Chapter 106: The Great Spiritual Era (End of Text...
After the World Destruction——
The world has finally ushered in the era of great spiritual energy.
The abundant spiritual energy brought by the falling god circulated in the air.
All creatures compete for freedom in the frosty sky.
Nourished by spiritual energy, the golden sea of flowers is always in bloom.
Flower branches emerged from the corpses of the demons and blossomed more and more vigorously, and all the evil spirits turned into soil that nourished spiritual energy.
For those seeking the Dharma, building the foundation and forming the elixir were no longer as unattainable as before. For a time, the trend of cultivating immortals was very popular, and the strength of various families and sects recovered rapidly. New sects sprang up everywhere like mushrooms after rain.
In less than a hundred years, the pursuit of Dharma has reached a new peak, far surpassing that of the past.
A world-destroying war that did not destroy mortals.
After the great disaster, the corpses of all living beings turned into fertile soil, nourishing all things and blooming endless flowers of spiritual power.
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Time flies, fifty years later.
It's spring again.
The breeze, wrapped in warmth, blew slowly, and the frost on the white fields faded away bit by bit. The spring breeze blew out new green, spreading out lushly, and in the blink of an eye, the mountains and fields were covered with spring colors.
The ice and snow melt, streams gurgle, rivers rush, and spring comes to the earth.
Bright yellow flowers grew on the green field. Looking from a high place, they looked like stars dotted among the green, sparkling in the sun.
Crossing the green plain and heading up the mountain, behind the green peaks, there is a peach forest in full bloom.
The wind blew slowly, causing the leaves in the forest to rustle slightly.
Peach petals swirled in the wind, and what came into view was a light red, falling slowly and steadily, almost blocking the view.
Standing among the flowers in the forest, looking through the flowers, you can vaguely see a small bamboo forest in the distance.
People say that if you have the courage to walk through this peach blossom forest, you will see a white-robed immortal behind the bamboo forest.
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When Ji Lingche opened his eyes, he didn't know that fifty years had passed in the human world.
Everything in front of her eyes was white, and the scorching light of the Snow-Fat Sword was lingering.
The memories of the human world and the memories of her time as a god intertwined in her mind, giving her a splitting headache, and she couldn't make sense of it for a while.
She sat up in a daze, not knowing where she was.
However, the spiritual energy around her was very abundant. She looked at her pale fingertips and saw that they were quickly regaining color.
As he adjusted his breathing, a faint golden glow appeared on his exposed skin, like a layer of golden armor.
It is the protection of the divine body.
Ji Lingche couldn't help but be shocked. She hadn't fallen into deity.
Before she fell into a coma, she and Qingjun had exchanged sword blows, and then their godheads shattered, and they both fell from the Heavenly Palace...
If she hadn't fallen into angelism, what about Qingjun?
As she was thinking, her eyes moved slightly, and she found herself in a small bamboo house.
It actually feels like the human world.
There was a window beside her, half-closed, and a warm breeze came in through the gap and brushed her face.
She stared blankly for a long time, then slowly raised her hand and pushed the window open.
In an instant, large pieces of light red petals were blown in by the warm wind, reflected in her eyes, dyeing her black pupils light pink.
The petals touched her cheek and she tilted her head.
There was a sound at the window, and a person standing in the bamboo forest not far away turned around.
As soon as her eyes met that person's, she was stunned.
I saw the man standing in the dim light, wearing a white dress and holding a bundle of new bamboo in his hand.
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, shrouding the bamboo forest, making it impossible to see into its depths.
A figure stood in the bamboo forest, half shrouded in fog, with white clothes fluttering, like a vague phantom.
Time stopped at this moment and she even forgot to breathe.
In an instant, she heard the rustling of the wind through the forest, the roar of a distant spring, and the sound of bamboo shoots breaking through the soil...
Her five senses were mobilized to the extreme, and she saw the man's face clearly.
"Alan!"
The man threw the bamboo in his hand to the ground and pushed open the door of the bamboo house in an instant.
He was still covered with falling peach blossoms, which floated in with his footsteps.
Ji Lingche stared at him blankly, and the man had already pounced over and held her cold hand.
Before she could react, she was hugged.
She seemed to have tinnitus, and for a long time she couldn't come back to her senses. She could only mutter: "Qu Wuji..."
His voice was a little trembling, and he kept saying, "It's me, Alan."
