Strictly speaking, neither Wen Zhixuan nor Shen Qinghe are truly human. Just as gods reincarnated into mortal bodies undergoing tribulations have no name in the Book of Life and Death.
She herself was the same.
"As for Wen Lingyi," Fengdu said in his usual tone, "he died before the age of thirty because of his parents."
really.
Jiang Shumiao then brought up another matter, "My disciple should be in the mortal realm."
Fengdu was taken aback.
"Has he really come back to life?"
Jiang Shumiao pursed her lips and nodded slowly.
"It's highly likely that Bai Zhu's soul was scattered by him."
Although Fengdu had suspected it before, she was still shocked to hear it confirmed by her own words. "You killed him with your own hands back then, so no one should be able to mend his soul. How did he come back to life?"
Jiang Shumiao was well aware of this, but she did not intend to tell him directly.
Seeing this, Fengdu didn't press further, but simply asked, "Are you planning to go find him?"
Jiang Shumiao hummed in agreement.
"There were hidden circumstances surrounding the war between gods and demons back then, and I need to find out the truth."
No matter what the hidden reasons are, they cannot change the fact that the war was indeed started by the Demon Lord.
Those sacrificed gods will never return.
Feng didn't say any of this, but he knew that Jiang Shumiao cared a lot about her disciple. Even though she had been expelled from the sect, the bond between master and disciple that had lasted for thousands of years was not so easily erased.
Therefore, he did not offer any advice.
There was still something Jiang Shumiao didn't understand.
Wen Zhixuan said that five thousand years later, the Xuanmen sect will decline and the divine race will be gone.
As can be seen from the Mirror of Rebirth, Wen Zhixuan slaughtered the immortal realm and was eventually wiped out by the Heavenly Dao.
The gods will definitely take advantage of the Immortal Realm's severe damage to launch an attack.
So how did the Protoss perish?
Yes, extinction.
Given the Heavenly Emperor's autocratic nature, he would have dealt with the immortals and demons quite well, and would definitely have turned his attention to the human race. But he didn't, which means the divine race is probably gone too.
Ever since he learned that Wen Lingyi was the Wen family patriarch he had been searching for, Wen Zhixuan, the patriarch's biological father, became increasingly taciturn.
Jiang Shumiao said to him, "Now I understand why I can't see through your destiny. It's not because you come from another world, but because you shouldn't exist in the first place."
These words are extremely hurtful.
But it is true.
Wen Zhixuan naturally guessed it as well.
He transmigrated here for the sake of his ancestor—his son.
Thinking about this makes me feel depressed.
Now, whenever he sees Wen Lingyi, he feels extremely uncomfortable.
"So even if I die, it won't have any impact on the world, right?"
"yes."
Jiang Shumiao's mind was in turmoil.
When Shen Qinghe died, she probably understood that Wen Zhixuan's life or death would not affect the operation of this world.
Wen Zhixuan remained silent.
Looking back on everything that happened, I only feel that it was absurd and laughable.
The red spider lily's spirit being reborn as a mortal is but a fleeting dream.
Jiang Shumiao asked him, "Now that everything is clear, where are you planning to go?"
Wen Zhixuan looked somewhat bewildered. He asked, "Can I still go back?"
Jiang Shumiao did not answer.
Wen Zhixuan understood the answer from her silence and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
No origin, no destination.
That was his fate.
Now he doesn't even know where he should go or what is worth pursuing or giving up.
"The Ancestor has appeared in the world, and your birth has changed everything. Under your protection, the Immortal Realm will be peaceful. My mission is complete."
His tone was full of desolation.
"But I'm also quite curious, how exactly were the gods destroyed? If my plan had succeeded from the beginning, and you had died at birth, would you have completely vanished from the world?"
His words reminded Jiang Shumiao.
"I was born of chaos, and no external force can kill me except myself."
Being reborn into a mortal body is to nourish the soul, but in fact, she can cultivate without a physical body, though it will be much slower.
Wen Zhixuan grunted in response.
"If that's the case, then I think it's possible that you're the one who destroyed the gods."
Jiang Shumiao was taken aback.
Wen Zhixuan said, "Don't you always clamor to go to heaven and settle accounts with the Heavenly Emperor? If the Immortal Realm is destroyed by the Gods, given your personality, you certainly won't let it go."
Jiang Shumiao actually felt that what he said made a lot of sense.
The gods destroyed the immortal realm, and she destroyed the gods.
The mystical arts of the human world naturally declined.
Thinking of this, Jiang Shumiao said, "Why don't you go back to the capital and continue your official career?"
Wen Zhixuan scoffed, "Capitalists fleece you, do they just keep going all the way to the bottom?"
He can't even go home, so why is he still working for the emperor?
“Your ancestor is only five years old now, so you have to take responsibility for raising him. Otherwise, where would the Wen family come from?”
The words "ancestor" now make Wen Zhixuan feel extremely uncomfortable.
"I am merely a flower and leaf transformed from the other shore flower, destined to dissipate into the world sooner or later. What does the Wen family in the human realm have to do with me? Moreover, with the development of the future and the advancement of technology, mystical sorcerers will be regarded as frauds and will have no reason to exist."
That's a really negative statement.
Jiang Shumiao said, "But he is your son."
Wen Zhixuan choked up again.
Son = Ancestor.
He will probably never be able to honestly admit this fact.
Wen Zhixuan was deeply hurt and retaliated by stabbing Jiang Shumiao in return.
"You're more than half a year older than him, so how come you're shorter than him?"
Jiang Shumiao's face turned green.
Wen Zhixuan's mood improved considerably, and he continued, "You're not much different from a three-year-old child now. Come to think of it, since you went to the Northwest to exorcise demons and tempered your body and bones, have you not grown at all?"
Jiang Shumiao was stabbed again.
That hurt so much.
Wen Zhixuan's statements are mostly true.
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