Otherworldly Desert Dust - Chapter 681 - 633 Flirting Regardless of the Occasion
What a sin it is.
Wu Hen, for a moment, didn’t know how to explain or console.
He suddenly remembered that before he left, he had told Fairy Gong Qin a romantic tale of pure friendship, hoping that after his death, she would offer him a flower. Given the mess he caused, if Fairy Gong Qin didn’t spit on his grave, it would show she had too much grace.
A sin, a sin indeed. Originally, he thought time followed a singular law, but he didn’t expect that time actually coexists with multiple laws, encompassing grandfather paradoxes, time rivers, and even parallel dimensions…
Speaking of it, Fairy Gong Qin is indeed the heart demon itself, and there’s no issue there. Perhaps her master realized this after the fact, but couldn’t directly inform Fairy Gong Qin, so before his own carefree departure, he instructed Yellow Immortal to watch over Fairy Gong Qin’s centennial tribulation. Yet, Yellow Immortal misunderstood the deeper meaning, mistakenly thinking that the future Fairy Gong Qin was the mastermind behind the chaos in the world.
It’s impossible to explain in a few words, and anything Wu Hen said now to the young Fairy Gong Qin was just rubbing salt in her wounds.
The task had to be done. Wu Hen glanced at Ruan Muhuan’s battle with the Female Martial Ancestor Du Xiao, and found that Ruan Muhuan was in a stalemate with her. Du Xiao, after all, was a seasoned High Martial God, and had already compensated for her initial disadvantage against Ruan Muhuan with her own experience.
Wu Hen used his Four Senses to weave the scenario for the next twenty minutes, ensuring that Ruan Muhuan wouldn’t be defeated nor ambushed by other gods, before he flew toward White Mountain with peace of mind.
Within White Mountain, the battle became extremely chaotic. Half the Heavenly Kings from the Night Nuwa Lineage had fallen, and the other half were fleeing in succession. The Old Gods of Cang Chu naturally knew these Heavenly Kings were large energy bodies. If they were killed, the massive spiritual factors of Cang Chu stolen by them would become theirs, elevating their realms. Whether for the sake of righteousness or their own interests, they launched a brutal pursuit.
At this time, even though Red Robe Saint Cai Qiong was the leader of the Old Gods, he couldn’t control every God’s self-interest. After the Night Leader withdrew from this conflict, the situation turned into one side plundering the other.
Cai Qiong glanced at the gradually recovering Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea and saw many crafty old Gods eager to act.
Not that they didn’t want to see what the outside world was like, but they feared it might be a trap aimed at them. What if this so-called Ascension was actually a selection by higher-dimensional beings, filtering out prime and juicy lives to serve on their dining tables?
Faced with the unknown, any intelligent life form knows to retreat behind the crowd, letting the fearless ones go first to test the dangers within.
Yet often, opportunities are bestowed upon those who take the first step, and they feared others would seize the initiative.
It was apparent that every God was struggling, deciding whether to step out into the outside world or remain within Cang Chu, all while guarding against other Gods, wondering if they were being used by each other.
In contrast, the Nuwa Lineage from the future harbored no such worries or suspicions. They had only one belief: even if a thousand-mile abyss lay ahead, even if the other shore was an illusion, they would cross over it. Such cohesion could perhaps only form through shared suffering.
For a moment, Red Robe Saint Cai Qiong looked up, gazing at the Infinite City three hundred years into the future. He suddenly realized those truly lost in this otherworldly jungle were themselves. Knowing well that this land was not suitable for living, yet fearing to explore further, akin to ignorant and timid ancient people retreating completely upon seeing the ocean when attempting to reach the continent’s end.
The ocean can be conquered, and so can the starry sky. They lost their Nuwa God End and completely lost themselves in this increasingly decaying land.
…
There hadn’t been a polar reversal in the Seven-Colored Mountain and Sea for some time. This beautiful Divine Mountain and Holy Wave was teeming with life. Merely the tip of the iceberg was infinitely inviting, unaffected by any natural disasters. Whether developing magnificent technology on such land, or embarking on the path of cultivation, either could be achieved.
The harmony there, the vastness there, is the true Pure Land favored by Heaven.
Mingyi stood on the White Mountain Peak, gazing toward the enigmatic realm unfolding like a painting. Its true appearance was not some Infinite City stacked through some form of high-dimensional mapping, nor was it bestowed by Heaven. It was entirely natural, where there surely existed no despair-inducing realms, everything equal, everything thriving together. Even if a food chain existed, it wasn’t the hateful jungle law, without absolute dominant species, nor absolute insignificance and meagerness. They eventually formed a perfect and healthy cycle of life, orderly, pure, each with its own mission.
Her Time Yuan You was releasing tidal-like Time Energy. This Time Tide was reverse, restoring this Land of Myths to its lush period, repairing everything to before the conflicts began.
Finally, the ever-expanding mythical scroll presented bizarre changes, not adhering to the human world’s horizontal rule flowing downward, but instead slowly upward. Mingyi had to activate her Spiritual Vision so her sight could reach further places. And further away, the mythical land stretched toward the sky, looking very much like the world itself was sprawling across the Heaven Rank…
But at this moment, Time Yuan You’s energy was exhausted. Mingyi sprinkled temporal rain upon this soon-to-wither world, barely prolonging its limited vitality and lushness. It wouldn’t be long before it withered again.
“Wu Hen!”
Mingyi pointed ahead, signaling Wu Hen that if he wanted to step into the outside world, he must do so now.
Wu Hen didn’t hesitate further. He flew over, and after reuniting with Mingyi at the White Mountain Peak, he flew resolutely toward the Mythical World that slowly spiraled into the stars.
The moment he flew out, a red figure followed.
The red figure didn’t maliciously obstruct; he merely kept a certain distance, trailing behind Wu Hen and Mingyi, seemingly a bit curious about the other side as well.
“What on earth is he trying to do?” Mingyi still held shadows of Red Robe Saint in her heart, this guy recently exterminated their Douyi Star Palace martial artists, who could not be revived through Nuwa Divine Power and were gone forever.
“Don’t know, let’s first see what’s on the other end and plant our Space Seed. Many rules we presume to grasp already exist in the world. We often act as discoverers, experiencers, users, not creators. What we do is no different from fire-making with wood, like Suirenshi’s constant attempts. We should simply proceed and explore… Having results would inaugurate a new epoch for humanity. Without results, then we find a quiet place to have some kids, write down our traces of exploring the world, and pass it to them.” Wu Hen said.
After hearing this, Mingyi couldn’t help but laugh. Despite experiencing so many things, Wu Hen could still crack jokes regardless of the situation?
“Who said I’d have kids with you?” Mingyi said.
“I never said it’d be with you, we could each…” Wu Hen didn’t get to finish before his arm was violently pinched purple, causing him to grimace in pain.
Though Wu Hen wasn’t the only one wincing, trailing closely behind them, Red Robe Saint Cai Qiong’s face already turned livid.
These little brats didn’t put him, the revered saint, in their eyes at all, flirting regardless of the occasion!
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