Chapter 47 reveals that he is clearly a demon!

Hua Xun noticed that the God Lord had become somewhat different.

He remained as gentle as ever, with a compassionate smile on his lips, seemingly incapable of anger.

However, Hua Xun still keenly sensed that something seemed different about the Divine Lord.

He no longer stood quietly before that small patch of flowers as he used to, nor did he stroll along the misty cliff at nightfall, or even...

Hua Xun cooked congee several times, intending to send it to the Divine Lord as she had done in the past, but each time she sensed the almost imperceptible indifference in his demeanor, she gave up.

Nowadays, the divine ruler spends most of his days sitting on his lotus throne, appearing as an unreachable phantom through the hazy celestial veil.

Hua Xun had considered asking the God if she had done something wrong, but she couldn't muster the courage several times.

Until this day, Hua Xun sat dejectedly at the jade table under the peach tree, head drooping, waiting all day long.

After confirming that the God-King would not reappear, Hua Xun took a deep breath and went to the God-King's palace.

As soon as Hua Xun stepped into the palace, she noticed golden light trembling behind the celestial curtain.

Startled, fearing the deity would be tormented by divine punishment again, she hurriedly ran into the hall: "Deity..."

The rest of the conversation stopped when they saw what the deity was holding.

The Soul-Gathering Lamp, radiating divine light, hovered before the Divine Lord, with three strands of bamboo-green divine light swirling and intertwining in mid-air.

The immense golden divine power was poured into the Soul Gathering Lamp, gradually refining the bamboo-green divine light to an even purer state, with a subtle tendency to merge the three into one.

It turns out that the God Lord was refining the three souls of God Lord Luohe.

Before the deity could look over, Hua Xun said, "I'm sorry to bother you, deity," and ran out quickly. She went straight back to her palace, lifted the celestial silk ribbon, and covered her head.

Although she understood the God's actions and hoped that God Luohe could be resurrected.

However, when Hua Xun connected the God Lord's sudden coldness towards her with his work in refining the three souls of God Lord Luo He, she still fell into a slump.

Qian Zhichou's words, like a nightmare, once again invaded her consciousness.

Jiuqing Divine Lord and Luohe Divine Lord were the last ancient gods of the divine race.

If the gods had not perished, they should have been the ones to bear the responsibility of propagation.

Therefore, Qian Zhichou would rather leave only a wisp of her clone imprisoned by her side than not be able to stay with the God Lord forever.

Knowing that they do not receive God's favor, they do not crave unique favor.

And she actually understood her somewhat...

Hua Xun sat up abruptly, looking at a corner of the unknown palace with fear and unease.

How could she possibly think from Qian Zhichou's perspective?

Even try to understand her actions?

The deity kept her by his side to save her life, but she blasphemed against the gods in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Hua Xun pursed her lips tightly, forcing herself to clear her mind and put all those disrespectful thoughts behind her.

But once the thought arises, how easy is it to suppress it?

Even every time Hua Xun saw the figure of the God, he would recall the scene of "imprisoning the God".

Therefore, for the next few days, fearing that her despicable thoughts would be discovered by the God, Hua Xun did not take the initiative to go to the God's palace again.

And so, another seven or eight days passed.

Hua Xun's mood sank further, and she slumped dejectedly onto the jade table under the peach tree. Petals above her head fell in a gentle breeze, quickly covering the girl's skirt.

The girl remained motionless, still lying there. After an unknown amount of time, her hand, which had been resting on the table, gently fell down, and she gradually closed her eyes.

This is the scene that the deity saw when he slowly walked out of the palace.

He paused briefly at the palace gate, gazing at it quietly for a long while.

It was as if the wind had stopped.

Until another petal fluttered down and "smashed" towards the girl's nose, which was turned to the side of the palace, a gentle divine power enveloped it and slowly brushed it away.

Even so, the sleeping girl seemed to sense something, rubbed her nose, and opened her eyes.

After a moment of confusion, Hua Xun spotted the Divine Lord not far away, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Divine Lord!"

The deity paused slightly, then nodded calmly: "Hmm."

"Are you done with your work?" Hua Xun asked again.

The deity bowed again.

Hua Xun also fell silent.

