Ning Bai and Xia Qian fell heavily from mid-air, raising a cloud of dust.
The people around were startled by the sudden noise and gathered around.
Some sharp-eyed people recognized them as the protagonists in the fierce fight not long ago, and whispers immediately turned into noisy discussions.
Due to the suppression of some unknown force, the cultivation of the two is now severely restricted and they can only exert a very small part of their strength.
They tried to struggle, but found themselves firmly held by several strong men.
"Hey, you two, now that you're here, don't think you'll be idle!" a rough voice shouted, "Go find something to eat!"
Ning Bai and Xia Qian looked at each other and started to get busy helplessly.
As soon as they finished this task, they were assigned to repair houses damaged by fighting.
When had Xia Qian ever suffered such humiliation?
She is the empress above the nine heavens. When has she ever been ordered around like this?
She suddenly raised her head, pointed at the people around her and roared, "Why are you doing this to me? I am the Queen of the Nine Heavens!"
"You lowly ants, are you worthy enough to order me around?" Her eyes flashed with anger.
However, before she could finish her words, a haggard-looking woman suddenly rushed out and slapped her hard. "Can the Empress separate us in life and death?"
This slap seemed to turn on a switch, and the women who lost their loved ones in the battle rushed out and punched and kicked Xia Qian.
Xia Qian's strength was limited at the moment, and she didn't even have the strength to fight back. She could only curl up on the ground and try her best to protect herself.
Ning Bai felt heartbroken when he saw this scene.
He struggled to break free from his restraints and rushed forward to protect Xia Qian, "Stop! Stop fighting!"
He shouted, trying to calm the riot, "What are you going to do? I'll try to make it up to you!"
A middle-aged woman raised her head, her eyes hollow and deep. "We want to bring the dead back to life. We only want this compensation!"
Ning Bai was speechless. He knew it was impossible. "The dead cannot be resurrected."
Upon hearing this, the woman suddenly grabbed Ning Bai's shoulders and shook him violently. "The dead cannot be resurrected? You also know this truth, so why did you hurt us like this?"
Ning Bai was dizzy and pushed the woman away, but was immediately attacked by the people around him.
At the same time, on the distant city wall, Song Jiao was sitting leisurely. She witnessed all this and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
She found these people's reactions amusing. Why provoke those who had already suffered so much?
She calculated the time and knew that Ning Bai and Xia Qian's cultivation would recover soon.
It's time to go to the fairyland.
The fairyland was in ruins, the jade buildings were broken into pieces, and the sky filled with fairy clouds was torn into several pieces, revealing the chaotic void.
The immortals came from all directions and gathered in one place. There were discussions one after another, full of anxiety and uneasiness.
In the crowd, there was a female fairy named Shui Liuli wearing a white long dress. Her face was cold, but the flames of resentment burned in her beautiful eyes.
Her voice was sharp and accusing, "If Yan Xue hadn't gone to find Ning Bai, this wouldn't have happened!"
This statement immediately caused a commotion. Some narrow-minded female fairies began to whisper, echoing Shui Liuli's statement, "This is all because of Yan Xue, and she should be made to atone for her sins."
Song Jiao raised her eyebrows when she heard this. She was dressed in red and looked very imposing, which was in stark contrast to the immortals around her who were either panicked or angry.
A sneer curled up her lips. "According to what you said, don't all of you have to atone for your sins? As the Emperor, Ning Bai's original duty was to show the immortals a path to immortality! But now, because of his romantic feelings, he has brought misery to the immortal world and the mortal world."
Her voice was clear and firm, and every word she said was like a hammer hitting everyone's heart.
Shui Liuli's expression changed, but she still stared at Song Jiao, unwilling to be outdone. "It was all because of you, and you're still trying to make excuses?"
Song Jiao chuckled, "Why don't you deal with the culprit and frame me here?"
Song Jiao's eyes flashed with a fierce look. She took a step forward and suddenly grabbed Shui Liuli's jaw. "Liuli, I know I'm beautiful, but you shouldn't use such despicable means against me!"
"Isn't it because I asked Ning Bai how to practice, and he told me? And you were rejected by him? So you got angry and embarrassed?"
Everyone around was stunned. After all, they could feel that Song Jiao's cultivation had reached the strength of an emperor.
It's only been a moment, how could this happen?
More people were shocked.
Shui Liuli was shocked to find that she couldn't move at all in Song Jiao's hands.
She struggled, but to no avail. She could only stare at Song Jiao with wide eyes, angrily, "Isn't that so? If it weren't for you, would the two emperors be able to fight?"
Song Jiao snorted coldly and released her hand. "Brains are a good thing, but it's a pity that you don't have them! As emperors, they didn't fulfill their duties, but instead fought over some trivial matters. Is this my fault?"
Her words were as sharp as the cold wind, going straight to the heart of the matter.
The immortals were shocked by her domineering attitude, and for a moment no one dared to speak out in rebuttal.
Shui Liuli was still disdainful, "But you can't say that this matter has nothing to do with you."
A hint of coldness flashed in Song Jiao's eyes. She swung Shui Liuli with all her might, throwing her away like trash. Shui Liuli arced through the air and fell heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
"Since you're so determined to convict me, why don't you go to the Ancient Altar and ask?" Song Jiao's tone revealed an unquestionable dominance. "If the Ancient God says I'm guilty, I admit it!"
Her words shocked all the immortals present. The ancient altar was the most sacred place in the immortal world. It was said that one could communicate directly with the ancient gods and get the most fair judgment.
But igniting the divine fire is no easy task; it requires powerful cultivation and devout faith."
Shui Liuli struggled to stand up, her eyes wide open, staring at Song Jiao angrily, "You...how dare you do this to me!"
Song Jiao didn't even look at her, but continued coldly: "But if there is no crime, then you, Shui Liuli, can wait to die!"
Before she finished speaking, she flashed and appeared in front of the ancient altar.
Song Jiao formed seals with her hands, and her powerful cultivation surged out, directly and forcibly bringing a group of immortals to the altar.
She waved her hand casually, and the sacred fire on the altar began to burn fiercely. The flames illuminated her face, making her look even more domineering and awe-inspiring.
"Ancient God, you have seen what happened today. May I ask if Yan Xue is at fault?"
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