Shu Yun, who was just running around in the mortal world taking care of Nanpu's children, and then seeing her parents silently pass away in the depths of the Demon Abyss and feeling a little tired, never imagined that her rest these days would be seen by outsiders as tacitly agreeing to protect that demon god mortal, and by the people of Penglai as being heartbroken.
Shu Yun dug up her private stash of Forget-Worry Wine, patted the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, and the gnarled and sturdy branches wriggled and wove together to form a recliner.
She leaned back comfortably, and the recliner swayed gently at a pleasant pace, enjoying a leisurely time.
When Feng Ziyi returned from the mortal realm, he didn't go to the Nine Heavens to see his father but went straight to Penglai. When he saw her still sleepy-eyed, he made no attempt to hide his good mood.
"Have you been staying in Penglai the whole time?"
"What else?" Shu Yun glanced at him and yawned. "Go back and tell your father not to forget about those ten years' worth of pills."
“Of course, of course,” Feng Ziyi smiled happily, his eyes narrowed, with a hint of slyness. “I won’t disturb your sleep anymore. I’m going back to the Ninth Heaven.”
Shu Yun waved her hand, "Go on, don't disturb my rest anymore."
In recent days, apart from meeting Feng Ziyi once more than ten days ago when he returned from his tribulation, she has turned away all other irrelevant people, and the reason for her refusal is simple and blunt - "They annoy me."
The bonds between families among immortals are not as strong as those among mortals. They receive little companionship and discipline during childhood, and in short, their family ties are weak. The Shu family in Penglai is no exception. Shu Yun grew up mostly among spirits and monsters. However, compared to other immortal families, Shu Yun probably received the most companionship from his parents.
This is why Shu Yun finds it more difficult to let go of life, death, and separation than other immortals.
The Kunlun wood and red camellia deep in the Mo Yuan have lost their vitality forever, and Shu Yun has also lost her loved ones forever. Standing among the mountains, amidst the fluttering petals, even though she had single-handedly supported Penglai since she was very young, she suddenly felt somewhat lonely in the vast Three Realms.
She stayed alone in the Penglai Palace to process her emotions, so as not to let those little spirits of Penglai keep circling around her and worrying about her too much.
As for Jiang Yan, the male protagonist in the rumor of being heartbroken, Shu Yun has hardly thought about him these days. With his abilities and intelligence, there is nothing for her to worry about. Moreover, that accident made Shu Yun want to distance herself from him.
She was, after all, a goddess who had lived for tens of thousands of years and had experienced the tribulations of love; what didn't she understand?
The cherry tree, with its lush foliage and blooming blossoms, seemed to sense the emotions of the people below. The wind rushing through Penglai swirled among the branches and leaves, scattering the blossoms, and the delicate pink petals fluttered down.
Soft petals gently brushed against Shu Yun's dress, a cool sensation on her skin. Shu Yun picked up a petal and smiled faintly, "I know he's just a mortal, and I'm no longer the child who experienced love's tribulations for the first time."
She loosened her two fingers, and the pink petals lingered on her fingertips for a moment before flying into the sky on the long wind, heading towards an unknown distance.
Shu Yun drank too much of the Forget-Me-Not wine, curled up in her chaise lounge, and fell into a deep sleep. Countless petals lingered and fell onto her skirt, spreading out densely.
The highest point of the four seas and eight wastelands is inherently so dull and desolate.
The underworld.
The judge squinted at the white figure on the Bridge of Helplessness, shook his head, and went back to his work.
Black and White Impermanence, along with a group of little devils, returned from the road to the underworld, carrying new souls, their path strewn with fiery red spider lilies.
Why is he still standing there?
Bai Wuchang tugged at the unruly spirit in his hand and gestured with his chin toward the Bridge of Helplessness.
Black Impermanence shrugged. "How would I know? They said they were waiting for someone, but we've been waiting for over ten years and haven't seen a single person."
The little ghosts standing nearby looked at the person curiously. They were busy with their work and had low status. They only knew that the person's identity was somewhat different. His wandering spirit was against the rules, but Yama and Meng Po both turned a blind eye to his behavior.
One of the escorted spirits, unaware of the situation, asked, "Why isn't that person in line?"
The quick-witted imp chuckled and replied, "Humans are emperors, and according to the rules, the underworld cannot force the souls of human emperors into reincarnation."
The ghost looked on with envy, "Being an emperor has these advantages too."
“Not just any emperor will do,” Black Impermanence shook his head. “Only those with dragon aura can be chosen. Some unknown leaders won’t do. They have to be figures who can influence human history.”
As the group gradually approached the Bridge of Helplessness, the figure on the bridge became clearer.
He was dressed in a pure white robe, tall and elegant, with long black hair hanging down. He was looking down at the clear stream under the Bridge of Helplessness, his expression unreadable.
As if sensing the arrival of the Black and White Impermanence, the person who had been standing there looked up.
With a face like jade, a high nose bridge, and two light-colored thin lips slightly pursed, his deep black eyes, as calm and indifferent as a pool, swept over the faces of the group of people, and then withdrew his gaze after not seeing the person he wanted to see.
The ghost brought to the underworld gasped, "Emperors can be this handsome? Have I been dead for too long? I've never heard of such a thing."
Some of the more educated among the ghosts searched their minds and recalled a legend: "Could it be the founding emperor who unified the Three Kingdoms and ushered in the prosperous Jingguo era?"
The kid next to him also became interested, "You know about his background?"
The Black and White Impermanence did not stop it; this was a minor matter and no big deal.
"This man is incredibly capable. He quelled the chaos of the world and his strategic skills are unparalleled. It is said that before becoming emperor, he was the last disciple of a great Confucian scholar of the time."
"More than his achievements that have been passed down through the ages, what people talk about most is his beauty, which far surpasses that of Pan An, and his empty harem throughout his life."
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