Chapter 66 I Save Myself "We'll Meet Again"
The ancient gods who perished to protect all living beings and the demon god who brought about the collapse of order were once close friends who had been together for tens of thousands of years...
Even if Fu Yunyao was emotionally detached, she couldn't help but be shaken upon hearing this for the first time.
Zhuyin chuckled softly, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"You protect your people, and I have everything I want. Order collapses? Just rebuild a new order."
This statement is arrogant, but coming from Him, it seems not entirely impossible.
He stood amidst the myriad demonic energies, arms outstretched, and addressed his former friend.
"Look, the primordial chaos nourished both demons and spiritual energy. Those fragile mortals you risked everything to protect, weren't they also given spiritual roots and gained—"
A part of my strength.
"Demonic creatures have proliferated, causing the deaths of countless innocent people, and even the immortal gods have perished as a result. Yet you regard it as a gift to all living beings?"
"Supreme Mystery, God, shouldn't you encompass all things?"
The ancient deity called "Shangxuan" was stunned.
The sound of Zhuyin reached his ears.
"Ten thousand years ago, weren't you just like me, devoid of emotion and desire? We stayed together, watching the sun rise and the moon set, the world change. We watched new gods be born, and this world gradually gave birth to new life."
Now that you've spent so much time with those young lives, how come you've become sentimental and biased?
He raised his hand and tapped lightly.
The demonic energy penetrated Shang Xuan's body, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Shang Xuan!" the gods around him exclaimed.
Shangxuan raised his eyes and looked into Zhuyin's eyes, which were devoid of joy or sorrow.
He heard His calm, unwavering voice.
"Having developed feelings, you have now become as vulnerable as those young lives. How can you then claim to protect all living beings?"
Shang Xuan clutched his chest, knowing clearly that his power was indeed, as He had said, gradually waning.
Zhuyin looked at him, slowly turned around, and spoke in a distant voice.
"The newly born gods have long lost the power of the first generation of gods, and you are also gradually declining. Is this what you call the order that cannot be broken?"
Shangxuan sensed something was wrong and suddenly looked up.
"You are going to disobey the Father God!"
Zhu Yin paused slightly as he left, turning his head to reveal a divine mark flashing on his forehead.
"You really do understand me."
The divine is unbelievable.
"You're insane!"
He and Zhuyin were born under the nourishment of heaven and earth; the Heavenly Dao is them, and also the father god of many gods.
The Father God is invisible, yet he exists everywhere in the world, silently gazing upon all living beings.
"Mad?" Zhu Yin raised an eyebrow slightly. "You know I only do what I should do."
...
Fu Yunyao watched all of this, beginning to wonder if it was an illusion, or...
She really did travel to the time of Ragnarok, more than ten thousand years ago.
The disappearance of the Dust Sword seems to have hinted at all of this.
As time flows by, she can only stand in the torrent of time, watching everything unfold and heading towards the ending she already knows.
As the gods fell, at the end of the boundless celestial ladder, Zhuyin slowly turned around.
He lowered his eyes and met Fu Yunyao's gaze once again.
She gazed into His emotionless and desireless eyes, and a golden divine mark quietly appeared within them.
She could clearly see the slight upturn of His lips, devoid of any emotion.
With the fall of the demon god, the Heavenly Way returned, and a new order slowly took shape between heaven and earth.
In a world teeming with demons, cultivators have gradually grown stronger.
Blood and tears are everywhere on earth; chaos and disorder prevail, yet...
Life is ever-flowing and endless.
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes.
Inside the cave, a section of sword bone floated, surrounded by a demonic aura and a shimmering spiritual light.
She raised her hand, and the sword bone in front of her trembled slightly, as if in response.
"Demon God Sword Bone..."
This is what hasn't yet transformed into the Dust Sword—
Demon God Sword Bone.
Fu Yunyao's eyes trembled slightly.
She thought that if this really was three thousand years ago, and the Demon God Sword Bone was destroyed, then in later generations there would be no Rangchen Sword.
She touched the dust-repelling seal on her wrist; it was faintly hot, a reminder of the pain and suffering it had once inflicted upon her.
The forbidden land was shrouded in darkness, a decade devoid of any future.
Twelve years of being trapped in the Jade Terrace, with no way to escape.
Unable to make the spirit sword recognize her as its master, she could only let the firefly sword, which had accompanied her for many years, ultimately destroy itself in her hands.
Bound by restrictions, he could only huddle in the forbidden area, barely surviving his past.
If it weren't for the dust sword...
They would not be "sacrifices" who would lose their freedom and be trapped in a hopeless forbidden land.
There will be no Wanyin whose soul is entangled by demonic energy and reincarnated as a demon.
They did not return to the forbidden area, to those seven cold, nameless spirit tablets.
There won't be...
That endless nightmare that has trapped her for half her life and will haunt her for the rest of her life.
If the Dust Sword hadn't been...
"Click—"
The sound of branches breaking came from behind.
Fu Yunyao turned around and, bathed in sunlight, saw the exquisite young man at the cave entrance.
Shen Mingxu was surprised to find someone here, and a sense of unease settled in his heart.
"No way, I've escaped all this way, how come someone is still chasing after me!"
"Wait, I found this place because...you're not from another world either, are you?"
Fu Yunyao blinked.
...
A bonfire was lit inside the cave, and moonlight streamed in.
In the flickering campfire, the boy focused intently on roasting the meat in his hands, muttering to himself.
