Chapter 215 Love and Hate Are Inextricably Linked
"Master, I will return to Zixiao Palace with you." Yuanshi calmed down and decided to go to Zixiao Palace together.
He didn't want to leave Chang Hao for even a moment longer, no matter when.
Hongjun sized him up, then looked at Erqing. Well, they came from the same source. If the little swindler's injuries were to become serious, he would have them serve as furnaces to provide the source power.
Thinking of this, Hongjun tacitly agreed that Yuanshi should follow.
As soon as Yuanshi followed, Laozi, not wanting to be outdone, immediately followed as well. He had no choice but to follow, fearing that if he misjudged, Yuanshi, with his eyes red with rage, would act recklessly.
Tongtian glanced at the ravaged battlefield of the Lich King, "Dijun..."
With a long sigh, he realized that the Heavenly Emperor and Empress had both perished on the same day, leaving behind a huge mess...
Tongtian felt a pang of pity and carefully collected the two bodies, intending to take them back to Zixiao Palace together. This matter was far from over.
Then, Tongtian stood in front of Kunpeng and stared straight at Kunpeng.
Kunpeng couldn't bear it any longer and silently handed the Hetu Luoshu to Tongtian. Although he couldn't keep it anyway, Kunpeng was still very melancholy.
Nuwa silently put Fuxi into the Map of Mountains and Rivers, and searched the battlefield. Fortunately, Fuxi did not self-destruct, and she finally found a trace of his remaining true spirit.
Undeterred, they searched again, but unfortunately, Di Jun and Xi He had self-destructed and were those destined to face the great calamity. Not to mention their true spirits, not even a trace of their remnants remained.
Nuwa had foreseen this, but she was simply unwilling to give up.
Nuwa discovered Changxi, who was slumped on the ground with a numb expression. She painstakingly brought Changxi's soul back to life. Fortunately, Changxi was still there, although it would be difficult for her to explain to Changhao.
Chang Hao kept his promise to her, but she broke her word. In an instant, Nuwa hated Jieyin and Zhunti to the core. If they hadn't blocked her way, she would have been able to prevent the tragedy from happening in time.
Her brother won't die, and Di Jun and Xi He will be alright...
"Changxi is no more, only Chang'e remains." Changxi was heartbroken. Her sister was gone, Changhao was dead, and Changxi's heart died with her. After bringing her nephew back, she closed the Guanghan Palace and never returned…
Nuwa silently turned away, and from then on, there was one more heartbroken person in the world.
Seeing that Daozu and the others had returned to Zixiao Palace, Zhunti and Jieyin were filled with unease, for their actions had thoroughly offended Nuwa.
Judging from Chang Hao's performance on the battlefield, he must have a deep bond with Di Jun and the others. In this case, they have gained nothing but losses.
If Chang Hao had fallen out of favor with his master, judging from the way his master held him in his arms and checked his injuries from time to time, it didn't seem like it.
If Chang Hao hadn't been offended, their master's attack just now was ruthless. Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance and smiled bitterly. In any case, their situation would definitely worsen.
"Master, I'll go look after Chang Hao." Yuan Shi's gaze never left Chang Hao.
"No need. Wait outside. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to take care of them later." Hongjun glanced coldly at Erqing and the two from the West, then paused on Jieyin and Zhunti.
"Yuanshi, do you want to never see Changhao again?" Laozi warned, pressing his hand on Yuanshi's shoulder as he spoke in a telepathic voice.
"Don't create unnecessary complications. The situation isn't that bad. Master is also very reluctant to part with Chang Hao. At most, he'll just have to reflect on his mistakes." Laozi continued to transmit his voice, although he didn't quite understand the reason for his master's sudden anger.
If it were an unauthorized intervention in a great calamity, it wouldn't be right to do so. However, if Yuanshi were to commit such an act of disrespect, it would be tantamount to betraying his master and ancestors, something his master would absolutely not tolerate.
Hongjun carefully placed Lu Ya on the cloud couch, then sat cross-legged beside him to heal Chang Hao's injuries.
"Don't you have anything to explain to me?" Hongjun asked. "Speak, I know you're awake."
Chang Hao turned to the side, his back to Hongjun.
"Last time, the secret you said you wanted to tell me was our grudge?" Chang Hao's silence doesn't mean Hongjun won't speak.
“Hmm,” Chang Hao felt a void in his heart, his gaze unfocused and without direction. “Lu Ya has lived a life where he was neither ashamed before Heaven nor before men, but he felt guilty only towards you.”
