Upon hearing this news, Shen Xun paused for two seconds, then subconsciously said, "Impossible."
Lingxi glared at him sharply and retorted, "Why is it impossible?"
Gong Xi was put on the guillotine by the gods a hundred years ago and was beheaded in front of everyone by the Heavenly Guillotine. His head rolled down and blood splattered everywhere. She saw it with her own eyes.
The gods who were beheaded by the Heavenly Executioner could not possibly have a chance to be resurrected. Gong Xi was doomed, so why would this person say it was impossible?
Shen Xun ignored Ling Xi's question. He lowered his head and stared at a spot on the ground. His mind was like a wad of cotton wool, which had been blown away by Ling Xi's light words. Now he was in complete chaos.
He naturally didn't believe that Gong Xi was dead, but if he wasn't dead, why hadn't he been able to find him for so many years?
If Gong Xi were dead, given his personality, he would surely destroy his own things. But over the years, apart from occasional dull pain in his chest, he had not felt like he was on the verge of death. Based on this, he was certain that Gong Xi was not dead, but had escaped by some means.
But the Three Realms are so vast, where would he go if he were still alive?
"what's on your mind?"
Shen Xun raised his eyes, and Ling Xi's face was very close to his.
"nothing."
Lingxi asked again, "Why don't you believe that Gong Xi is dead?"
Shen Xun put aside his thoughts and replied perfunctorily, "I know a little about the rumors about Gong Xi, but I just don't quite believe that he ended up being beheaded by the Heavenly Executioner."
Lingxi scrutinized him with suspicion, then scoffed, "Given his character, being killed by the Heavenly Executioner was too lenient for him." She clenched her fist, her voice cold: "If it were me, I would have utterly annihilated him, leaving no trace of his body!"
The cold, sharp words that came from her mouth sent chills down one's spine, a stark contrast to her previous gentle and docile demeanor.
It seems that even the kindest people have their moments of losing their temper, especially women.
Judging from what she said, her hatred for Gong Xi was palpable, suggesting a deep-seated grudge between them. It's unclear what this had to do with her death.
After saying this, Lingxi stopped talking, turned around, and floated away alone.
Shen Xun stared at her retreating figure until Ling Xi disappeared from sight before turning his gaze away.
After standing there for a moment, Shen Xun suddenly felt a gentle tug on his sleeve. He looked down and saw the nine-headed Fiery Phoenix, now in its original form, standing beside him. Its small, agile head nuzzled against his sleeve, and its crimson eyes guided him toward Qing He.
Shen Xun looked over and saw that Qinghe, who was next to the tree coffin, was enveloped in milky white light, with a white halo shimmering around her. This was a sign of advancement.
Shen Xun recalled that when they were in the sea of epiphyllum flowers in front of the Black Sea, Qing He had shown signs of advancing, but she had suppressed it. Now it seemed that she could no longer suppress it.
There was no one else around except for Qi Rong, a person in a vegetative state who was lying in a coffin and could not move. So it was only natural for him to walk to Qing He's side and protect her.
Actually, there's no need for guardians in a place like this, because with the strength of that ancient tree root that's been alive for over a thousand years, no one can get in here.
But he did it anyway; standing there like an idiot was too boring, he just wanted to find something to do.
The white halo gradually intensified, enveloping Qinghe and his entire body.
In the early stages of cultivation advancement, the effects are not immediately apparent, but at the level of Qinghe, each advancement causes changes in the heavens and earth, with thunder and lightning, and flying sand and stones all possible. However, since they are now in this divine tree space and with Shen Xun protecting them, such situations will not occur.
The process of advancement was long and arduous. Shen Xun stood quietly to the side, lost in thought, while the nine-headed Fiery Phoenix hopped and skipped around in the space, unafraid of the pure spiritual energy of the divine realm.
The atmosphere became quiet and peaceful.
In the divine realm, inside the bedchamber of the God Lord Su Feng, the atmosphere was cold and oppressive. The palace maids who came to deliver the meal came and went in a hurry, rubbing their arms as they left, perhaps unable to bear the chill in the room.
After the last palace maid left the temple, she whispered to another palace maid when she was far away, "The tastes of this Lord Sufeng are truly unfathomable. There are no decorations in the temple, and the air is unbearably cold."
Another palace maid said, "Keep your voice down! How dare you discuss the deity like that!"
The palace maid covered her mouth with her hand, looked around, and said, "I wonder where this deity came from. I've never seen him before."
Another palace maid said, "You arrived late, so there are many things that even I don't know, let alone you. I've only heard from others that this Lord Sufeng existed in ancient times and has a close relationship with the ancient gods. Now, all the gods on Mount Futu are of lower seniority, so they naturally regard Lord Sufeng as the first ruler of the divine realm and take him as their leader."
The palace maid responded with an "Oh."
Another added, "It's just that the Divine Lord disappeared for a while before, saying he went to travel the world and wander the Three Realms. I always feel that he is a bit strange when he comes back this time."
What's strange about it?
"The God Lord wasn't like this before. He used to be charming and unrestrained, but gentle and kind to people, especially to us servants. He was always kind and never lost his temper. But now he's become cold and indifferent, ignoring everyone and making him hard to approach."
"Then why did he become like this?"
"I don't know either. Maybe they encountered something unpleasant in the human world."
"Hey, do you think it's possible that the God fell in love with a woman, but that woman didn't love him, so the God returned heartbroken?"
"Well, that's not impossible..."
"I guess so. In this world, only love can make a man become like this. I understand this the most. As the saying goes, 'What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?'"
"It seems you understand love quite well?"
"That's right, would you like to hear my love story? I can tell you."
"Okay, okay..."
The two walked further and further away, their voices turning into the wind and reaching Su Feng's ears. He listened to these strange words, tilted his head, and showed confusion and bewilderment on his face.
"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"
"And what is love?"
The strange word flashed into his mind, and he couldn't help but murmur it aloud.
Su Feng, as pure as a blank sheet of paper, did not understand what love was, but as he murmured, a figure gradually appeared in his mind: a blue robe, an indifferent expression between his brows, becoming clear and bright.
A drop of ink dripped from the brush tip, which had been idle for a long time. The ink moved as if it understood Su Feng's thoughts, and spontaneously began to move. In a short while, Qing He's portrait appeared on the paper, every frown and smile lifelike.
Su Feng gazed at Qing He on the paper, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly with tenderness, his thin lips moving slightly, his voice soft and low.
"What...what's your name again?"
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