Chapter 810: Awakening 2
When the unconscious Huang Rongyu was brought back to her palace by the anxious Wuyin, the guard who came to deliver the message was also flustered and stood there at a loss.
Upon seeing this, Xie Qingui immediately said coldly to the guard, "Go and tell the Holy Sect that His Highness the Third Prince is unwell today, and we will discuss this matter another day."
The guard snapped out of his daze, quickly turned around, and took his leave.
"Let's go check on Rongyu's condition." Xie Qingui grabbed Yun Fusang and strode towards Huang Rongyu's palace.
Upon entering the palace, the two saw Huang Rongyu lying on the bed—his eyes were tightly closed, grief lingered on his brows, and his face was frighteningly pale.
Wuyin lifted Huang Rongyu's hand and carefully felt his pulse with his fingertips.
Xie Qingui and Yun Fusang exchanged a glance, both seeing tension and unease in each other's eyes.
Why did Rong Yu suddenly...?
Did she faint because she was devastated by hearing the news about Xiao Fei and her emotions were too turbulent?
However, in the next moment, everyone saw Huang Rongyu's black hair suddenly turn white inch by inch!
Xie Qingui's face paled in shock: "Wuyin, what's wrong with Rong Yu...?"
Wuyin's expression was solemn. After a long while, he put down Huang Rongyu's hand, reached out his fingertips to smooth out Huang Rongyu's furrowed brows, and whispered, "Awakened."
The boys and girls behind them were all stunned: Awakening?
What awakening?!
"You two go back first. We'll pay a visit together after the master wakes up." Wuyin turned to look at the two of them, paused for a moment, and then said, "Don't tell anyone about what happened today."
...
When Huang Rongyu opened her eyes, she found herself above a vast expanse of white clouds.
Where is this?
Huang Rongyu sat up, clutching her throbbing head. After looking around, she noticed a white-robed man sitting cross-legged on another cloud not far away, facing her sideways. A seven-stringed zither rested on his lap, and his long black hair hung down, obscuring his face.
Huang Rongyu had seen this figure many times before.
He stood up and strode forward, walking step by step on the floating clouds to the man in white.
As he drew closer, he finally saw the man's face clearly—
With sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a face as white as jade, and a faint glow on her fair skin, her ink-black hair was untied and swayed in the gentle breeze. Her moon-white robe was elegant and pure, like a holy deity that was unattainable, like the bright moon in the night sky, inspiring a sense of awe in people.
His slender hands gently caressed the Fuguang seven-stringed zither, his movements gentle, his eyes warm, as if he were reuniting with a long-lost friend.
Huang Rongyu gazed at the man silently for a long while before speaking, "The Divine Lord's Mirror Palace?"
The man raised his eyes to meet Huang Rongyu's gaze. After a brief exchange of glances, a slight smile appeared on his lips: "I am no longer a God-King. You can call me Jingque directly."
"I've already heard that I am the reincarnation of a wisp of your remnant soul," Huang Rongyu said calmly.
Jingque laughed again upon hearing this: "Lingxu told you, didn't he?"
Huang Rongyu narrowed her eyes: "I have seen you appear several times before, but only this time can I see your face clearly."
"You chose to appear before me this time to take away this remnant of my soul, so that you can regain your position as the ruler of the Nine Heavens?"
The boy's question was sharp and direct. Jingque did not reply, but gently plucked a note on the seven-stringed zither.
A moment later, Jing Que slowly stood up and handed the Fu Guang Seven-Stringed Zither to Huang Rongyu.
Huang Rongyu was slightly taken aback, but when she looked up, she saw the man chuckling and saying, "The glory of Mirror Palace is now in the past. We are one, inseparable. Therefore, you can decide the path you want to take."
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