Chapter 42 Chapter 42 "She will destroy herself."
The light gradually grew darker until it enveloped the entire platform.
However, it was not the judgment of the Heavenly Dao on whether Jiu Zhao would be promoted to a celestial being, but a picture was displayed in the giant round mirror on the dome.
In the picture, Fuxu saw himself and Jiuzhao.
It was a battlefield littered with corpses.
He fell on the black ground soaked in blood, his soul shattered and dying.
Ghostly flames of karma occasionally erupted all around, devouring living beings, and the dark purple flames illuminated the gloomy sky above.
Fuxu recognized that this was the Burning Karma Sea.
The picture rises upwards, and the surrounding situation appears before the eyes.
His sword broke, half in his hand and the other half in the chest of his fallen enemy.
The crown symbolizing the Demon Lord fell from his head, and large patches of blood solidified into filthy marks on his moon-white robe. His destined enemy had long since stopped breathing, but his eyes, which never showed any signs of true emotion, were now wide open, staring at the sky with extreme unwillingness.
It was as if he was accusing the world of being unfair.
Lan Qi.
It’s Lan Qi.
The enemy with whom he had fought several times over the past thousand years, and his wife's former fiancé whom she still missed.
Fuxu still didn't know the reason why he and Lan Qi died together. Suddenly, Jiuzhao's weeping voice came from the distance outside the screen.
"Ah Xu——"
This familiar yet unfamiliar name made Fuxu feel a little dazed.
He lowered his head, Jiu Zhao who was sleeping in his arms had not yet woken up.
So, it was the voice from the Huitian Mirror.
Fuxu raised his head again, and Jiuzhao, dressed as the God Emperor, had stumbled into the picture and lifted up his dying body.
"The Supreme God's spirit is shattered and there is no way to save him. The Emperor's throne must not allow this!"
Fuxu couldn't tell whose voice it was that suddenly sounded. His gaze fixed on Jiuzhao's heartbroken face, and his heart ached at the unreal sight, nearly breaking into pieces.
“I didn’t want to be the God Emperor.
"It was Fuxu who said he wanted to rule alongside me and see the entire Sanqing Heaven return to peace and prosperity, so I smiled and agreed.
"Now that he's gone, what's the point of all this?"
Compared to his tearful eyes, Jiu Zhao's tone of voice when answering was extremely calm.
She looked into the face of her divine companion in her arms, speaking out her truest thoughts one by one.
Fuxu felt even more pain, and he couldn't help but reach out his hand to wipe away her tears.
A moment later, a flaming totem emerged from the forehead of the God Emperor Jiuzhao.
A huge flaming feather suddenly appeared from nowhere behind her, creating a gust of wind that blew away the important officials on both sides who were trying to get close to dissuade her.
With an exciting phoenix roar, her phoenix true body emerged from the human body, transformed into a ray of condensed light, and penetrated into the soul of the divine partner who was about to die.
"Emperor's throne, Emperor's throne! Why are you doing this?"
The supreme divine power penetrated the soul that was about to return to nothingness, and the blazing flames tightly wrapped around the faint green.
After an unknown amount of time, the dying young man's chest began to rise and fall slightly again.
Having lost his soul and all his divine power, Jiu Zhao traded his life for that of his lover in order to continue his lover's life from the hands of Heaven.
Her black cloud-like raven hair quickly turned white, and her once bright and beautiful face grew countless wrinkles, and she looked old in an instant.
Before turning into a point of light and dispersing, the carefree smile on the corner of his lips was just like the first time they met in Ziwei Palace:
"After thousands, tens of thousands, tens of thousands of years, the Fuxu tree will bloom again.
"Then it will be the day of his return."
…
The scene ended, and the Huitian Mirror returned to calm, overlooking all living beings.
Fu Xu's eyes trembled, and what he recalled in his mind was the original intention of his marriage to Jiu Zhao.
"My son, Jiu Zhao, lost his mother at birth and his husband as an adult. Even though he is a Divine Princess, he has endured such a difficult fate. How can I not worry about him? Jiu Zhao is the only child I have with Tai'e. Now that Tai'e has passed away, I will do whatever it takes to ensure Jiu Zhao's life is smooth, peaceful, and happy.
"Fuxu, I have spent half my life foretelling Jiuzhao's future, and have calculated that if she wants to secure her position as Divine Emperor, she will need your assistance. You have risked your life for the Three Pure Ones, and are my most trusted minister. Are you willing to be loyal and accompany Jiuzhao for the rest of her life?"
Kneeling on the jade bricks, listening to the vast heavenly music.
Fuxu still remembered his thoughts at that time. Whether it was to form a pact with Jiuzhao or to help Yingluo, as long as it was beneficial to Sanqingtian, it would be fine.
He nodded in agreement, and then received the Divine Emperor's earnest admonition: "I understand my daughter. Jiu Zhao and her mother are very similar. Both are willing to sacrifice everything for the one they love. Therefore, Fuxu, I want you to promise me. If you can't guide her away from Lan Qi's influence, if you can't teach her how to love properly, then don't let her invest too much affection in you.
"Otherwise, not only will you not be able to reap the good fruits, but she will also destroy herself and the Three Pure Heavens."
After that, he was ordered to heal Jiu Zhao's damaged soul for a thousand years.
A thousand years is a short time for the immortals with long lifespans, but it is enough to stimulate the blossoming of the seeds of love.
He accompanied Jiu Zhao in laughter and tears.
I have seen the hope and loneliness that came from her heart, which no one else has ever seen.
There were also quarrels, cold wars, and fights.
Fuxu thought that he could obey the will of heaven, remain restrained and calm, and not be easily moved.
But Jiu Zhao's sincere and bright feelings still melted the frost and snow in his heart.
