Chapter 81: The Fallen Angel is reborn again and again, and dies and is reborn again.
The sky was majestic, half hidden under the misty clouds. Song Xieqing was like a puppet that had lost its soul, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he just dragged his deputy's rotten body forward woodenly.
He stood in front of a gate hanging in the void. The next moment, the gate opened silently. Song Xieqing lowered his head and stepped in slowly.
Song Xieqing knelt on the jade-like ground without saying a word.
The nearly translucent ground reflected the clear skylight. As the clouds passed by, it reflected the hustle and bustle of the world. Song Xieqing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stared at the world floating under his feet. However, in a moment, the eyes that had just shone with a hint of spirit returned to dimness again.
No... No matter how bustling the world is, she will never be seen again. No matter in this world or in other realms, there will never be his wife again.
"Now, what are your plans?"
A clear and gentle voice fell into his ears, and Song Xieqing raised his eyes.
The god on the throne had an elegant appearance, a pair of calm eyes as still as a cold pond, no curves at the corners of his lips or the peaks of his brows. This face gradually overlapped with the father in Song Xieqing's memory, and then shattered at a certain moment.
Seeing the boy remain silent, Hua Xi spoke again, his voice still calm. "The heavenly punishment has been lifted, and you have lived with your wife as you wished. Now she is gone, and you have met your mother... Now that your obsession is over, Song Lang, what will you do? Will you stay in the Ninth Heaven, spending a hundred or a thousand years in a secluded courtyard? Or will you travel the six realms? Or... wander the mortal world?"
The hall was completely silent. Even the fleeting sounds of the wind and the clamor of the mortal world receded far away at this moment. Song Xieqing bowed and said, "I have a plan. I don't need to worry about it, Lord Hua Xi."
He bent his back to the bottom, and while kneeling and bowing, his forehead hit the cold jade ground heavily, making a dull sound. The people sitting on the seat sighed silently. With this bow, was he kneeling to bid farewell to his father in the human world, or was he just thanking the God in the Nine Heavens?
"Xie Qing was able to leave his mortal body and ascend to the Ninth Heaven thanks to the kindness of Hua Xi Divine Monarch and the Heavenly Emperor. However, Xie Qing has repeatedly violated the Heavenly Rules and failed to live up to the kindness of Hua Xi Divine Monarch and the Heavenly Emperor. Xie Qing knows that his sins are grave and he will not remain in the upper realm for long."
Having said that, Song Xieqing didn't look at the person sitting there anymore. He stood up and was about to leave. Hua Xi frowned, but didn't ask any more questions. Just as Song Xieqing was about to step out of the Heavenly Gate, a black shadow suddenly flashed and approached. Hua Xi produced an ancient banner with strange runes painted on it. He didn't say why, but when he raised his hand, the banner came down on Song Xieqing's face with the force of thunder. Song Xieqing didn't avoid or block it, and took the blow head-on. His spine was bent, and Song Xieqing knelt on one knee and crawled on the ground.
Suddenly, dark red blood splattered on the jade brick, blooming a glaring red.
Song Xieqing said nothing. He waited until there was no more movement behind him before he slowly stood up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, glanced at Hua Xi, and asked, "Can I leave now?"
Hua Xi nodded slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, the ancient banner disappeared.
He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the solitary figure being gradually swallowed up by the vast clouds.
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Song Xieqing stepped out of the Heavenly Palace and walked towards the underworld with a light-footed gait. His expression was empty, and his eyes could not reflect any light from the sky. He was just like a wandering soul, drifting towards the chaotic and unknown underworld.
In the underworld, there is no sky above and no earth below, only muddy miasma swirling. He walked through the Yellow Springs Road in a daze, passed by the Three Lives Stone, saw the Wangxiang Terrace, and finally stopped at the Naihe Bridge.
By the bridge, Meng Po was wearing a fiery red dress and had a charming face. She was holding a long spoon in her hand to stir the thick, green and smelly soup in the pot. Men, women, young and old, chickens, dogs and livestock all lined up in a long queue in front of the pot, covering their noses. Some drank it all in one gulp, with the bowl empty after a roll of their throats. Some had tears streaming down their cheeks, and some even vomited after drinking.
"Pah, pah, pah! A bunch of ungrateful people! Is the soup I made so hard to swallow?!" She raised her nail-stained slender fingers and said angrily, "I have been simmering this pot of soup for a full 49 days! Don't spit it out! Don't spit it out! Swallow it all back! You heartless people! If you cross the Naihe Bridge and enter the Samsara Palace with your memories, you will be punished by having your tendons pulled out and your bones removed! Hey! It doesn't matter whether you were a human or an animal in your previous life, hold your nose tightly and drink Mengpo soup! Forget all the sufferings you have endured in this life, and reincarnate as you should and serve your sentence as you should!"
