Chapter 422: I never feel that my life and death are more important than the sentient beings in the three realms

"Clan traitor?"

Shi Ling looked at Sang Fu with disgust in her eyes.

When Sang Fu saw the familiar look of disgust on that familiar face, he suddenly became panic-stricken and didn't know what year it was.

The original resemblance to Shi Ling became now twelve times more similar, both in appearance and spirit, as if the person who had disappeared between heaven and earth had come back again.

Sang Fu said, "I didn't do that. Don't listen to him. I just endured the humiliation and pretended to surrender. In the end, I died in their hands."

As soon as Shi Ling heard it, she knew he was talking nonsense. She didn't see any merit in him at all.

Wen Yuzhu directly tore through Sang Fu's disguise: "You died at their hands because you were no longer of any use. So, by pretending to surrender, you mean you're going to lead them to destroy all the dragon veins?"

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that digging up dragon veins will drain the royal spirit and end the country's destiny.

In a trance, Shi Ling remembered what Heibai Wuchang once said: in the war of gods, the gods of the East sacrificed themselves to prevent the suffering of the people in the three realms. In the end, the people of the East won, and the gods of the West won.

So it was that god who sacrificed himself to reshape the dragon vein?

She knew she was going to lose the game, but she was willing to die, because if one of her fell, there would be 400 million of her standing up.

She is the mountains and rivers, the heaven and the earth, and she deeply loves the people of this land. Therefore, even though she is a god sitting high in the clouds, she never feels that her life and death are more important than those of all beings in the three realms.

Shi Ling recalled the train she had stumbled onto when she had escorted Zhao Xingbang back to the correct timeline. It was as if the train had traveled through time, barreling straight into her head. In a trance, she saw the cheongsam-clad woman on the train, looking back.

She had a face exactly like hers, with a divinity that was cold and indifferent yet gentle and compassionate.

When gods walk among the human world, they are also tainted by the mundane world.

Wen Yuzhu's words confirmed Shi Ling's suspicions: "Sang Fu, you led them to destroy the dragon veins and kill your unattainable god. When she was rebuilding the dragon veins of national destiny, the Western gods attacked. She never looked away until her death, and even took away all the ancient gods who participated in the war. The moon has fallen since then, and even looking up at it is a luxury for you. Even if you search for her eyebrows and eyes in the world, you can't piece together a single moonlight."

Sang Fu seemed to be trapped in some painful memories. The world had undergone tremendous changes in the past hundred years. He had long since changed from a humble and begging little man to a great ghost king in the underworld. However, Wen Yuzhu's words brought him back to that period of humiliation and pain.

In those dark years, she was the only light and faith.

He didn't even get to say a word to her.

The only time she came close, she didn't even look at him.

but……

Sang Fu argued stubbornly, "She doesn't blame me. She told the King of Hell that she doesn't blame me. If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else. Someone has to be forced to do this, someone has to bear the blame."

Wen Yuzhu taunted, "But many people died before you. They would rather die than do this. She doesn't blame you, but you don't deserve it. Her vision is for the common people of the Three Realms. But because of this, you were thrown into the endless hell. If the East hadn't been defeated in the War of the Gods and the underworld hadn't collapsed, how would you have had the chance to escape?"