Chapter 196 Chapter 196 "The devil is the devil, he deserves to die!"...
Having said this, the God Emperor's figure gradually became ethereal and transparent, just like when he was in the state of a residual soul.
Looking at his calm and resolute eyes, Jiu Zhao knew that there was no turning back on this matter.
This time, there will be no cruel heavenly punishment of thunder tearing the soul apart.
No one will have to endure the heart-wrenching regret for a wrong life-stacking technique anymore.
Their final conversation was over, and all the truths, regrets and instructions were sealed in the glowing recording ball.
Jiu Zhao confirmed the contents—
In addition to the secret that the Phoenix Clan was plotted against and forced to rebel against the Heaven, the God Emperor also personally explained the reasons and consequences of why she did not kill her father.
This was the last thing he could do for his daughter.
Jiu Zhao closed his eyes, stepped forward again, opened his arms, and hugged the God Emperor, whose body was almost nothing.
Without any physical touch, she tightened her arms and felt a very light warmth.
The God Emperor kindly lowered his head in her arms, and in the silent warmth, tiny specks of light scattered from top to bottom.
"From now on, the road of life is long, and you will have to walk it alone."
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With his complete disappearance, the entire world composed of spiritual consciousness began to fluctuate violently.
The kaleidoscope of images flowing on the lake surface came to an abrupt halt. The sky above and the land beneath the feet collapsed inch by inch like broken mirrors.
Complete darkness enveloped Jiu Zhao.
After the difficult period of adjustment, endless sadness emerged in her mind.
There will never be anyone who looks at her with loving eyes and calls her "Father's good Ah Zhao" over and over again.
From this moment on, she was truly cut off from all kinship.
Jiu Zhao wiped his eyes, wiping away the hot tears that flowed uncontrollably.
She still has things to do and shouldn't indulge herself too much in weak emotions.
The power is no longer constrained. As long as the devil's breath is released, the darkness can be broken and the world can be returned.
Just as she was about to withdraw, an unexpected female voice sounded in the darkness:
"Everything you just said to Sichen, was it from the heart?"
This voice—
Jiu Zhao's pupils moved slightly.
She had heard it in the sacred fire altar.
It is the other half of the ancestor god Qionghuang!
How did she come here?
She spread her spiritual sense and quickly probed towards the source of the sound, only to sense an unknown chaos.
After much thought, the reason why this clone can follow her like a shadow is probably because it resides in the karmic fire in her body.
Does that mean that she has been listening to everything I have done during this period of time?
A sense of displeasure, a feeling of being watched, enveloped Jiu Zhao's heart. His tone was slightly cold, "Why would I need to lie when I'm pleading with my Father God?"
The being in the chaos seemed to laugh, then said in a drawling voice, "You're truly impatient—you don't even know how to show respect to our ancestors."
Jiu Zhao did not respond.
Qionghuang's sudden appearance diluted the sad mood.
She floated in the air, vigilantly monitoring her surroundings, and was no longer in a hurry to go back.
Qiong Huang didn't expect her to confess, and continued in a nonchalant manner, "Never mind. You're such an ignorant person. Even if you pay lip service to respect, you won't truly submit in your heart. You said you wanted to restore peace between the immortals and demons, but do you know what the price of restoring peace is?"
cost?
It sounds like she has an effective method.
The thought silently turned over in his mind. Jiu Zhao hesitated whether to ask, but Qiong Huang became talkative and continued to talk to himself: "The immortals and demons have been fighting for a long time, and the resentment has been deeply rooted in the Burning Sea. If we want to quell the war, we must be extremely determined and make great sacrifices."
Speaking of "great determination and great sacrifice," her casual demeanor faded, replaced by a serious tone, "First and foremost, someone must step forward, delve into the core of the resentment within the Burning Sea, and use their body as a vessel to absorb it completely.
"Resentment is extremely foul and filthy, and it is endless. The one who absorbs it must be strong enough to resist it and withstand its backlash.
"Furthermore, one must...have the awareness of sacrificing one's life for the cause.
"Only by channeling resentment into oneself and then perishing with it can one permanently eliminate future troubles and restore peace to the Burning Sea of Karma and the Three Pure Heavens.
"And looking at the world today, among the immortals and demons, there are those who possess such abilities—"
Qionghuang's voice deliberately paused here, and then he said meaningfully, "It's only you, Jiuzhao."
Give up external things and gain profit.
Of course many people can do it.
But how many people are willing to sacrifice their lives without getting anything in return?
Qionghuang was not surprised to hear Jiuzhao's silence.
She thought that it was rare to be able to revive a stranger with no blood relationship by bleeding, cutting flesh and taking bones.
Whether she is a goddess or a master of karma, her status is high enough.
Even if you give up the idea of reconciliation, you can still live a happy and contented life until you are consumed by the fire of karma and die.
Qiong Huang considered several possible outcomes, but suddenly heard Jiu Zhao ask a completely unrelated question:
"If I die, is there any way to keep Yingluo alive forever?"