A rooster flapped its wings and crowed incessantly. Meng Po stretched out her ears to listen and laughed, "What? You say the mortal world isn't all suffering? Would you rather suffer the torture of having your tendons pulled out and your bones removed than forget it? Haha, what sweetness can there be in being a big rooster? Rooster, just go with peace of mind! Your beloved hen has just hatched a brood of chicks, and the young master of the master's family is clamoring for some roasted chicken! In a few days, your family will be reunited in the underworld..."
Seeing the rooster rushing towards her like crazy, Meng Po quickly plucked a few of its tail feathers. When she raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Song Xieqing not far away.
"Hey, human god?" She greeted him with a smile. This boy's name was quite famous in the Ninth Heaven. He would throw himself on the ground and shake the sky for a mortal woman all day long, willing to die...
Meng Po scooped up a spoonful of green soup, put it to her nose, and, suppressing the urge to vomit, pointed toward the bridge, as if she were watching a play. "The young wife you're looking for has just drunk Meng Po's soup and is heading forward."
As soon as he said this, he disappeared.
Meng Po sighed softly, the word "love" is just a few strokes, when will you all be able to see through it?
Song Xieqing stood in front of a girl in a lilac dress. She just glanced at the person coming and tried to move around her sideways.
"elegant……"
He called out softly, and the girl paused. She turned back and tilted her head to look at Song Xieqing, "Huh? You are..."
All the deceased who stepped onto the Naihe Bridge would gradually transform into the happiest and most unforgettable appearance of their life. The Zhu Hao that Song Xieqing saw now was only five or six years old. At that time, her father was still alive, and she was still the spoiled young lady of the Zhu family, the jewel in her father's palm.
His heart was in turmoil, sometimes he was filled with grief, sometimes he felt relieved.
So, deep down, the happiest and most unforgettable memories in her heart were those of her father's childhood? That was wonderful... at least he wasn't indispensable. That was true. For over sixty years, they'd been on and off, and she'd spent most of those years waiting. Why did he think he was so important to her? What was he, Song Xieqing?
The Naihe Bridge was filled with ghostly figures. Song Xieqing slowly squatted down in the crowd. He raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch her eyebrows, but he withdrew it hastily just before he touched her. "I was mistaken."
The girl smiled sweetly and reached out to wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes. "Don't cry, brother. I hope you can find your family soon."
"good."
When she turned around again, there was no one behind her. Instead, it was Meng Po who pulled her back to the bridge. "Are you really not going to drink it? Regardless of the possibility of reincarnation, anyone who crosses the bridge without drinking the soup will be punished with a punishment worse than death. Look at you, you stepped onto this bridge and turned into a little girl. I don't think your life as a married woman would be very happy... In that case, it's better to forget it completely! What do you think?"
"A life worse than death? Meng Po must have forgotten that the reason I set foot in the underworld is precisely because I'm dead. Besides, he's not the only one I don't want to forget." Zhu Hao slapped Meng Po's hand that was tugging at her pigtail away, a calmness that didn't suit her age appearing on her young face. "Besides, how could you know that at my age, I haven't even met him yet?"
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Song Xieqing left the underworld, but before he had taken a few steps, he was blocked by Chi Xing.
He ignored it, dodged the person sideways, and kept walking.
"I begged Song Yue for a long time before I was able to glimpse the red thread of my brother and sister's reincarnation."
Song Xieqing paused. Chi Xing noticed that although he spoke tough, his body was honest. He stopped when he heard his sister-in-law's name. He thought there was something going on, so he caught up with him and asked, "Guess what?"
Chi Xing had wanted to keep the conversation a secret, but she had forgotten that Song Xieqing had just become a widower and had a very bad temper. A sharp palm wind was heading straight for his vital point. Chi Xing barely dodged it and said anxiously, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you, I'll tell you! After all, I'm your brother... Song Xieqing! You're murdering your own brother..."
He straightened his slightly disheveled clothes. Chi Xing raised his voice, staring intently at Song Xieqing, "The other end of her red string is tied to a good man. He treats my sister-in-law like a treasure, and my sister-in-law also loves him. They have children around them and will be together until they grow old..."
"How is it?" Chi Xing curled her lips, "Are you satisfied?"
He originally thought that Song Xieqing would overturn the Nine Heavens, but unexpectedly, he saw him smile very lightly and said, "Very good."
That's how it should be.
