The life span of gods is long. Another five hundred years passed, and the time was as calm as a handful of flowing water.
Huaishan sometimes dreams of a girl standing on a high mountain with a blue sea in the distance. Snow-white gentian flowers are blooming at the girl's feet, swaying in the wind like a white silk ribbon.
Who is that girl?
Every time he wanted to get closer and see the girl's appearance clearly, the girl would dissipate into stars and shatter in the air.
From beginning to end, he never saw the girl's face clearly.
For gods, a catastrophe lasts for a thousand years, and his catastrophe is coming soon.
Being an immortal doesn't mean you can rest easy after a catastrophe. The stronger the immortal's magical power, the more powerful the catastrophe. Only by safely surviving the catastrophe can one continue to be an immortal and increase their magical power.
This is the law of heaven that checks and balances the world, and even the emperor is no exception.
At that time, Huai Shan was already the most powerful god in the fairy world and the emperor worshipped by all dynasties. The heavenly tribulations he had to go through were naturally more powerful and terrifying than those of any other god.
Heavenly tribulation can also be said to be a door to life and death for gods.
Huaishan's heavenly tribulation lasted for seven days. During these seven days, the sky changed color, dark clouds covered the sun, and even the fairyland that was usually shrouded in golden light fell into a gloomy gray.
Huai Shan's magic power is too strong, and the way of heaven is already checking and balancing him.
On the seventh day, his physical strength had reached its limit, scarlet blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he could no longer withstand the next disaster.
However, there were rumbling and booming thunder on the horizon, and it was obvious that a powerful thunder disaster was brewing.
His physical strength was no longer able to withstand the impact of the thunder.
At this moment, Huai Shan was like a dying camel in the desert. Any straw that fell could crush him.
It seemed that Heaven was not going to tolerate him. The thunder grew louder and louder, as if smiling wildly and stretching out its claws of death towards him.
It seems that it is time to change the emperor who rules the heaven.
Huai Shan closed his eyes and prepared to face his fate.
With a loud bang, a bolt of lightning as bright as daylight struck down at lightning speed, illuminating the dim surroundings and making Huai Shan's handsome face appear extremely pale.
The thunder roared, but the expected pain did not come.
Huai Shan frowned, opened his eyes, and saw a scene that made him terrified.
A young girl stood in front of him, using her frail body to block the thunder for him.
The girl has fair skin, black hair, and her skirt is embroidered with large blooming flowers. She has the most beautiful face and the brightest smile in the world. She is as beautiful as an elf born from the mountains.
Huai Shan's body began to tremble, and all his lost memories burst out like a flood, pouring into his mind.
The sea, the gentian, the Book of Songs, Midsummer Nights... Memories flooded him like a tide. At that moment, Huai Shan was in so much pain that even his heart stopped beating.
He hurriedly took the girl in his arms, but it was too late.
This thunder tribulation was specially created to check and balance him. He was the strongest in the fairy world, and ordinary immortals could not bear the thunder tribulation he had to endure.
If we rashly block it for him, the result will be destruction.
Xiaozhi's body has become transparent, but she is still smiling, and her smile is like a broken camellia.
"Don't... don't cry." The girl's voice was as thin as a mosquito's. She raised her hand with difficulty as if she wanted to wipe away his tears, but the hand finally fell down weakly.
The girl's body has become completely transparent, and only a vague outline can be seen.
Huai Shan's eyes were bloodshot. Regardless of the fact that his body had not yet fully recovered, he madly transferred his magic power to her, wanting to transfer all his magic power to her.
This is how I keep her.
But it was in vain. The transferred magic power could not find a host and returned to his body.
The influx of magic power clearly gave a warm feeling, but Huai Shan felt cold from head to toe, so cold that it felt like he had fallen into a cold pond.
"Don't go." He spoke in a hoarse voice. For the first time, the emperor who ruled the fairy world cried like a child.
He howled silently, tears falling in big drops, passing through the girl's transparent body and dripping onto the ground.
"Don't go, don't go... please."
The girl finally left.
Her body completely dissipated in the air, turning into half-shattered jade.
The jade has been shattered into pieces and turned into powder, and it can never be put back together again.
The girl who looked like a camellia finally stayed in the depths of memory and never changed her appearance.
He clearly, he clearly just thought of her.
He didn't even have time to utter an explanation.
She fell asleep with regret, leaving him alone to live with remorse for a thousand years.
Is there anything in the world more desperate and painful than this?
He was clearly already a deity, the most powerful being in the heavens, so why would Heaven treat him like this?!
How ridiculous and ironic.
Huai Shan stayed silently with the broken jade year after year, without eating or drinking, and he never even moved.
Just when everyone in the Immortal Realm thought that their emperor had gone crazy and wanted to be replaced by a new emperor, he returned to the Immortal Capital and ascended the throne again as if nothing had happened.
How could nothing have happened? He wanted to save his girl.
Even if it goes against the will of heaven and is not tolerated by the laws of nature, he will still save his girl!
I will not regret even if I die nine times.
Huai Shan searched through all the books and finally found a forbidden book, which recorded a forbidden technique that went against the will of heaven.
Take those of the same origin and collect their eight sufferings: birth, old age, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, meeting with enemies, failure to obtain what one desires, and inability to let go. Use those with strong magical powers as a medium to guide the soul into the body and eventually transplant it.
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