Chapter 200 Chapter 200 “You and I are both phoenixes after all. …

The Burning Sea is bitterly cold all year round, but the Nanling of the Three Pure Heavens has distinct four seasons.

It is the transition between spring and summer, and the flowers, plants and trees planted by the wood-type gods who once ruled this place are flourishing and lush, with a variety of colors.

Wujiu stood quietly by the window. Through this magnificent scene, he recalled his hometown, which was located deeper in Nanling and had become a scorched earth with no grass growing on it.

The warm sunlight spreads all over my body.

The air filled with abundant spiritual energy was sucked into the internal organs, causing a slight stinging pain that repelled the demonic body.

A close attendant came quietly behind Wujiu, lowered his head and reported to him in a low voice the news that had almost spread throughout the immortal and demon worlds.

Each word was uttered clearly, like a heavy stone gradually dropped into a deep pool.

From Jiu Zhao searching for the soul of the God Emperor to collect evidence, to the ancestor god Qionghuang appearing, he appointed him as the master of immortals and demons.

Then the Phoenix Clan’s thousand-year-long grievances were finally redressed.

Wu Jiu listened silently, his face as still as an ancient well.

Only the left hand resting on the windowsill had its knuckles tightening inch by inch, turning bluish-white.

"knew."

After the attendant finished his report, he uttered only three words, his voice calm and without any ripples.

The attendant lowered his head even lower, not daring to look at his empty right sleeve, much less to guess what was surging beneath that calmness.

"Clan leader, Dizuo... has finally vindicated our clan."

Wu Jiu slowly turned his head, his pupils against the light shrouded in a haze. "The Ancestral God and this woman are of the same kind. One ruthlessly divided his descendants into different classes, ignoring the suffering of the inferiors. The other first killed her husband, then forced her father's spirit to testify in order to seize the throne.

"With such similar personalities, it's no wonder the ancestor god, dead for thousands of years, was able to come back to life and support her."

The attendant held his breath and could hardly respond.

Although the ancestor god gave birth to immortals and demons, the two races have completely different attitudes towards her.

The immortals regard the decrees and words they issued as the golden rule.

But the demons hated it deeply.

The reason why he is willing to bow his head and make concessions and temporarily live in peace with Sanqingtian is simply because Jiuzhao is too powerful and no one can bring him down.

Living conditions have not improved a single day.

The pain never dissipated for a moment.

Even if they are suppressed to the extreme and ready to die, a war will still break out between the two worlds.

But when you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

The attendant had been with Wujiu for many years and was worried that if Wujiu continued to act recklessly like this, he would get into big trouble.

After a moment of trepidation, he advised again: "Clan leader, this is Nanling. If it gets to Ziwei Palace, I'm afraid, I'm afraid it will be bad..."

"I'm already like this now, what am I afraid of?"

Wu Jiu refused to listen to his advice and interrupted him coldly, his expression darkening. "What do you mean by revealing the truth about the Phoenix Clan's injustice? Isn't she just doing this to win people's hearts? Otherwise, we are the ones who should see the contents of the video ball. Why didn't she bring it here, or summon me to an audience?"

After becoming disabled, Wujiu's temperament became more and more moody.

Sensing the signs of his anger, the attendants dared not say anything more.

He quickly knelt down and apologized, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

After a long while, Wu Jiu half slumped his shoulders as if he was deflated, waved his hand and said, "You go down first."

"yes."

The attendant, as if granted amnesty, crawled a few steps on his hands and knees, then staggered to his feet at the door. But the moment he opened the heavy door, he froze in place, then fell heavily to his knees with a thud, his forehead hitting the cold, hard ground, and he never raised his head again.

Outside the door, in the corridor, a person has been standing quietly for some time.

The man was wearing a red imperial robe, with a phoenix woven with gold threads flapping its wings as if about to fly above it.

His majesty was unparalleled, and his beauty was unparalleled, so great that even heaven and earth were eclipsed.

"Bye, farewell to the Emperor—"

With Jiu Zhao's current strength, no matter how advanced the barrier formation is, it will be useless in front of her.

