"Sotis I wonder... did the elder think that battle was the end, deciding to perish together. If the elder knew that the battle was ruined by , and it's not over yet, would he bla for being ddleso, making his sacrifice seem sowhat unworthy..."
"But later on, I think the elder wouldn't bla ... because this is the Spirit Clan, with tribemates behind him. His decision to perish wasn't just to coordinate with Ye Wuming's battle, but because this is the Spirit Clan. Just like in those days, when he carved the array plate amidst the thunder and raging flas, with pursuit close behind, yet he didn't leave, still ditating outside the Spirit Clan."
"This detail, I only understood much later."
"The elder's cultivation technique is fierce, and he is a killing god of the Demon Path, but these inner wills are the foundation that supported the elder to practice to the Imperial Realm Third Layer with a mortal body."
"Originally, I might have beco a second you... but I was luckier than the elder; I t them... starting with Hongling, all the way to Jiuyou. So I didn't need to be painfully entangled in demonic intent and evil qi, I could walk my own path, stride forward."
"Though different in form, the spirits are the sa. Elder, rest assured, your legacy will continue to be passed down in this world. Gods and Buddhas may vanish, but the human heart endures."
With these words, the wine was finished.
The Blood God Saber, enshrined before the spiritual tablets, buzzed as if in response.
Zhao Changhe also felt his mind leap, gaining so insight into life and death he'd been pondering.
As it is known in the Zhao Mansion, so people die, yet they still live on.
What is life and death... in this godly world, it's indescribable.
Zhao Changhe took out the Blood-drinking Stone acquired from the Otherworld and placed it before the spirit tablet: "Since the Blood God Saber is here and Sect Hierarch Xue didn't take it back, then let this material be placed here as well. I've infused it with so trials; in the future, whether from the Blood God Sect or the Spirit Clan, whoever passes the trial will be a successor of the Blood God's lineage."
Behind him, the Temple Guardian Elders responded: "Yes."
Zhao Changhe turned back to see two middle-aged won, still charming: "Do you recognize ?"
The woman sighed: "We were the Holy Maiden's Guards back then, and we even gave you worm cakes. Did you think we could let soone ramble in the Holy Temple so randomly?"
"So it was you traitors."
"..."
Zhao Changhe asked: "Where is Sisi now?"
"Here she is." With the words, Sisi strolled in from outside the hall.
There stood a youthful queen between the two traitorous won, with a striking visual impact as vivid as Gusu.
Sisi walked into the hall with a composed deanor, solemnly bowing to the spiritual tablet, then instructed calmly: "Pass down the Saint Envoy's ntioned trial, announce it to the entire tribe."
The Elders bowed again: "Yes."
Sisi stood up, looked at the spiritual tablet above, and whispered: "Previously, we worshipped the Ancestor God for so many years without knowing who we were worshiping. It seed like just an illusion. Now there's a tangible form; we know what we are worshiping."
Zhao Changhe responded with a "Hmm."
Beside him, Ye Jiuyou was muttering: "Actually, you can worship too, I protect you all."
The Great Han's National Religion does worship Piaomiao, worshiping Ye Wuming, making Ye Jiuyou a bit envious as she contemplates it.
Sisi glanced at her and smiled: "Sisi isn't well-acquainted with sister... maybe next ti we can worship in bed, and perhaps it'll work then."
Ye Jiuyou widened her eyes.
She was indeed not well-acquainted with Sisi, unexpectedly finding such a type in Zhao Changhe's harem. Weren't you just solemnly worshiping and instructing, and then you turned around and beca like this?
Zhao Changhe was quite accustod to Sisi's deanor: "Let's go, don't speak nonsense in front of Elder Lie, shall we check out the current Witchcraft arrangents?"
"Sure." Sisi readily took Zhao Changhe's arm and walked out of the hall.
Ye Jiuyou followed alongside, scrutinizing Sisi from head to toe, like she saw a treasure.
What was that about being wanton in contrast with order... you're supposed to be Lie's successor, but you seem more like mine.
After leaving the Holy Temple, down the mountain, Sisi sat in a gazebo, with attendants on either side presenting wine and refreshnts.
