Chapter 193 Chapter 193 "Yingluo, welcome back."...

For thousands of years, in order to resist the attacks of the demons, the Western God King, who had been lingering on the position of celestial being for a long time, chose to challenge the god level.

Fortunately, he had accumulated enough strength to succeed without any danger.

He officially took over the position of God of War, replacing Fuxu who became the God Emperor and had greater responsibilities, commanding all the immortal soldiers in Sanqingtian.

Just like Fuxu back then, the Western God King enjoyed a very high status among the entire immortal race because of his meritorious service in turning the tide.

When Jiu Zhao proposed to go to the peach forest to recall Ying Luo's soul, he led her back to Erqingtian where many immortals gathered, as if they were in an empty place.

The two flew forward invisibly, passing by several floating islands of palaces that Jiu Zhao was very familiar with in the past.

Some of the former masters still existed, while others had changed their names and identities, becoming a separate clan. During this time, numerous smaller mansions had sprung up out of nowhere, surrounding the larger palace like stars surrounding the moon, making the once vast expanse of Erqingtian seem somewhat cramped.

In response to this, the Western God King explained awkwardly:

"Yiqingtian lost three-quarters of its territory. The surviving immortals had nowhere to go but here."

They also passed by Lihentian, located near Zhongting, where Jiuzhao had lived for more than 30,000 years.

There was nothing left there.

There are no buildings and no one lives there.

The pure white clouds drifted by slowly, disappearing without a trace.

Following Jiu Zhao's gaze, the Western God King looked in that direction.

He was silent at first, then spoke, "You were a traitor to the immortals, then surrendered to the demons, willingly becoming Lan Qi's empress. The Emperor, fearing public outrage, descended upon Erqing Heaven and personally destroyed Lihen Heaven and Changxi Palace."

The Lingquan Palace where Lan Qi lived before his rebellion could be preserved and given to the fleeing immortals to live in.

The Changxi Palace owned by her, the former crown prince, must be completely destroyed without leaving a trace.

It seems that the immortals really hate her deeply.

Jiu Zhao realized this as early as when he was in the Sunless Abyss.

Whenever the garrisoning immortal officials come to inspect, detaining other criminal immortals is just a routine matter.

When he came to her at the bottom of society, he always left behind many insulting words.

The bleeding scars continued to scab over, gradually becoming a thick layer of defense.

Jiu Zhao felt no sadness or joy in his heart.

She retracted her gaze and said calmly, "People can be resurrected after death, let alone a realm of destruction."

Hearing this, the Western God King couldn't help but frown.

Having committed the unforgivable crime of regicide and patricide, even if Jiu Zhao rebelled against the Burning Sea immediately, the immortals would never accept her again.

Not to mention rebuilding Lihentian.

To do this, unless...

The words that determined the ominous fate of the immortals silently emerged in my mind.

The Western God King clenched his fists, suppressed his turbulent emotions, and continued to fly in silence.

…

When his feet stepped onto the ground of Shengluantai, Jiuzhao glanced at the elder who was sitting in front of him with his head down, without saying a word.

As she gradually approached the place where Yingluo was pierced through the chest by a long sword, her feeling of uneasiness silently grew a little deeper beneath her confident expression.

Inside the Holy Fire Altar that day, Jiu Zhao could confirm that what Qiong Huang's clone was talking about was returning to the place where the deceased had died and calling back their souls.

But half an hour ago, she cast a spell to search on the cold jade bed where Yingluo's body had disappeared, but she could not sense any trace of the soul's existence.

If Qionghuang's clone had not lied, she could only guess after much thought that when Yingluo blocked the sword for her, the soul in her spiritual altar had been shattered by the Liexiao Sword, and what the Western God King and his men had taken back was a body with some immortal power left but vitality fading.

In order to calm down the Western God King who was crazy about losing his son, and because there was a way to resurrect Yingluo, he could not give up easily.

She pretended to have finished her search and told the Western God King that she sensed Yingluo's soul was still lingering in the peach forest.

Perhaps the joy of seeing his beloved son return overwhelmed all thoughts, leaving him no time to think about anything else.

When the Western God King heard the lie, he did not suspect anything and was willing to take the risk of great disapproval to bring her into Erqingtian.

From meeting and persuading the other party to implementing the plan in mind, the whole process went incredibly smoothly.

Standing at the spot where Ying Luo was stabbed by the sword three thousand years ago, the Western God King immediately raised his hand and used his magic to construct a barrier to prevent the power from overflowing.

“I have done everything I should do.

"You'd better move quickly to avoid alerting the enemy."

He finished his instructions in a silent voice, and saw Jiu Zhao's eyes glow red again, concentrating his attention to explore the surroundings.

A moment later, a water-blue figure appeared within the range of her consciousness.

Sensing Jiu Zhao's call, the man slowly floated out from behind the peach forest.

Floating in mid-air, it has no legs beneath its clothes, but instead a shimmering fish tail.

Jiu Zhao's "gaze" moved upwards inch by inch, passing over the slender neck, smooth jaw, and straight nose, until he met a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were covered with white film, and when they saw her, they were stunned, with a look of lost and confused mind. "Yingluo?"

Jiu Zhao called him tentatively using her heart sound.

The young man's eyes moved with difficulty under his white cataract, and he murmured, "Ying, Yingluo... Who is Yingluo... Oh... It seems to be me..."

Jiu Zhao continued to ask: "Why do you want to stay in the peach forest?"

