"You!" Zhou Xiaotong roared, then lowered his voice and sneered, "Go ahead and be quick with your words, you won't have a chance to speak again later."
"Are you so confident you can kill me?"
Zhou Xiaotong's gaze seemed wary, especially when it fell on Qinghe's bracelet, but she pretended to be calm and slowly took something out of her sleeve.
"I think you're familiar with this, right?"
Qinghe looked into her palm, where a bell was quietly placed. If Qinghe hadn't already known the power of the Demonic Bell, she would have thought it was just an ordinary ornament.
"So it was you who brought me here," Qinghe said.
Zhou Xiaotong stroked the bell, her expression somewhat sickly. "Yes, back then when I cultivated the Yin Rakshasa, my spiritual power increased greatly, but I was still defeated by you. How could I accept that? Fortunately, the Demon Lord brought my soul back and let me possess the Demon Bell, which gave me the opportunity to capture you."
Qinghe chuckled, "It seems Ji Chen has treated you quite well." She twirled a strand of hair, "Indeed, he would make the most of a pawn that is still somewhat useful."
Zhou Xiaotong looked at her with a cold smile, her eyes as icy as a snake's tongue, "Go ahead and be quick with your words, you'll soon be speechless."
As the surrounding demonic energy intensified, Zhou Xiaotong tossed the Demonic Bell high into the air, channeling her energy into her hands to control the demonic energy. The demonic energy bound Qinghe like chains, rendering his entire body immobile.
Zhou Xiaotong laughed, her transparent body twisting in an instant. She suddenly approached Qinghe, pointing a finger at Qinghe's brow, her magic overflowing, attempting to possess Qinghe!
The process of possession was very painful. Qinghe's eyes were glazed over, and his usually indifferent gaze became even colder. After a long time, his beautiful eyes lost their luster.
When she opened her eyes again, her pupils had turned crimson. Qinghe, now Zhou Xiaotong, smiled wickedly, admiring her new body.
"It's really beautiful, much prettier than the last one."
...
Yujia Snow Mountain.
The long-awaited battle of the five gates has finally arrived.
The leaders of the five major sects agreed to a contest at Yujia Snow Mountain. Inside Tianqi Academy, Yu Zhi Qiu approached Zhuge Changdeng, took out the life talisman that had been buried in Zhuge Changdeng's body, and moved it to Zhuge Hongming's body.
The Burial Flower Talisman is a treasure of the Hall of Longevity, and the Life Talisman and the Miraculous Elixir are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, yet Zhuge Hongming did not notice this.
On the day of the Grand Competition, the Lord of the Hall of Longevity colluded with Ji Chen, and the Demon Army set up a great formation to trap the people of the five major sects in Yujia Snow Mountain. Lingyin transformed into Qinghe's appearance and entered the place where the Divine Pearl was placed. With the help of the traitor Han Jinliang, she obtained the Divine Pearl. However, she knew the incantation to break the seal, but her power was insufficient. Yanluo arrived, broke the seal, and obtained the Divine Pearl. She took the Divine Pearl to Yujia Snow Mountain, intending to take this opportunity to completely destroy the four major sects. It turned out that Yu Zhiqiu was the Lord of the Hall of Longevity.
With the Divine Pearl in hand, no one could stand against them. Qi Changfeng and the others fought valiantly. Mo Junqian, the male protagonist, was protected by the Heavenly Dao and would be safe. He faced Ji Chen, and when Ji Chen tried to kill him, Mo Junqian, as the male protagonist, emitted golden light and severely injured Ji Chen. Ji Chen believed that he was the last Divine Pearl. The demon army obtained the Divine Pearl and captured everyone, taking them back to Yihuang Mountain. Ji Chen, however, took the Divine Pearl and Mo Junqian to the God Realm. Yan Luo came to visit in the Fire Hell and had a conversation with Li Jiang. Ji Chen, holding four Divine Pearls, defeated Dong Jun and killed all the gods of Futu Mountain. The gods retreated to the Suoyao Temple, where the Divine Tree appeared and saved their lives. However, Ji Chen soon discovered them and also found the remnant soul of the Goddess Lingxi. Overjoyed, he captured her but still controlled the gods to use for his own purposes.
