The god-king who ruled the divine realm for billions of years died and his power vanished.
Jiang Shumiao stood with her back to him, then suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Her body shrank abruptly, reverting to the appearance of a five-year-old child, and the blue lotus between her brows dimmed.
A dragon's roar.
Qingzhou rushed over and reached out to catch her.
Divine power exhausted!
His expression changed drastically.
"you…"
Jiang Shumiao shook her head, "I won't die."
The original Azure Lotus has returned, and fortunately, its soul has been preserved.
Her eyes were somewhat unfocused as she looked in a certain direction and murmured, "I miss home."
Qingzhou felt a lump in her throat and whispered, "I'll take you back."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of white light appeared out of thin air, and a figure slowly emerged.
Jiang Shumiao suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Qingzhou was taken aback.
"The Goddess Nuwa?"
The person who came was none other than Nuwa, who had just emerged from seclusion.
Jiang Shumiao rushed over like a cannonball. Fifteen thousand years after descending to the mortal realm, she finally threw herself into that warm embrace again.
Nuwa held her in her arms, her eyes filled with tenderness and love.
"My child, you have suffered."
Jiang Shumiao burst into tears.
"Master, Mother, I want to go home, I want to go home, waaaaah..."
Nuwa tenderly wiped away her tears.
"Okay, let's go home."
Having received the promise, Jiang Shumiao's lips curled up slightly.
She closed her eyes and transformed into her true form, a blue lotus, in Nuwa's embrace. Then, she slowly shrank, closed into a flower bud, and finally transformed into a seed.
Qingzhou's eyes widened. "She..."
Nuwa's expression remained calm. "The God of Chaos has fallen into a deep slumber, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has ceased. The divine race has perished, and from now on, both the human and demon races can live in peace."
In other words, from then on, there were no more gods in the world.
Qingzhou stood there stunned for a long time, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He looked at the dim seed lying in Nuwa's hand and asked, "When will she wake up?"
"The day the next catastrophe arrives will be the day she awakens."
After Nuwa finished speaking, she disappeared without a trace.
"Master."
Seon-yeon gazed at the sky and murmured to himself.
Qingzhou landed beside him and said, "She has returned to where she belongs. You should be happy for her."
Sun-yeon pursed his lips and remained silent.
He knew that his master had always wanted to return to Nuwa Palace, which was where she came from.
Qingzhou glanced at the human world after the catastrophe, sighed sadly, transformed into a flying dragon, and returned to his origin—the East Sea.
Shanyuan didn't return to the Demon Realm; he took Wen Lingyi with him.
Lingyi, this is the name given to me by my master.
He initially forbade Wen Yicheng from joining the immortal sect, but now he has taken the initiative to accept Wen Lingyi as his disciple.
Wen Lingyi looked at her master, who was even younger than her, and asked softly, "Master, where are we going?"
The evening breeze, carrying the sunset, dispersed their conversation.
"The ends of the earth".
He wanted to walk those paths he had walked with his master again. Perhaps one day, he would be able to reunite with his master.
(End of article)
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