Half a month later, I inexplicably traveled to the prehistoric era and became Ye Qingyu, the palace master of Fufeng Palace, a true god of the immortal race, while my cousin disappeared without a trace.
Here, I met the little boy from Gu Changzhou's illusion, and I understood why he called me Master, Mother, and even had a cheesy nickname.
It turns out that Gu Changzhou's real name was Hua Qingcheng. She was originally an ordinary red butterfly in Fufeng Palace, by the Fengxu Pond, under the crabapple tree. She dared not utter it because Ye Qingyu had secretly loved the immortal god Fu Zidu for 30,000 years.
By chance, he got drunk by the Wind and Willow Pond and passed on a breath of immortal energy to him, which made him a celestial embryo. He then cultivated himself into a human and ascended to immortality at the age of 15,000.
These things were told to me by the fairy maid Qingjiu, who was assigned by the immortal clan to serve me.
Although I possess the body of the true god, I have no memory of the true god whatsoever. I don't know what kind of situation this is.
In the primordial era, my demon race did indeed possess a wicked technique called "body snatching," which allowed one to transfer their primordial spirit into another body with a lower cultivation level.
As far as I know, Ye Qingyu, the ancient true god of the immortal race, was a genius. She stopped the war between the witch and demon races at birth and was a born war god. When she fell, she was the first female war god of the primordial world who unified the witch and demon races and dominated the four seas. Her cultivation was as high as that of my demon race's ancestor, Mo Luo Ancestor Yuan Jijiu.
If she hadn't been hopelessly in love with a celestial deity for countless millennia, developing inner demons and stagnating her cultivation, she might have become the first goddess and ancestor in the history of the primordial world.
Finally, because of a single word from the Venerable God, he went to the Holy Land of the Demon Clan, Hentian Wuyai, and perished together with my Demon Clan's Ancestor, Mo Luo. Both of them fell in the Burial Sea.
They were enemies of my clan, but so much time has passed. For me, a descendant separated by countless years, the rights and wrongs of that time are nothing more than legends in myths and tales in stories. They have no connection to me whatsoever, and I cannot speak of any resentment.
Furthermore, the true god possesses boundless magical power, so there is absolutely no possibility for me, a mere divine lord, to possess his body.
After thinking it over and over, I still couldn't come to a conclusion, so I simply stopped thinking about it. Since I was already here, I might as well make the best of it and find my older cousin first so that he could take me back to participate in the new god's trial at the source of the floating pool.
I wonder if my goddess, Emperor Zi Fu, has discovered that I've disappeared.
"Reporting to the Palace Master, the Venerable God's birthday is in three days. Should we, as in previous years, send a set of mourning clothes... oops, cloud-patterned snow brocade clothes to the Venerable God?"
The speaker was Dou Chi, the chief strategist of the True God, a notorious sharp-tongued man among the immortals, whose words were even more direct than mine.
Although it was indeed a bit... cough cough, a bit too much for the true god to give someone white clothes as a birthday gift, it was really a blow to the true god's face to be directly referred to as mourning clothes by his own people.
"Just send it as usual."
Although I was thinking of sending something different, I didn't want to arouse suspicion if I acted strangely, so it was better to stick to the old way.
However, the true god sends people mourning clothes at the drop of a hat... cough cough, this habit of sending white clothes is really inappropriate, and he has been doing it for tens of thousands of years, year after year. What's worse, he only sends them to his most beloved venerable god.
If it weren't for the clear record in the prehistoric history that: Ye Qingyu, the first female war goddess of the prehistoric world and the palace master of Fufeng Palace, was in love with the immortal god Fu Zidu and was willing to die for him, and finally got her wish, she would fall into the Burial Sea because of the god's words, her soul and spirit dying.
I even suspect that this true god has some deep-seated blood feud with the celestial deity, so much so that he sends him a set of white robes every year on the deity's birthday.
However, it is truly puzzling that the Venerable God never seemed to blame the True God for sending the white robe.
Indeed, matters of love and affection are something I can neither fathom nor understand, even after reading so many stories.
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