She deserved the kindness of everyone in the world. Now that someone would protect her in the future, he no longer had any worries in this world. The little use he had made to her before had been completely exhausted. Now, he was no longer of any use to her and was just a useless person.
Chi Xing raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "When your sister-in-law grows up, will you really not take her away from you?"
"She's not an object, how can I call her 'seized'?" Song Xieqing laughed at himself. "Besides, when Zhu Hao was with me, the bitterness far outweighed the joy. Why should I harm her again?"
"Are you just going to let it go?" Chi Xing was anxious, raising her voice, "Okay, okay! Put aside your romantic feelings! Put aside Zhu Hao! Song Xieqing! Song Lang! Maybe you could think about the Father God... think about me, your brother?"
"I've already caused you enough trouble, so I won't bother you any more. The Nine Heavens is not a place for mortals like us to live permanently." Song Xieqing didn't stay any longer and walked forward. "Brother, thank you for all these days..."
"Oh right... Zhuoshui was able to transform thanks to my magic. If I die, I'm afraid she won't be able to continue with her cultivation. I'm afraid she won't even be able to survive as a koi." He pondered for a moment and said, "Song Yue is the only one in Qinse Palace. You entrust her to Song Yue. After all, she's a spiritual fish. It shouldn't be a bad thing for her to be raised in Qinse Palace."
"Qinse Palace has abundant spiritual energy. Given time, she will be able to transform again. Zhuoshui has been with Pianpian for many years. This is my last plan for her."
Chi Xing was about to catch up, but suddenly a ray of light appeared under his feet and instantly turned into a golden bell, preventing him from getting any closer.
Normally, it should be easy for Chi Xing, a true god, to deal with Song Xieqing, a human god. However, Song Xieqing had been crawling in and out of the gates of hell for that woman. The day before yesterday, he killed Zhu Yan in the extreme west, yesterday he killed Qiongqi in the cold abyss in the north, and today he killed Zhulong and eliminated the nightmare demon. His cultivation had already been tempered to an unfathomable depth.
At least for now, he couldn't break the golden bell barrier immediately.
Chi Xing sat down dejectedly. His younger brother was always serious and even a little boring, but he sincerely regarded him as his closest relative and brother.
Ha, although, he will soon no longer have such a serious, boring, stubborn, and unsmiling brother with all the same problems and no strengths.
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The Fallen Immortal Platform is the place where the immortals and gods who have committed the most crimes are punished. Anyone who falls on this platform will have his immortal bones shattered and his cultivation scattered at the very least. At the worst, he will turn into ashes and will not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation, but will be lost in the six realms. Even if he is lucky enough to survive, his immortal bones will be washed away and he will be reduced to a mortal body. If he is merciful by heaven, he may be reincarnated as a human. If he is unlucky, he can only be reborn as a plant, insect or ant.
Having said that, for thousands of years, all the gods who fell into this stage turned into a handful of ashes, which were blown away by the wind, let alone him, a mere human god?
Song Xieqing was isolated beside the Fallen Immortal Platform, with the howling wind blowing against his clothes. He took off his jade crown and let his black hair flutter in the wind.
He lowered his head and glanced towards the Fallen Immortal Platform.
Everywhere I looked, there was only endless darkness. In a trance, it seemed as if thousands of resentful souls were wailing miserably in the audience.
Since her death, the six realms have become nothing more than a faded fragment to him. He was already tired of living, and now even the last trace of ties has been cut off. In this case, there is no need for him to linger in a world without her.
Besides, he deserved to die.
The heaven was so unfair to her, but it was kind to him, allowing him to meet Zhu Hao when he was dying. The stagnant state of mind of Song Xieqing was like a spring breeze, with ripples forming.
She has a next life, and her life is perfect. She has met her good man and will be together for life. This is enough, this is very good.
Song Xieqing raised his head and looked towards the top of the clouds in the sky. A light laugh escaped from his throat, and he jumped into the Fallen Immortal Platform where strong winds were raging.
In a moment, the wind turned into thousands of frost blades, cutting into Song Xieqing's body one by one. The black was so thick that it could not be pushed away. He fell into a dead end. Whether he opened his eyes or closed them, it was eternal night. The beating in Song Xieqing's chest became weaker and weaker. He was torn and ravaged by an invisible brute force, and hot blood gushed out of his torn flesh.
He didn't know how long he had been drifting in this endless hell. He only felt his flesh being peeled off inch by inch, his bones being smashed one by one, and even his eyes being gouged out. His mind was dizzy, and his memories of his wife gradually became blurred. It was not until this time that Song Xieqing began to panic and struggle, but no matter what, he could only fall down. In the end, deprived of his five senses, memories, and emotions, he was no longer himself, as if he had never existed in this world.
