Chapter 52: She's dead, it's all my fault... This is the first thing that catches the eye...

The first thing that catches the eye is a vast expanse of white emptiness. Boundless and desolate, this space is filled with a suffocating stillness.

But suddenly, other colors appeared in the white: first a touch of black, then a touch of red.

"Wow, is this place where you receive your inheritance so...empty?" Jiang Zhihe looked around, his face still showing surprise.

Teng Shao's face also showed a hint of doubt, but he still replied, "What? You haven't been here before?"

Jiang Zhihe: "Of course I've never been here before! This is the first time I've encountered such a situation!"

Teng Shao shrugged: "I don't know either, after all, this is my first time here."

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on a certain direction. Jiang Zhihe, who was beside him, also noticed the figure that had suddenly appeared not far away; after all, in this vast white world, different colors were quite conspicuous.

The two walked quickly together, and soon their figures grew clearer and clearer as they approached. The closer they got, the stranger their expressions became.

There's no other reason than that the figure from behind looks too much like Teng Shao.

Same clothes, same hairstyle. Only the figures here are cleaner, without any bloodstains.

“You…” Teng Shao looked suspicious.

Before they could finish speaking, the figure turned around, his face clearly exposed to the two of them.

He looks exactly like Teng Shao.

"Wow~" Jiang Zhihe exclaimed from the side, then squinted and touched his chin.

He always felt there was something inexplicably familiar about this "Teng Shao"—

"Long time no see, Jiang Zhihe." The one who was "Teng Shao" spoke first. His expression was much gentler than the current Teng Shao, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

Jiang Zhihe suddenly realized something and immediately widened his eyes: "You...you...you are—Teng Shao?"

"No, no, I mean, you are... the Teng Shao I knew in my previous life???"

Teng Shao nodded, raised an eyebrow slightly, and smiled: "What? Didn't expect to see me here?"

"No...really? No way! This shouldn't be happening!" Jiang Zhihe's mind was still a bit fuzzy. "Teng Shao" shouldn't be here, but the fact is, he...this...ah...?

Compared to Jiang Zhihe's shock, Teng Shao seemed much calmer. He crossed his arms, looked at the still shocked Jiang Zhihe, and then at "himself" who was watching the show with amusement. He suddenly spoke up: "You are the backup plan I kept?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Teng Shao's eyes: "That's right. After all, we're not fools. In the end, when we find out the truth, we'll have to leave ourselves some options, right?"

Teng Shao nodded: "That's true."

He looked at himself across from him and asked directly, "So, what did I leave for myself?"

He has always been a straightforward person; he always speaks his mind directly and gets straight to the point without ever beating around the bush.

And clearly, "Teng Shao" is the same, since ultimately they are the same person.

"Teng Shao" stretched out his hand, placed the tip of his index finger on his forehead, and said, "A memory, and the power you were originally supposed to have."

As soon as the last word was uttered, Teng Shao felt everything go black before his eyes, as if the ground had disappeared, and he was instantly enveloped in a feeling of weightlessness.

… …

A strong stench of blood instantly filled my nostrils, and I heard terrified screams and desperate cries. It sounded like the sea was churning and the wind was howling.

what happened?

He suddenly opened his eyes, but the scene that came into view made his pupils shrink!

That was a disaster, the end of the world.

A vast sea of ​​blood flowed down from the sky, its surging waves of despair tearing the world apart. The earth collapsed, the sky vanished, and countless people who could not escape were mercilessly swallowed by the boundless sea of ​​blood, their lives ultimately turning to nothingness.

He saw cultivators resisting, demonic cultivators fleeing, and he even saw the two forces unite, with several Nascent Soul and Tribulation Transcending cultivators attempting to fill the crack in the sky and stop the sea of ​​blood from flowing.

But it didn't work.

Everything they did was in vain; they could only watch helplessly as the world crumbled little by little until it perished.

What happened? How could this be? What on earth happened?!

He didn't know, but he was absolutely certain that he had to find someone, someone who was most likely to know the truth about the world's destruction.

Clearly, Teng Shao was thinking the same thing at that moment. He searched around and finally found the red figure that was almost one with heaven and earth at a broken altar that had not yet been swallowed by the sea of ​​blood.

He immediately flew in that direction and finally landed next to the red-clad figure.

Jiang Zhihe at this moment was more mature than the one he had seen, with a more slender figure, and his cultivation had even reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, only one step away from transcending the tribulation.

Teng Shao suddenly realized that the scene he was in was the disaster that happened in the future in his previous life.

Tell me, how much do you really know?

He heard himself speak, his voice cold and hard, yet it contained a hidden concern.

Jiang Zhihe at this moment was no longer the same as he had seen before. He knelt on the ground, his usually upright back arched painfully, as if all his previous pride and glory had been shattered, leaving only despair and profound powerlessness.

One tear after another fell to the ground, as if silently telling a story.

"...She is dead."

After a long while, "Teng Shao" finally heard a hoarse voice.

"who?"

