Snowflakes fluttering, the north wind whistling~~
In the Temple of Destruction, the figure of the God of Destruction was lonely and heavy. He sat on the high and mighty divine throne, his gaze empty as he looked forward. Heaven and earth were a sheet of a vast gray, as if the entire world had lost its color. Around the divine throne, an aura of destruction lingered, causing the entire divine temple to be shrouded in a sheet of oppression.
"Why? Why is it like this?" The God of Destruction murmured in a low voice, his heart full of incomprehension and pain. He and Qing Xuan had been husband and wife for tens of thousands of years. Although it was just a formality, he had always regarded Qing Xuan as his most important existence.
However, now Qing Xuan had suddenly proposed to re-examine their relationship, and even to remove the na of husband and wife. How could he accept this?
He recalled Qing Xuan’s various performances in the Temple of Life. The evasive gaze, the resolute words—not a single one did not pierce his heart.
"Qing Xuan? Is this na nice? How can it be as nice as Little Lü?"
The God of Destruction let out a bitter laugh, the laugh full of helplessness and self-mockery. He reached out and gently caressed a pillar of destruction by the side of the divine throne, as if he could draw a trace of comfort from this icy pillar.
"One year in the lower realm, one day in the Divine Realm... In just one day’s ti, she has actually changed so much," the God of Destruction murmured to himself, a trace of unwillingness in his eyes. "Have I overlooked sothing? Or has she encountered so special person or matter in the lower realm?"
"It’s only been one day!" His fingertips dug into the stone pillar. The stone pillar instantly cracked into dust, turning into a black powder that scattered in the air.
He slowly walked to the window of the divine temple and gazed at the endless Divine Realm void outside. Specks of a snow-flake-like brilliance were fluttering in the void, as if also adding a touch of desolation to his state of mind.
"Perhaps... I should go and find her, and ask clearly," an impulse suddenly welled up in the God of Destruction’s heart.
However, he hesitated again. He knew that since Qing Xuan had made such a decision, then she must have her own reasons and considerations. If he were to go and question her, it might only make her even more firm in her decision.
"No... I can’t go," the God of Destruction shook his head, negating his own thought. "I should give her so ti and space, to let her think it over carefully. Maybe... maybe she was just impulsive for a mont. After a period of ti, she will regret it."
"Yes, that’s right. It was just a montary impulse. The mortal world of red dust is a great place for tempering the heart. Little Lü had just stayed on the Douluo Continent for a little while and was influenced by these complicated emotions. When she cos back to her senses, she will surely understand who her true ho is," the God of Destruction comforted himself in his heart, trying to calm the waves within.
He slowly turned around, his gaze once again landing on the stone pillar that had turned to dust. An inexplicable irritability welled up in his heart. With a wave of the God of Destruction’s hand, another stone pillar appeared out of thin air. He fiercely punched it. The stone pillar instantly exploded, as if to vent the frustration in his heart along with it.
"Ah—" He let out a long howl. The sound echoed in the empty Temple of Destruction, lingering for a long ti, full of helplessness and unwillingness. He tightly clenched his two fists, his nails almost digging into his palms, yet he felt not the slightest bit of pain. The pain in his heart was thousands of tis stronger than any physical injury.
"By the way, hasn’t a new fellow co from another plane to the Divine Realm recently? Hmph, to wander around in the universe with his eight wives. To have co to my Divine Realm and to still be thinking of running. There is one point that the Asura was right about. For a god-seat with such great potential as his, it is better to leave an inheritance in the Divine Realm."
"Although I haven’t t this fellow many tis, since this fellow can have so many wives, I suppose he has a great insight into the way of feelings. Should I go and ask him?"
He turned and left the divine temple. His figure instantly disappeared from his original spot. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the periphery of another not-so-remote, quiet place in the Divine Realm.
Just at this ti, in the quiet place, a man in an elegant long robe was sitting in a pavilion in a flower garden.
He looked to be in his late twenties, his appearance extrely handso. A head of long, golden hair was scattered over his shoulders, casual yet full of a llow taste. He was wearing a long, white robe similar to a chef’s uniform.
Sipping the tea in his hand, a smile was on his face as he looked at a red and a blue figure in the flower garden.
"I wonder when I’ll be able to run away~~ I was ignorant when I was young. Now I’m being held back by this Divine Realm~~"
Suddenly, his face changed. The smile on his face converged, and his brow furrowed slightly.
His pupils moved slightly. He looked in one direction and murmured in a low voice, "The God of Destruction of the Divine Realm? What is he doing here? When I first arrived here, I didn’t see him looking very welcoming. So cold. Looking at this aura, it seems his mood is very bad? Worry, irritability, grief, expectation? Strange. Really too strange."
In the flower garden, a wisp of a red beautiful figure looked over here and asked with confusion, "Nianbing, what’s wrong?"
