That evening, Jiang Shumiao met someone.
The Great Emperor of Beiyin in Fengdu, Qingjia.
Wearing a long black robe with gold thread and a crown, the majesty of the Lord of the Underworld was unmistakable.
He stood in front of Jiang Shumiao, stunned for a long time.
"Holy... Venerable One?"
During his years in the mortal realm, Jiang Shumiao had a lot of dealings with Fengdu, so they were old acquaintances.
"Fengdu, long time no see."
Fengdu knelt down immediately, his expression one of barely suppressed excitement.
"Back then, during the great war between gods and demons, the Holy Venerable single-handedly turned the tide, saving all living beings from disaster and averting the collapse of my Underworld. It's just a pity that I was too busy to help you at the time and could only watch as you vanished into thin air. Five thousand years have passed, and I never expected that you would be reborn in the mortal realm."
Jiang Shumiao was a little confused when she saw that he was about to cry.
"Back then, I almost burned the River of Oblivion dry, and you didn't even cry. Are you really from Fengdu? Or are you someone in disguise?"
Dead memories returned to my mind.
Fengdu: "..."
Jiang Shumiao stared at him for a long time.
Okay, it's true.
"Today I have been observing the eighteen levels of the underworld and have summoned you here because I have something to ask you."
Fengdu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please speak."
Jiang Shumiao asked, "What has the God Race been doing for the past few thousand years?"
Fengdu's expression was not good.
Jiang Shumiao asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Fengdu took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "After your soul was scattered, the Six Realms returned to peace. However, the Gods were greatly weakened, and they resented the Immortal Realm for standing idly by. They also hated the Demon Race for being two-faced, so they caused the two races to kill each other. The Demon Realm was sealed by you and has remained silent ever since."
really.
"After all these years, the gods still look down on mortals."
The ancient gods revered martial prowess, constantly battling and vying for resources and territory. Later, humanity emerged and became the masters of the land.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
Nuwa, the goddess, naturally refused, so the gods had no choice but to back down.
The war of the gods has come to an end.
Even the high and mighty gods still look down on mortals who live only a day and die at night.
After the gods die, they return to the chaos and nothingness, while the souls of the other living beings return to the underworld and enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Fengdu said, "The gods probably don't know that you have been resurrected."
The gods have always been wary of Jiang Shumiao.
Nothing more.
This little ancestor is too powerful, and the key is that she prefers mortals.
Her existence is like a sword hanging over the heads of the gods. If she were to become unhappy and wield her sword against the gods, it would be even more terrifying than the ancient war between gods and demons.
If the gods knew she had been resurrected, they might just nip her in the bud while she was still young.
After all, Jiang Shumiao is now truly a mortal.
Jiang Shumiao recalled what Wen Zhixuan had once said: thousands of years later, the gods had vanished without a trace.
Actually, she really didn't like the gods.
If we could replace the bloodline of the gods with a new batch of benevolent and virtuous gods who love all living beings, that would be perfect.
Jiang Shumiao had this idea back then.
If it weren't for the war between gods and demons involving mortals, she wouldn't have been so willing to intervene.
“That’s good,” she said. “I haven’t recovered to my peak condition yet, so I can’t go to the Heavenly Palace for the time being.”
Fengdu and the gods are not on good terms, so naturally they would not betray her.
Jiang Shumiao then asked, "You know Wen Zhixuan, right?"
Fengdu nodded, "He is from a later era. His name is sealed in the Book of Life and Death, so he cannot die."
Jiang Shumiao didn't want to ask that. "Will many people die in the mortal realm in the next few years?"
"yes."
Fengdu said, "According to the records in the Book of Life and Death, there should be a war in the mortal world within three years."
War and natural disasters are meat grinders for humanity.
Vast numbers of deaths.
One can roughly deduce it by glancing at the Book of Life and Death.
Jiang Shumiao remained silent for a long while, then asked, "What about the spirits of those killed by the Yao family? Have they entered the cycle of reincarnation yet?"
Fengdu sighed, "Many wronged souls linger on the Bridge of Helplessness for hundreds of years, refusing to be reincarnated. The Yao family in the mortal realm was executed recently. That was truly... well, let's settle scores and avenge our grievances."
The spirits of those wronged souls, spanning hundreds of years, possess a strong resentment.
As soon as the new soul entered the underworld, it was surrounded and beaten up.
That was absolutely awful.
But he deserved it.
Fengdu turns a blind eye to this, letting them do as they please as long as their souls aren't torn apart. After all, they've accumulated resentment for years and need to vent it, otherwise they can't be reincarnated. As for those who have committed many evil deeds in the human world, they'll first go through the eighteen levels of hell before being reincarnated—into the animal realm.
Jiang Shumiao pursed her lips, recalling what Pang Xiangyu had said during the day.
"Those vengeful spirits are also pitiful. As long as they didn't do anything evil in their lives, let them be reborn into a better family in their next life."
Anyway, the gods don't concern themselves with human affairs.
Fengdu remembered something else, "Not long ago, a cultivator was sent directly to the underworld. Was that your doing?"
Jiang Shumiao gets angry whenever this is mentioned.
“He killed countless people in his lifetime. In his next life, no, in the next ten lives, he should not be born as a human. He should be born as a bird or a beast, so that he can taste what it is like to be killed.”
Fengdu's lips twitched.
Forgot that this little devil is quite petty and vindictive.
"yes."
Fengdu is gone.
Fuqu and Qianli appeared in the room at the same time, both of them looking terrified.
"I was terrified. I thought the Great Emperor of the Northern Underworld had come to take my soul."
Jiang Shumiao asked curiously, "He is the Lord of the Underworld, not a ghost messenger. Besides, the Underworld only cares about reincarnation, not about killing demons."
The two little demons: "..."
It seems so.
Jiang Shumiao waved her hand, "Today is the night of the full moon. You two go and absorb the essence of the moon to cultivate. Be careful not to let anyone see you."
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