"You little liar, is there a single word of truth in your mouth? You shouldn't have lied to me at every turn; you should have been honest with me long ago." Hongjun was both angry and resentful, unable to distinguish between love and hate.
"After Pangu died, I lost his protection and fell into chaos. Unfortunately, I was trapped in Zixiao Palace. I thought I was going to die, but you didn't recognize me. So I took a chance. Even ants cherish their lives, how could I dare to tell you the truth?"
Chang Hao's tone was erratic. If he had known he would suffer so much now, he would have preferred to have said it back then and died directly under Hongjun's sword. It would have been better than this excruciating pain.
"You cherished it then, why didn't you cherish it just now? Why didn't you defend yourself?" Hongjun felt a lingering fear. If Yuanshi hadn't arrived in time, the little liar would have been crippled by the third sword strike.
It was just the Three Swords; he had long forgotten about it. He could even let go of his hatred for Pangu and take the Three Pure Ones as his disciples. What else could he not let go of?
"If you're so good at predicting the future, go and do it yourself." Chang Hao closed his eyes, not wanting to pay attention to the outside world.
Hongjun stood before the bed for a long time, his long sigh lingering. "You know perfectly well that divination can only reveal the surface, how can it explore the heart?"
Chang Hao stared at Hongjun, then closed his eyes. "A bitter tree will not bear sweet fruit. I deceived you first and then used you. You can kill me if you want, I won't even flinch." He was tired and wanted to sleep; he had no mind to comfort anyone.
Uncle, you lied to me. The pain is unbearable, and time cannot dilute the sorrow; it only makes one more sorrowful.
Lost and regained, regained and lost again—fate plays tricks on us.
"I'll have Yaochi come up and look after you." Hongjun turned and left. "It wasn't my intention to hurt you."
No matter how helpless he felt, Hongjun could only deal with the matters of the Demon Court and the Primordial World first. If Luo Hou really escaped, the Primordial World would never have peace again.
In this great calamity, the little swindler and Rahu have formed a deep grudge, a hatred so intense that it cannot be resolved without death. But we must not let Rahu escape.
Tongtian arrived late and, after properly arranging the remains of the Demon Emperor and Empress, temporarily placed them in a side hall. He had gone to great lengths to make Di Jun and Xi He look presentable, hoping that Chang Hao would feel better upon seeing them.
Chang Hao, who was fast asleep, frowned and suddenly opened his eyes.
Stumbling and staggering, they pushed open the side hall and saw Di Jun and Xi He neatly laid out on the cloud couch, their feathers still soft and dazzling, as if they were simply asleep.
As Chang Hao watched, tears streamed down his face. He transformed into a little golden crow, burying himself under the wings of the two of them, and fell into a peaceful sleep.
"This great calamity has passed. The Lich King and the Human Race should step out. The future prehistoric world belongs to the Human Race." Hongjun also agreed with the words of the Heavenly Dao. The weak are easy to manage. The Human Race is good. They are peaceful and have no ability to overturn the world. He only hopes that the prehistoric world can be more peaceful.
Upon hearing this, Jieyin Zhunti's face turned pale.
“Nuwa…” Hongjun’s gaze fell on Nuwa. “The human race’s fortune is unstable. A human emperor should be appointed to stabilize the human race’s fortune.”
Nuwa looked distressed. "Yes, Master." She couldn't be happy at all.
"Heavenly Emperor... Heavenly Emperor..." the Heavenly Dao murmured in Hongjun's mind, "Lu Ya can stabilize the Heavenly Court's fortune and the Heavenly Dao's fortune. If he doesn't go, who will? There's no one else. Lu Ya has ruined a lot of things for Rahu during this great calamity. When Rahu comes out, he will be the first to not let Lu Ya off the hook."
The great calamity has passed, the secrets of heaven are clear, so what is there that the Way of Heaven is not yet clear about?
Hongjun suppressed the commotion in his mind and checked on Chang Hao, who was sleeping peacefully in the inner hall from time to time. When he checked again, he found that the inner hall was empty.
Hongjun was startled and abandoned everyone to search for him. Reason told him that Chang Hao could not leave Zixiao Palace.
Finally, under the remains of Emperor Jun and Xi He, they found a tiny golden crow the size of a palm. Hongjun's eyes reddened, and he almost cried with heartache. He quickly held the tiny golden crow in his palm.
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