This person was precisely Rong Nianbing. As the God of Emotion, he had achieved godhood on his original continent. In the final battle, he had even, with a single thought, instantly killed the boss. After coming to the Tang family’s Divine Realm, he was a first-level god who had been severely suppressed.
Carrying the power of the gods of life and death of his original world, with the thod of the sa origin of ice and fire, he had evolved the power of the elents of ice, fire, earth, wind, space, darkness, and light; he had controlled the power of emotion, and his Dragon Cloud Dance Saber technique had evolved into a divine skill.
He himself also ca with seven pseudo-super-divine weapons and one super-divine weapon; the seven elental pseudo-super-divine weapon sabers, through the thod of the sa origin of ice and fire, could, when fused into one, display the ability of a super-divine weapon. Such a luxurious configuration and god-seat positioning, to give him a God-King was completely no problem.
At this ti, he, who had just arrived in the Divine Realm with his eight wives while traveling the universe, had agreed to the God-King’s invitation to help them stabilize the balance between the universe and the Divine Realm here, and incidentally, if he could leave an inheritance, that would be even better.
Rong Nianbing smiled faintly and waved his hand. "It’s nothing serious, Feng Nü. It’s the God of Destruction who has co. He should have sothing to find for. I’ll go and see."
A look of dissatisfaction appeared on Feng Nü’s peerless face. "Go on, go on. Just be careful. Is there no one left in this Divine Realm? Not to ntion keeping you, an outsider god, here to help, but they don’t even give you a reward. Really..."
Lan Chen, who was just as beautiful as her sister, also lost the mood to play with the flowers and plants. She frowned and looked at Rong Nianbing. "Nianbing, for the God of Destruction to co alone, I’m afraid there is so special matter. Be careful."
Rong Nianbing chuckled lightly and comforted, "Don’t worry. I will handle it well. You all wait for here. I’ll be right back."
As he spoke, his figure flashed and had appeared at the periphery of the quiet place in the Divine Realm, just happening to et the hurriedly arriving God of Destruction.
"God of Destruction, I wonder what your noble business is, for you to grace us with your presence?" Rong Nianbing had a smile on his face, his tone polite yet with a trace of indifference.
The aura of destruction that filled the air around him slightly converged, but the cloud of sorrow between his eyebrows had not dissipated.
He did not speak for a long ti.
The corner of Rong Nianbing’s mouth twitched. He then asked, "What is the God of Destruction trying to do? It couldn’t be that you have co to my place to freeload a al, right?"
"Hmph, human food is just a carnal desire. How could I have co for this?"
(Damn it, that’s because you haven’t eaten the food I’ve made. With my left hand, I can make a plate of Ice and Fire Ruyi Cold Noodles, and with my right, a Nine Azure Divine Ice Dragon Ice Cloud Hidden. If you don’t swallow your tongue on the spot, you can count it as my loss.) Rong Nianbing complained to himself in his heart, but on his face, he still maintained the faint smile, not showing the slightest disrespect.
He grinned, stroking his chin, and looked at the God of Destruction’s state with increasing confusion. He seems to be a little ashad? What kind of emotion is this? A God-King would be ashad to ask a question?
The God of Destruction’s gaze suddenly condensed. He said in a cold voice, "What are you sensing with your divine power?"
"Mmm-hmm, ahem ahem ahem; nothing, nothing. I just saw that your state seems a little off," Rong Nianbing hurriedly waved his hand and awkwardly withdrew his own divine power. "A small check, haha."
The atmosphere was stiff for a mont.
The corner of Rong Nianbing’s mouth twitched again. What on earth is this fellow doing? Isn’t this delaying the happy ti I have with my wives?
"That... that, Destruction..."
"God of Emotion, I hear you, the God of Emotion, are well-versed in the ways of love?" the God of Destruction suddenly spoke.
Rong Nianbing was slightly stunned for a mont, and then imdiately chuckled lightly. "You must be joking. A matter of affection, who would dare to say they are well-versed? Even if my god-seat is that of emotion, I can only say that I have a slight comprehension of it. After all, I have experienced quite a lot. The God-King has co for this?" His face was a little strange. A majestic God-King of the Divine Realm was coming to him for advice on a matter of affection?
"This is not a convenient place to talk. You follow ."
After the God of Destruction had spoken, without waiting for Rong Nianbing to reply, he turned around and flew towards the depths of the Divine Realm. Although Rong Nianbing was puzzled in his heart, he had no choice but to follow.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, were flying in the ethereal space of the Divine Realm.
The snowflakes were still fluttering, and the north wind was still whistling. But the state of mind of the two was different. The God of Destruction’s heart was full of irritability and unease, while Rong Nianbing was more so curious and amused. After all, the God of Destruction in front, his emotions at this ti were quite thought-provoking.
Before long, the God of Destruction had stopped before a remote piece of land. He casually sat down on a reef.
