Chapter 267
I had a very long dream about farewell.
At the misty Heavenly Gate, he had just returned from the East Sea. His silver-white armor was still stained with a few drops of the demonic dragon's blood. He rode his dragon-horned horse and leaped across the Tian River with great pride.
He was extremely tired.
So he found a quiet place in the realm of gods and went to sleep.
The arrogant and conceited Chilong had a bad temper and had killed thousands of demons with his domineering divine power, so he had naturally offended many gods.
Naturally, no one disturbed him.
When Wei Jue woke up, he found himself lying in Tianshui Valley. Bored, he went to the place he had visited several times before.
In the desolate Tianshui Valley, a small flame burns.
As Jue approached, he looked down at the tiny flower bud and said:
"You little rascal."
"I've been in the East China Sea for so long, how come you're still so small?" Wei Jue squatted down and teased it with his fingertip.
The crimson petals parted slightly, as if they were somewhat angry.
Are you still angry?
Wei Jue couldn't help but find it amusing: "You've cultivated in the God Realm for a hundred years, yet your cultivation hasn't improved at all."
"Who knows, some blind monster might swallow it whole someday." He deliberately tried to scare it.
The crimson petals suddenly curled up and closed tightly, completely ignoring his presence.
"Hmph, you've certainly got a temper now." Wei Jue took something out of his spirit pouch, opened the bottle, and poured out a few drops of Donghai Divine Essence. He said to himself:
"The treasure of the East Sea Dragon Clan".
"I just don't know if using something stupid in the realm of gods will help it improve its cultivation."
The East Sea God descended, nourishing the roots of the Scarlet Flower, and its petals slowly unfurled.
After waiting for a long time, I finally sensed a slight increase in its spiritual power, and I couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache:
"Only such a small increase in cultivation level?!"
"You really are..."
"A clumsy little blade of grass."
Just as Scarlet Flower was starting to feel a little better, she immediately changed direction after hearing his words.
I absolutely don't want to talk to him anymore!
......
When the divine realm goes to war against the demon realm, the figure of Jue is always indispensable, so the divine soldiers sometimes find that their generals are keen to find rare and precious treasures.
What kind of mermaid's offspring water pearl...?
The Demon Clan's Fengling Stone...
The morning mist of the immortals...
He even broke into the barrier and almost cut off a branch from the phoenix tree in the divine realm where Yuan Feng had perished. When Lingbao Tianzun rushed over and saw him wielding his sword to cut down the tree, he was so frightened that he almost tripped and fell.
In the end, it was Lingbao Tianzun who used three furnaces of divine pills to ensure the phoenix tree in the divine realm remained intact.
After this incident, the Celestial Venerable was so angry that he did not leave his home for over a hundred years.
Some demon spies, wanting to infiltrate the divine army and gain Wei Jue's trust, secretly sent him a considerable number of spiritual treasures from the Six Realms, but to their surprise, Wei Jue accepted them all.
Then, he kicked them all off the realm of gods.
The war between the divine realm and the demon realm has not stopped after a hundred years. This time, the Demon Lord has come with great force, and his army includes many demon kings and demon spirits. It seems that he intends to wash the divine realm in blood and unify the six realms.
Seeing this, the celestial realm also got involved.
The demon race and the underworld remain neutral, while the ghost realm seems to be secretly colluding with the demon realm.
War and bloodshed hung heavy in the hearts of every member of the divine forces, and on the endless, never-ending battlefield, each sword strike reaped nothing but the flesh and blood of the enemy...
And then there's the fighting spirit within.
This war has lasted for two hundred years.
When the armies of the two realms clashed at Linghu Terrace, countless severed limbs littered the battlefield. The generals of the divine realm watched helplessly as the demonic spirits ripped out the divine bones of their own brothers one by one. They were furious and roared, wanting to shatter all the filth and bloodshed in this world!
A majestic and proud dragon descended upon the battlefield.
With a flick of his dragon tail, he devoured millions of demon soldiers and charged headlong into the demon realm's ranks, recklessly attacking the demon spirit beside the Demon Lord.
His dragon fangs crushed the demon's head, and his dragon claws snapped the demon king's shoulder.
In the Battle of Linghu Terrace, the divine realm suffered heavy losses, and Jue was also severely wounded.
When the snow-white figure crashed into the Khotan Valley, the weather changed drastically. Wei Jue could no longer maintain his human form, and his enormous dragon body smashed a large crater in the valley.
He weakly opened his tired eyelids, and a hint of crimson seemed to sway.
"You...you little blade of grass..."
Wei Jue wanted to say something, but he coughed up a lot of black blood. The power of the Demon Lord was still rampaging through his body, leaving him with no strength to move an inch.
His instinctive reaction was...
Fortunately, it wasn't run over.
Wei Jue vaguely saw that touch of crimson, and quietly approached him until she felt a subtle and gentle healing power on his wound.
Although that power was hardly enough to heal his wounds.
He slowly closed his eyes.
It was clearly just a small, magical herb...
How foolish.
......
