When Badan heard their words, the sadness in his heart was aroused.
"The master will surely be back soon."
"Come, I'll carry you there."
After saying that, he suddenly transformed into a beast and became the ancient mythical beast Xuanwu.
Feng Xinglan and his companions struggled to stand up and climbed onto its broad back.
Its voice came: "Hold on tight, we are going to the top of the Heavenly Palace now."
Before they could answer, it leaped up and flew out of the ancient miracle land at the fastest speed. Along the way, the cold wind blew mercilessly on their cheeks that had just recovered.
They looked at each other.
If the future includes their cloud team, they think the future will be bright.
…
At the top of the twenty-fifth floor of the Heavenly Palace, a man in a black robe was looking towards the horizon. His handsome face was cold and a little haggard, but because of his indifferent expression, he added a coldness that kept people at a distance.
He waited quietly for the man to return.
Just like long, long ago.
Now that his strength has been reduced by more than half, he is unable to set off to the Heaven Beyond Heaven.
Dajuan looked at the man's back and pursed his lips. From the moment he woke up, he came here, stopped and looked at the horizon in front of him, without eating or drinking, and never sat down to rest.
His thin and tall figure was so lonely and filled with inexplicable sadness.
Suddenly, Dajuan noticed some movement not far away. He turned around and saw Badan revealing his true form, carrying his master's companions on his back.
Dajuan frowned. Their bodies haven't recovered yet...
Feng Xinglan and the others who were sitting on Badan's back were shocked when they saw the scene at the top of the Heavenly Palace, because there were so many gods.
At the top of the Heavenly Palace, there were not only the cubs from the Fengxing Space, but also Zheng Zheng's parents, uncle Di Nian, the Netherworld God Yue Ming, the Earth God Le Sha, the Sea God Jing Yu, the Human God Hong Huai, the Light God Guangming, and Yang Shi and other gods, even Qing Feng and Mo Yu came.
There are at least nearly a hundred of them in total.
The friends were shocked at first, but soon understood.
Their Cloud Team is a deeply respected and beloved God Lord.
After Badan flew to the top of the Heavenly Palace, he let them come down.
Di Nian strode towards them, frowning and saying, "You still look very weak, why don't you rest for a while?"
Nangong Qingqing said: "We want to wait for Zheng Zheng to come back."
Such straightforward words made Di Nian silent for a moment.
Di Nian said calmly, "That's right. You two are so close. If you hadn't rushed over immediately, I might have stabbed you with a knife."
The companions' faces were slightly tense. They looked up at the dark figure standing in the front and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Rong, he..."
"He has been waiting for Zheng Zheng." Di Nian lowered his eyes.
After hearing this, Feng Xinglan and the others finally fell silent.
There are many people in this world who love Zheng Zheng, but Brother Rong’s pure and exclusive love is not inferior to anyone.
Fengyun's friends also joined the waiting list.
As the days go by, the number of people waiting does not decrease, but increases instead.
And that inky figure still stood in front.
Spring goes and autumn comes, the sun rises and the moon sets.
…
And in the mysterious place beyond the sky, a ball of light was faintly lit.
"Wake up, they are still waiting for you."
While Yun Zheng was half conscious, she heard a familiar voice, accompanied by a sigh with a hint of smile.
Who is...
Calling her?
"Yun Zheng, you have selflessly dedicated yourself. From a cold-blooded and heartless god, you have gradually become moved and understanding of love. I am deeply pleased to see your transformation. Although you have already been sacrificed and should no longer exist in this world, before your sacrifice, Shuo found me. He guessed that you would risk everything and sacrifice yourself to block the great calamity of the fate of the three thousand worlds. Therefore, he begged me with his entire divine heart, just to find a way out for you."
"I shouldn't have agreed to this, but in this outer world, apart from you and Shuo, there is no other god who can succeed me as the God of Heaven. Therefore, I accepted half of his divine heart and created a new body for you. I also extracted your soul from you."
Yun Zheng's consciousness gradually became clear. After she heard His words, countless complex emotions surged into her heart.
It turned out that he had left the Three Thousand Worlds and came to the Heaven Beyond Heaven in order to find the first God of Heaven and pave the way for the future.
While she was sleeping for three years to recover her strength, was he going through untold hardships to find the trace of the first God of Heaven? He cut out his own divine heart just to find a way for her to survive.
The First God of Heaven seemed to be able to hear what she was thinking, and He said something.
"Shuo loves you more than you can imagine."
"It seems you won't be able to wake up anytime soon. I have my own things to do, so I'll leave this Heaven Beyond Heaven to you."
He smiled gently, not like the majestic God of Heaven, but rather like a dissolute and unruly God.
“…”
He resurrected Himself so that she could work.
Really treacherous!
"Hmm? You asked me where I was going? You'll know later."
Finally, He left a sentence.
"You must cherish this hard-earned relationship."
…
…
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it’s six years later.
At the top of the heavenly palace in the divine realm, although people were coming in and out, the number of people was still increasing.
But there are also people who seem to live at the top of the heavenly palace and never leave, because they are afraid of missing the moment of reuniting with her.
The man in the black robe became increasingly thinner, and his face was unnaturally pale, but it still couldn't hide his flawless appearance.
In the past few years, if it weren't for the persuasion of Fengyun and others, he would probably be like a wooden stake, not moving at all.
He would occasionally sit down and tidy up his things.
He became increasingly taciturn.
Someone once said that no one would wait for another person in the same place, but Rong Shuo would.
On the day when he was persuaded to sit down and rest, he seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up and forward.
"What's wrong? Brother Rong..." Before he could finish his words, Mo Jing seemed to have noticed something, and he immediately looked in the direction of Rong Shuo's gaze.
When the little friends saw this, their hearts were shocked, and an indescribable excitement spread throughout their bodies.
She, she, she...
Coming back!
The gods also vaguely felt the oppressive aura from their bloodline level, and they looked at each other quickly, with surprise on their faces, and immediately knelt down in front of them in ecstasy.
"We welcome the return of the Lord God!"
Resounding through the sky!
In an instant, all the gods in the divine world knelt down.
The corners of Rong Shuo's eyes turned red. He seemed to feel his blood boiling, finally reaching a substantial hot temperature.
Those unspeakable emotions surged in an instant.
The figure of the girl gradually appeared. She seemed to be coming against the light, looking at him, her delicate and bright face with a gentle smile.
"I'm back."
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