Jiang Zhihe slowly raised his head, his face streaked with tears, his eyes filled with gloom.

He had never seen Jiang Zhihe look like this before.

"She's dead...she's dead...I couldn't save her, I couldn't save anyone..."

He muttered to himself as if possessed, his hands bracing against the ground to keep himself from falling.

“I messed everything up… It was my fault. I could only watch her die, and there was nothing I could do.”

Teng Shao's brows furrowed even more, and he stepped forward impatiently: "What exactly are you talking about? Can you explain yourself clearly?!"

"Get out of the way!"

A clear voice came from behind. Teng Shao looked back and saw a figure in green walking quickly toward him.

Although she no longer wore those simple clothes, her overall demeanor and even her eyes and brows spoke volumes—

Bamboo, pine, and clouds.

She is the past life, and the future life of Zhusongyun.

Furthermore, in his previous life, Zhu Songyun had bright and clear eyes, unlike the one he had seen who had lost his ability to see after a divination.

Teng Shao felt his body shift to the side, making room for him.

Zhu Songyun, with a cold face, walked up to Jiang Zhihe and punched him!

The punch was swift, accurate, and ruthless, landing squarely on his face. It instantly brought light to his previously dazed eyes, and his confused state vanished, replaced by clarity.

Before he could even react, another punch was aimed at his face. He immediately dodged it, then glared angrily at the attacker: "What are you doing? One punch from Zhu Songyun wasn't enough, you want another?!"

Teng Shao calmly withdrew his hand: "Seeing that you're not fully awake yet, I thought I'd give you another one."

Zhu Songyun crossed his arms and looked at Jiang Zhihe with a cold face, saying, "What exactly happened? First, you suddenly collapsed for no reason, and then the sky shattered and a sea of ​​blood swept in."

"If you say there's no connection between them, even a dog wouldn't believe it."

Jiang Zhihe was silent for a moment before speaking: "The goddess is dead, and the unfinished world she created will naturally collapse and dissipate."

Teng Shao frowned: "Wait, what do you mean? What do you mean by 'the gods are dead'?"

Jiang Zhihe looked at him and smiled bitterly: "It means exactly what it says. God, the creator of this world, is dead."

"It's my fault... I couldn't save her..."

"What do you mean?" Zhu Songyun asked.

Jiang Zhihe: "I...I went to her world because of some accident. I saw the gods, I saw her, and we...we even became...lovers. Later...it seems that the laws of that world discovered my 'mistake', so they banished me from that world by 'death'."

"Because of this incident, the Heavenly Dao took notice of me. In order to keep me in line and not to tell anyone about this thing that shouldn't have happened, He promised to let me participate in her life as a soul. He also told me that as long as I could ascend, I would have the ability to break through the world barrier and go to that world to find her."

“But…” his voice trembled, “I saw it, just now… she… died.”

Zhu Songyun frowned: "An accidental death? Even the Heavenly Dao didn't stop it... the Creator?"

Jiang Zhihe shook his head, his voice sounding weak and bitter at this moment: "If it is an accident, Heaven will of course stop it. After all... the fall of a god also means that He will die with him. He can interfere in many things, but there is only one situation that He cannot and has no way to interfere in."

What could be something that even the Heavenly Dao cannot interfere with?

The answer is obvious: it is the gods themselves.

Zhu Songyun's eyes widened, as if he could hardly believe his own guess.

“She…committed suicide.” Teng Shao spoke softly, his tone seemingly calm, but there was an unconcealable shock in it.

Jiang Zhihe closed his eyes; he was unwilling and unable to accept this fact. But his silence at this moment implicitly acknowledged these words.

"But why do you say... it's your fault?" Zhu Songyun didn't understand. In her view, since Jiang Zhihe and this deity were lovers, why was the deity's suicide his fault?

Jiang Zhihe lowered his eyes: "Her life is not happy. My mother and I are her greatest source of emotional support."

"Later, I 'died.' And then, her last pillar of support, her mother, also died."

"So in the end, she was heartbroken and went to the end, which none of us wanted to accept—death."

Zhu Songyun's brows furrowed even more. She quickly used her spiritual power and took out the three copper coins to cast a divination. Complex golden runes slowly appeared in her bright eyes, and cold sweat began to bead on her forehead.

Her face began to turn pale, and blood slowly oozed from the corners of her eyes, nose, and mouth.

Since she reached the Nascent Soul stage, she had not experienced such a severe backlash in a long time.

Teng Shao and Jiang Zhihe stood by, and neither dared to interrupt.

The copper coin tossed high into the air seemed to be set at maximum speed, and countless intricate details and subplots of the future appeared before her eyes in an instant. She had to find a way to save the world from these countless subplots.

Finally, the copper coin slowly fell to the ground.

Zhu Songyun swallowed the sweet, metallic taste that was rising in his throat, and finally looked down at the ground.

There is still a chance.

After a long pause, she spoke.

She wiped the blood from her face, her eyes shining with an astonishing light:

There's still a chance, so don't give up.