And Wu Jiu's treasonous remarks were made just a moment ago—

Is it God's will to take their lives today?!

The attendant trembled and pressed his forehead against the ground.

Just as he was thinking about the rumor that closing one's eyes when dying would alleviate pain, Jiu Zhao finally spoke:

"Why are you shaking? I don't eat humans.

"Since the Phoenix Clan Leader has asked you to withdraw, please withdraw."

This tone, as if giving orders to one's own servants, was very casual and added to Wujiu's humiliation.

He raised his thorns and unconsciously took defense.

Seeing Jiu Zhao strolling into the room, he took the main seat first, lowering his eyes stubbornly: "I didn't know the emperor was coming, and I'm sorry for not coming to greet you."

Jiu Zhao ignored his childish and meaningless disrespect. As she turned her left hand, a translucent ball of divine power hovered in her palm. She decisively handed the recording ball to Wu Jiu's eyebrows. "The truth you seek is all here. Take your time to read it."

Wujiu's sight was immediately frightened by the ball of light, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably.

He stretched out his only remaining left hand, trying to take it, but then grasped the armrest of the chair, as if hesitant.

Jiu Zhao didn't press him, but simply said, "Are you not resentful and questioning why I didn't reveal the truth to the Phoenix Clan first? Why didn't I summon you to witness it with your own eyes? Why, now that I'm personally bringing it to you, you don't want to see it anymore?"

Provoking someone always works unexpectedly well on Wujiu.

Jiu Zhao observed his expression, and when he was halfway through his words, he saw a familiar sense of humiliation appear on his brows.

He no longer hesitated, and somewhat roughly snatched the recording ball, injected his spiritual thoughts into it, and immersed himself in it.

The past suddenly unfolded as the God Emperor spoke.

In order to force the Phoenix Clan to rebel, he took every step carefully.

He seduced the female lord Tai'e into falling in love with him, and created a series of coincidences that alienated her relationship with her biological brother Wu Shao.

The notoriety of relying on strength to support the army gradually spread to Sanqingtian.

And finally, on the eve of their fall from heaven, they regretted never having the chance to meet again.

…

Wu Shao's blood and tears are also the blood and tears of the entire Phoenix clan.

Wujiu's breathing trembled as he felt the same way.

Jiu Zhao's voice rushed into his ears again at this moment: "I will give you a chance. Today, you can speak freely without worrying about the rules between the monarch and his subjects. I will not punish you. But if you don't speak up this time, and I find out about you talking behind my back next time, you will be killed."

Wujiu was not afraid of death, he was only afraid of Jiuzhao's anger.

He took a deep breath, and obtained a guarantee from Jiu Zhao that "even if I must punish you, it will not fall on the Phoenix Clan," before saying, "Your Majesty, I obey."

“First question.

"If, before the rebellion, Father God reveals the truth about your injustice and offers compensation, would you be willing to turn back?"

The anger of being wronged and humiliated was still surging in his mind. Wu Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her:

"Does Your Majesty think that ten thousand years of hatred and countless withered bones can be wiped out with a few fleeting apologies and compensations?

"I am a demon, not a saint."

"so."

Jiu Zhao looked back at his resentful eyes calmly, "You don't want to be an immortal anymore."

"At this point, is it still meaningful for the Emperor to ask these questions?"

He was afraid that if he looked at it a few more times, he would lose control of his evil spirit and fall into a state of red-eyed rampage.

Wujiu turned his face away and chose to fix his gaze on the empty cuff of his right hand.

Jiu Zhao, however, was not like the attendants who would quit while they were ahead. "Nanling is rich in immortal energy, and the Phoenix Sacred Tree was also awakened by me using the Zhulong Submandibular Pearl. If I wish, I can also use my divine power to regenerate the scorched earth. However, you are full of demonic energy, unable to breathe in and out immortal essence to practice, and you have no pure energy to give back to the Phoenix Sacred Tree. Within a thousand years, the sacred tree will wither, and you will also be unable to continue due to the depletion of demonic energy, and will retreat to the Burning Sea to live a miserable life once again."

