Chapter 128: Final Chapter Save him thousands of times, wait for her...
As the words fell, the arrow flew out, and the arrow turned into sixty-four sticks, sealing the luck of heaven and earth, and finally pierced through Song Wulan's body from all directions.
The moment Song Wu Lan was pierced through, he was completely stunned. After a long moment, he looked down in disbelief, staring at the sword piercing his body, and muttered, "I... am fate..."
As he spoke, a cold wind blew from afar, and he was shattered into ashes and blown away by the wind.
The wind took away Song Wu Lan and all the sounds. Jiang Zhaoxue stood on the platform for questioning. She felt the thin spiritual power of the person behind her. She wanted to ask something, but she didn't dare to speak. When the other person tried to let go, she just held her hand with her backhand. Her hands couldn't help shaking, but she didn't say a word.
"Nvjun."
Pei Zichen's voice was very soft, as if with a smile: "Why don't you look back?"
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say. The moment this person appeared, she clearly felt that it was Pei Zichen.
It doesn't seem to be Pei Zichen.
Almost at that moment, she inexplicably confirmed the other person's identity.
She had seen him, seen him again and again, his voice, his smell, his movements...
She always felt that he was familiar, but not like him.
However, at this moment, she knew clearly that Pei Zichen was her senior.
But how could he be a predecessor? Why did he have to be the one who saved him time and time again? How did he travel back so far into the past? He had clearly become a god, so why was his spiritual power so weak? What price would he have to pay to return to the past?
She is a fortune teller. She has seen countless ways to change people's destiny. She knows clearly that everything in this world has a price.
She couldn't help but wonder why she became a seventh-level destiny master?
Why could she suddenly see the future?
Why did she encounter more life-and-death calamities than Pei Zichen? Was it because she wasn't lucky enough? Or... or...
Is she the one destined to die?
Realizing this, she trembled all over, but the person behind her was remarkably calm and said softly, "Lady, please look back at me."
She listened to his voice, turned around tremblingly, and saw the young man standing in front of her.
His body was almost transparent, like a broken porcelain statue, and his face was covered with cracks.
He looked at her tenderly. Even in the day they had not seen each other, it seemed as if a thousand years had passed. His eyes were filled with the calmness that came with the passage of time.
She didn't dare to speak, she didn't even dare to use force, for fear that if she did, the person in front of her would shatter.
They just stared at each other quietly, as if after a very long time, before they whispered, "Yaoyao, I have seen you at the age of seventeen."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Zhaoxue burst into tears. He continued, "I'm very happy. When I was seventeen, I was the type you liked too."
"Then why..." Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you show up?"
If you had seen her at the age of seventeen, why didn't you show up? Why did you let her meet Shen Yuqing? Why did you let her fall in love with Shen Yuqing?
When asking this question, Pei Zichen smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes: "Because I want to wait for you, Yaoyao. From the beginning, I will wait for you at the end."
"What is the end point?"
Jiang Zhaoxue listened and couldn't help but say, "You and I are just beginning, how can you possibly have an end?! Haven't you become a god? As a god, you are omnipotent, how can you possibly have an end?!"
Pei Zichen didn't say anything, his body became fainter and fainter. He looked at Jiang Zhaoxue's waist, raised his finger, and saw a small glass ball floating out of Jiang Zhaoxue's sleeve.
"What is this?"
Jiang Zhaoxue knew that what Pei Zichen would take out at this time was definitely not an ordinary thing. She grabbed his hand and asked anxiously, "What do you want to do?!"
"Yaoyao," Pei Zichen looked at her, "This is the last thing I can do for you."
The moment the sound fell, Pei Zichen tightened his fingers, and the glass beads shattered instantly, and the souls of countless people flew out of the glass beads.
Jiang Pingsheng, Jiang Zhaoyue, Qingye, Ye Tianjiao...
Before the war, he actually took one soul from each person and placed it in the glass bead.
As long as one soul and one spirit are present in the soul, the other souls can be recalled and restored, but the price is extraordinary.
Jiang Zhaoxue was shocked as he watched the souls flying out one by one. Looking at the gentle eyes of the person opposite him, he suddenly realized something.
He had been prepared for this. He had been prepared to use himself to resurrect these people, so he kept their souls and waited for himself to become a god and resurrect these people with his divine power.
"Pei Zichen!!"
The moment she realized this, Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but scream and rushed forward!