"Why, do you want to stay in Taolin...

"I should be waiting for someone."

"Can you still remember who you are waiting for?"

“Nine, nine…”

Yingluo's soul repeated the number "nine" over and over again.

But he couldn't utter a complete name.

With such severe memory loss, if he had come a few years later, he would have truly disappeared from the world.

Jiu Zhao breathed out a sigh of relief mixed with worry: "Jiu Zhao, you are waiting for Jiu Zhao, right?"

"Yes...it's Jiu Zhao...I'm here, I'm waiting for Jiu Zhao."

Yingluo's soul's eyes lit up, and the chaotic will seemed to awaken slightly.

Jiu Zhao stretched out his hand towards him: "You were waiting for me, so I came. Let me take you back."

The immortal power is gone, only the soul remains.

With the cataract blocking his eyes, Ying Luo's condition at this moment is no different from that of a blind mortal.

He couldn't see the person coming, and he almost forgot himself.

But when he heard the name "Jiuzhao" and the other party's words that they were coming to take him back, he still reached out his hand with full trust.

The moment his hands clasped together, the young man, who had turned into a lonely soul and been swept by the wind of heaven for three thousand years, finally felt a trace of real warmth.

The broken memories came together, and the white haze disappeared like thick fog that revealed the light of day.

Jiu Zhao seized the opportunity to input his own original power into him, thereby stabilizing his soul and fixing him in place.

Then he turned to the Western God King who had been waiting for a while and said:

"Yingluo's soul has returned to its place. Once I rebuild his body, you and your son will be able to meet again."

She paused, recalling the gory scenes described by Qionghuang's clone: ​​cutting flesh, bleeding, and removing bones. She added, "I'm afraid the next scene won't be very pleasant. If the Western Divine King doesn't want to be frightened, he can temporarily avoid it."

"I am the frontline of the immortal race, fighting against the demons for a thousand years, and I have witnessed all kinds of terrible scenes.

"Your Majesty, don't underestimate me."

The Western God King retreated a foot, leaving enough space for Jiu Zhao to perform, and spoke coldly at the edge of the barrier that concealed the outside scenery.

Jiu Zhao didn't say anything more.

She put her fingers together as a blade and stabbed it into the abdomen with an expressionless face.

The flowing blood quickly soaked the cloak covering his body.

Jiu Zhao's already pale face lost the last trace of color.

Like a stingy rich man, she squeezed out all the blood that had soaked the cloth, gathered it in front of her, and formed it into a fist-sized ball.

The corners of the West God King's lips twitched.

The surprised question "What are you doing" was about to burst out of his mouth, but in order to avoid disturbing the body shaping ceremony, he swallowed it back.

In the blink of an eye, an even more horrifying sight burned his eyes.

Jiu Zhao gritted his teeth, manipulated the thin blade formed by the phoenix fire, and mercilessly cut off a large piece of flesh from his body.

Then, his left hand completely sank into his abdominal cavity. With a slight cracking sound, the broken ribs were wrapped in the violently trembling palm.

“You, you—”

Just by looking at it with his naked eyes, the Western God King could feel the pain in his abdomen.

Does it cost so much to resurrect a person?

Just ask yourself, how many people in this world can go to such lengths for someone who is not related by blood and is not a spouse?

The face of the Western God King was trembling, and he couldn't speak no matter what.

He stood there like a petrified statue, watching in horror as Jiu Zhao turned his bones into a shell, took his flesh to build a body, and then injected the yin and yang fire fused with his blood into the young man's soul. After a while, the two slowly approached, the soul merged into the body, and the naked young man opened his eyes in the flames.

"Your Highness..."

He called out Jiu Zhao softly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the Western Divine King standing in the distance, tears in his eyes. "Father...?"

He blinked his eyes in confusion: "Could it be that I am still dreaming——"

“It wasn’t a dream.

"Yingluo, welcome back.

"Thank you for holding on until now, waiting for me to rescue you."

Jiu Zhao laughed.

The curve of her lips pulled at the newly formed wound, causing a sharp pain.

The change in her expression immediately caught the attention of Ying Luo, who was staring intently at her. "Your Highness, you—"

Before he could finish his words, Jiu Zhao tapped him on the forehead and his body fell limply.

Jiu Zhao stretched out his arms, embraced the unconscious young man, and brought him before the Western God King:

"Don't worry, he's fine. It's just that his body has barely been formed and is still very weak. Even speaking and conscious takes a lot of energy."

As she spoke, her frail, blood-stained face once again revealed an inexplicable sarcasm. "Besides, I understand that the Western Divine King doesn't want me to talk to Yingluo again and shake his resolve, right?"

"I would like to thank Yezun for saving my son's life."

The Western God King did not deny it, "This king has selfish motives, but also thanks Ye Zun for his profound understanding of justice."

He took out a high-quality cold jade pendant from his storage ring, shrunk Ying Luo's body, and passed him into it.

Deeply thankful for everything, he looked at Jiu Zhao.

He opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Finally, it seemed as if he had finally made up his mind.

He raised his hand and dissolved the barrier that isolated him from the outside world.

Outside the peach forest, front and back, left and right, on the ground and in the sky, densely packed immortal soldiers were ready for battle.

At the very center of Jiuzhao's sight, Fuxu, wearing a celestial crown and armor, was wiping his sword with his finger with his eyes lowered.

Sensing the demonic energy spreading everywhere, he slowly raised his head.

The dark eyes were as cold as the edge of a sword.