Ji Lingche was held tightly, and he slowly closed his eyes: "Am I... dead?"
Qu Wuji buried his head in her neck and said in a muffled voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Look, this is the human world."
This is the world where spiritual energy is revived.
Ji Lingche lowered his eyes, feeling a little wet and cold on his neck. He raised his hand and slowly brushed his hair, whispering, "Why are you crying, Shang Zheng..."
Before she finished speaking, she was speechless.
Qu Wu Ji laughed and gently let her go. The corners of his eyes were red and his eyes were shining.
He said, "Do you know that fifty years have passed since the World Destruction War?"
Qingjun fell, his divinity sacrificed to the way of heaven, and everything returned to dust.
Over the past fifty years, the reconstruction of order in the Three Realms has undergone earth-shaking changes.
But this bamboo house is very quiet, just like Guangyao Peak.
She only felt that she was still a mortal monk, who had just woken up from a sleep, and everything was just a dream.
"Fifty years is nothing," he lowered his eyes and held her hand, "even if it's a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, I will always wait for you to wake up—"
Ji Lingche raised his hand, gently placed his fingertips on his lips, and stopped him from speaking.
His brown eyes moved slightly, just staring at her, a smile slowly forming in them.
She looked at him carefully and saw that there was a layer of golden light flowing around his body, which clearly showed that he had a divine nature.
She finally understood something and choked up, saying with difficulty, "You've ascended, Shang Zheng..."
At that time, there were lightning and thunder at the exit of the abyss.
It turned out that the thunder tribulation that caused her to ascend was not hers, but Qu Wuji's.
His cultivation had already reached the edge of ascension, and he destroyed his golden elixir and completely killed the demon lord. He proved his Dao with his heart and was able to ascend.
As Ji Lingche's sharp knife pierced his heart, a thunderbolt struck. Before his soul dissipated, he saw the ladder to heaven...
Qu Wuji climbed the ladder to heaven, attained enlightenment, and when she nearly fell from grace in a bloody battle with Qingjun, he rescued her. Then, with the sleeping Xiwu God, he found a quiet place in the human world and guarded it for fifty years.
She thought about the scene in the abyss at that time, and her heart ached.
She only whispered, "I killed you and ascended to heaven. Have you ever blamed me?"
Qu Wuji held her fingertips, placed her hand on his heart, and said word by word: "I am willing."
He slowly raised the corners of his mouth: “Alan, I am even glad that I am your love tribulation.”
"I enjoy tangling with you. Even if you kill me, I will be happy with it."
Ji Lingche laughed, but was still very sad.
The past was like smoke. So much had happened to her when she was a mortal, so many regrets. When she opened her eyes again, it was fifty years later, and everything had changed. Even if she became a god, it would be hard to let go.
She raised her arms and wrapped them around him tightly, unable to speak.
Qu Wuji knew that she was sad, so he said softly, "Alan, let's go out for a walk."
"You said that April is the best time of year in the world."
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Walking through the dewy bamboo forest, my clothes became slightly wet, but were soon blown away by the mountain breeze and became refreshed.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom, their light red blossoms are beautiful, and they are flauntingly lovely, looking very much like Guangyao Peak.
Ji Lingche couldn't help but be lost in thought, as past events emerged one after another, and in a trance she seemed to have returned to the past.
Qu Wu Ji looked at her with a smile, his eyes never leaving her.
He whispered, "Do you know why the peach blossoms on Guangyao Peak are always in bloom?"
She looked at him and saw that he was smiling and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He said slowly: "In the beginning, I used magic to create a large peach forest here."
"I am here with you every day, watching the sun rise and set."
"I listen to the evening wind rustling the leaves in the forest, and watch the flower petals swirling in the bright sun, but I always feel like something is missing."
"Since time was long and I had nothing to do, I removed the original peach grove and started planting peach trees and bamboo myself."
"I didn't use any magic. I just followed the farmers' example: hoeing, turning the soil, irrigating, burying the seeds in the soil, and waiting for the new branches to break through the ground."
“Time passes slowly and quickly. Every day seems the same, yet every day is different.”
"The saplings grew little by little, the bamboo shoots popped up inch by inch. I got used to these changes until one day I was startled to realize that the grass had grown lush, the bamboo shoots had grown into a forest, and the peach trees were in bloom.
