He had practiced some kind of evil art, and his body possessed a world-destroying demonic power.
After I quickly rescued him, I confronted the six clans. I saw a look of undying hatred in everyone's eyes.
Almost all of the high shamans of the Wu tribe have perished, leaving only a few apprentice shamans who are not even qualified to perform sacrifices and are struggling to survive.
I never saw my adoptive father and stepmother; they're probably long gone.
There was no time for sadness, because the ancient Wu tribe was about to be wiped out in the next moment.
I offered my own bloodline as a sacrifice, my physical body as an altar, the sacred jacaranda tree of the witch clan as a guide, and my three souls as the source, to bring the few remaining members of my clan into a new alternate dimension that I created, so that they may never leave this world again.
Subsequently, I was taken to the altar built for the fallen souls of the six clans on the charge of harboring sinners, where the revered god personally pronounced my guilt.
He looked at me coldly, "Ye Qingyu, in protecting your father's clan like this, have you ever thought about your mother's clan members who were sacrificed by your brother for cultivation? Have you ever thought about the 7.12 million immortal lords and generals who have fallen in my immortal clan? Do you know your crime?"
I have nothing to say, so I readily confessed.
And he revealed to the public the method by which he killed himself.
In my past, I was unruly and arrogant, and was escorted to the Execution Platform several times without suffering any harm. This was not due to luck, but to my talent. I was born immortal, and my name is not recorded in the Book of Life and Death. I never enter the cycle of reincarnation. If I do not wish to die, none of the laws and regulations of this world can harm me in the slightest.
Now that my brother has committed such a terrible crime, I should do my best to make amends. If they beg me to die, then I will die.
My physical body is now destroyed, my three souls are gone, my bloodline is gone, and only my seven spirits remain. I have asked to return to my origin, but I have developed an obsession and do not know why it has not completely dissipated.
When I regained consciousness, countless years had passed.
My soul is held captive by the divine being, while he himself sleeps undisturbed at the pinnacle of creation.
I didn't know where I came from or why I was here, until I saw that bewildered and innocent divine bride.
She seemed somewhat carefree; even marrying a dead man didn't make her frown at all.
As scenes from my past life flashed before my eyes, I realized that I was not myself. I was merely a wisp of the soul of the God of War, Qingyu. The reason she was so heartless was simply because she had lost me.
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"You're back, Whisper," a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar suddenly came to my ears. I slumped down in front of the ice coffin, hugged the person in front of me, and cried bitterly.
He looked much older; his hair was completely white.
I said, "I'm back. Can I be my husband now?"
He nodded and silently hugged me tighter, and I did the same.
The ice coffin had melted, and the Peak of Creation, which was covered in ice and snow all year round, burst forth with endless vitality at this moment. The ancient ancestral god ascended to heaven and disappeared at this moment, and the divine artifact, the Jade Disc of Creation, was born, sweeping away the foreign races that Ye Wufeng had let in from the gate of the Six Realms in the Abyss of the Floating Pool.
The Wu tribe, which was originally impossible to find even in the Sky-Gazing Realm, descended into the Floating Pool Abyss.
The ancient immortal true god Ye Qingyu, together with Jie Tianlin Fu Zidu, fought against the Wu tribe and the Floating Pool Abyss. The Wu tribe was defeated. The true god left behind Ye Wufeng, Ye Xingchen and other culprits who attempted to annihilate the six realms, and sent the rest to the mortal realm, exiling them to the southwest of Qingyu Kingdom. From then on, the people of the Wu tribe had no chance to become gods or immortals.
The Venerable God was originally the origin of creation in the Six Realms, a state of chaos. Because of a whispered word to the True God, he developed feelings and struggled for hundreds of thousands of years without finding a way out. In the end, he chose to follow his heart and marry the True God at the pinnacle of creation.
(The End of Book)
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