"Can I have it?" She listened, her eyes brightening slightly, but her tone remained calm.
Yan Qingli shook her head and said truthfully, "The root of love that has been pulled out can grow back; but for those who have never had a root of love, it will never grow back no matter what."
"...Oh." She lowered her eyes, her beautiful face now indifferent and dull.
After a long while, she opened her mouth again, her tone filled with ignorant questions, yet her calmness was shocking:
"I can't respond to his love, I've let him down. So, can I go find his reincarnation, hide, and make it up to him?"
"I'm afraid not." Yan Qingli responded.
"Why?"
"Because under divine punishment, both his body and soul were destroyed, and his spirit was scattered..." Perhaps it was a bit cruel. She raised her teacup, took a sip, and then said, "He will not be reincarnated again."
Upon hearing this, Shen Wuyou's eyes trembled, and the five fingers holding the cup slightly curled up.
"No, there will be, there will definitely be."
She didn't believe it, and even looked at her stubbornly, insisting:
"God's punishment cannot be cured, but you see, late autumn is approaching, and withered trees will come back to life in spring, and bones and flesh will grow back. My injuries will heal soon! So will his. There must be a way!"
Yan Qingli looked at her blood-soaked bandage, her heart stagnated, her eyelashes trembling slightly...
She didn't know whether she should lie to her and give her hope at this time.
If she was deceived, and hope turned into despair, what kind of situation would she be in?
It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one.
"Wuyou...you...perhaps, God will have a solution?"
She couldn't say it in the end. Such cruel words seemed like she was stabbing her heart with her own hands.
There is hope, maybe that is a good thing...
Shen Wuyou's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard this, and then her crimson lips lifted slightly, and she smiled brilliantly:
"Yes! God will find a way!"
She said so, stood up and left.
She still remembered her mission, the unfinished plans, the Zerg invasion, and the corpses preserved by Bai Yumo and the others, which she still needed to resurrect.
The soul was sealed in the body by them, and the body was placed in an extremely cold ice cellar for preservation. It would only take a few days, and it would not be a problem.
Blood from the heart saves the dead souls. Rain of prayers heals the wounds.
The world is good, they were just dreaming.
Oh, and what about God?
She sought out the Creator God and explained her purpose, but He saw her persistence in her calmness.
He said, "You have already reached the ninth level, yet you want to give up on ascension and look for a vanished soul?"
She replied, "Yes, I beg God to grant my blessing."
"I'm afraid not." He said, "Everything in the world has its own laws. Follow the order and don't be delusional."
"Order..." she muttered softly, then raised her eyes and gazed at the sky. "Then why did my injuries heal? Heaven's punishment is both a punishment and a reward, and it cannot be healed. This is also the rule, and it is also the order."
Hearing this, the Creator God sighed softly in his ethereal voice, then said, "This is a private transaction between you and me, and it doesn't fall under the scope of the law."
"Is that so..." She understood, and then said, "Then I would like to make another deal with the God."
“But you no longer have any bargaining chips,” He said.
"..." She was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand."
So, one year, two years, ten years, a hundred years from now...
She has been staying in the human world, causing fights everywhere with an expressionless face, watching those tribes fighting and killing each other indifferently, and then when the war is about to end and one side is about to die, she uses the rain of prayers to restore them to their original state.
Once, twice, a hundred times, a thousand times... Sometimes they got tired of fighting and wanted to give up, but she threatened them to continue.
The resentment is growing, and the evil thoughts are increasing.
Finally, in the first hundred years, Hunyuan condensed again, but this time, she controlled him very well to the extent that she could defeat him. Then, she tortured him ruthlessly with an expressionless face until his soul was scattered and he "died" again.
But she did not stop, and started another turmoil, and she gradually became more adept at it:
The first time, he was resurrected, it took him seventy years, and he was tortured to death by her;
The second time, he was resurrected, it took fifty years, and he was tortured to death again;
The third time, he was resurrected, and after thirty years, he cursed her for being only like this.
So, the fourth time he was resurrected, she used even more cruel methods to torture him in various ways.
From then on, she became more ruthless and her methods became more brutal. Until the hundredth time of resurrection, Hun Yuan finally lost his temper and couldn't help begging for mercy.
"Auntie! Consider this my surrender. What on earth do you want to do? You have to tell me something. I'll just watch and not provoke you, okay?"
Damn, he is resurrected once every year, and then tortured miserably to the point of losing his soul. Who can stand this?
Finally, Shen Wuyou, who had been silent for five hundred years, spoke again, looking at her expressionlessly, his voice as cold as a thousand-year-old ice.
"Go and negotiate with the Creator God. I want Bhagavan alive."
"Are you crazy?! You've been tormenting me for five hundred years just to revive a mere demon?!" He said in disbelief, his eyes almost popping out.
Hearing this, Shen Wuyou's indifferent gaze slowly shifted towards him, and then he slowly raised his hand...
"Wait! Yes! I can do it! I agree!" He spoke hurriedly when he saw she was about to take action again.
Hunyuan was the evil thought of the Creator God, the root of his love that had been purged, the inner demon that he could not escape. As long as this world did not perish, he and him would never perish.
Therefore, the deal between Hunyuan and Him was that he would voluntarily remain silent for ten thousand years in exchange for the opportunity for Bhagavan to reunite his soul.
Shen Wuyou was somewhat dissatisfied and moved his wrist slightly, frightening Hunyuan so much that he begged for mercy repeatedly. Like a frightened cat, he yelled in fear:
"Hey, hey, hey! Serve some sense! The soul will be scattered and annihilated. This is the law of nature! This is a rule that no one in this world can break!
"In order to request this exception, I am willing to be sealed away for ten thousand years! Even He is not immune to this. Breaking the rules will inevitably lead to backlash. He is willing to exchange this opportunity, but he will also be punished by the law. He will not be able to show up for at least five hundred years!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Wuyou's eyes flickered slightly, and then he withdrew his hand and bowed deeply to them:
"Thank you very much."
"No, no, thank you!" He was frightened and turned into black mist and flew away trembling.
Are you kidding? With this lunatic out there, he wouldn't want to come out and be tormented by her again, let alone ten thousand years, even a hundred thousand years!
But the God of Creation looked at her, and a majestic and ethereal voice slowly came:
"You have no roots of love, yet you have developed an obsession, and it's deep."
"No problem." She said calmly, "If it's him you're obsessed with, I'm willing."
"You must know that even if the souls of the deceased are reunited, they are not allowed to gain a foothold in this world." The distant and long voice seemed to reveal helplessness.
"What do you mean? Even if he is resurrected, he can't stay here?" Shen Wuyou couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, as long as he is not in this world, he can live."
"I understand. Once I find his soul, I will take him away."
"But where can you go?"
His question made her confused for a moment.
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