Ji Lingche looked at him quietly and listened to what he said seriously. Suddenly he felt very calm, and the unreasonable emotions that had risen in his heart gradually calmed down.
In the long river of time of the gods, she suddenly no longer felt fear, and the sense of nothingness that almost destroyed her disappeared without a trace.
Qu Wuji took her hand and said softly, "Alan, so what's so scary about ten thousand years?"
“Every day will be different.”
He returned to his original question and said with a smile, "The peach forest on Guangyao Peak wasn't created by magic, but was planted by mortals themselves. That's why it always blooms."
Ji Lingche looked at him in a trance, and suddenly said: "Shang Zheng, we will not return to heaven, let's just be immortals in the human world."
In fact, to her, being an emperor, a god of war, a peerless hero, or a god in the Eastern Heaven makes no difference.
She always does what she wants to do, that's all.
Qu Wuji laughed, tugged at her wrist, and pulled her closer, saying, "We'll go wherever you want to go."
"From now on, tens of millions of years will be enough time for us to travel anywhere in the Three Realms."
She looked at him, then suddenly raised her hands to hold his neck, pressed his head down, and said leisurely, "Then..."
Before she could finish her words, her mouth was suddenly blocked.
His soft lips covered hers, kissing her hard. He was no longer as cautious as before, but became unbridled, as if he was spoiled by her.
After a long while, he panted slightly and whispered in her ear: "I want to hear you say you love me."
She pulled him into her arms and said with a smile, "Qu Wuji, I like you so much. You are my favorite."
"I love you." She said happily, "From now on, I will tell you every day, until I say it thousands of times, okay?"
I love you thousands and thousands of times.
Qu Wu Ji smiled, and the usual complex emotions in his eyes disappeared, his eyes became clear, as if he had no worries anymore.
He repeated softly, "Thousands and thousands of times. I'm counting them. I won't agree to one less."
Ji Lingche curled up the corner of his mouth, pulled his collar hard, and bit his lips.
…
The wind blew through the leaves, driving countless peach blossoms to swirl. The morning sunlight splashed through the leaves, like broken gold.
The sun rises high, shining on the earth, illuminating every inch of land on earth.
All living things are basking in the morning sun.
The era of great spiritual energy has finally arrived, and a new chapter has begun.
In the future, there will surely be countless heroes who will appear on the stage like carp crossing the river.
With the coming and going, there will be countless mortals ascending to heaven, and countless gods falling. This is how the way of heaven is endless.
Maybe one day, the demons will make a comeback, but that will be a long, long time in the future.
The aftermath should be left to future generations, while the deeds of the predecessors become monuments and are only passed down in history books.
The two gods became companions, crossing the light green fields side by side, and wandering freely in the human world.
It's a new day again.
(End of text)
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The author has something to say: Don’t leave so quickly, there are actually many extra chapters!
Because it is a group portrait, the end of the main text only explains the ending of the protagonist, and the timeline is directly pulled back fifty years.
But during these fifty years, those supporting characters also had their own endings, but it was not convenient to talk about them in the main text, so they were all put in the extra chapters.
So, the extra content is very rich! I will write about the secondary CPs that are hard to let go, at least to explain the ending.
…(dividing line)
Closing remarks:
400,000 words! The main text is finished!!!
finally……
I'm a completely new writer. I've finally finished writing after signing the contract for more than 10 months...
I started writing during the winter break of my freshman year. I had no drafts and no outline, so I was just writing without any preparation.
So I often run out of words, often get stuck on writing, and often stop updating.
I’ve never written anything decent before, so every time I write 100,000 words I’ll cheer because I’m really making breakthroughs and breakthroughs again.
Actually, this book is not very well written.
I wrote and struggled all the way, stumbling and falling, crawling and rolling, looking up at the starry sky with tears in my eyes at a 45-degree angle.
What was the situation like in the early stage?
150,000 words, 100 favorites...
I worked all night, thinking I had written a chapter that shocked the world and moved the gods. When I opened Green Jinjiang, I found that the collection was -3.
Everyone tells me what I write is crap and tells me not to waste my time on it.
Haha, I don’t believe it. Haha, I don’t believe it… (pulling hair)
Just rush into it, it’s fate, don’t take it lightly.
All in all, writing is an arduous and arduous journey.
Thank you to all the genuine little angels who have read this. I like you so much.
Thank you for your support, I hope we can keep going.
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