Chapter 145 He is a God
The rank of the Divine Wisdom Dao Fruit is actually equivalent to that of an Immortal Emperor, but its owner, Han Wei, is too weak. So when she tries to calculate the rank of an Immortal King, she will be backfired and nearly die.
After Han Yu finished speaking, she glanced at Han Wei:
"This is a good thing for you; you won't have to think about him anymore."
"Good news?" Han Wei didn't understand.
"For those ancient gods and primordial gods, the experience of reincarnation is a trial, an experience. They don't really take what happens during reincarnation to heart. Countless ancient gods and primordial gods have left offspring during reincarnation, but most of them do not regard their reincarnated offspring as their real children."
"As for the romantic relationships in reincarnation, even fewer people will care about them. You are just a passerby in his long life. He won't take it seriously. If you can't let go of him, you'll only suffer for yourself. To gods, humans and cultivators are all the same, just ants," Han Yu said.
Han Wei lowered her head; she had never imagined it would end like this.
He's actually a god?
Was she just a passerby in his long life?
Ants?
Is she an ant?
Good heavens, heavens above, what a cruel joke this is playing on her. He's a god, and he's just going through a tribulation? Then all her pain, all her struggles, seem utterly ridiculous.
She was still blaming herself, regretting, and in pain, but he didn't care at all.
Han Wei almost burst out laughing.
"Don't think about him anymore. From now on, you and he should go your separate ways," Han Yu said.
No, no, no, Han Wei was unwilling to accept this outcome. She looked at Han Yu and asked, "What if he cares?"
Han Yu looked at her for a long time before saying, "You'd better pray he doesn't care."
Han Wei looked at him, puzzled.
"You made him yearn for you for a lifetime in order to seek opportunities in the Xuan Tian Secret Realm, and he died with regrets. If he were a petty god, he would have taken revenge on you," Han Yu said.
Han Wei: "..."
Han Wei's heart skipped a beat. Oh no! She had stabbed Gu Qi to death. Hadn't this created a feud spanning two lifetimes? If... if he took it seriously, wouldn't he make her wish she were dead?
Han Wei suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
"I didn't do it on purpose, and I didn't know so many things would happen. I'm fine now, so I hope you won't hold a grudge and retaliate against me, right?" Han Wei became more and more guilty as she spoke. She really didn't mean to make him wait so long, but she could have chosen not to go. It was only a hundred years, but she refused to give up that one chance, making him wait a lifetime.
And Gu Qi...
She didn't trust him, she was afraid of him, so she killed him, turned his body into a puppet, and even made him self-destruct. The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt.
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe he's still going through his reincarnation and tribulations. Maybe he's planning how to get revenge on you to vent his anger," Han Yu said maliciously.
"Third Uncle!" Han Wei stood up. "Can you...can you stop scaring me?"
"Don't worry, most gods won't take it seriously." Han Yu resumed his cold demeanor.
Han Wei sat down opposite Han Yu again. She didn't say anything and just sat there.
After a long while, Han Wei asked, "Third Uncle, I want to know which god he is?"
"I can't help you with that. My current strength is only equivalent to the Golden Immortal realm. Besides, I'm trapped here on Wuzhong Mountain, and that guy's memories are incomplete, involving Immortal Kings and Immortal Emperors. I'm afraid I can't help you," Han Yu said.
Han Wei said, "Both Gu Qi and Lu Qingheng have a totem on their backs."
As she spoke, she extended a finger and traced a mysterious totem in the air. She looked at Han Yu and asked, "Do you know what this totem represents?"
Han Yu stared at the totem in the void. After just one glance, his eyes felt stinging. He tried hard to memorize it, but his head felt like it was being split open, and his whole body trembled.
"Third Uncle?" Han Wei asked worriedly.
The totem dissipated into the void.
"I'm fine," Han Yu said.
Seeing Han Wei's expectant look, he said, "This totem contains the laws of the Great Dao. I don't know who it represents. Perhaps the real Heavenly Yuan Demon Lord or his other avatars know."
Upon hearing this, Han Wei hung her head in dejection.
"Alright, knowing too much isn't necessarily a good thing. He's a god, and anyway, it's over between you two. From now on, don't think about it anymore, just focus on cultivating your path," Han Yu said.
Scenes of her time with Lu Qingheng flashed before Han Wei's eyes, followed by memories of her time with Gu Qi. Was she really going to have no connection with him anymore? For some reason, the thought made her feel incredibly sad. She would rather he were a petty god who would come to punish her than have no connection with him at all.
"Don't linger here too long, leave as soon as possible!" Han Yu stood up and left the hall.
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Dark, undulating mountains stretched out, and in the valley stood a girl dressed in white. She rested her chin on her hand, seemingly deep in thought.
Suddenly, she took a few steps forward and raised a hand. A seed shimmering with a green light fell to the ground. As soon as it landed, the seed burrowed into the soil. Then it took root, sprouted, and emerged from the earth.
A sapling sprouted from the ground, and then it grew bigger and bigger until it became a towering tree, more than ten feet tall, with a canopy like a giant umbrella.
Han Wei stood under the tree, gazing at the spirit tree, still feeling it wasn't strong enough. So she placed her hand on the trunk, and a rich wood spirit emanated from her. The tree grew wildly again, instantly reaching a height of a hundred feet, and becoming a forest all by itself.
The enormous spirit tree emitted a faint blue light, and its drooping roots added to its graceful appearance. Han Wei gazed at the spirit tree, feeling quite satisfied.
"Why are you planting a Spirit Tree here?" Han Yu appeared behind Han Wei without her noticing.
"Third Uncle, when did you arrive?" Han Wei turned to look at him.
Han Yu walked to her side, looking up at his handsome face illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the trees. Han Wei looked at him and said, "I'll plant a tree here so I'll know if anything changes happen here in the future." She then raised her hand, and a blue dandelion appeared in her palm.
With a gentle breath, the dandelion seeds scattered throughout Wuzhong Mountain, where they took root and sprouted. These dandelions merged into the original seal of Wuzhong Mountain, ensuring that Han Wei would sense any disturbances there.
Han Yu was inwardly both amused and exasperated: "Are you trying to spy on me?"
"Third Uncle, you're being too harsh. I'm just being filial and showing you concern," Han Wei said with a smile.
Han Yu crossed her arms over her chest; this filial piety was somewhat touching, but...
“If something really happens to me, what can you do to help? With your limited cultivation, you'll only be a burden to me,” Han Yu said.
Han Wei's smile vanished. It wasn't that Han Yu had hurt her pride; she understood that Han Yu said this for her own good, wanting her to stay far away from danger.
"I don't care, you're not allowed to pull out these Blue Spirit Trees and this Spirit Tree," Han Wei said stubbornly.
Han Yu looked at her, sighed, and realized there was nothing he could do about it.
A few days later, Han Wei left Wuzhong Mountain.
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