Chapter 164 Since I have agreed, you are not allowed to look for him in the future
On the main seat, the Eastern Emperor God Zixiao, dressed in a purple robe and holding a golden cup, looked kind, with a hint of sadness revealed between his brows.
Emperor Fan, dressed in white and holding a red fan, used the fan to block the turbid wine flowing into the wine jar and tried to dissuade him.
"This wine jug is almost empty. If you have anything to say, Lord Zixiao, please speak directly."
Zi Xiao raised his eyes, looked at the cold and beautiful face, hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking: "Hey...Mortals hope to become immortals, and immortals hope to become gods, but when you really become a god, you have more troubles."
"During this Dark Domain Demonic Tide, Che Ming's strength increased tremendously, and even Chi Yan perished... His soul was completely annihilated, leaving him without even a chance to reincarnate..."
A faint white light evaporated the wine from the folding fan. Emperor Fan smiled faintly, and he understood everything in his heart.
"I've heard that the Divine Lord and the Red Flame Divine Lord have been close friends for thousands of years. What's happening now is definitely not what I wish for. I hope the Divine Lord will accept my condolences."
"My condolences..."
Zixiao muttered softly, a helpless smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
"You must be patient... I've lived long enough to see this sort of thing happen a lot. The Dark Domain was lost, and although the six regions of the Nine Provinces worked together to reseal the boundary marker, they were also severely damaged."
"I was so busy calming people's hearts and stabilizing the situation in Jiuzhou that I didn't even have time to go to the Scarlet Flame Temple to bring him some wine... I can't really be considered a good friend..."
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To be honest, this scene made Lin Xingye feel sick. It felt like the entire temple was filled with the fragrance of tea.
The Red Flame Temple is also in the Divine Realm, just a few steps away for a deity like you. You have time to chatter and drink here, why don't you give him a bottle?
You must be kidding me...
This is the first time in my life that I want to use the word "bitch" to describe a man.
Bah, he is a shitty man, just a bad and pretentious old man.
"The Purple Sky Divine Lord has ruled the Divine Realm for many years, worrying about the Nine Provinces and the Six Regions, and deeply feeling the suffering of all living beings. At such a special moment, he was able to put aside his emotions and put the peace of the Nine Provinces first. This is a great heart, and there is really no need to blame himself."
Di Fan has lived for a long time, so he doesn't even need to phrase his compliments, he can just say them out loud.
Zixiao curled his lips with a smile and poured him a glass of wine through his sleeve.
"I am very pleased that Lord Difan can understand. I have a request for you in this invitation."
Gently stroking the jade cup with his fingertips, Di Fan opened his eyelids, staring into the pair of bottomless black pupils, and said with a light smile, "God, please speak."
"I know that you and Xingye Xianjun have known each other in the lower realm, and your relationship is very close..."
Before he could finish his words, Emperor Fan spoke to him in a gentle and serious tone.
"He had already gone through the Nine Heavens Divine Tribulation half a month ago. He should be Xingye Divine Lord now. Don't call him Divine Lord by mistake."
A look of surprise flashed in Zixiao's eyes, and he squinted his eyes and responded with a smile.
"Yes, Lord Xingye, it is indeed I who have lost my voice."
"Everyone says that he cultivates the purest divine fire and possesses a pure heart. They say his divine fire can cleanse the mortal world and burn away all suffering."
[Useless tip: The divine fire here is not the Lingtai divine fire ignited by Di Fan. The Lingtai divine fire is the original power.]
"However, he has just experienced a divine tribulation. We should wait until his soul is stable before sending an envoy to invite him to guard the boundary marker."
"But the Red Flame God's death was a sudden event. Although the Dark Realm boundary marker has been sealed, the monsters still stubbornly resist and continue to attack the seal. I am worried that if no one guards it, the monsters will break the seal, and the nine provinces and six regions will face another devastation."
"So...what does the Lord God mean?"