However, the moment the hand touched his body, his body shattered instantly like a crushed glass bead.
She circled her arms around the void, only his breath surrounding her, accompanied by his voice.
"Heaven has its own cause and effect. Yaoyao, save me, one last time."
Save him.
Save him thousands and thousands of times.
Save him one last time.
But how can she save him? What can she do to save him?
He is a god and he couldn't save himself, so how could she save him?!
"Pei Zichen..."
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the vast world, watched his breath go away like a spring breeze, watched the barren mountains turn green, watched the grass compete for spring, watched the sky ring for him, watched the brilliant light pouring down the three realms, and listened to the distant ringing of the Donghuang Bell, which was dedicated to the gods alone.
The people on the ground opened their eyes blankly, but she was the only one crying helplessly.
"Pei Zichen... Pei Zichen..."
"Pei Zichen!!"
She knelt on the ground, crying. Her Qiankun Lottery Sticks had long since broken, and her Yinyang Tongbao Treasures had shattered into ash. She was alone, constantly screaming with her spiritual words: "Come out! Come back alive! Come out!"
"You said you were nice to me, you said you loved me, how could you treat me like this again and again..."
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but hunch over: "How can I save you? How can I save you? I... I..."
She suddenly realized something and looked up at the Book of Destiny not far away.
The Book of Destiny has long lost its color, but it is still surrounded by luck.
Luck.
Song Wulan is dead, but his luck will not disappear out of thin air. Where did his 30,000 years of luck go?
"Jiang Zhaoxue."
As her thoughts moved, she heard a voice coming from far behind her.
Jiang Zhaoxue paused. She felt a force that was almost the rules of the world pressing down on her. Jiang Zhaoxue looked back coldly and saw that everything around her had darkened. There seemed to be a road under her feet. At the end of the road, a woman in white clothes and a golden hairpin was walking towards her from afar.
Her gauze dress moved without wind, and her flying shawl spread out as if in water.
With every step she took, she felt the world shaking. Jiang Zhaoxue stared at her intently as she came to him.
The woman in front of him had no face, and her aura was so dense that it seemed to have no end. Jiang Zhaoxue could only feel the aura permeating the surrounding area. "Who are you?"
"I?"
The woman tilted her head slightly and chuckled, "I am the Way of Heaven."
"Heavenly Way?"
“The Way of Heaven begins with the creation of living beings and is born from all things.”
The woman raised her hand, and the surroundings suddenly transformed into an endless wilderness. Mountains and rivers became seas, and plants withered and flourished. Everything changed rapidly. The woman whispered, "Thirty thousand years ago, after the God of Hao Cang created the world, he awaited my appearance. When the world had enough people and enough things to form a rule, it would possess me. At this time, the Book of Destiny should have left."
"But he didn't."
Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but say angrily: "What about you? Where are you?"
"I'm watching you."
The woman said calmly, "Heaven and Earth treat all things as straw dogs. You are no different from the Book of Destiny. I am determined by you, but I cannot decide you."
"so what?"
Jiang Zhaoxue stared at her: "So what are you doing here now? If you don't want to interfere with anything, why are you coming to me?"
"I don't interfere in everything, but since this concerns me, I must ask you."
The woman leaned forward slightly: "You, want to become a god?"
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned. The woman spoke softly, "You saved millions of people in the Tracing Light Mirror, and now you've saved the Three Realms from disaster. Everything you've done is of great virtue and great luck, and yet the Book of Destiny was destroyed by you. You will inherit all its power. Once you inherit it, you will complete your merits and ascend to become a god. You will then control all living things in the world, the four seasons, time and space. Everything will be up to you."
"Then can I save Pei Zichen?!" Jiang Zhaoxue immediately spoke, eagerly asking, "If I become a god, I can save him, right?"
The woman didn't say anything.
Jiang Zhaoxue panicked and couldn't help but ask, "Didn't I become a god? Can't I let him live?!"
"God is not omnipotent."
"He saved her!" Jiang Zhaoxue became excited. "He was the one who did the good deed. If we talk about luck and reward, he deserves it! His destiny was to become the master of these three realms. It was me who changed him, it was me who killed him! Why should I become a god while he has to die?!"
"Because he is doomed to die."
Tian Dao said calmly: "No matter what time and space, he will die."
