Chapter 180: Thousand Years of Memory, the Gods Wept



The woman, dressed in red, stood on the top of a high mountain. She watched as the demonic energy she had just suppressed gradually spread towards the three realms.

Her delicate face, like jade, showed an expression of being ready to die.

"Wanwan, how about...think of another solution?"

The Emperor reached out, trying to pull him back. That was the first time he noticed his daughter's greatness. The first time he felt heartache.

"Wanwan, under the Way of Heaven. In the Three Realms, there are countless gods. Why do you have to sacrifice all living things?"

The queen looked at her daughter with heartache.

"Because I am a god, the most suitable god to seal her."

The woman's smile was cold, as if she had been accustomed to indifference for thousands of years. Only the Queen knew that it was not that she did not envy family affection, but that she no longer expected it.

All living beings envy gods, but she envied the common people in the lower realms who could have children around them. But they were gods, and there were too many things in the three realms that needed them to deal with.

Whether they or the children, they are the faith in the hearts of all living beings and the pillars of all living beings.

The woman jumped off the mountain, her body transformed into a flash of red light, and attacked the place where the evil energy was emanating.

In an instant, the red light sealed the Demon King tightly. The Three Realms were once again in a state of rare tranquility.

The gods could not stop crying, and all beings in the three realms knelt on the ground and watched them go.

In an instant, the heavens were shaken and the ghosts wept. Her magic weapons and clothes were scattered to every corner of the continent.

For the first time, the Emperor of Heaven discovered that even gods have an end to their lives. Gods, too, experience separation and death. For thousands of years, his daughter, who hadn't stopped to pay attention, was gone forever at that moment.

The Emperor of Heaven and the Empress of Heaven knelt on the ground, weeping in agony. All the gods saw the Emperor of Heaven at his most vulnerable.

Between heaven and earth, an obsession was transmitted: If there is an afterlife, I will never be a god again!

If there is an afterlife, I will no longer be a god...

A voice like a telepathic echo echoed through the air, echoing between heaven and earth. The Emperor of Heaven sighed, heartbroken. It was as if the one who owed her the most in the world was this father.

Wanwan couldn't help shedding tears as the scene, like watching a movie, entered her ears. At the same time, the memories in her mind reappeared bit by bit.

She was surprised to find that the life that had just happened, which was like a movie, seemed to be the previous life of her previous life.

In those memories, she seemed to have been fantasizing about something but never got it.

[So being a god is actually like that. I'm afraid I'm crazy. After cultivating immortality, I'm actually planning to ascend. Luckily, a thunderbolt struck her back.]

[I shouldn't have argued with Daddy. Studying is good too!]

Suddenly I felt that Emperor Wu of Xia and his mother's love for her was still very pure.

I didn't use her abilities to achieve my goals. I just wanted her to be happy.

The Emperor of Heaven looked at him with heartache in the sky. She was not the only one who cried when she recalled that memory. Ever since Wanwan left the Heavenly Palace, tears often flashed in the corners of the Emperor's eyes.

The gods all miss the person who sacrificed her body for the three realms, and all living beings have built a tomb for her.

In her previous life, she was able to accumulate so much spiritual power in such a short period of time. From the beginning, she was more powerful than her brothers. Later, she was even the most powerful in the entire sect. Even the master was not as powerful as her.

This was probably the strength given to her by the common people. Wanwan sighed. She didn't regret the sacrifice, but she didn't want to do it again. It felt so good to be a child with parents' love.

The spirit in the bottle came over and kissed her on the cheek. In an instant, all the spiritual power collected in the bottle was poured into her body.

All kinds of spiritual power were poured into her dantian. It seemed that this treasure bottle had accumulated spiritual power for a very long time. In an instant, her eight spiritual roots were poured into countless spiritual powers.

A red light shot straight up into the sky. All the gods witnessed this scene.

"The little princess's cultivation seems to have improved so much in an instant."

"Then she is better than all of us."

"It seems that he is going to jump three levels directly from Heavenly Master, skipping the Earthly Immortal and Human Immortal realms, and reaching the Heavenly Immortal realm."

"Then the little princess can ascend to become an immortal directly. If she can't ascend to become an immortal, the gods will not agree."

The Emperor frowned and smiled helplessly, "She doesn't seem to want to ascend."

The gods were silent for a while...

If this continues from now on, all the gods in the divine world will become Wanwan's subordinates.

Heavens, why weren't they the ones suitable for sacrifice in the first place? If anyone knew that sacrificing their soul and body would bring them so many gifts from heaven and earth, everyone would be willing to do it.

However, all the gods knew that the only little princess in heaven had sacrificed herself without hesitation, ready to die. She had never imagined that she would one day be resurrected by Guanyin's Soul Weaving.

If it were them, they might not be as brave as her.

Those who have such envious thoughts will scold themselves in their hearts and feel extremely ashamed!

All of this is what she deserves!

The gods sighed and said, since the little princess likes to play in the underworld, let her play!

*

After Wanwan absorbed all her spiritual energy into her body, she suddenly felt her cultivation level surge. If the Great Demon King attacked again next time, she probably wouldn't be so scared.

The Demon King had been suppressed for thousands of years, and his cultivation had declined sharply, so she had to cultivate at a speed that could keep up with him.

Master Jiutian, standing in the distance, couldn't help but be amazed by this scene. Longyan Nation, who knew how many lifetimes of blessings it had cultivated to receive the blessing of such a goddess between heaven and earth.

Of course, the Saint also saw it. Many people saw it. The Saint stared at the light in the direction of the palace, and was extremely surprised.

But what she felt more was jealousy. Why was such a talented person not born in her country?

Helian Yuner, who had been vomiting all night, also saw it, and her nails were embedded in the flesh!

She looked at the scene weakly, feeling a hatred in her heart that could never be overcome.

She shouldn't be in this time and space. In this time and space, there is Xia Wanwan, and there is no room for her to perform.

When Wanwan opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.

Wanwan hadn't slept all night, but she was full of energy. Xia Mochen stared at Wanwan. He seemed to feel a heat in his body last night.

Being connected with her heart, he knew that Wanwan must have made great progress in her cultivation last night.

But no matter what he wanted to ask, he finally kept his mouth shut.

After Emperor Wu of Xia left court, he did not go directly to the imperial study. Instead, he came to see if Wanwan was still angry. He had heard people in the court mention the red light last night early in the morning, saying it was an auspicious sign.

Most likely, Emperor Wu of Xia knew that it was Wanwan who came up with it. He had just acquired a new magic weapon, so why not tinker with it?

Emperor Wu of Xia walked over, squatted down, and gently held Wanwan in his arms. "Dear, Daddy has thought it through regarding your studies. You still have to go to school. In view of your talent, I have arranged two hours of lessons for you every day. The rest of the time is all yours."

For Wanwan, the only thing she can do is to let her experience the school atmosphere appropriately.

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