Di Fan's expression turned stern, and his voice was tinged with frost.
"I would like to trouble Lord Difan to go and ask Lord Xingye to guard the Dark Realm Boundary Monument."
Zixiao had a smile on his face, his tone was neither soft nor hard, but it revealed that he could not be questioned.
The Dark Realm Boundary Monument has always been a place where no one can return, no matter if you are an immortal or a god.
The fire gods of all generations were bound to the top of the snowy mountains by the sacred fire praised by the world, never seeing the scorching sun, only covered by wind and snow, until they fell.
Only those who are sincere and have pure minds can practice the way of divine fire, but after becoming a god, they have to bear the vicious resentment and demonic obstacles on behalf of the world.
There is no singing, no eulogy, simply because that is the way of heaven.
Di Fan sneered, his gentle look gone, his peach blossom eyes filled with mockery.
"It seems that there are truly no sincere people in the Divine Realm. They enjoy the unique Spirit Pool Fairy Feast, but haven't added a single divine fire in a thousand years."
"The divine way is to choose one in a million. In the past ten thousand years, only a handful of people have been able to cultivate the divine fire. It is destiny, and it can only be encountered by chance."
Zixiao answered righteously.
Lin Xingye: Haha, I can’t tell whether it’s true or not, so I’ll just leave it to God.
Di Fan sighed coldly.
"Yes, there are only a handful of people who have cultivated the divine fire, but now they have all lost their souls. It is really sad~"
"The greater your ability, the heavier the burden on your shoulders will naturally be... This is the way of heaven."
Zixiao's answer was subtle and he showed no intention of giving in.
"Tsk..." It's the way of heaven again...
Di Fan sighed softly, took the cup, drank the throat-burning wine, and said calmly, "He has an impatient temper. I'm afraid he can't stand the desolation and loneliness of that bitter cold place."
"Well, I'll go~"
"This..." Zixiao pretended to hesitate. "I'm afraid this is inappropriate... The gods of literature and Taoism are meant to pass on the tradition of ritual and cultivation. For thousands of years, there has been no precedent for a god of literature and Taoism guarding a boundary marker."
The crimson fan swayed gently, and her peach blossom eyes stared at the extremely hypocritical face with a mocking chuckle.
"Heh, Purple Sky Divine Lord summoned me here. Isn't this the answer you want to hear?"
"Why did you pretend to refuse even though I agreed?"
Zixiao was seen through, but he was neither ashamed nor angry. He just poured him another glass of wine.
"You are just too smart~ so smart that it's scary~"
"If you sit in a high position for too long, you'll naturally be more afraid~"
The emperor smiled brightly, closed his red folding fan quietly, and tapped the edge of the jade cup lightly.
On the clear wine, the concealing illusion quietly dissipated and turned into a bloodthirsty scarlet.
"My supreme divine power can purify evil spirits and filth. This soul-destroying wine is useless to me. I think there is no need to drink it anymore~"
The elegant lady in white left with a flick of her sleeves, leaving only the clear and melodious divine music echoing in the temple.
"Since I have agreed, you are not allowed to look for him from now on."
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The gilded temple disappeared into thin air, and in a blink of an eye they had reached the top of the snow-capped mountain.
The ice purgatory has been covered in wind and snow for years. On the cracked ice surface, black iron chains are tightly wrapped around the boundary marker engraved with Sanskrit.
Next to the boundary marker, a new elegant bamboo courtyard has been added.
In the bamboo courtyard, a man in white clothes, a red fan, and a guqin, one song lasts for a hundred years.
The evil spirit corrodes the soul, and even with the purification of supreme divine power, it cannot withstand the passage of thousands of years.
The quiet bamboo courtyard was eventually contaminated by foul air, which even the howling cold wind from the bitter cold land could not dispel.
But fortunately, he is pure and innocent, and the people he wants to protect are still bright and beautiful.
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