"Impossible!" Jiang Zhaoxue interrupted him immediately, "If it weren't for me, he would have become the master of the Three Realms..."
"Then he would die with his hands full of sins and punishment from heaven."
Tiandao spoke with certainty. Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned. She looked up blankly and saw the other party lowering his eyes. "In the world you saw, he didn't survive either. He was the prey of the Book of Destiny from the beginning. He is indeed extraordinary in luck, so extraordinary that as long as he gains the power of one person, the Book of Destiny can become a god. So from the beginning to the end, the Book of Destiny's goal has been to let Pei Zichen do evil all the way and become stronger all the way. In this way, in the end, Pei Zichen will become a wicked person who defies heaven, and the Book of Destiny will truly take action against him. The Book of Destiny will use heaven's punishment to kill Pei Zichen. After Pei Zichen's death, the stronger he becomes, the more power the Book of Destiny will gain."
"So..." Jiang Zhaoxue understood completely, "The Book of Destiny has been training him to obtain the divine weapon, but it is also tempting him to do evil."
"That's right," Tiandao nodded. "In fact, I've deduced this many times, but every time, he was forced into a pile of sins by the Book of Destiny. But Jiang Zhaoxue, in this world, rules are destiny."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened in confusion, listening to Tiandao's words: "He violated the law of cause and effect, and was destined to die. And he in that world finally realized this, but he couldn't save himself, so he wanted to save you."
"Save me?" Jiang Zhaoxue didn't understand. "He killed me, how could he save me?"
"Everyone who uses spiritual power will be tracked and controlled by the Book of Destiny," Tiandao patiently explained. "He killed you to sever the Book's control over you and quietly send you into reincarnation. After that, he fought a life-and-death battle with the Book, and ultimately died alongside it in the divine punishment."
"I've deduced this countless times, and all the key moments are similar. Li Xiuji will eventually become a demon, and Pei Zichen will eventually become the true Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds. They both have murderous hands and are burdened with life debts." A chair materialized out of thin air in the darkness. Tiandao brushed his sleeves and sat down gracefully. "His only chance of survival lies in this very time and space, because in this very time and space, he met you."
Tiandao turned to look at her, his tone softening. "He has never done evil, so he doesn't have to bear the punishment of Heaven, and this doesn't mean he's doomed. And now, it won't be difficult for him to survive. As long as you are willing to give up the power of the Book of Destiny, you can use it to resurrect him, a man who has never done anything wrong."
"So," Jiang Zhaoxue listened and confirmed, "I can save him?"
"You've been saving him."
Tian Dao affirmed, "Jiang Zhaoxue, he actually used the time mirror to go back to the past. He went back a thousand years, but for twelve hundred years, he always remained steadfast in his Daoist heart and never fell from grace. It was all because of you."
Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes were filled with moisture, and Tiandao's tone was particularly gentle: "You have saved him thousands and thousands of times in countless years."
Every time we stop his evil thoughts, it is his salvation.
So he came again and again, telling her again and again to save him.
Only by maintaining his good intentions can we truly save him.
Save him thousands of times, and rescue him when he is on the verge of collapse.
And this time, is the last time.
"So," Jiang Zhaoxue clenched her fists, "So what should I do?"
"Hmm," Tiandao seemed hesitant, "You really don't want to become a god?"
"Heaven's Way," Jiang Zhaoxue listened, his pale face smiling, "This world doesn't need gods, it only needs itself. Everyone is his own god. If I become a god, what's the difference between me and the Book of Destiny?"
Tiandao listened, seeming to understand but not quite.
After thinking for a moment, she nodded and said, "Well, it's your decision. Now is the time when you are closest to becoming a god, and it is also the only time when you can talk to me. Is there anything else you want to ask me?"
"I want to ask..."
As Jiang Zhaoxue opened her mouth, many thoughts flashed through her mind. However, after a long while, she finally said, "No more."
"oh?"
Tiandao was curious: "You don't ask me about my future?"
"No more questions."
Jiang Zhaoxue shook her head and said seriously, "The future you see is only the future you see. It's just a glimpse of the whole picture. Who can be sure that what they see is the final outcome? Destiny," Jiang Zhaoxue laughed, "is in the hands of him and me."
"Too."
Tiandao nodded seriously, then stood up. "Then wait a moment, go see Pei Zichen yourself, I'll be leaving first. He has done a lot in the past thousand years, you can talk about it slowly."