“…”
Qiong Huang muttered in frustration, "Do you really want to die so badly? Do you know that with the power of Yin and Yang Fires now in your body, plus the half of your cultivation that Sichen has injected into you, there is no one in the universe who can rival you! If you want the immortals and demons to reconcile, you can use absolute force to suppress them and make them submit to you. From then on, no one in the world can restrain you in the slightest. You can live freely and unrestrainedly - isn't that joyful?"
Jiu Zhao repeated, "If I die, can Yingluo live?"
"you!"
Qiong Huang was so angry that he was speechless. He gasped for breath for a while and said reluctantly, "Rather than saying that he relies on your power to survive, it's better to say that he is absorbing your lifespan and vitality. If you want that kid to live, just extract your own original power in advance and seal it away!"
"Okay, thank you, ancestor."
Jiu Zhao finally spoke out with respect and sincerity.
Qiong Huang didn't feel the slightest bit of satisfaction: "Power, status, strength... can't these things really keep you?"
"I was a divine princess."
Jiu Zhao said calmly, "At that time, I had a loving father, a gentle brother, an attendant who accompanied me without regrets, friends, classmates, bright sunshine and brilliant flowers, and even the wind blowing from the clouds of Erqingtian was fragrant.
"Now, I have nothing but authority, status, and power."
Qionghuang was silent for a moment.
He sighed, "Okay, I get it."
She said nothing more.
As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle yet irresistible force enveloped Jiu Zhao and pushed her out of the collapsing darkness.
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The time was so long that it seemed as if thousands of years had passed.
When his consciousness returned to his body, Jiu Zhao opened his eyes. In front of him was Fu Xu who was still shackled by the flames, and the immortal gods outside the door who were obviously hostile.
She reached out and took the portrait of the Mother Goddess hanging on the wall a few feet away into her palm.
A flash of blue light passed by, and a recording ball emitting divine power appeared in its place.
"Demon Lord, what on earth do you want to do!"
Seeing that she had stood there motionless for a long time, the immortal general standing solemnly with his spear in hand asked loudly again.
Jiu Zhao said nothing. She raised her wrist and the recording ball flew into the sky, slowly projecting a clear image in front of everyone.
That was the God Emperor's dying confession.
It started with a series of schemes and coercions against Wu Shao and the Phoenix Clan.
What follows is the truth and cause and effect behind the tragedy of "patricide" that year.
As the voices flow, the truth comes out.
Videography is a documentary method that can only record real scenes and cannot be fabricated.
As the scenes played out, the immortals, who had originally shared a common hatred for the enemy, fell silent.
Jiu Zhao's filial piety of sacrificing his own life for another cannot be ignored. It would be unfair to judge this unintentional mistake as "regicide and patricide".
After a long silence, Yishan, the God of Punishment, spoke first.
His tone remained stern, but the initial hatred faded somewhat. "Even if the truth is this, it's true that you used the forbidden Life-Duplication Technique without permission, fell into the Burning Sea of Karma, abandoned the Immortal Path, and are now carrying the power of Karma Fire—all of these are still unacceptable by Heaven's decree!"
Jiu Zhao looked at him. Facing the harsh accusations, she clenched her fists, then opened them, and supreme divine power suddenly burst out from her palms!
The blue light is brilliant, and no one can match its purity!
"That, that's the Emperor's—"
"She's clearly being washed away by the flames of karma, how can she still use her divine power?"
"She's not a fairy, nor a demon. What on earth is she...?"
In the crowd, some immortal soldiers with blurred faces couldn't help but whisper in horror, their pupils filled with disbelief.
Jiu Zhao clasped his hands together, concealing the divine light. He walked a few steps to the door and spoke in a firm and calm voice, "I am neither immortal nor demon, yet I carry the power of both races. I return today not for revenge, nor to claim supremacy, but only to end the conflict between immortals and demons and seek peace between the two races."
As she announced this, she turned her left wrist and easily removed the restraints on Fuxu.
"Peace?"
After a moment of utter silence, an immortal general whose companion had perished at the hands of the demons shouted excitedly, "Stop your idle talk! The demons have robbed me of my pure heaven and slaughtered countless of my comrades. How can such a deep blood feud be forgiven?"
Jiu Zhao tilted his gaze towards him and asked indifferently, "What about you? When you drove them to the bitterly cold, barren, and bitterly cold Burning Sea, did you leave them even a shred of leniency? How many demons have perished at the hands of the immortals over the past ten thousand years? How should this debt be calculated?"
"Your bloodline has been polluted by demonic energy, so naturally you speak for them!
"A demon is a demon. A creature that commits evil deserves death!"
Even though both sides are stained with blood and have a tangled grudge, most immortals still choose to deceive themselves.
Deliberately ignoring a trace of inexplicable guilt, the person who was holding Jiu Zhao's hand looked increasingly angry.
Immortals are immortals, and demons are demons.
Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. Even if all the demons are killed, it is to uphold justice for the sake of heaven!
…
The deeply rooted ideas remain to this day and no one can convince anyone else.
Invisible murderous intent shuttled between the two confronting parties.
Just as the situation was gradually becoming uncontrollable, something strange happened behind Jiu Zhao!
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