Lifetimes upon lifetimes, love unrequited, separation by life and death.
Yi Mu suddenly opened his eyes.
Before me stretched an endless expanse of white, and behind me I could hear footsteps.
Yimu turned around, and the supreme god looked at him with compassionate eyes.
"You've kept your promise. I'll give you two choices: continue the cycle of reincarnation, or return to your original world?"
Yi Mu slowly stood up. He was a little taller than the main god, and compared to his previous anxiety, he was unusually calm this time.
The Supreme God narrowed his eyes, sensing that something was amiss.
Yi Mu stared at the face of the main god, which looked utterly ordinary.
"Are you from the demon race or the human race, or perhaps just a beneficiary of the war between the two races?"
The God's expression was like a collapsing mask, peeling away inch by inch, until finally he narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Yi Mu's face.
"You remember everything?"
Yi Mu didn't reply. He stretched out his right hand and made a grabbing motion in the air.
He held the frost sword, which glowed with a blue light, in his hand. At the same time, his short black hair grew longer and turned white, and his pupils turned a misty blue.
Ten thousand years ago, after a few thousand years of peaceful coexistence, the demon race and the human race finally broke apart.
The divine beast, Junhuang, perished at the hands of the demon king, Moge, its divine essence being the first to perish.
Driven by a desire for revenge, Xuanwu Shen Shuyan disregarded the objections of Qingyao and Youtu, stubbornly persisting in his course of action. Unable to withstand the power of the demon race, he ultimately perished in the northern lands, and his territory was conquered by the demons.
The demons conquered the north, and the power of the Demon Clan was at its zenith.
The Azure Dragon had united various forces in the human world for a final resistance, but the White Tiger, Shen You Tu, unexpectedly switched sides and sided with the Demon Clan at the crucial moment.
Humanity suffered terribly, but the Azure Dragon protected humankind until the very last moment, sacrificing itself to the heavens to gain divine protection and preserve humanity's last lifeline.
After a thousand years, Tu Shan Mu of Qingqiu was reborn and fought a great battle with Mo Ge for forty-nine days, in which the two of them eventually died.
The primordial era ended, the mythological era began, and then came the era of the supreme gods.
Yi Mu did not believe that the catastrophe was a predetermined fate.
The four divine beasts may not have the best of relationships, but they were all born together in accordance with the will of Heaven, so no matter how much they have conflicts, they would never give up on the overall situation.
But that catastrophe almost caused the four of them to break off all ties.
It was clearly the responsibility of four people to protect the human world, but in the end, only Qingyao was left alone.
If Tu Shanmu doesn't step in to stop Mo Ge, the last bit of human bloodline might not even survive.
Yi Mu pointed the tip of his sword at the Supreme God, and the aura of a high god gradually emanated outwards.
The god's face paled visibly, and Yi Mu coldly asked, "Who are you?"
The Supreme God never expected this situation. Although he had guessed Yi Mu's identity to some extent, he never imagined that a Supreme God who had perished in the primordial world could actually return.
"I was once the Ninth Princess's confidant!" The God of War practically shouted these words.
Yi Mu narrowed his eyes, but didn't doubt the embellishment in his words.
In that chaotic era, the one who hated the Four Divine Beasts and Tu Shan Mu the most was probably the Ninth Princess.
She hated them for destroying the demon race and for killing the demon god.
Yi Mu still remembers her curse: to love but not be loved, to be separated by life and death for all eternity.
He traveled to these worlds, and many of his encounters with Qingyao ended in tragedy.
Is this considered retribution?
Everything that the Demon Smoke said came true.
If this is the case for him and Qingyao, what about the others? Are they suffering just as much as they are?
Yi Mu sheathed his sword and looked calmly at the man before him.
His appearance was like that of a middle-aged human man, neither ugly nor beautiful, just an ordinary face that would be easily forgotten.
In the real world, this might mean being nearing retirement, surrounded by children and grandchildren, enjoying a peaceful old age.
But he had remembered the curse of the Ninth Princess for tens of thousands of years, and created a new system with his own hands, just to take revenge on them and make them suffer for eternity.
What immense resentment must have fueled such hatred?
Yi Mu suddenly smiled, seemingly unperturbed.
He reached his finger to his forehead, and a moment later, a stone shimmering with a blue light flew out.
The main god stared intently at the stone, a greedy glint in his eyes.
Yi Mu held the stone and examined it closely, seemingly unaware of his expression.
“We may have made mistakes and received the punishment we deserved. If Ninth Princess still feels it’s not enough, I will destroy my divine status and be an ordinary person for eternity. This curse will then come to an end.”
He released his grip, and the Supreme God licked his lips, clenching his fists to keep from rushing forward in a moment of panic.
After finishing speaking, Yi Mu turned and left.
The space before was an endless expanse of white, as if it would never end.
But Yi Mu took out the divine spark, and after taking only two steps, his figure disappeared from the main god space.
The divine status of a supreme god is something that nothing in this world can compare to.
The god trembled as he reached out his hand, his fingertips almost touching the blue stone, but a sword pierced his heart.
A tall man stepped out from behind him and slowly drew the Dragon Roar Sword.
The Supreme God stared in disbelief at Qing Yao, who had walked up to him. He should be undergoing reincarnation by now, how could this be...?
Qingyao expressionlessly put the blue stone into his pocket, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.
"You, a mere demon soldier, a half-demon with human blood mixed in, really think you're a god? Can you handle this thing?"
The Chief God and the Chief God are of the same lineage; the Chief God died with his eyes wide open in dismay.
Qingyao, without any hesitation, followed the time tunnel that Yi Mu had left through and chased after him.
My Lord, you don't understand love? No problem, I'll teach you.
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