Chapter 25

After leaving the Hall of Sages, I heaved a sigh of relief. The black shadow behind me froze for a long time, like a stone statue standing at the edge of a cliff. It was trying its best to maintain its balance. Its left hand touched its companion that was almost within reach, but its right hand fell into an abyss where birds didn't exist.

The Little White Dragon had tasted the torment and swaying here for ten thousand years. Tonight, it wasn't even enough to pay back the interest.

I took out a Bodhi fruit and threw it into my mouth. After this lesson, the Little White Dragon would have a much easier time asking for soldiers in the future.

Things that were obtained too easily naturally couldn't be exchanged for anything useful. Only things that could be touched but couldn't be grasped would be treated as treasures. They wouldn't hesitate to use the power of an entire realm.

After strolling through the silent night, we stepped onto the Celestial River. After walking for half an hour, we arrived at the Star Distribution Platform.

Passing through the barrier, we saw a bright starry sky. There was a person with a jade-like body, standing with his hands behind his back. His handsome back was the same as the day we first met. I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. I felt that the days when I was a wisp of smoke on the grapevine were pretty good.

"The Chiling God's divine body hasn't recovered yet. It's better not to get too close to Xufeng."

As the head of the six realms, he was well-informed.

I smiled and greeted him, then walked down the jade stairs.

There was a square table in the middle of the Star Distribution Platform. A pot of Guyu Tea seemed to have been prepared at the right time.

I sat down and poured two cups of tea. I smiled and said, "Today is Taiwei's death anniversary. If I didn't meet the Demon Lord on the way, I would have forgotten about it. Since you aren't returning to the Xuanji Palace, let's make things convenient for each other. Out of sight, out of mind."

The wind blew. In the blink of an eye, the Little White Dragon was sitting opposite me. He twirled the teacup with three fingers and shook it slightly, shaking the thoughts at the bottom of the cup.

"In the great war that shook the five realms before Tianyuan, all the books about the Underworld in the Provincial Scripture Pavilion were burned, leaving only the Forgotten River Seal. Now that the stars have changed, the door to the Underworld is about to open. Although Xufeng is angry, he won't ignore the big picture. Why do you take the risk?"

His gaze fell on the strand of hair by my temple, and his eyes darkened.

What a caring dragon...

"So tonight's pot of tea is specially prepared to listen to stories."

I tilted my head to look at the stars. Sure enough, the School of the Emperor Star and the Heavenly Market Enclosure had both changed greatly. However, the Supreme Palace Enclosure in Yu Zheng was extremely stable. It seemed that the Little White Dragon's position as the Celestial Ruler would not be shaken.

"If you want to listen, I'll talk about some of the poems written by the officials of that time."

Recalling the chaotic era when the world changed, it seemed that every image and every page of the ancient book was covered with a dense blood red color. "Before the Tianyuan era, the Lord of the Underworld, Qing Cang, raised an army to overthrow the Five Realms. At that time, the head of the Celestial realm, Great Emperor Ziwei, was at the end of his divine life and faced the Five Decays of Heaven and Man. The Celestial realm was leaderless, the Devil World was a motley crew, and the Demon World was not worth mentioning due to the difficult bloodline since ancient times.

It was normal for the Five Realms to have a change in leadership. It was not impossible for Qing Cang to be the ruler. However, he actually wanted to destroy the Celestial, Devil, and Demon Realms, leaving only the Mortal Realm where the souls of the dead were reincarnated. Batches of deities who had cultivated for countless years died like weeds, and the River of Forgetfulness flowed with blood for a hundred years.

In order to prevent the Five Realms from being overthrown, the Venerable Emperors of the Shangqing Heavens who had been in seclusion for a long time forcefully intervened used the River of Forgetfulness as a latch to seal the entrance to the Underworld. Then, they used a forbidden technique as a guide to imprison the souls of the Four Realms in the River of Forgetfulness. From then on, the entrance to the Underworld opened once every million years, collecting the souls of the River of Forgetfulness, and the remaining Four Realms lived in peace. "

The Little White Dragon followed my gaze and looked at the School of the Emperor Star. His cold voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "Are the poems the truth? Then there's no need to burn them all."

"That's right.

Not leaving the Celestial realm alive means that part of the truth has been disgraced. Whether the poems are written or not, they are all mistakes. It's better to burn them all. "

I took out the Xuan Jade Wine Jar. The teacups were too small, so I used the water vapor to condense two ice cups out of thin air. When the fine wine entered the cups, a layer of misty clouds appeared due to the cold. It was very pleasing to the eye. "Qing Cang of the Underworld has been the ruler of the Underworld for a long time. He has always been content with his lot. In the Five Realms, not to mention the evil spirits, even the ghosts rarely escape. He has two sons and one daughter. The legitimate son is good at martial arts, the bastard son is good at literature, and the daughter is beautiful. She could have enjoyed life with her family, but who would have thought that before my daughter Ming Wan ascended to deity, she secretly traveled across realms and hid her identity. She was just a little deity in the wilderness.

How many of the deities from the past to the present have a clear conscience? The Great Dao has never been for the greater good, but for oneself. The more profound one's cultivation, the more selfish one would be.

"There are no living creatures in the Underworld. Most of their bodies are artifacts that refine their souls. Did this princess's body cause trouble?" The Little White Dragon filled his cup with fine wine. He raised it to me and drank again.

"You don't suspect that it was her appearance that caused trouble?"

I returned the toast and said lazily, "It's strange. Ming Wan's cultivation isn't high, but her body is the best in the Six Realms. It's a Universe Pill."

"A pill?!"

The Little White Dragon's wine cup froze. He frowned and looked at the sparse stars to the northwest of the star platform. After a few calculations, the once chaotic star path suddenly became clear. "Ziwei's Celestial Decay came later than the previous Celestial Ruler. To be able to drag it out for so long and still have the strength to fight, was it because he refined Ming Wan alive?!"