I was originally from the Northern Heaven, and for that reason, the Northern Black Emperor Zhuanxu cast me into the mortal realm. He had not yet returned when I jumped from the Heavenly Realm.
My last memory is still of his back. He left, leaving behind an empty Taihao Palace. I was still looking forward to his return, but it turns out, I missed him just like that.
I don't know how he'll react when he comes back and I'm not there. Come to think of it, even the biggest reaction will be in the past—twenty years have passed.
"Twenty years ago, when Dongjun learned that the Black Emperor had cast you down to the mortal realm, he nearly rose up in rebellion in anger," Fuxi recounted.
"But he didn't, did he?" I said slowly. He wasn't the kind of person who would cause a commotion for someone. He always knew what was important and what was not. That's why I was by his side and dared to enter his Taihao Palace without any worries.
Fu Xi nodded: "He was waiting for you to come back very clearly. I didn't expect that in just twenty years, trouble would arise."
It's clear that in recent years, seeing that Fuqi has received divine assistance, one knows that the Nine Heavens are not entirely peaceful.
"Do you remember when I told you to protect Jimo and protect yourself?" He touched the tip of his nose, looking somewhat embarrassed.
“I remember.” He said it more than once.
"I asked you to protect yourself because Dongjun cannot come down to the mortal realm in person. If something happens to you, I will inevitably be in trouble when you return..." He twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't continue. "I asked you to protect Jimo because he has a reason that he absolutely cannot have any regrets."
I understand that Fu Xi traveled all over the country and didn't even have the energy to treat my paralyzed body, yet he restored his severed arm. Thinking back, if he had even a little bit of free time at the time, he probably wouldn't have made me crippled.
"The Eastern Lord violated the Heavenly Rules, and the Black Emperor, together with the Southern Red Emperor, invaded the Eastern Heaven. The Eastern Lord was placed under house arrest, but the Green Emperor has not yet returned to take charge. To avoid uncontrollable chaos, the Eastern Lord surrendered. The Western White Emperor and the Central Yellow Emperor are still observing. This is why the North and South are in chaos on Earth; it is the product of the Black Emperor and the Red Emperor's alliance. They do not want Jimo to win the world, but would rather destroy this human realm. To immortal gods, humans are nothing more than playthings in their palms. Dragons belong to the East, and with the Eastern Lord absent, the dragon princes are also under their control. This is why I, Yazi, and Qiuniu withdrew from the Jimo military camp. Yazi was originally attached to the Jimo sword, but later descended upon Fuqi in an auspicious manner. Qiuniu was summoned back by his father, and I must also stay in Fuqi."
"Why is Jimo hated by Zhuanxu?" I frowned as I looked at him. "Fu Xi, now that things have come to this, why do you need to hide it? Jimo is just an ordinary mortal. Even if he reaches the highest position, he will only be an emperor and will not be able to change the heavens. The heavens are still the same heavens that have remained unchanged for thousands of years."
"Dongjun instructed me that I absolutely could tell you." He raised his lips, looking quite sly.
I took a deep breath, knowing he would speak.
Sure enough, he waved his hand and said, "You know I won't obey Dongjun's orders. I'm just a pretentious, pedantic scholar."
"A pretentious, pedantic scholar," I remember Dongjun saying. At that time, the three of us sat facing each other; I brewed tea, while the other two sat back and enjoyed it, their eyes darting around as they discussed a painting of a lady. Back then, life was still leisurely and long. Dongjun criticized the painting's flaws, while Fuxi thought it was a stroke of genius. Later, after the fragrant tea had finished steaming, Fuxi laughed and said Dongjun was a foolish old man who only knew how to cultivate immortality and seek enlightenment, to which Dongjun retorted with this remark.
He and Fu Xi always bickered like this. In the Taihao Palace, I would make tea and listen to their arguments. That was how they spent their days back then.
No worries, only leisure and freedom—this is the law of survival in this celestial realm.
Unexpectedly, after only twenty years away from the Heavenly Realm, tensions had already reached a breaking point.
"What did the ignorant old man tell you?" I asked him.
He shrugged, lowered his voice and imitated the deep voice of Dongjun: "With all the power of the Eastern Heaven, we will strike straight into your dragon's lair, regardless of the essence of heaven and earth for ten thousand years."
Dongjun is a deep and reserved person, known only to those of us who are close to him. But if you want him to cause trouble, he can create chaos without a care in the world. Others, however, think he is gentle and mild-mannered.
"What exactly happened that caused you to lose even your stronghold?"
“Ziwan, come, stand up first and look at your human body.” He gently pulled me up.
The slight coolness of my bare feet touching the ground made me gasp. I've always longed for the feeling of standing on my own two feet. And this normal skin is something I've missed for twenty years.
"Come, come, turn around and take a look at what you left for Jimo." He turned my shoulder so that I could turn around and see the body on the bed that held my memories of the past twenty years.
The stark white color of everything evoked a sense of familiarity within me.
Those deep blue eyes were tightly closed, and a look of relief played on her lips—neither crying nor laughing. She looked as if she were asleep, without a care in the world.
With no ties to their hearts, they can no longer even be called Jimo.
Do you know why Ji Mo Dongli is by your side, and why you treat him so differently?
In this protracted battle, Fuqi Jiugao fought with their backs to the wall, determined to fight to the death. They mobilized all their forces, and the two armies clashed in the fields of Duguang. For some reason, the name of this place sounded strangely familiar.
I remained hidden in the shadows, observing the situation.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were arrayed, covering the mountains and valleys. Both sides were under immense pressure, and no one was willing to lose everything at the very beginning of the confrontation. Small groups of troops constantly moved back and forth, and the generals of both sides were defeated one by one. The battle lasted for more than half a day. The sun was very strong, but fortunately I was no longer Liao Yan, so I remained calm.
The ranks of those who challenged Fuqi grew increasingly noble, and the last one to emerge was likely the formidable foe who had given Jimo three days and nights of fighting just months before, only to suffer defeat. I watched as Ma Youyou walked leisurely out of the ranks, and the figure suddenly seemed somewhat familiar, like an old friend I had only met once.
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