Yue Li just smiled coldly. Now that the immortal race was dying out and the catastrophe of the six realms had been resolved, the damage caused could never be erased. He always remembered the tear left by the purple-robed man when he left, which was cold yet hot.
He, on the other hand, does not wish to recover his divine body.
Without stopping in the Immortal Realm, Yue Li transformed into a stream of light and suddenly disappeared in the Immortal Realm. However, he did not immediately go to the Netherworld. Instead, he stopped on a barren mountain. Although the thatched cottage was dilapidated, it was covered by a layer of barrier. He stood outside the door and waited for a long time. Finally, a sound came from inside the house. Yue Bai walked out, still wearing the same coarse cloth robe. Yue Bai looked at the man who looked like a god and said in surprise, "Jialou Mingye..."
"I came here for Su Jiu's magic seal." Yue Li's tone was light, and no emotion could be heard from it, but it was a bit dull and cold.
Yuebai raised his head and looked at the sky. The fireballs wrapped in blazing flames had disappeared. There was peace and tranquility. It seemed that the sounds of birds could be heard clearly. All things were slowly reborn under the mighty power of the God. A fresh green suddenly appeared in front of Yuebai, which really made Yuebai a little uncomfortable.
The calamity of the six realms...has been resolved.
There was no more corpse aura on this person. What was left was only a thick and clean aura, without even the slightest trace of death...
In less than half an incense stick's time, Yue Li emerged from the room, her long, winding robe sweeping across the spotless floor. She looked at the man, whose silhouette was clearly visible against the backlight, and said, "The immortal race is declining. You should go to the immortal realm."
At this moment, a baby's cry was heard, and Yuebai hurried into the house. Su Jiu gave birth to a big fat son for him.
He seemed to be always accustomed to coming and going in a hurry, wandering in the human world. Looking at the villages destroyed by the flood, there was a trace of compassion between his eyebrows. Looking at the scorching earth baked by the fireballs regaining its former fertility, there was a trace of relief in his eyebrows.
All the demons imprisoned in the immortal prison were released.
But can the six realms really coexist peacefully?
Yue Li no longer cared about these things. In fact, this world no longer needed the existence of gods. It was just that the immortals were playing with fire and burning themselves.
Jiuxi had been waiting in the hall, feeling very impatient, pacing back and forth, his footsteps chaotic and disorganized. Someone suddenly ran in, excitedly saying, "Sir! The Lord has returned! The calamity of the six realms has been resolved!"
The brows that were filled with worry suddenly relaxed. Jiuxi hurried out, but saw the man's cold face. The white hem of his clothes was gently lifted by the breeze. He seemed as pure and beautiful as a god. But Jiuxi did not go forward to hug him. Instead, she stepped back and sneered, "No, you are not him."
If I admit my mistake once, how could I admit it a second time?
His eyes are always filled with tenderness. His gaze is as calm as an ancient well, but it is disturbed by her. This god in a white robe is not him.
Yue Li frowned and slowly approached her. He stretched out his fingers to pick the fallen leaves from her hair. His tone was filled with caution that Yue Li had not noticed, "Axi, I have regained my divine form."
Listen, even the cold voice is the same.
The cold fingers involuntarily brushed across her skin. She smiled, but there was endless desolation in her eyes. "God, do you want to lie to me too?"
The fairy world deceived her, so Yue Li, are you going to deceive her too?
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