An unusual silence flowed between the two.

Hua Xun disliked the awkwardness between herself and the God, so she forced a smile and said, "The storyteller in the human realm is nearing the end. May I watch it with the God?"

The deity paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on her for a long time, before finally nodding slightly: "Alright."

The mirror was in the God's palace. As usual, Hua Xun climbed onto the high platform of the celestial canopy, sat beside the lotus platform, and watched as the storyteller's figure gradually appeared in the mirror.

However, she had been having trouble sleeping for some time due to her overthinking. Now, with the familiar deity beside her and the familiar voice in her ear, Hua Xun unknowingly fell asleep again against the lotus platform.

As the deity felt the soft touch on his knees, his gaze, which had been fixed on the mirror, slowly fell on the face of the girl resting on his lap.

A stray strand of hair slipped down her cheek and lingered at the corner of her lips as she turned to the side.

Jiuqing raised her hand, her slender fingers taking a strand of hair, brushing it across her soft face, and letting it fall beside her ear.

He only realized what was happening when he pulled his hand back, looking down at his fingertips and fidgeting with them.

Time flowed by slowly, and day gradually turned into night.

When Hua Xun woke up, it was already night at White Mist Cliff.

She was still behind the celestial curtain, but there was an icy chill beside her, a chill even more intense than the jade of the lotus platform.

"Divine Lord?" Hua Xun quickly sat up and called out anxiously.

"I am here." A gentle voice sounded from above.

Hua Xun quickly looked up and saw that the God Lord, who was usually surrounded by protective divine light, was unusually dim this time.

Meeting her gaze, the divine light subsided slightly: "Just now, when I entered meditation, I concealed my divine light."

"Did you catch a chill?"

Hua Xun felt the warmth brought by the divine light, but her heart grew increasingly apprehensive.

When the Divine Lord entered meditation, the protective divine light around his body never disappeared.

This time it's another divine punishment, another attempt to temper the three souls of Lord Luohe, but his divine body is damaged?

Hua Xun pursed her lips, about to ask a question, when suddenly a crane flapped its wings and flew in from outside the hall.

The deity sighed softly, raised his hand slightly, and the crane instantly transformed into an exquisite paper crane, obediently landing in his palm.

Above the paper crane, a line of small orange characters appeared: "The earth's veins are disturbed beneath the divine tree Jianmu; please, God, assist us."

Sacred tree Jianmu?

This is no ordinary ley line, but a divine vein that connects the spiritual veins of both the immortals and humans.

Hua Xun suddenly looked up: "Is the Divine Lord going now?"

The deity nodded: "Neither the human nor the immortal races can withstand the power of the Jianmu tree's unusual movement."

"But you have just suffered divine punishment and exhausted your divine power..."

"Ah Xun," the deity interrupted her for the first time, slightly raising his hand, the Soul-Gathering Lamp appearing in his palm, "Could you throw this lamp to Mount Fuyu on my behalf?"

"The soul will return to its rightful place."

Looking at the God Lord's calm expression and smiling face as always, Hua Xun found it difficult to say anything more, and accepted the Soul Gathering Lamp with a soft reply.

The deity's figure quickly disappeared from the lotus platform.

Hua Xun paused for a moment, looked at the Soul Gathering Lamp in his hand, pursed his lips tightly for a long time, and flew towards Fuyu Mountain.

In about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Hua Xun had already flown to the top of Fuyu Mountain. After finding a Dharma seal light wheel that was faintly glowing, she placed the Soul Gathering Lamp down there.

The moment the Soul Gathering Lamp touched the magic seal, it rippled with a dazzling halo of light. In the next instant, the halo shattered into fragments, and the bamboo-green soul flew out from the Soul Gathering Lamp, piercing straight into the mountains.

Hua Xun saw that his soul had been released and did not return to White Mist Cliff.

She paused in the air for a few breaths, then resolutely flew towards the direction of the divine tree, Jianmu.

*

The human race's Duguang Plain is guarded by tens of thousands of cultivators.

High above, immortals clad in cold silver armor formed a magic array around the Jianmu tree.

The earth beneath the originally pure and spiritually rich Jianmu tree began to tremble violently, with pure spiritual energy churning and boiling over with overflowing karma and inner demons.