As she spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue felt the surroundings gradually brighten. When she opened her eyes, the first thing that caught her eye was Qingye who was wiping her face.
Qingye stared at her blankly. She stared at Qingye quietly. After a moment, Qingye suddenly reacted and said excitedly: "Lady! Lady, you're awake?!"
Without waiting for Jiang Zhaoxue to react, he rushed out in a panic, stood at the door, and shouted with a voice that resounded throughout Penglai Island: "The lady is awake! Quickly inform everyone! The lady is awake!"
As he spoke, Qingye rushed back and looked Jiang Zhaoxue up and down in surprise: "My lady, are you okay? How do you feel? Do you feel that there is something wrong with you? You fainted while crying that day, and we were all stunned when we woke up."
"Where's Pei Zichen?"
Jiang Zhaoxue asked immediately. Qingye paused and said hesitantly, "My husband... he has been unconscious and is still at Taipingyuan..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhaoxue stood up immediately.
Her spiritual power had not yet recovered, and she didn't even have time to put on her shoes, but she rushed all the way to Taipingyuan.
Taipingyuan is a place in Penglai that specializes in treating critically ill patients. It is not far from her room, but the road seems so long to her.
She ran under the bluestone tiles warmed by the sun, ran in the warm spring sunshine, and the breeze still blew across her cheeks and her gauze dress, lifting the pink and white headband that was the same color as the peach blossoms. She seemed to have returned to her youth of seventeen, running towards her sweetheart without hesitation or hindrance.
She rushed into the yard, stepping on the green grass, amid the chirping of birds.
Everyone was stunned when they saw her come in. Seeing that she was not wearing shoes, they hurriedly asked, "Madam? Why didn't you wear shoes?"
"Lady, shoes!"
Qingye followed Diewu and Dielan in and hurriedly said, "Put your shoes on first! My husband is fine!"
"Where's Pei Zichen?"
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't care. She just held up her skirt and walked quickly inside, panting. She said anxiously, "Don't lie to me. Where's Pei Zichen? What happened to him? He..."
"Yaoyao."
A soft call came from not far away, and Jiang Zhaoxue froze.
Everything around was quiet. Jiang Zhaoxue was afraid and anxious. She suppressed her fear and slowly turned around. She saw a young man in a black robe embroidered with gold, with long hair loose and a pearl and jade pendant hanging on his forehead, which added a bit of beauty to his handsome face.
He was still very pale, but clearly no longer seriously injured. He had clearly been dressed, but in a hurry, perhaps having hurriedly begun the process upon hearing her voice.
He stood under the tree, looking at her so truly, gently and quietly.
It's like it has been stationed here countless times and for countless years.
He met her at the beginning of time and met her at the end of time.
Save him thousands and thousands of times.
Waiting for her for thousands and thousands of years.
So she crossed a thousand years of time, rushed towards him in the warm spring sunshine, and crashed into his arms.
Pei Zichen was knocked back by her and fell against the peach tree. The peach blossoms fluttered down and Pei Zichen coughed lightly.
"Yaoyao..." He said in a muffled voice, "Be gentle."
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't say anything. She just buried her head in his chest. After a long time, she laughed softly.
The laughter started out as a slight shake of the shoulders, and then became more and more outrageous.
Floating across the courtyard, across the islands, across the mountains and rivers.
Floating and floating.
Ah, time has heard it all.
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The author has something to say: A long time ago, I was actually thinking about what preface I would write when I wrote this chapter.
I have so much to say. I want to share with you what I found most touching about this article, what I find most regrettable, how I plan to revise it, why my update turned out this way, etc...
But when I really got to writing this chapter, I didn’t know what to say.
I don't have enough energy to say more.
At the end there will be a daily extra and a extra about another world line.
Then I went to rest.
But for me, Jiang Zhaoxue and Pei Zichen have not left yet, they are still in my heart. I haven’t gotten over this article yet, and I don’t know how long it will take me to get over it.
Anyway, thanks for watching, I love you guys.
By the way, I would like to recommend a few songs.
The songs I listened to most often when I was writing about Pei Zichen were "Wild Jasmine" and "Missing You is Farther Than Mountains and Seas" by Wild Thirteen.
When I was writing about Jiang Zhaoxue, the songs I listened to most often were "Lifestyle" by John, "The Legend of Zu (inst.)" and "Night Crusing".
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