In the desolate mountains, Qi Rong finally awoke. His divine power had returned, his soul was intact, and his strength was formidable. Yan Luo fought him, and the two were evenly matched. No matter how they fought, the result would be mutual destruction. Yan Luo's lifespan was coming to an end, and she was about to enter her tenth reincarnation. That was a restriction placed on her by the ancient god. Before leaving, the god let them go. The group went to Mount Futu together. When they fought against Ji Chen and the demon army, the divine pearls were fixed at the four corners of Mount Futu. Mo Junqian was placed in the center of the mountain palace, connected to the four pearls. Unfortunately, he was not the last divine pearl and could not lift Mount Futu into the air. Ji Chen was killed, and even in his dying moments, he could not believe it.
Mount Futu trembled, and the divine light emitted by the four divine pearls made Qinghe uncomfortable. She cried out, her body radiating golden light, resonating with the four divine pearls. The Divine Record also returned to its complete form, transforming into countless runes that fixed Mount Futu in the air, turning it into a celestial mountain in the sky. Qinghe, having reached her limit, fainted. Qirong carried her back to the Dew Flower Terrace. The Black Sea flowed into the mortal world, causing floods that drowned countless people.
The floods continued to rage, causing immense suffering and death. Qi Rong lived a simple life with Qing He. He even built an identical Dew Flower Terrace in a certain place on Moon Mountain. The swing was the same, one played the zither, the other practiced swordsmanship. People kept coming to persuade him to give up, but Qi Rong couldn't bear to.
During this time, Mo Junqian, Qi Changfeng, and Shen Xun came, but the world was still in turmoil. Qi Rong knew he couldn't keep Qing He, so one day he pretended to collect debts, but actually he wanted to let Qing He go. Qing He understood his meaning and left alone, arriving at Futu Mountain. Qing He transformed into the Zhentian Pearl, and Futu Mountain became a true sacred mountain. The floods stopped, and the world was at peace.
Qi Rong waited alone in the small wooden house for a long time, one year, two years, thirty years, fifty years. During this time, Shen Xun came once to say goodbye. Shen Lu had recovered, and his injuries had also healed. He was leaving to go elsewhere, and Qi Rong saw him off, getting very drunk. Mo Junqian also went to travel to the Three Realms until the last day of the fiftieth year, when Qing He returned.
A tearing pain suddenly surged through her body, but she could not resist, nor could she fight back; she could only grit her teeth and endure this hellish agony.
In the moment before she lost consciousness, she was in so much pain that her eyes were blank and unfocused, and her body felt completely drained.
So this is what death feels like.
She twisted her neck with difficulty, stared at a point in the void, not knowing where she was looking, uttered something softly, and then completely lost consciousness.
In the instant his soul was destroyed, Qinghe's body instantly dissipated, turning into specks of golden light floating in the air.
Then they converged back to the center point until a complete Heaven-Stabilizing Pearl appeared in the void.
From then on, the five pearls returned to their places, fixing Mount Futu in the void, and the Black Water stopped flowing, thus securing it between the four seas.
The world is at peace.
The floodwaters have receded, and the disaster victims at the foot of the mountain are cheering with joy.
This scene filled Shen Xun with boundless sorrow. Perhaps only he saw it: Qinghe's final murmur was spoken to Qi Rong, and also to the world—
sorry.
...
Let us return home.
On this day, as usual, Qi Rong sat in the courtyard, pondering how to renovate Lu Hua Terrace again.
The clouds drifted lazily across the sky, and the weather was lovely.
Everything was so quiet.
After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, a breeze began to blow, carrying with it the rustling sound of falling leaves.
He suddenly looked up, his pupils contracted sharply the next instant, and he turned around abruptly as if he had anticipated something.
On the swing that once stood on the large stone slab, a figure sat prominently, dressed in a light white gauze robe with wide sleeves that fluttered in the wind, with fiery red maple leaves falling and appearing and disappearing in the distance.
He and she gazed at each other from a distance, their every smile and frown a reminder of the past.
"You're back?"
"Um."
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