Beside the Fallen Immortal Platform, Awu leaned against the flowing clouds with an indifferent expression.
Atang walked around, swaying back and forth, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you really alright?"
"Don't underestimate Hua Xi's ancient banner. Although his divine bones have been cut off, they won't be annihilated in the six realms. It shouldn't be difficult to leave behind a remnant of his soul."
Atang was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the man say indifferently, "But...what does it have to do with me if Song Lang becomes what he is, or if he truly turns to ashes? I've already got what I wanted, so why should I care about the life and death of others?"
She wanted to point at his nose and curse him, but when the words came to her lips, Atang bit them and swallowed them. She sighed and said, "By the way, that girl...isn't there no chance of reincarnation? Why is Song Yue..."
Ah Wu curled his lips, his contempt evident. "Who knows? The six realms under your feet are gradually slipping out of my control. Song Yue was born with a natural talent, and he might be the next me."
Atang was stunned when he heard this. Before he could think about it, he saw Awu's knuckles loosen slightly, and the crystal ball that he had been holding all day long burst out with a dazzling silver light. In just a moment, the auspicious clouds in the nine-layered sky dissipated, and a long wind suddenly rose, and the jade palace in the distance swayed and collapsed.
Looking over a thousand miles, countless undead souls emerged from the void, tearing and devouring each other, shrill ghost howls rose one after another, and the Nine Heavens fell into chaos.
Ah Wu stood atop the clouds, his white robes unstained by the bloodbath. However, his once jade-like face was now filled with a ferocious expression that was terrifying. "Ah Zhao, I've told you, no matter where you hide, I will find you. Ah Zhao... Come to me. You can't escape. For eternity, death, and rebirth, you will be entangled with me forever."
After he finished speaking, the smile on his lips suddenly froze, the violent and violent wind came to an abrupt end, and the crystal ball hanging in the air fell straight down and rolled towards the bottom of the Fallen Immortal Platform.
Just at this moment, a team of heavenly soldiers came riding on the clouds. Before they could get close, Ah Wu raised his sleeves with a sullen face, and hundreds of heavenly soldiers were crushed into powder. The wind blew away all of them.
On the edge of the Fallen Immortal Platform, Atang's bare feet were stained with crimson. The blood did not come from the annihilated heavenly soldiers, but from Awu.
He was born detached from the world, reaching the sky and the earth, looking down on all living beings. But now he is just like any living creature in the world that he despises. He can feel pain, bleed and feel sad. He uses despicable means to get everything he wants. He has lost his nature and only indulges in his own desires.
Wu asked numbly, "Why? Zhao."
He let the crystal ball roll down the Fallen Immortal Platform and jumped with it.
"Madman." Atang cursed.
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"Tsk, that old immortal Meng Po, just to trick you into drinking her green, toxic soup that's as pungent as urine, she actually slandered the Samsara Hall like this! What a life worse than death... that's all! Wait until you experience it yourself and you'll know..."
"Reincarnating with the memories of past lives, isn't that a life worse than death? Over time, the torment to the soul is a thousand times more painful than having your tendons and bones pulled out! Brother Chicken and Little Sister, have you really thought this through?"
"Palace Master, Sister Mengpo has no choice but to do this... The soup she makes is fishy and bitter, and it doesn't look good... If we can't sell 100,000 bowls a day, we won't be able to explain ourselves to the King of Hell..."
"But you can't throw dirty water on our Samsara Palace!"
The noisy arguing gradually drifted away and dissipated into nothingness.
Zhu Hao fell into the black and gray realm. Here, there was silence, no wind and no water. Her chest was empty, she could not hear her heartbeat, and she did not need to breathe.
She seemed to have transformed into a faint breath, floating in the boundless darkness, unable to get out.
Hundreds of years, thousands of years... until one day, a ray of light penetrated the eternal night and shone on her.
When I opened my eyes, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.
A long blade pierced her heart. Zhu Hao subconsciously raised her hand to cover the wound, but what caught her eye was not the slender hands of a girl, but a pair of rough big hands that had been holding swords for years.
A chaotic sound of whispers filled his ears. Zhu Hao was in a daze and only heard a few words. When he raised his eyes, he was caught off guard by a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
The man held a long sword and stabbed her in the heart. Behind him, the young man sitting high on the throne was laughing happily, "Teacher, stab deeper, he is not dead yet."
The dagger in her sleeve poked Zhu Hao's wrist. She showed the sharp edge and stabbed him in the chest.
The warmth in his eyes was enough to swallow up the light of day that she had worked so hard to obtain.
The world returns to eternal night.
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