Chapter 125 End. "That was the love of the God..."

Spring Mountain is here for a feast.

Humanity has been negligent for another thousand years.

Endless trees stretch out, endless spring; the waters of Tiantai Pond gather moss.

The lush vegetation gives rise to another spring mountain.

The snow of deep winter never arrived.

If anyone in this fast-paced world were to ponder why, after the battle of Wuxiang Abyss, the human realm remained unscathed while the immortal realm was preserved.

Then he will find out.

It was a demon named Lou Yan from a thousand years ago who burned himself to ashes, thus ensuring a thousand years of peace for the human world.

What a pity.

During these thousand years of constant anxiety, everyone strives to be the first to flow, and no one looks back.

In the Heavenly Sound Hall, the statues of gods lowered their eyes, and the sundial, exposed to light and shadow, began to endlessly carve out time, the needle's shadow moving, telling the endless stories of this world.

Que Zhifeng reached out and moved the gnomon, then said with a bitter face, "I really have to go back."

That same phrase again.

Nan Yushan snorted coldly, then grabbed Que Zhifeng by the collar and pulled him over. "Now that the Five Realms are at peace, how many souls in the Underworld need you, the King of the Underworld, to personally deliver them?"

"What are you going back for?" Nan Yushan stared at his once most obedient junior brother, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. "To create dreams for us again?"

Que Zhifeng lingered in the human realm for a long time, his face unusually pale, but his eyes remained languid as he looked at his senior brother with raised eyebrow corners.

They looked at each other, then lowered their eyes again, choking back tears, and said, "How could that be? The wolf cub didn't die in his life."

Nan Yushan has no memory of his previous life, but he has been haunted by fear for thousands of years and has a general idea of ​​what happened—that time Lou Yan died, the master and disciple perished together.

A wave of irritation gradually rose up. Nan Yushan loosened Que Zhifeng's collar and pressed his junior brother, who was sticking his neck out, into a chair. "If you don't have enough spiritual power, I'll transfer it to you. Just stay here with me and don't even think about going anywhere."

He closed his eyes, then opened them again and asked, "If you knew this would happen, why did you suddenly rush out back then?"

He was asking about the day when Lou Yan was executed outside the Abyss of No Form.

Que Zhifeng looked gloomy. He was pinned to the spot and twisted his body. His spiritual power was too weak, and he had no way to struggle free from Nan Yushan's grasp.

So he had no choice but to give Nanyushan a hard time in that position, saying, "I've already said it, because I saw my senior brother break the Chunyang Sword with his own hands that day!"

Even after a thousand years, Que Zhifeng still feels a chill when he thinks of Heng Qichun's appearance that day.

That day, the wind and rain raged outside the Abyss of No Form.

On the sacrificial altar, Lou Yan was riddled with stabs, his blood almost completely drained. All that remained on his sinister face was the sharp, pale white of the moon, and the striking beauty mark at the corner of his eye.

The murderous intent of the people had not diminished, and the magical artifacts imbued with spiritual power still hovered above the sacrificial altar. Just one more moment would be enough to separate Lou Yan from his head.

But Lou Yan was already dead by then.

Heng Qichun stood alone behind him, watching the little wolf being tortured to death bit by bit, watching him bleed out his last drop of blood, watching him breathe his last breath.

His eyes were bloodshot, and tears slid down his clean cheeks, leaving noticeable tear stains.

Like the crack that appeared before the statue of a god withered and cracked.

With a loud "bang," a lingering, resounding crash echoed from the high platform.

Heng Qichun recalled the Chunyang Sword, put two fingers together, pressed them against the blade, and twisted it forcefully, breaking the ancient artifact into two pieces.

Then he raised the broken sword, pointing the shattered blade at the world.

Just as a bloody storm was about to break out.

The magpie, sensing the wind, leaped deep from the ghost seal, shouting loudly at the world—

"That's an ancient artifact! It broke just like that! If I hadn't intervened, do you think he would have committed suicide for Lou Yan like he did the first time!"

Que Zhifeng shouted at his men in the southern corner of the mountain.

Having heard the words "love suicide" countless times, Nan Yushan still frowned in dissatisfaction, temporarily letting go of his hand and allowing Que Zhifeng to reach out and rub the back of his neck.

Before he could even speak, he heard Que Zhifeng muttering to himself.

"We'll see."

"What happened back then was a mistake made by the world."

He looked up at Nanyu Mountain. "Everyone says that Lou Yan is a cruel and inhuman demon, but he has never committed murder."

"Not to mention Xu Shengzi, whose fake death was fabricated by him, even those useless people from the Hehuan Sect were spared by him. Their souls are not in the underworld. Lou Yan did not kill any innocent people."

