Chapter 195 Chapter 195 "I want to stop the war."
The damage caused by the self-destruction of the soul is indiscriminate and the consequences are devastating.
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, no god would be willing to embark on a dead end.
Although Jiu Zhao's words "If you don't want me to kill the king again" were a warning, they also clearly revealed a message:
At the moment, she has no plans to kill Fuxu.
Fuxu followed suit, speaking calmly, "Don't act rashly."
Surrounded by flames and imprisoned, the indifference on his face did not change in the slightest.
In any case, he doesn't look like a loser who is about to surrender and die.
Upon hearing this, the resolute look in the eyes of the gods, led by Xi Huan, faded slightly.
Through the barrier, Jiu Zhao observed the changes in their expressions with interest.
After confirming that Fuxu's order had worked, she crossed her arms and walked towards him, whispering in a whisper only they could hear: "Actually, even if it was you, I could still use my karma fire to keep you out... But I know you're still the Fuxu I remember, worthy of my trust."
The relief in Jiu Zhao's words made Fu Xu purse his thin lips again.
He didn't know how to respond.
Fortunately, Jiu Zhao didn't need his response.
She returned to the bed, closed her eyes, and based on her experience of successfully resurrecting Yingluo, she devoted all her consciousness to searching for the soul of the God Emperor.
So much so that after missing a few breaths, the young man muttered to himself amidst the sound of the spell:
"If you really believed it, then... why didn't you wait for me to come back?"
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The world we perceive without vision is far more vast and complex than what we see with our naked eyes.
Jiu Zhao's consciousness wandered around the bedroom, and finally found the remaining soul of the God Emperor in front of the wall where the portrait of the God Queen was hung.
If we compare Yingluo's soul with that of an ordinary person with a physical body, the only difference is that his feet are off the ground and his eyes are covered with white cataracts.
Then, the God Emperor appears much weaker.
He was suspended in the air, and everything below his waist had disappeared. The remaining part was also translucent, as if it would be completely annihilated by a gust of wind.
Being able to avoid being torn to pieces by the heavenly thunder punishment and instead leaving a trace behind was much better than Jiu Zhao had expected.
She was silent for a long time, and seeing him standing still, he just looked up at the person in the painting, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Whether it is an immortal, a demon, or a human, death means the severance of the connection with the world.
Until they completely dissipate, their souls are trapped in a corner, constantly repeating actions related to their deepest obsessions.
There is no need for disguise in the world after death, nor is there any need to perform the drama of taking only one scoop from the vast expanse of water.
Stripping away the affectation of words and the exaggeration of rumors, Jiu Zhao could actually glimpse some sincerity from the God Emperor's simple and silent gesture.
"Father God."
Although she was reluctant, she still spoke out to break the beautiful dream she had woven for herself.
The remnant soul of the God Emperor fell into a long daze.
After a long time, Fang slowly turned his face.
There was no white film in those clear eyes that obscured their memories.
As if gazing at a portrait, the God Emperor gazed at Jiu Zhao for a long time, and suddenly a trace of pity surfaced in his eyes:
"Zhao'er, why are you here?"
Knowing that he had misunderstood, Jiu Zhao quickly explained: "My daughter is not dead. I am doing this only to take you back."
"Go back, where?"
"Return to the mortal world, return to the Three Pure Heavens, and inherit the throne of the Divine Emperor."
Time was running out, so Jiu Zhao briefly described the current situation of the immortal and demon races, without mentioning the hardships he had experienced.
The God Emperor was silent for another long time.
Finally, he lowered his eyelids and asked with a tone that was unclear whether he was happy or angry: "If you want me to be resurrected, Zhao'er, what price will you pay?"
Jiu Zhao was thankful that the injuries to his body would not be reflected in his consciousness.
Now, her power is strong enough, and the God Emperor will not be able to see through the secret of the unity of immortals and demons.
It is more important than anything else to first make Father God willing to come back to life.
She deliberately concealed the gory scene of gouging out flesh and bones, mimicking her usual carefree smile as she softened her voice and coaxed, "Don't overthink it. Since I've successfully resurrected Yingluo, I can naturally revive you too. Look, isn't I standing before you, unharmed?"