The battle between immortals and demons is imminent, and he will soon lead the army. The war will be protracted, and no one can predict when he will return.
Knowing that Jiu Zhao would feel uneasy due to separation, he decided to find a suitable day before departure to express his true feelings to her.
However.
The day he chose was a bright, cloudless day.
After finishing his official business and arriving at Lihentian, the maid told him that Jiuzhao was taking a nap.
In fact, most of the time, Fuxu would choose to stay in the side hall set up for him by Jiuzhao, either reading or handling military affairs. But for some reason that day, the feeling of reluctance lingered in his heart, and he somehow hid it from the servants and came to Jiuzhao's bedroom where he was resting.
Lihentian has set up many restrictions, and servants are not allowed to eavesdrop or spy on the Lord. Only he, the husband who has been married to her, is not restricted.
Standing in front of the heavy palace door, Fuxu hesitated whether to push it open, as Jiu Zhao's peaceful sleeping face had already appeared in his mind.
When Jiu Zhao is quiet, her appearance is no longer aggressive. No matter how many times you look at her, there is a thousand kinds of tenderness in her heart.
Fuxu's mouth corners couldn't help but curl up.
A whisper in his sleep broke his fantasy.
It sounds like a complaint, and also like crying.
An unformed smile froze on his lips, and he thought Jiu Zhao was having a nightmare.
When one's heart is fixed on one person, even aloof and abstinent gods cannot escape this fate.
He was half distressed and half sympathetic, and wanted to push the door open in a hurry, hug Jiu Zhao and comfort him softly.
But at that moment I heard a name that shouldn't appear here.
"Lan Qi, Lan Qi...
"Why do you treat me like this...
"If you didn't love me, why, why did you agree to marry me..."
When his soul returned, Fu Xu felt unbearable pain in his finger bones because he had clenched his fists too tightly.
He suddenly laughed at himself.
The God Emperor ordered that Jiu Zhao should not invest too much emotion in Lan Qi until she was free from his influence.
The prerequisites were not met.
She shouldn't have given anything, and he shouldn't have been so impulsive.
The upcoming war may allow both sides to calm down.
…
At this moment, what is presented in the Huitian Mirror is the destructive ending of excessive love.
Lan Qi died in battle. Jiu Zhao was killed.
He who was lucky enough to have his spirit rescued must be nurtured for tens of millions of years before he can wake up.
Who should lead the Three Pure Heavens?
Where will the hatred between immortals and demons go?
Jiu Zhao destroyed himself for love, and also plunged the three realms into a vague and unknown situation for love.
so--
Is their relationship wrong after all?
Was it because he hadn't taught Jiu Zhao how to love properly? Or was it because, over the past three months, every time he used the memory illusion reconstructed by the Mind Flower, it reminded him of Jiu Zhao's obsession and inner demons—she had never truly let go of Lan Qi.
He was the only one left with no one to answer his questions. Fuxu really wanted to ask the heavens why they played such a joke on him.
Although he understood long ago that the heavens had secretly determined everyone's fate, he still found it hard to accept that a relationship that had barely blossomed was destined to end in destruction and eternal separation.
Fuxu's usually firm gaze rarely revealed a hint of weakness and confusion.
When I was at a loss, I heard Jiu Zhao waking up and groaning in my arms.
"Hmm, I feel so heavy..."
His thick eyelashes trembled, and his eyes, which had been difficult to focus, opened. Unexpectedly meeting Fu Xu's gaze, Jiu Zhao paused for a moment before saying, "Ah, Ah Xu, why are you here? Why do you look so grim?"
Only those destined to do so can peek into the destiny, and anyone who directly leaks the contents of the screen will be punished by heaven.
Facing Jiuzhao's question, Fuxu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, not knowing how to speak. He realized that the fate of both of them was at stake, and the fact that the Huitian Mirror didn't choose to reveal it when Jiuzhao woke up proved that Jiuzhao shouldn't know.
After thinking for a while, he said simply: "I saw you fainted in the mirror, and I was very worried, so -"
So he ignored the order from heaven and broke into the Huitian Palace.
Jiu Zhao automatically completed the unfinished words. His body and head were still aching, but he couldn't help but feel sweet spring water welling up in his heart.
She raised her hand with all her might, trying to smooth out the heavy worry between Fuxu's brows.
Just as he was about to touch her skin, the young man subconsciously turned his face away, held her shoulders with both hands, and helped her up from the ground.
"?"
Jiu Zhao looked puzzled.
Trying his best to suppress his surging emotions, Fuxu acted as if nothing had happened. "You've been unconscious for quite some time, and haven't yet accepted the judgment of Heaven. You should quickly complete the last step. Don't let missing this opportunity prevent you from successfully ascending to the Celestial Immortal realm."
As they were talking, a voice from the God of Mount Yi came from outside the platform, asking, "Fuxu, are you in there? Why haven't you replied for so long?"
Tianji cannot be leaked, so naturally only he knows about the strange phenomenon that happened in the Huitian Mirror just now.
The realm guarded by the divine weapon is solemn and dignified. No one, not even a god, can enter this place at will unless they are a conferred Golden Immortal.
Fuxu responded and whispered to Jiuzhao again, "Input your immortal power into the Huitian Mirror and accept the judgment of the Heavenly Dao. Don't delay."
Faced with this result which was better than expected, Jiu Zhao did not show any joy.
She bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, then grasped the back of Fuxu's hand and said in a voice that could be heard everywhere, "Wait, this shouldn't be the case. I won the Immortal Examination thanks to Yingluo's help, not entirely on my own strength. If I truly want to ascend to the Celestial Immortal, I should accept the judgment of Heaven together with Yingluo, and let the heavens decide who is more worthy of the victory."
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