Inside the side hall.
Jiangli sat down and looked at Xia Xin, her gaze sowhat dazed.
"It’s actually you..."
Xia Xin smiled faintly, "I didn’t expect to still be alive either. It’s all thanks to the Divine Monarch’s grace."
Jiangli glanced at Fu Shiyan and asked, "What exactly happened?"
Fu Shiyan, upon hearing this, said, "I don’t fully understand the events from eight hundred years ago. At that ti, I was in seclusion due to severe injuries when I suddenly felt your Lifefire fading. I traced it to Mangshan, where you were covered in blood, resealing the Black Demon. Tianxuan had stripped all its Spiritual Bones to restore the dragon vein."
When he arrived, it was complete chaos.
He didn’t even have ti to be shocked or investigate, he just hurriedly saved a soul fragnt of Tianxuan’s and helped Jiangli reseal the Black Demon.
But he was already severely wounded from breaking out of seclusion forcefully, which left him heavily injured.
So, he only had ti to send Jiangli back to Jiaoyang Temple and didn’t even have a chance to give any instructions before taking Tianxuan’s soul into reincarnation.
His divine status and strength were far above Tianxuan’s, so he returned much earlier.
And because Tianxuan had lost its Spiritual Bones, even though it returned, it was a bit sluggish, with ordinary talent.
However, because Fu Shiyan instructed the people of Fengdu before leaving to send Tianxuan to Jiaoyang Temple,
and arranged for soone to take care of Tianxuan,
that was likely how Tianxuan reentered Jiaoyang Temple under his arrangents.
Upon hearing this, Xia Xin realized, "No wonder Master Ouyang took as a disciple."
Jiangli let out a long sigh, her palms clenched on her knees, "So that’s how it was... But I never recognized you."
Xia Xin imdiately said, "Sister, don’t bla yourself. It’s not your fault. My soul hadn’t fully returned at that ti, and even I didn’t rember these things, let alone you."
With no outsiders around, Xia Xin—or should I say Tianxuan—used the most familiar address from before.
Jiangli, hearing this address, felt sowhat dazed.
Her thoughts seed to be pulled back to many, many years ago.
She watched as Tianxuan slowly transford from stone to human, only to see him disintegrate into a soul before her.
The scene before her shifted, and in that instant, she saw the ground littered with corpses.
Corpses scattered everywhere, mountains and plains full of them.
All the wraiths twisted, struggling in agony, reaching out to her, wailing in pain.
They questioned her—since she was born a deity, why couldn’t she protect them? Instead, she caused their deaths.
Jiangli was enveloped by a strong sense of suffocation.
She suddenly grasped the armrest of the chair tightly.
Fu Shiyan imdiately sensed her distress, leaned forward, one hand supporting Jiangli’s shoulder, the other grasping her wrist, spiritual power warm as flowing water slowly seeped into Jiangli’s body.
Jiangli slowly raised her head, her eyes opening, filled with a fiery hue.
It was the look of impending loss of control.
Fu Shiyan’s heart sank, tightening his grip on Jiangli’s hand, supporting the back of her neck, pulling her into his embrace, "It’s okay, don’t be afraid, I’m here, it’s okay—"
He exuded a warm aura, carefully enveloping Jiangli, gradually soothing the agitation within her.
After a while, Jiangli cald down sowhat.
Fu Shiyan, noticing this, embraced her, then turned to Tianxuan and asked, "Lili doesn’t rember the events from eight hundred years ago. What about you? What exactly happened back then?"
Upon hearing this, Tianxuan replied, "The events from eight hundred years ago actually involved the remnants of the Black Demon Clan refusing to give up."
Long ago, Jiangli and Divine Monarch Ying Long joined forces to seal the Black Demon for the first ti.
Nearly the entire Black Demon Clan was annihilated, but so remnants managed to escape.
Those people never lost their ambition and wanted to release the Black Demon, sparking another war.
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