The God Emperor's eyes moved slightly, but he couldn't find any flaws in her, so he finally said nothing.
Jiu Zhao urged him gently again, saying that time was pressing and asked him to extend his hand and shake hands with her.
Though his soul was lucid, it was still somewhat less alert than it had been in life. Under the gentle words of comfort, the God Emperor slowly extended his hand.
Jiu Zhao was overjoyed and stretched out his fingers to hold his hand tightly.
Only the last step is left, which is to inject the original power and stabilize the soul, and then the next step of reshaping the body can be started.
To be on the safe side, she considered whether she should cast a spell to block the God Emperor's five senses while harming herself.
An irresistible force suddenly sucked her will in.
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When his soul woke up again, Jiu Zhao found himself in a sea of consciousness.
The darkness was endless, and the symbols of memory disappeared without a trace, just like the night sky without the vast sea of stars.
Jiu Zhao instinctively hated this state of having no heaven or earth, no knowledge or feeling.
She searched everywhere for the God Emperor's traces.
After wandering around for a while, I finally heard a voice calling: "Zhao'er, come here."
Jiu Zhao sped up and flew towards the source of the sound, until he crashed into the only luminous existence in this lonely darkness—
A round and plump star that is ten or a hundred times larger than the dust particles of spiritual consciousness.
A boundless lake of light flowed and spread out from Jiuzhao's feet. She stood in the void, and the shock from extreme darkness to extreme brightness made her subconsciously close her eyes.
My eyelids stung, and warm liquid quickly accumulated in the corners of my eyes.
Jiu Zhao's eyelashes trembled and tears suddenly fell.
At the end of the blurry vision, there was a white figure with his hands behind his back, his clothes as white as snow.
That was her Father God—
His soul was condensed, his clothes fluttered, his eyebrows and eyes were as handsome as before, as if he had never experienced the calamity of divine punishment and destruction.
He turned and smiled at her, a smile that was exactly the same as the one in his memory, kind and peaceful.
But what he said made Jiu Zhao's heart sink.
"Zhao'er, I'm really happy to see you again."
He opened his lips slightly and spoke gently, "But go back. I don't want to live again."
"Why?"
Jiu Zhao hurried forward, intending to grab his sleeve.
"The Three Pure Ones need you. Maintaining peace in the Three Realms requires you. What they want is never—"
Before she could finish her words, the God Emperor raised his hand to stop her.
His eyes lingered on her face, with a hint of reluctance:
"My soul should have completely disintegrated under the thunderbolt, but I'm holding on to this place with a last shred of determination. It's not because I want to live, but because I want to see with my own eyes whether my daughter can still move forward safely and bravely after leaving her parents behind."
As he spoke, his voice gradually became louder, with a hint of relief in his voice, "Now, seeing that you have suffered so much, but your will is unbreakable and your expression is stern, your father knows that you have grown up and can hold up the world on your own, and no longer need anyone to protect you under their wings.
"Your father's last wish has been fulfilled, and it's time for you to reunite with your mother as soon as possible."
His will is unyielding and his expression is calm and resolute.
The God Emperor's praise was like a needle piercing Jiu Zhao's heart, making it almost impossible for her to maintain a fake smile.
Since he doesn't want to be resurrected, this is our final farewell.
Is she going to lie to me again when they meet for the last time?
Jiu Zhao was silent for a moment, then finally spoke out the confusion buried deep in his heart: "Father God, although my daughter is still alive, she is no longer an immortal from the upper realm... Back then, I wanted to use forbidden techniques to exchange my life for yours, but I accidentally triggered a divine wrath that killed you. I am heartbroken, so I confess my patricide before all the immortals.
"After being imprisoned in the Sunless Abyss for three thousand years, the demons grew stronger and the Three Pure Ones were defeated. They invaded the Myriad Thunder Mountains to release me and bring me back to Lan Qi, intending to marry me and form a bond, so that the two halves of the Phoenix Blood could merge into one, forging a devastating force that could destroy the heavens and the earth.
"Lan Qi wanted to spare my daughter's life out of consideration for our old friendship, but my status as a fairy always made them worried.