The entry of the celestial realm into the war gave the divine army a brief respite.
I've heard that the Phoenix Clan fought a bloody battle on the front lines of the great war, engaging in a fierce struggle against numerous demon kings, with the tail feathers of every Phoenix Clan member scorched by the flames of war.
The Phoenix Clan was small in number and, for some unknown reason, was annihilated by the Demon Army.
One phoenix after another fell from the sky, leaving behind a tragic scene of flames being extinguished.
Their bodies crashed into the demon ranks, where they were swarmed and looted by the demons.
When he returned to the battlefield, he overheard the surrounding gods whispering among themselves:
"The Phoenix Clan was completely wiped out in the great war."
"This... this clan... how could this be?" Her voice trembled with regret.
“The Phoenix Clan is extremely difficult to reproduce, and now, apart from the youngest princess, all the members of the clan have come to the battlefield.”
"They were all dead, and only one member of the Phoenix Clan remained."
"This is a tragedy for the world."
"When will this battle finally end...?"
........
Standing high above the clouds, the long blade he held gleamed with a faint cold light, and his vast eyes were filled with the bloody scenes of the battlefield.
One god was devoured by demons.
The demons were once again cleaved in two by a sword beam.
The endless cycle of reincarnation caused Wei Jue to pull the long blade from the blood again and again from the bodies of demons, and he stood proudly on the battlefield.
Slaughter, demon.
Slaughter, demon spirit.
Slaughter, Demon King.
He made great contributions to the divine realm, and his name was widely circulated among the army for many days.
On the eve of the final battle, Wei Jue returned to Tian Shui Valley in the God Realm, wanting to see the little flower bud he had nurtured for many years.
Several hundred years is not a long time.
She is no longer a flower bud.
The crimson petals swayed in the wind, blooming in full glory.
The pale blue flower stamens resemble a ray of moonlight.
Now, Jue's eyebrows and eyes are much more profound, and the youthful air is no longer visible, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the arrogant look in Chilong's vast eyes.
As a member of the supreme dragon race, he should naturally have this pride.
His silver-white armor was covered with countless scars, his snow-white hair was tied up with a high crown, and there were still unhealed wounds on the back of his hands caused by the demons' corruption.
"Little Spirit Grass," he called to her.
She heard the crimson petals tremble slightly.
"Tomorrow will be the final battle," Wei Jue murmured.
"It's almost over."
He had no friends in the realm of gods, and the only person he could think of at that moment was her, so he came.
Even though a magical herb cannot speak, he still wanted to say to her:
"I will win."
"By the time I win, you'll have grown up."
With a smile, Chilong's eyes resembled a pool of stars. He mischievously touched her flower stamen, but seeing that he had angered her again, he closed the petals.
Looking at her, and thinking about tomorrow's battle, his expression became unusually serious:
"Once we win, I can take you to see the Six Realms."
"By the way, you didn't like any of the magical treasures I found for you before?"
Why are you such a picky eater?
"I could practically build a palace just from the things you don't like," Wei Jue muttered to himself as he lay down beside her helplessly.
"It's quite troublesome to grow a stupid little grass."
He thought carefully about the magical treasure that the little flower bud liked.
That day, Wei Jue said a lot of things. He didn't actually think he would lose, or that the God Realm would lose. It was just that the vague unease in his heart made him feel a little breathless.
He recounted how the God of War, Xiguang, led tens of thousands of divine soldiers through the sky, and how the Goddess of Jixin began to beat the war drums.
The 100,000-strong divine army was already fully prepared and ready to go.
He waited until the very last moment before getting up:
"You still don't seem to like the elixir from the Celestial Venerable Lingbao."
He then thought of the Phoenix Tree on the parasol tree, but there was no time left for him.
The war drums of the divine realm sounded, and a dozen or so divine beasts at the edge of the battlefield began to stir, waiting only for a command to charge into the enemy camp.
Even though Jue saw her petals drooping, he still couldn't bear it.
"Wait for me to come back."
As he turned around, the wound on the back of his hand reopened, and golden divine blood splattered onto the pistil of the Moonflower.
"I will definitely come back."
......
What happened afterward, Wei Jue felt that the memory was long enough.
In the great battle, the divine realm emerged victorious.
But he could only watch helplessly as the divine realm slowly crumbled before his eyes.
On that day, an ancient nail was driven into his heart, and one after another, dragon chains bound him tightly.
He wanted to break free of the dragon chains, but could only feel the loss of divine power. Imprisoned in the underworld for millions of years, he looked up countless times, gazing in the direction of the divine realm.
Because that's where his past lies.
And the little spirit herb he cultivated.
He became the Lord of the Underworld, and since taking office, he has been surrounded by countless hellfires. For Bai Xie, this symbolic power of status is nothing more than endless torment inflicted upon him by that person.
Hellfire is the greatest enemy of dragons.
Over millions of years, he exerted all his strength to carve out a fragment of his evil soul, allowing him a brief respite.
As the Lord of the Underworld, his evil spirit is called Bai Xie.
And he is—
The gods, that is the key.
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