"I really just want to be a quiet, carefree person, but fate won't allow it, and I have to take on the role of the chosen one, the arrogant protagonist."
In the short seventeen years since I came into this world, I have experienced 3,713 calamities, received 1,436 challenges, and been involved in 966 secret realms, each time going through life and death before finally breaking through to a higher realm.
Now that I've become the so-called number one cultivator in the cultivation world, everyone wants to challenge me to become the new number one. I get tired too!
He kept complaining, but didn't forget to sprinkle seasoning on the grilled meat in his hand.
"Finally, I completed His instructions and became a true overlord, but then He wants me to travel thousands of miles to find something..."
Demon God's Sword Bone.
He handed the grilled meat to Fu Yunyao, took a skewer for himself, took a bite, and asked indistinctly.
"And you? What script are you holding?"
After listening to his rambling explanation, Fu Yunyao roughly understood what the script he was talking about was.
She thought for a moment, then spoke.
"A person who travels through ten thousand years and may have the opportunity to change the future."
"Oh." Shen Mingxu didn't react much to the idea of time travel. He thought he could suddenly travel to the world of fantasy while playing on his phone. Since it's a fantasy world, time travel isn't a big deal.
He took another bite of meat and asked, "What future do you want to change?"
Fu Yunyao looked at the still steaming roasted meat in her hand and slightly raised her eyebrows.
"I suddenly feel like I don't want to change anything anymore."
"Why?"
Shen Mingxu found it strange. If he were still in his original world, he would definitely persuade his father to buy more land and develop real estate, so that he could also become a rich second-generation.
Why……
"Every move I make now will change a lot."
Not only her, but also Wan Yin, Fu Yusheng, and even the entire human world.
It concerns everyone's future.
The Dust Sword inflicted much suffering upon her, but it also truly brought three thousand years of peace to the world.
She believed that even without the Dust Sword, the human world would not perish. After all, life is both fragile and short-lived, yet also resilient and eternal.
only……
"They could have had a stable and wonderful life. No matter what happens in the future, their lives should not be disrupted."
Shen Mingxu remained silent.
Amid the crackling of the campfire, he asked.
"But aren't you in pain?"
“I was in great pain once.” Fu Yunyao turned her head and looked at the bright moon hanging high above the cave entrance.
She thought of how she broke through the forbidden zone's barrier, and after ten years, spring had finally fallen upon her once again.
She recalled Jiang Wanyin raising his cup to the moon under the warm moonlight, declaring, "Tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk."
She thought of Wan Yin, Yu Bai, Fu Ying, Wen Ci, and Min Xi, who would always appear by her side whenever she was in trouble.
She recalled the boy's smiling, shallow eyes, and his words, "I will always be with you."
Her gentle eyebrows curved upwards, her eyes filled with tenderness.
"I thought about it and realized that I've been through so much and found myself again. I can't deny my former self just to avoid suffering."
Pain is me, and the future is me. I am who I am, I save myself, I am who I am, and I achieve myself.
Shen Mingxu was stunned. After a long while, he spoke softly.
"You are unlike anyone I have ever met."
Fu Yunyao replied, "Everyone is different."
He couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, everyone is different."
Fu Yunyao turned around and looked at the sword bone in the cave.
She didn't know if her appearance would change the future, even though she had tried her best not to interact with this time and space.
The only form of social interaction is...
Her gaze paused, and she looked again at the oblivious Shen Mingxu.
Suddenly, something seemed to settle down.
She had wondered why the old monk was able to find her in the Demon Realm.
She had also questioned him about why he raised her under the guise of an old monk, and why he sent her to the Jade Terrace when she was young, pretending that his lifespan had ended.
She chuckled softly and spoke slowly under the boy's gaze.
"Ten thousand years later, you will be an old monk who finds a baby girl on the border of the Demon Realm. You will name her Liao Liao and hope that she will not dwell on the past."
You raised her, and then, when she was five years old, taking advantage of the end of her lifespan, sent her to the Jade Terrace.
"The Jade Terrace Realm?" Shen Mingxu repeated.
Fu Yunyao responded softly, "Yes, this place will be Yaotai Realm from now on."
Shen Mingxu nodded subconsciously in agreement, but then suddenly realized something was wrong and looked up sharply.
"you……"
We'll meet again.
Fu Yunyao stood up and slowly approached the sword bone that was floating in the cave.
She reached out, her fingertips lightly touching the bone body, and the Dust Restriction on her wrist began to heat up, as if in response to something.
The sword bone trembled slightly, with demonic and spiritual energy swirling around it, brushing over every inch of the sword bone.
As frost fell, the pristine sword bone transformed into a pure ice-blue spirit sword.
The sword blade shimmered with frost and ice light.
It hummed, and the crisp sound of a sword echoed through the sky.
As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight streamed down, and specks of golden light drifted down along the rays.
Her white robes were tinged with gold, fluttering gently amidst the sword energy, intertwining with her hair that danced in the wind.
In a daze, a familiar bell seemed to ring.
The soul fire that originally belonged to Fu Yusheng and was attached to her wrist has, at some point, transformed back into a soul bell and is gently tied to Fu Yunyao's wrist.
The Soul Bell swayed gently amidst the sword energy.
Fu Yunyao raised her eyes.
The young man leaned against the broken wall, his face pale and colorless in the sunlight, and he looked sickly and weak.
Only in those light-colored eyes that looked at her did spring's beauty reside.
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