Jiu Zhao's careless words were like a knife stabbing into a clam.

Pry open the hard shell and pierce the soft interior.

Wu Jiu smashed the chair armrest with his bare palm and stood up suddenly. "Your Majesty, have you come here today to remind me that the Phoenix Clan has no way back?"

Crimson spread in his tense eyes, his rationality completely broken. He roared regardless, "Yes! I long to return to my homeland all the time and get rid of this disgusting evil spirit! The Phoenix is ​​a race born to fire! There is no sun in the Burning Sea, only eternal cold!

"—But what else can I do? What can I do?!

“There’s no going back!

“Do you understand this?!”

The roar echoed in the house, spreading with desperate hoarseness.

Wujiu clutched the collar of his shirt over his chest and breathed heavily.

It was as if he was shocked by his sudden loss of control, and as if he had exhausted all his strength.

After a moment, he suddenly fell silent, leaving only an awkward silence.

Jiu Zhao was not angry at his offense.

She listened quietly and suddenly said, "I understand."

A fleeting moment of trance passed through her usually resolute eyes. "God knows how much I long to return to... the days when I lived in Lihentian."

Watch the flowers, drink tea, dance with the whip and play the piano.

If you don't know the world, you won't care about cause and effect.

Wujiu was stunned, his heart filled with boiling grief and indignation, but he was pinned to the spot by the rare tenderness revealed in Jiuzhao's eyes.

"I don't have that chance anymore."

Jiu Zhao focused his gaze back on his face, "But you, maybe there is still one."

Wu Jiu searched for a long time before he found his own voice:

"……What's the meaning?"

The gap between immortals and demons has been like this since ancient times.

The immortals can complete their transformation with the help of karmic fire, but there has never been a precedent of a demonic body turning back.

"I will use my body to purify the resentful power of the Burning Sea."

Jiu Zhao's voice was low, but every word carried weight. "Once the resentment is gone, the demonic energy will naturally cease. Then, there will no longer be any distinction between immortals and demons in this world."

Wu Jiu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at her in disbelief: "How... could you do that? Could it be that the Ancestral God appeared just for this?"

"Why else do you think the Ancestral God is willing to appear in the world?"

Jiu Zhao did not answer but asked instead.

"Why..."

Wujiu's throat tightened and his heart beat like a drum, hitting his chest again and again.

An indescribable emotion swept over me, a mixture of astonishment, suspicion, confusion, and a glimmer of hope.

He still forced himself to remain calm, maintaining his final vigilance: "Why tell me? The Emperor should have kept it secret from me—from the entire demon clan."

He deliberately emphasized the word "demon clan" to remind them of the boundary between their identities.

The power of resentment is enormous, and it will take time to dissipate it.

Even though Jiu Zhao hadn't explained everything, Wu Jiu understood that the whole process was a life-or-death struggle.

There is no guarantee that there won't be demons who, after getting hold of this news, will secretly plot and stir up trouble again.

Jiu Zhao was silent for a moment.

Outside the raised lattice window, a sudden gust of wind blew, carrying the delicate flowers and leaves on the branches and lingering to the edge of her red skirt.

"In fact, you are the first one to know about this so far."

She twisted her fingertips slightly, gently pinching a piece, and a sincere smile formed on her lips. "I am willing to tell you because, those who are truly sinister and would rebel would not be like you, constantly talking about loyalty and suspicion, and showing all their emotions in their eyes."

Putting aside the difference between the monarch and his subjects, these words were full of joking and mocking meaning.

It was clearly not a good intention, and was also a subtle mockery of his stupidity and lack of sophistication.

Wu Jiu felt for no reason, just like the day when Lan Qi ordered them to go on a trip together.

The relationship between them seemed to have become closer silently.

The resentment that had been lingering in his heart for a long time dissipated a little again. He raised his head, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to "speak freely" to argue a few more words.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the curve of Jiu Zhao's lips, which turned to a hint of melancholy:

"What's more...you and I are both phoenixes after all."