Long-missed flower cakes, long-missed roasted insects, long-missed floral brew.
The intoxication of mountain flowers, the murmur of flowing water, all resonated with the trickle of wine pouring from Sisi's hands, suddenly showcasing a profound tranquility.
After pouring the wine, Sisi looked up with a radiant smile: "Why aren't you speaking; do you feel the most guilty towards , with so much to say but not knowing how?"
Zhao Changhe lowered his head and responded with a "Hmm."
Originally constrained by the vast distances, eting with Sisi was rare; the last eting was on the battlefield, followed by slumber after the battle.
Reflecting on the last battlefield, it was the clever little demoness who managed to trigger "Unity of Hearts," thus breaking the Unity Gu... Zhao Changhe sotis thought if she hadn't plotted, if everyone genuinely tried the Unity of Hearts, they might have never succeeded.
"Actually, you owe nothing... you've saved my Spirit Clan from disaster several tis, supporting as the King of Miao, yet I've given you nothing... can I only reciprocate with thoughts of you, does that count?"
Zhao Changhe could only say: "It counts."
"That's why my na isn't very fitting." Sisi laughed: "But now, for you, distance is no longer an issue, and in the future, ti won't be either. The many obstacles for love and longing in the human world, for us, no longer exist; does that count as happiness after hardship?"
Zhao Changhe's sowhat heavy mood dissipated slowly: "It counts."
"Then don't wear that silent face." Sisi gracefully left her seat and sat on Zhao Changhe's lap, raising a cup to his lips: "Feed ."
Ye Jiuyou: "?"
Isn't this you feeding him? Why is it "feed "?
Yet Zhao Changhe took a sip, leaned down, and passed it over to Sisi's lips.
Ye Jiuyou: "..."
Indeed, it's "feed ," she learned well.
No, you two just like this, right in front of ? You're still a queen, after all.
One mouthful of wine passed, a hint of blush on Sisi's face, as bright as peach blossoms: "Originally, I was to take you both back to the city to rest, but at this mont, since Wanzhuang and Hongling are around, let cherish this little ti with you, alright?"
Ye Jiuyou knocked her head, this was blatantly hinting at her to leave.
Forget it, hearing this doesn't seem easy; Ye Jiuyou didn't want to act like a lantern, so she got up, saying: "I'll go find them."
With that, she slipped away, fearing that Sisi's longing might overflow like a river if she stayed any longer.
Sisi snuggled into his shoulder nook, secretly glancing at where Ye Jiuyou left, whispering: "This sister Jiuyou is more considerate than I imagined, is she really the Demon God Jiuyou?"
"Maybe not so much now... she's already human."
"So humans wish to beco Demon Gods, and Demon Gods wish to be human?"
"Different desires."
Sisi nodded: "I don't care about being a Demon God; I want the powers of a Demon God, just to ensure no more long distances, no more yearning."
Zhao Changhe gently kissed her slightly warm cheek, remaining silent.
Sisi softly said: "Actually, besides Elder Lie's cenotaph set in the Holy Temple, there's another cenotaph over at Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. Can you guess whom it belongs to?"
Zhao Changhe's heart moved slightly: "Sword Emperor."
Sisi bead: "I knew you would guess it. I set up a cenotaph for him, keeping it secret for fear of the others' displeasure. But for us, that's our fate connection."
Zhao Changhe thought that when Sword Emperor set up the false tomb, it was to hide his tracks but also to trap others; if one rashly intruded upon the Sword Emperor's Tomb, one would likely die terribly. Yet those who encountered it were Zhao Changhe, Sisi, and Tang Wanju, each with a clearer mind than the last, and thus a grand trap didn't explode, remaining a dud.
No matter how Sword Emperor planned it, one must admit it was the fate most entwined with Sisi and him.
To the world, detested Heavenly Dao minions, but Sisi alone would set a cenotaph, solely to cherish her unique longing.
With this thought, Zhao Changhe carried Sisi in his arms: "Then let's also go pay respects, not for anything else, just for him causing our entanglent."
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PS: Transition chapter, a bit short, bear with it.
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