"So, I volunteered to enter the Holy Fire Altar and undergo the baptism of Karma Fire. During my transformation into a demon, I unexpectedly mastered both Phoenix Fire and Karma Fire. Legend has it that the combination of these two fires, Yin and Yang, can bring the dead back to life.
"My daughter has no attachment to the world. She only wants to revive you and Yingluo, who died because of me.
"For this wish, I killed Lan Qi and became the new Demon Lord. Now I am the enemy that Sanqingtian vowed to destroy.
“The reason we met again in the palace today was because my daughter had kidnapped Fuxu, and the immortals were unable to do anything about it.
"Father God, I don't want to deceive you... Are you extremely disappointed that I've ended up like this?"
To say it all in one word is like taking off a huge weight.
Jiu Zhao lowered his head, waiting for the Divine Emperor's verdict, but his heart felt an unprecedented peace.
She didn't feel anxious for long before a warm hand touched the top of her head: "Zhao'er, lift your head."
The words of the God Emperor seemed to have magical power, and Jiu Zhao couldn't help but raise his face.
Merge with Wu Zhu, and all joy, anger, sorrow and happiness will return to your body.
She can still restrain herself when dealing with others.
Facing the God Emperor's gaze, emotions surged like a tidal wave.
She was gazed upon by those extremely tolerant eyes, which contained no trace of disgust, but were instead filled with deep pity:
"Whether your father is disappointed or not has nothing to do with whether you are a fairy or a demon.
“No matter who you are, as long as you can hold on to yourself and the last bit of pure goodness in your heart.
"As a father, I would be proud of you."
After patiently calming Jiu Zhao's anxiety, the God Emperor continued softly, "If we were to discuss disappointment between you and me, I'm afraid I should be worried about whether Zhao'er would be disappointed in me... The laws of nature are vast. Even if one were to sacrifice one's lifespan to deduce the mysteries of the universe, the future would still be filled with infinite variables, beyond human control."
He sighed deeply, "It's because of me, my father... I've always been forcing things, forcing a correct path, forcing a perfect ending.
"If I had allowed you to live according to your heart, rather than forcing the burden of the gods upon you...
"Perhaps... you and I, father and daughter, and even the immortal and demon races, would not have ended up in this situation today."
Jiu Zhao couldn't help but feel shocked.
Seeing her father, for the first time, stripping off all his dignity and leaving only a sincere expression on his face, she breathed a deep sigh:
"Father God, I wish to end the war, not by having the Three Pure Heavens swallow up the Burning Karma Sea, or the Burning Karma Sea overthrowing the Three Pure Heavens... Your daughter wishes to find an unprecedented path to reunite the immortals and demons, and to end the conflict."
The God Emperor couldn't help but ask, "Really?"
Jiu Zhao nodded resolutely: "That's absolutely true.
"Having experienced the splendor of the Three Pure Heavens and witnessed the desolation of the Burning Sea, my daughter wondered, 'We were once brothers and sisters from the same mother, so why do we persecute each other?' The demons repeatedly invade, partly because they resent the Three Pure Heavens' constant occupation of the fertile land, and partly because their territory is deeply ravaged by the karmic fires, making life difficult. If these two issues can be resolved, the people of the Burning Sea can also live and work in peace, and there will be no more war in the world."
The God Emperor listened attentively, his face showing a look of comfort.
Jiu Zhao paused, and said, "Wait a minute."
His eyes suddenly fixed, and after a few breaths, a small recording ball formed by magic appeared in his palm.
The God Emperor handed it to Jiu Zhao and said, "First, the immortals and demons can live and work in peace and contentment. Second, you must resolve the resentment of certain tribes. The Phoenix Clan is powerful and is your mother clan. They followed Wu Shao in the rebellion ten thousand years ago, but they were forced into a rebellion.
"This recording ball contains my father's explanation of the truth of that year. If you make it public, perhaps you can win the Phoenix Clan's forgiveness."
"Father God?"
Jiu Zhao was a little uncertain.
If the truth is made public, and the plot against the Phoenix Clan is made public, it would be like exposing one's own stain, which would damage the Father's holy name.
The God Emperor smiled in relief: "It's alright, then one day you will transform into a breath of pure air between heaven and earth, and when you meet your Mother Goddess and Wu Shao—"
"As a father, I have a clear conscience."
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