Gold and black intertwined, and cracks spread from the roots of the Jianmu tree, almost tearing the divine tree, as thick as a pillar of heaven, in two.

Within the cracks, magma and chaos dyed half the sky ochre, and the world was filled with the muffled roar of the earth's veins bursting open.

Only a single, snow-white figure stood in the boundless, dark crevice, like a drop in the ocean.

The wide sleeves fluttered in the gale, and the golden divine light, like the eternal radiance, separated the pure spiritual power and absorbed the karmic demons into the body.

Xiao Yunxi, holding a silver sword, frowned with worry as he waited on the horizon.

He could not see where the deity was at this moment, but this disturbance was more intense than the previous ones.

Just as she was getting irritated, Xiao Yunxi suddenly heard a stern voice behind her: "Who goes there?"

Xiao Yunxi looked up impatiently into the distance, and was stunned when she saw the familiar emerald green figure.

He had not seen her since their last parting in Fengshen City.

I only occasionally pass by the foot of White Mist Cliff and catch a glimpse of blooming peach blossoms through the white mist, momentarily lost in thought.

He paused, then instantly transformed into a streak of crimson light and flew towards that spot: "What are you doing here?"

Hua Xun was worried about how difficult it was to get close to the divine tree when he suddenly heard a familiar voice, and his eyes immediately lit up: "Immortal Lord Yunxi!"

Xiao Yunxi dismissed the celestial soldiers and pulled Hua Xun aside: "This place is dangerous, why are you causing trouble?"

Hua Xun looked towards the surging dark clouds in the distance: "Where is the Divine Lord?"

Xiao Yunxi was slightly taken aback: "You came for the Divine Lord?"

“Yes,” Hua Xun nodded without hesitation, “Where is the Divine Lord? He…”

“The Divine Lord has already gone to stop the earth veins from breaking,” Xiao Yunxi said. “The three Immortal Venerables of the Immortal Clan are guarding this place. If they don’t want to expose their demon clan identities, they should leave as soon as possible.”

Hua Xun was taken aback. She knew that the Immortal Clan now revered the three Immortal Venerables: Zhixing, Changhao, and Yuqing. Her heart sank: "All three Immortal Venerables have come. Is this a serious matter?"

Xiao Yunxi: "It's much more serious than before."

"Why didn't the immortals and humans help the Divine Lord stop the rupture of the earth's veins? Why did they just stand by and watch?" Hua Xun's voice was slightly urgent. "The Divine Lord went down alone. This is still a divine vein. What if something happens..."

“The Divine Lord has never been in trouble before, and he will be no different this time,” Xiao Yunxi said firmly. “Even among the ancient gods, the Divine Venerable was the most powerful god.”

“But even he is not omnipotent,” Hua Xun thought, her worry deepening as she recalled the dim protective aura of the Divine Lord. “He can get hurt, he can feel pain…”

At this point, Hua Xun choked up.

The divine lord is clearly in pain every moment.

Xiao Yunxi looked at her reddened eyes, paused, and unconsciously softened her tone: "I also asked Master..."

Hua Xun paused slightly, then looked up at her.

Xiao Yunxi recalled her master's response and lowered her eyes: "Master said that the demon race has now resurrected tens of thousands of demon soldiers and may make a comeback at any time. The immortal sect... cannot suffer heavy losses at this time."

Hua Xun's eyelashes trembled.

She understood what Xiao Yunxi said.

The divine ruler cherishes all living beings and will not help the immortals and demons slaughter lives.

Therefore, if the immortal sect is injured due to the disturbance of the earth's veins, and the demonic soldiers launch a surprise attack at this time, the immortal sect will have no choice but to surrender.

Therefore, they cannot and will not offer assistance.

"I understand," Hua Xun replied blankly.

She bypassed Xiao Yunxi and walked towards the edge of the immortal soldiers.

This time, no one stopped them.

Hua Xun stopped and looked down when she reached the huge vortex formed by the fracture of the earth's veins.

The whirlpool is like a vast, deep sea, menacing and capable of swallowing everything, with no bottom in sight.

These cracks are not static, but rather expand and contract continuously as the vortex surges and rotates, like the wounds of heaven and earth breathing.