He raised his pupils to look at Rong Nianbing. "God of Emotion, you say, if a person suddenly proposes to re-examine a relationship of tens of thousands of years, and even wants to end this relationship, what could be the reason?" The God of Destruction’s voice was low and hoarse.
Hearing this, Rong Nianbing was shocked in his heart, his brow slightly wrinkling. What does this an? The Goddess of Life wants to divorce him? Holy cow...
Is the matter this big? Is this sothing I can hear? This fellow won’t kill to silence , right? Mmm... he alone probably can’t kill . Two God-Kings from this Divine Realm would probably be needed to really put in a life-and-death crisis...
His pupils moved. He coughed once and asked, "Ahem, that... God of Destruction, I wonder how this friend of yours is feeling at this mont? What is he thinking in his heart?"
"A friend?" The God of Destruction was stunned for a mont, and then imdiately nodded. He said with a calm face, "Mmm, this friend of mine is in a very complicated mood at this ti," the God of Destruction added. His gaze beca deep, as if he had fallen into a deep mory.
"He both feels pain and is also lost. There is also so unwillingness and anger. He doesn’t understand why a relationship of tens of thousands of years would suddenly beco like this, doesn’t understand why the other party would want to re-examine and even want to end this relationship."
Hearing this, Rong Nianbing nodded lightly, his heart expressing sympathy for the encounter of this "friend" before him.
After a mont of contemplation, only then did he slowly speak, "God of Destruction, a matter of affection is complex and ever-changing, difficult to grasp. For a person to suddenly make such a request, it may be because at a certain mont, she has seen the true desire of her own heart, or in a certain experience, she has found the life she truly wants."
"It is also possible that in this relationship, she has felt so kind of discomfort or restraint and wants to break free, to find her own freedom."
The life she truly wants? The God of Destruction beca a little irritable. "Then you say, what should this friend of mine do?"
Rong Nianbing thought for a long while. "God of Destruction, this friend of yours can try to communicate, to understand the other party’s thoughts and feelings, and to see if there is any room for recovery."
The God of Destruction’s brow furrowed tightly, as if he were weighing Rong Nianbing’s words. He was silent for a while before he slowly spoke, "Then what if... there is no result from communication either?"
Rong Nianbing sighed and said softly, "Then, this friend of yours will need to learn to let go. Sotis, to let go is also a kind of love. Since the other party wants it to be so, then it is better to respect her choice."
Hearing this, the God of Destruction’s body trembled slightly. The aura of destruction that had just cald down suddenly beca turbulent again.
"Hey hey hey! God of Destruction, why don’t you listen to one more word from ?" Seeing that this fellow seed to be on the verge of going berserk, Rong Nianbing hurriedly spoke out to persuade him.
The God of Destruction forcibly suppressed the waves in his heart, his gaze like a torch as he looked at Rong Nianbing. "Speak."
"Ahem," Rong Nianbing coughed lightly, sorted out his thoughts, and slowly said, "Has this friend of yours figured out the reason why the other party has made this choice?"
The God of Destruction fell into a deep thought. After a long while, he said, "Perhaps... it’s because of a child, the inability to have physical contact, or the like?"
Rong Nianbing couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. "Those two friends have not had any physical contact to this day?"
The God of Destruction humd with so frustration. "Their constitutions are both a little special."
(Can this be called husband and wife?) Several question marks appeared above Rong Nianbing’s head.
"Then this matter is quite difficult, ha, haha," Rong Nianbing was a little regretful at this ti. He shouldn’t have co. This Divine Realm was really harming him. He had run into all sorts of strange things. Cooking was still more suitable for him.
"Aren’t you the God of Emotion? You can sense others’ emotions?"
"Ah? Ah, I suppose so."
The God of Destruction frowned, stood up, and said, "Then I’ll have to trouble you with one thing. Secretly sense the emotions of all the gods and see if there are any emotions such as struggle, confusion, regret, or the like."
Rong Nianbing’s eyebrow raised. "What if I’m discovered? A first-level god is a little better. If the other party is a God-King, wouldn’t that be..."
"Don’t worry. I won’t let you be directly exposed," the God of Destruction interrupted Rong Nianbing’s words. "I will use a trace of the power of the Divine Realm’s central hub to help you conceal it. The ti will be short. And it will be a secret, subtle sensing. You won’t be exposed."
"This is not in accordance with the rules, right? Aren’t you violating..."
"It’s not a big deal. And I will bear all the consequences. That friend of mine wants to know the answer, so that he can also make a choice. If you help , I promise you can leave a few decades earlier."
"Really?" A thought moved in Rong Nianbing’s heart.
"Really."
"Alright. Let’s make it clear in advance. I won’t be taking the bla."
After two and a half cups of tea’s ti, Rong Nianbing looked at the God of Destruction with so sympathy as he dejectedly returned to the Temple of Destruction.
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