Chapter 146 Reminiscence of the Past (2) “Goodbye.”…
"Your Majesty..." Luo Ling paused, and had to control her emotions to remind her, "Your magic power...is not enough to bring him back to life."
"I know." Xin Bi's gaze on Xuan Chi's soul did not move at all.
Tears welled up in her eyes, filled with shock, pain, and disbelief. She forced herself to look at him carefully, as if she wanted to engrave his appearance into her heart.
Xuan Chi looked at the scene in astonishment.
He had never known she'd come after him, nor had he imagined his death would cause her so much pain. He suddenly didn't care about the thirty thousand years of confinement. Compared to the look in her eyes at that moment, he felt that the repetitive torture was nothing.
In a trance, he even forgot that this was just an illusion.
"Your Majesty," he said anxiously beside her, "It's alright... I led the troops in battle, so just consider it as if I died in battle."
At the same time, Xin Bi asked Luo Ling, "What do you think our chances of winning are?"
Luo Ling was stunned by the question and tried to be tactful, saying, "The divine weapon is still there. They probably haven't found the seal. But..." She sighed dejectedly and shook her head, "Your cultivation has been reduced to less than ten thousand years, and Xuan Chi..." She didn't make this clear, then whispered, "If the five clans fight with all their might, we might have a 10% to 20% chance of winning."
Xin Bi shook her head indifferently: "Emperor Jun has already taken control of the God Clan. The Five Clans don't need to risk their lives for me."
Luo Ling didn't say anything because she was suddenly confused and didn't know what Xin Bi was thinking.
Xin Bi lowered her eyes and cast a spell again. A golden thread spiraled up from her fingertips and nimbly flew into the gate of Cangming Palace.
Not long after, the military seal, moved by the golden thread, floated out slowly. When it was half a meter away from Xin Bi, Xin Bi reached out and took it.
She took a deep breath and cast another spell towards Xuan Chi's corpse: "The golden wall imprisons the form, the springs stop the water. The morning star binds the soul, the earth holds the spirit still."
"Your Majesty?!" Luo Ling reached out to stop her and stepped back in surprise. "You can't imprison his soul here. He..."
"I can't let him die." Xin Bi said softly.
Luo Ling's voice suddenly choked, because she suddenly realized that Xin Bi no longer had the energy to face the death of her confidant.
Luo Ling was actually the same. In the past few days, Xin Bi had lost as many colleagues as she had lost close confidants.
As high and mighty gods, they seem to be indifferent to feelings, but precisely because they are high and mighty gods, they have been together for tens of thousands of years, and even the shallowest feelings have been deeply engraved by time.
"I still have eight thousand years of cultivation." Xin Bi's eyes were more determined. "I will use three thousand years of cultivation to protect his soul. The remaining cultivation... will probably be just enough to cast a karma spell."
"Karma curse?" Luo Ling looked confused.
She couldn't imagine what kind of karma curse would require Xin Bi to spend five thousand years of cultivation.
Xin Bi began to cast a spell and recited the soul-fixing spell again. Rays of golden light flew towards Xuan Chi's soul. His soul, floating in the air, gradually sank until it completely overlapped with the corpse.
Xuan Chi, who was watching all this, stood there stiffly, his mind blank.
When the last ray of golden light flew out, Xin Bi was exhausted. A fishy and sweet taste surged up, and she suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
"Your Majesty!" Luo Ling supported her, her eyes filled with heartache. "What karma curse? Let me do it."
"No." Xin Bi pushed her away, forcing herself to stand straight. "Emperor Jun is cruel and violent. You must tell the Five Clans... I am powerless to resist. Let them do their best to protect themselves. You must survive, too. Don't worry about anything else, just survive, even if it means submitting to Emperor Jun."
"Impossible!" Luo Ling declared. The next moment, a gust of wind swept her out of the palace square. The sound of the wind carried Xin Bi's voice, which utterly brooked no argument. "This is my final command. Go, find the five tribes before Di Jun does, and save their lives. Tell them we'll meet again."
Xuan Chi looked at Luo Ling, watching her tears roll into the gust of wind, only to be shattered by it. She held on for a long moment, gritting her teeth, silently hoping Xin Bi would change her mind, but she remained unmoved.
Luo Ling finally gave up, closed her eyes resolutely, turned around and ran towards the sky.
As Luo Ling left, Xin Bi ended her spell, and the wind died down. Xin Bi looked at Xuan Chi's body again, then silently retreated into the forest.
Xuan Chi followed her thirty thousand years later. She was picking and collecting things in the mountains and forests. He didn't know what she was doing at first, but he soon understood.
She picked up grass leaves, flowers, broken starlight, the afterglow of the sun and moon, dew, wind and fog, to pray to the ancient gods.
The causal spell worked like this: if the spell's layout wasn't too complex, it could be accomplished simply by using one's cultivation. However, if it was sufficiently complex, it could easily go awry without the protection of the ancient gods. Especially since her cultivation was now nearly depleted, without the gods' blessing, this spell spanning ten thousand years would be difficult to complete.