Nan Yushan remained silent for a moment. Even though he had personally witnessed the lively Bifang bird and the resurrected Hehuan Sect, the shock he felt when he heard Que Zhifeng tell the world about it that day had never faded even after a thousand years.

"Senior brother..." Que Zhifeng lowered his voice and asked softly, "Have you ever thought about why Lou Yan, who could have easily secured the position of Demon Lord, would go to such lengths to spread news of his slaughtering immortals and plundering beasts, causing people in the immortal path to fight to kill him?"

Nan Yushan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the increasingly bright sunlight outside the window, and couldn't help but close his eyes and gently exhale.

I was tricked by that wicked disciple back then.

But now the demonic bones have vanished, the human world remains intact, and new divine veins have emerged within the Nine Provinces.

It's simply because...

Because of him...

"Because from the very beginning he had planned to sacrifice demonic bones for the sake of all living beings."

“There’s only one thing.” Que Zhifeng looked up, unusually exposing himself to the light, his voice suddenly becoming hoarse, “He couldn’t bear to let his master kill him again.”

God loves the world.

God also taught his little wolf.

Lou went to great lengths to expose himself to the wrath of the world, simply because he loved the gods.

So many years have passed.

The demon did not become a demon, the immortal did not become an immortal; right and wrong, black and white, were never clearly distinguishable; only today can the truth be discerned.

The word "prejudice" should be put aside by the world.

After a long while, the shadow on the sundial moved another moment.

A cacophony of voices arose outside.

Que Zhifeng had gradually accepted the fact that he was going to be locked up here by his senior brother to settle scores. He leaned back in his chair, lazily raised his chin, and asked, "What's that sound?"

"They are the leaders of various sects in the cultivation world."

“He led his disciples to pay their respects.”

There are thick spring trees.

The Endless Tree stretched out into a towering tree, its branches and leaves swaying and casting a huge shadow over the mountains of the Eighteen Realms.

The crowd below was dense.

For thousands of years, the world has been at peace. The sects that were captured by Lou Yan and then faked their deaths swore a blood oath to start anew. Many immortal sects have continued to grow and prosper, jointly protecting the peace of the region.

as well as.

A new divine vein has emerged within the Nine Provinces.

It landed squarely on Heng Qichun's spine.

The gods are about to awaken.

To celebrate this event, the leaders of various sects brought gifts to pay their respects, and within half a day, the eighteen realms were packed with people.

Fu Yusheng disliked people, so he ordered Wei Xiuzhu to lead the demon beasts raised in the Luduan Sect to go out and greet guests. The fat rhinoceros demon took the lead, and every step it took threatened the jade brick ground outside the Shenxiao Palace.

"In the Azure Palace, we present an ancient harp."

“Xumi Temple, a gilded Buddha statue.”

"The Hehuan Sect presents a box of Dual Cultivation Manuals!"

...

Hezizhou has been busy repairing the dilapidated sacred mountain recently, with many trivial matters, so Nanxu arrived a little late.

The boy of yesteryear has shed all his naivety; his crane-robed robes are elegant and pure, and not a trace of demonic aura can be found on him.

His eyebrows and eyes remain unchanged, offering a glimpse into the events of yesteryear.

He led his disciples up the steps.

Outside the Shenxiao Palace, a huge Pixiu sat by the door, seemingly recognizing an old friend, and soon let out a deafening "whoosh" sound.

Nan Xu's newly accepted disciple was startled by the sound halfway there, and stood trembling on the stone steps, no longer daring to go any further.

Nan Xu noticed that Xiao Tail hadn't followed, so he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The young disciple remained silent, quickly shifting his gaze from the Pixiu, then craning his neck to look into the hall, his eyes filled with curiosity.

He asked his master, "Is the deity's spirit pet a wild wolf?"

Nan Xu looked ahead.

Inside the hall, spring water gurgled. On the lotus platform, Heng Qichun, dressed in a gauze robe with white hair, had a lotus-shaped incantation formed at the tip of his finger. He was meditating with his eyes closed amidst the overflowing fragrance of lotus.

In his arms, a small gray wolf lay sprawled on its back, fast asleep. It seemed to be dreaming about something, as it nuzzled its head against Heng Qichun's forearm.

Heng Qichun looked down at him with loving eyes and gently rubbed the little wolf cub's round head with his fingertips.

Nan Xu suddenly smiled outside the hall.

"That is the lover of the deity."

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Author's Note: After finishing this chapter, I decided to buy a small cake to celebrate. Although this book has many shortcomings, I am truly an amazing little lamb for writing so many words!

There are still many things left to say, including why the wolf was able to survive. All of that will be covered in the bonus chapters (I've been a bit busy lately, so updates will be slower). Please remember to check back! Thank you all for your support!