His eyes slowly opened, and Yue Li's features gradually became clearer. He slowly descended from mid-air, with a graceful and elegant figure, his sleeves fluttering, carrying with him a biting coldness.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva stood up shakily with the help of his Zen staff. A smile broke out on his pale face. He knelt on the cold floor and prostrated himself with his hands. "Welcome, Your Majesty!"
Immediately afterwards, all the surviving gods knelt down, their faces gleaming with piety. They all said in unison, "We respectfully welcome our Lord!"
The Jiyuan Sword that had just been circling in the air made a sound like the beating of drums and the ringing of bells, and flew into the hands of the God Yue Li with a whoosh. Yue Li raised the corners of his lips and waved his sleeves lightly. Everyone felt that an invisible hand was dragging them up. There was no disgust on their faces, only submission and respect.
Jiuxi woke up from a nightmare. There was a strong smell of incense burning in the house. She sniffed and it was... the smell of soul-soothing incense.
She lifted the quilt sadly, but accidentally fell under the bed. Her knees were bruised from the pain and she had severe heart pain. She only put on an outer coat and ran out without even putting on her shoes. In her dream, the man's blood-stained face was still very clear.
She cried out heartbreakingly, shouting, crying, and running, "Ming Ye! Ming Ye!"
The crying was deafening, even the Black and White Impermanence in Sanchuan Road heard it, and quickly dodged to Jiuxi's side. They watched the petite figure fall to the ground, covering her face with her hands, tears seeping out from between her fingers.
The Black and White Impermanence hurriedly helped Jiuxi up, one on each side, and asked, "Sir, what's wrong?"
Jiuxi had never felt so frightened before. It felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Her whole body was numb and trembling violently. Obviously, her face should be rosy after sleeping for a long time, but instead, she was as pale as a ghost. Her voice was like that of an old woman on the verge of death, hoarse and inaudible, "Mingye... Where is Mingye!"
"The Lord just went to Fengdu City and said he would be back soon!" Bai Wuchang replied.
Nine-colored brilliance floated slowly in the fairy world. At that moment, Yue Li, the real owner of the Jiyuan Sword, stood in the air with the sword in his hand. His white robe rustled, and he fiercely slashed at the blood-colored Suzaku Blood Formation. The surging spiritual power mixed with the deterrence of the Jiyuan Sword swept over, and the Suzaku Blood Formation was instantly dispersed by the brilliance. The Suzaku Black Bird, which had not yet taken shape, was shattered into pieces by the spiritual power.
As the phoenix sang loudly, all the filth and blood disappeared as Yue Li's spiritual energy vibrated and spread out. The fairy world returned to its previous peace.
But that person really disappeared.
No one will remember that person's contribution. They will only remember that it was Lord Yueli who used his ancient divine power to save the six realms from the water and fire.
The fireballs descending from the sky were purified by the pure spiritual energy. The earth was no longer dry and cracked, and the temperature of the sea also subsided. Everything was brand new, and instead exuded a strong vitality. Yue Li descended from the sky, his eyebrows and eyes were cold. He just looked at the immortal monarchs who wanted to flatter him lightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Do you know the monstrous mistake you have made?"
The immortals all prostrated themselves, their faces pressed against the cold jade bricks, with a look of piety. "We know we are wrong! We hope the Immortal Lord will punish us!"
Behind the unanimous voice, an immortal suddenly said indignantly, "If it weren't for this catastrophe, the god would not have been able to recover his divine body..."
But after saying half of his words, the Immortal King felt that he couldn't continue.
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