Chapter 671
But when the Lord of Fate looked at the lifeless white pieces on the chessboard, a hint of helplessness and a sigh flashed across his gentle and calm eyes, and he took the initiative to speak.
"I have already guessed the purpose of Your Excellency's visit."
Qin Yue casually stroked the black chess piece in his hand, his cold voice devoid of any emotion, just like the first chess piece he placed, harmless as a sheep, but in reality a lurking bloodthirsty beast that, once unsheathed, would not give the enemy any chance to resist.
"Since the God Lord knows, then give me an answer."
"Does Your Majesty simply want an answer?"
What do you think?
The Lord of Fate explained in a gentle tone: "The Temple of Fate has absolutely no intention of opposing Your Majesty."
“Since you know that the Temple of Fate cannot offend me,” Qin Yue suddenly tightened his grip, the black chess pieces turning to dust between his fingers, and a hint of cold ruthlessness appeared in his usually indifferent eyes, his killing intent suddenly surfacing, “why do you outwardly comply but inwardly defy me and harm my wife?”
The Lord of Fate's expression grew more serious. "Your Excellency has misunderstood. The Temple of Fate has absolutely no intention of harming the lady. I can swear to that."
Qin Yue's thin lips curved slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "You had no ill intentions, yet you caused trouble, didn't you?"
The God of Fate was speechless for a moment. After a long while, he stood up, leaning on the stone table, and bowed deeply to Qin Yue. "I failed Your Majesty's trust back then. Today, I will leave everything to Your Majesty's discretion."
Qin Yue stared coldly at the God of Fate, as if he could crush the old man at any moment.
Wen Xin reached out and pressed her hand against the back of His hand. Her small hand was warm and smooth, easily dispelling the anger in His heart.
Wen Xin shook her head at Him, unwilling to let the Ninth Heaven and the Temple of Fate become enemies, causing turmoil in the Great World.
She rose, gently helping the God of Fate to his feet. Her features were exquisite, her demeanor gentle and serene, devoid of any sharpness or resentment. She simply smiled softly and said:
"Everyone knows that the Lord of Fate is a highly accomplished and compassionate person. Even I, a notorious female demon, am no different from any other god or mortal in his eyes. Therefore, I do not believe that the Lord of Fate would deliberately harm me."
The God of Fate was stunned. He looked up at Wen Xin with a gaze that seemed to be both sighing and gratified.
"The Lady and His Majesty are a match made in heaven. Now that the two saints have ascended to the Ninth Heaven together, it is a blessing for all living beings."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xin became even more convinced that the tragic fate of her soul fragments was not the work of the kind old man before her.
But... for whom is the Lord of Fate bearing the blame and suffering the consequences?
What exactly is her connection and grudge with the Temple of Fate?
Now that Wen Xin is here, she's definitely going to find out the truth.
She gently and patiently guided the old man, saying, "I'm sure the gods know how terrible the torment my fragments of soul endured in the countless lifetimes I was lost in the sky."
"Back then, Xingran instigated the war among the gods. Although it was not my wish, I felt guilty towards the innocent lives that were harmed, so I was willing to sacrifice myself to quell that bloody storm..."
"My soul was shattered, and I was sent to the mortal world to undergo tribulations. I have no complaints. But does the God Lord think that the ridiculous torment I suffered through countless lifetimes of fate was meaningful? Did I deserve it?"
The God of Destiny felt a deep sense of guilt. “Madam is righteous. She sacrificed herself to save all living beings. Even if she enters the cycle of reincarnation, she should be blessed with both fortune and longevity.”
Wen Xin shook her head. "I don't ask for both fortune and longevity. I would be happy to be an ordinary person. But no matter what, I shouldn't become a plaything, trapped in the mud for life, unable to control my own destiny."
Wen Xin didn't consider herself a particularly wicked person, and she had nothing to be ashamed of before heaven and earth. Even if her fragments of soul were thrown into a broken timeline like before she became a god, to clean up the messes of the male and female protagonists and be sacrificed to heaven for generations, she would not be so indignant.
At least she saved the world, so her life was meaningful, and her death was a great deed, a meritorious act.
But if you're deeply trapped in those disgusting sadomasochistic relationships, being manipulated by the male protagonists in every life, living like a clown, both laughable and pathetic, what does that even mean?
Wen Xin simply couldn't accept this fate.
Qin Yue frowned deeply, his heart aching as he embraced her tenderly, stroking her small face gently. At the same time, his gaze toward the God of Fate grew increasingly cold and unforgiving.
This matter is clearly not going to be resolved peacefully.
The Lord of Fate grew increasingly heavy-hearted, yet he remained resolute, willingly bearing all responsibility and punishment.
Wen Xin looked at Qin Yue. He felt sorry for her, and she felt sorry for him too.
She was trapped in the fate of a tragic heroine, and wasn't He also loving her life after life, only to be hurt again and again while protecting her?
Therefore, Wen Xin could not resolve this matter hastily.
Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor; whoever is at fault must take responsibility.
"God, you govern the destinies of countless beings, so you should know the principles of karmic retribution and cause and effect. Is taking the blame for the murderer really for his/her own good?"
The Lord of Fate was moved by what he heard, but he was still unwilling to reveal the details. He said listlessly, "This old man is no longer useful. The Temple of Fate should welcome a new master."
Wen Xin's expression changed slightly. The words of the God of Fate were that he would rather perish than reveal the culprit.
Who exactly is it that can command the protection of the God of Fate, who is second only to Qin Yue in the Nine Heavens?
Qin Yue's cold, narrow eyes unleashed a vast and oppressive aura upon the entire Temple of Fate in an instant.
This sacred land of the Nine Heavens suddenly began to shake violently, the spiritual energy became chaotic and turbulent, cracks began to appear in the barrier, and countless living beings were suppressed on the ground.
With just a single thought from this ruler of the nine heavens, the Temple of Fate would collapse and perish in an instant.
The God of Fate turned deathly pale.
Qin Yue coldly said, "If you're not going to talk, then don't say anything at all."
The goal is simply to make all living beings in the entire Temple of Fate pay the price for the culprit.
The suffering and torment His Queen Goddess endured could not be easily overcome.
If he can't even protect his own wife, then Qin Yue might as well quit being the ruler of the Nine Heavens.
The Lord of Fate was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He looked at Qin Yue as if he were looking at a cruel and tyrannical ruler. He couldn't believe that the once majestic and wise Lord had become so terrible and muddle-headed.
However, he forgot that true fairness and benevolence are not suitable for a monarch; light is merely the surface, while darkness and bloodshed are the true essence.
Qin Yue ignored the gaze of the God of Fate, his thin lips curling coldly, "God of Fate, are you sure you want to sacrifice the lives of all the beings in the temple for the sake of a treacherous rat? Can you bear such a sin?"
The Lord of Fate swayed precariously and trembled as he said, "Your Majesty, since you know it is a sin, why do you still harm the innocent?"
Qin Yue glanced at him disdainfully, "Because I am the ruler of the Nine Heavens."
Trying to reason with a king is naive and laughable.
Trying to control His behavior and thoughts is nothing but courting disaster.
The God of Fate had a good idea: to bear all the blame himself, but Qin Yue had to be willing.
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