Xuan Chi wanted to help, but he couldn't even pull up a blade of grass, so he could only follow her idly.
He then inexplicably thought that his first encounter with her was a sacrifice, which happened tens of thousands of years ago.
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Xin Bi spent three days collecting offerings, and then returned to the altar in front of Cangming Palace to pray to the ancient gods.
This was a common practice for the Emperor of Heaven. Even without casting a karma spell, she would still perform a prayer every five hundred years. If something important happened—like an impending war, or a great victory or defeat—an additional ritual would be performed. She had already memorized the entire process.
But this time, Xuan Chi saw obvious nervousness on her face. He knew that she was worried that her wish would not succeed. Even though she knew clearly that this happened 30,000 years ago, she still hated herself for not being able to help.
On the first day, Xin Bi prayed to the ancient gods, hoping that Di Jun and his men would not return to Cangming Palace for the time being.
She knelt before the altar for a day and a night. When it was about to dawn, a bright star rose from the altar, flew towards the sky, and then disappeared into the daylight along with the stars.
The next day, Xin Bi formally used her cultivation to cast the Karma Curse. She cut her palm, wrote the contents of the Karma Curse in blood, and presented it on the altar.
——She wanted to transform into a fierce ghost. Because no immortal had ever transformed into a ghost, such ghosts were outside the Three Realms. She hoped to avoid the pursuit of the Emperor of Heaven.
——She wanted to accumulate power as a fierce ghost again until she could compete with the Emperor of Heaven again;
——For the sake of safety, she is willing to forget everything. Until she recovers, she needs a chance to remember the past and find her old friends.
She knelt before the altar for another day and night, but until dawn, the altar was still silent and there was no sign of the stars.
The ancient gods were reluctant to interfere in the affairs of the celestial realm, especially in power struggles like this one.
Xin Bi calmly cut her palm again to draw blood and presented a new blood letter.
When the sky brightened, the altar was still silent.
Then, this process was repeated over and over again for 49 days, and the dagger she used to cut herself moved from her palm to her wrist and finally to her upper arm.
Forty-nine days of wind and sun had made her haggard and miserable. In fact, a deity shouldn't be like this. She only needed a moment's rest to fully recover, but she no longer had time to do that.
In tens of thousands of years, Xuan Chi had never seen her like this. In the eyes of the gods in heaven, she was always perfect, noble, majestic, murderous, and compassionate. When she stood between the sun and the moon, they would be eclipsed. All dirty words had nothing to do with her.
Xuan Chi witnessed the sacrifice over and over again, and looked at the increasing scars on her arms, and his emotions were almost broken.
Tens of thousands of years of companionship were enough for him to understand that her persistent wish was not just for power or revenge, but because of Di Jun's cruelty and brutality that made her unwilling to leave the lives of her people to him.
But he felt that no one was worthy of her.
Whether it was him or Luo Ling, whether it was the life or death of the five tribes or the survival of the three realms.
On the fiftieth day, the dagger in her hand stopped just as it touched her upper arm. She stared at the blade and pondered for a while, then changed her sword-holding posture and pointed the tip of the sword at her chest.
Xuan Chi was startled: "Xin Bi? Stop!"
He hurriedly tried to grab her hand, but his outstretched hand slipped through her body again. He watched as she pierced her heart with the sword, drew a long line downwards, and then turned to the left.
She cut out her own soul and held it in her right hand, which was completely stained with blood.
She struggled to stand up and tremblingly placed the Yuanhun on the altar.
She had no strength to move, so she leaned over the altar and wrote another letter in blood, word by word.
She knew that if she didn't get a response, it would be over. Her emotions were a little out of control, and she muttered to herself frantically as she wrote: "God, please let the people who were once loyal to me live."
"I know you don't want to interfere with the Three Realms."
"But what crime have they committed?"
Before she finished writing the blood letter, a flash of white light appeared on the altar, so dazzling that it made her frown.
She looked up in confusion, and in the bright sunlight, a star slowly rose from the altar and drifted slowly to the sky.
Xin Bi's eyes were blurred, and she wondered for a moment whether this was an illusion caused by despair, but there was no time for her to explore the matter further.
No one can live long if the soul leaves the body.
Xin Bi suddenly relaxed and smiled tiredly.
She cast her final spell, and the mountains and forests instantly shook, the altar slowly sinking in the rising dust. Xin Bi gritted her teeth, mustered her remaining strength, and leaped out of the dust, flying towards the Cangming Palace, which was gradually separating from the forest and mountains.
...For her at this moment, it would be a consolation to die with her subordinates, but she couldn't, because if Di Jun got the skeletons of both of them at the same time, it would be easy for him to find that he could mobilize the divine soldiers.
She could not tolerate the divine weapon she had built with her own hands becoming a sword to chop down her subjects.
Leaping to the eaves of Cangming Palace, Xin Bi breathed a sigh of relief.
She lay down calmly, her eyes piercing through the thick smoke and dust as she looked at Hyun Chi's body for the last time: "Goodbye."
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