The area within a ten-mile radius of the vortex, once vibrant and lush with greenery, is now barren and desolate.

After an unknown amount of time, countless golden rays transformed into threads, piercing through the black mist and gradually mending the cracks.

The gale showed signs of weakening, and the black mist formed by karmic demons below also gradually subsided.

Hua Xun breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could relax, the golden threads suddenly snapped, and the vortex became even more turbulent.

Hua Xun held her breath and anxiously took a step forward.

A thin wisp of black mist brushed past her forearm, leaving a deep bloodstain in an instant.

Hua Xun's eyes welled up with tears, and she looked around blankly.

The immortals, devoid of emotions and desires, remained expressionless as they guarded the four directions, and no one stepped forward.

Hua Xun's hands unconsciously clenched into fists due to fear and panic.

Maybe it was just a little bit short...

She pressed her lips tightly together, resolutely walked forward, and was about to jump.

"Hua Xun..." Xiao Yunxi's voice suddenly came, but then stopped abruptly.

Within the vortex abyss, a majestic Dharma image, seemingly reaching to the heavens and the earth, suddenly appeared, like a pillar of heaven, radiating boundless divine light.

Amidst the divine light, the divine lord wore a golden jade crown and a robe adorned with stars; as his robes fluttered, it seemed as if a celestial river flowed within them.

A gilded divine seal adorns his forehead, his eyes lowered, gazing down upon all living beings with an expressionless gaze. He extends his hand, and a holy halo of light slowly rotates, as if capable of cleansing away all evil spirits.

The divine light pierced through the chaos, drawing the karmic demons within the vortex into its body. Divine power was injected into the divine tree, and the hands formed a seal, one hand supporting the Jianmu tree, the other merging with the earth's veins.

With a deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, the once vast crack slowly closed up.

The humans in the lower realm erupted in cheers, shouting "May the God protect us!"

There was an uproar among the immortals, but it quickly subsided.

After the divine lord's Dharma form disappeared and transformed into a divine body, it did not fly to the Immortal Realm, but instead... plunged straight into the abyss that was about to merge.

Beneath the abyss, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable.

For a moment, everyone stared at the scene of the god falling, and no one uttered a sound.

Only a girl in a green dress, spreading her shimmering, lacquered feathers, leaped into the abyss, without hesitation...

*

When the God-King sank into the depths of the vortex once again, it was the first time in tens of thousands of years that he realized there were things beyond his control.

The fracture of Jianmu is completely different from that of ordinary earth veins.

Jianmu was forged by the Mother Goddess with her divine body. The remaining divine power and spiritual power of the celestial realm have long been intertwined with the inner demons and karma that have arisen in the Three Realms, making them inseparable.

Separating the divine power from the karmic force of inner demons has already consumed a great deal of divine power. It has manifested a Dharma form and merged the earth veins, but it is now difficult to resist the enormous tearing force generated when the earth veins merge.

A soft sigh escaped his lips, and the image of peach blossoms from White Mist Cliff gradually appeared before the Divine Lord's eyes.

Under the peach tree, he rested his head on his hand, his eyes closed as if dozing. The girl leaned down and stealthily and cautiously approached him...

A smile curved the corners of the god's lips.

But at that moment, the falling divine body suddenly stopped, and a familiar, tearful voice called out hoarsely, "Divine Lord."

Jiuqing opened her eyes.

The girl's cheeks were already covered in red marks, and her black wings were stained with blood. She carried him on her back and struggled to fly upwards.

The fissure in the earth grew narrower and narrower until it was only wide enough for one person.

The immortals stood on the clouds, watching the gap gradually close.

Just before the merger, all the immortals saw a girl with black feathers carrying the god on her back rush out of the crevice in the earth and fall awkwardly into the celestial mist.

The moment he came into contact with the power of the immortals, the divine lord's body rapidly recovered.

The girl beside him, exhausted, reverted to her original form and was gently embraced by divine power.

It is clearly a demon.

*

At the same time, a bright beam of divine light shot into the sky from Mount Fuyu.

A celestial soldier flew in hastily to report: "Three celestial lords, Lord Luohe... has been resurrected!"