Chapter 1037: The Cage of Life
[There are only three kinds of people in this world: one is the storyteller, one is the storyteller, and the other is the person in the story…]

[Sometimes I wonder what the meaning of life is, but I still can’t find the answer.]

[What kind of person are you? Li Goudan… No… Tianyu Kind-hearted King… Chang Yufeng… What kind of person are you? ]

[Yucheng wind rises and colorful clothes fall]

【Love, hate, sorrow, and heartbreak】

This is the “Hukou” part of Huquan Town. According to legend, a thousand years ago, a huge meteorite fell here, creating a huge deep pit. The originally flat land suddenly became a complex terrain surrounded by mountains. The deep pit was also transformed into a huge lake [Silver Star Sea] because of rainfall, which seemed to flow back into the heart of Huquan Town. Under the Silver Star Sea is the [Wuhongchuan] filled with endless blood-red rivers.

All living things at that time were destroyed in an instant, including humans. Now Huquan Town is home to many races and a mixture of good and bad.

Because the mountains and terrain appeared out of thin air, the issue of the ownership of the border between the three countries is extremely complicated, and the complexity of the situation is no less than that of [Tamocha] back then.

A thousand years ago, a meteorite turned this place into the focus of the world, and now, an impending storm seems to have turned this place into the center of heaven and earth.

The four Celestial God Messengers were solemn and dignified. Facing the former god [Xunhuangying] – who was merely Xunhuangying’s clone – they were so timid that they no longer had the desire to attack.

The pure white and jet-black little lamb stood majestically in front of the unconscious Chang Yufeng, protecting him behind it.

The envoys of the Heavenly Palace did not know the depth of Xun Huangying’s strength. Even if it was an incarnation of Xun Huangying, they did not dare to test it rashly.

He seemed to be showing off by shouting a few words just now, and now he was still a little scared. Yuanchang was the first to calm down her timid mood. After all, the little lamb in front of her was just a small clone of Xunhuangying… There was no need to be afraid at all.

In the sky, a storm gradually arose, with some thunder rumbling.

“Master Xun Huangying… don’t you know? With the title of Lady of the Nine Heavens, the so-called [Lin’er] can live longer…”

She suddenly straightened her back, full of confidence, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, and was able to speak slowly and calmly: “We are also doing this for the princess’s own good. We want her to return to the Heavenly Palace early, so that she can obtain the name set by destiny and have a long life like us, instead of being like this now… no matter how hard she tries to live, she is destined to die young.”

Yuanchang looked at Xunhuangying’s reaction, then looked at Lin’er’s reaction. Xunhuangying glared at her, slowly put his hands on his hips, and stared straight at Yuanchang.

Maybe he was really wrong?
He knew that Yuanchang’s mind was quick and she had immediately grasped the pain points of his group, so he immediately stared at Yuanchang.

Yes, it seems that the origin of everything is this girl named Lin’er.

Xun Huangying’s eyes dimmed, and in the lightless forest, there was a patter of falling leaves.

Chang Yufeng almost fainted, but strangely, he found that his consciousness had not disappeared, and he could hear everyone’s words clearly.

Including, Lin’er.

Lin’er was in great pain, but she was still whispering softly.

Is the title of [Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady] unique to her?
If becoming the Queen Mother of the West could save one from the fate of dying young, why did this weak girl never mention it?
“Brother Yufeng…”

Lin’er forced herself to stay awake and called out to Chang Yufeng, but Chang Yufeng no longer had the strength to react. He was overwhelmed by the pressure from the five gods, and it seemed that the others were only bearing a small part of the aftermath of the pressure he was bearing.

“Can we really escape…”

What does it mean?
How many of his erased memories have not been returned to him…

Chang Yufeng was surprised. Lin’er, how many…how many terrible…tragic…terrifying memories have you endured…

She didn’t have Xun Huangying by her side to erase her sad memories. She could only bear it, unlike Chang Yufeng herself, who had resolved so many troubles.

Those sad memories…

If I repeat it in my mind over and over again…

She has such a small body, but her heart is so strong, bearing all kinds of pain…

【Destiny! 】

The God of Fire roared with a scarlet flaming face!

【Destiny! 】

The white and bright mask of the god of love screams in a melancholy voice!

【Destiny! 】

【Destiny! 】

【Destiny! 】

The God of Fire roared ferociously, spitting out green and red flames that burned in the air!

【Destiny～】

【Destiny～】

【Destiny～】

The god of love, in the soft moans, shouts in the broken body.

what is that?
Chang Yufeng was shocked by the vision he suddenly had. Those two familiar yet unfamiliar masks almost shocked his consciousness!

Gradually he was able to see himself.

His naked body was made up of countless rays of light. It was no longer the human-shaped body he had seen when he met the girl from the wandering tribe seven days ago, but rather, a rainbow of colorful lights.

It was as if he had died again, and this time, he was sublimated from this real, unwilling death.

He stretched out his hand and looked at it. The seven-colored light formed a body of muscles and bones, strong and powerful. He was still himself, but no longer himself. This feeling seemed familiar.

When Xun Huangying took him through various time and space to participate in the lives and experiences of other [Chang Yufeng], he also had this feeling that he was no longer himself. Even if he wanted to change something, things that he could not predict but had already happened in history would eventually happen…

He is no longer confused…

only……

“Brother Yufeng…”

Lin’er cried almost with heartache, tears in her eyes formed a line, rolling down in front of her one after another.

And in her eyes, there was already Chang Yufeng who had fainted.

“Brother Yufeng…” How much she wanted to touch the boy who was holding her tightly in his arms, which caused her thin arms, which were unable to move, to tremble without warning and tilt upwards, like a dead branch of a young tree, which was not moved by the wind, but was about to die.

She finally touched it, trembling…

“fool……”

The patter of falling leaves seems like a confession full of affection, accompanying it, one by one, scattered between heaven and earth.

she says……

“I love you so much…”

“I just…want to be with you…”

Her throat was almost trembling, as if the trembling came from her heart. Her lover was dead. An uncontrollable sadness burst out from this small body, so calmly accepting it, yet so madly compensating with tears.

This lingering, endless hatred.

Who should I hate?

I hate them for making one impossible promise after another…

I hate that they don’t have the ability to fight against the Heavenly Palace and the secular world…

Hate them for being more stubborn than each other and believing that the other is the only one in their life?

“I don’t care… whether I will escape from the Heavenly Palace or not…”

“I don’t care…what anyone thinks…”

It was as if a cage fell from the sky, and the woman in red, who succumbed to the cage engraved with the mantra [Mahavairocana Vajra Protects the Nushenanda and Zhentian], collapsed to the ground.

Everything, everything, everything, overlapped together…

There is a wind that is hesitant and cannot stop wandering all day.

The words of the past are just repeated now…

“I just want to be with you…”

Lin’er touched Chang Yufeng’s cheek. Blood flowed from all seven orifices of that flawless white face, as if being cut by a knife, turning his life into death.

But, he can still be seen to be handsome, to be seen to be so gentle, to be seen to be so caring, to be seen to be, his love,
You can see a lot of kindness in this boy’s nature.

The shackles of fate, which are always faithful to one person, seem to have never left…

“Destiny!”

The God of Fire rushed with flames, burning the terrifying mask!

“Destiny!”

God of love, curled up his body and rolled up his pale mask!
Chang Yufeng watched all this silently, tears streaming down his face. This once cowardly boy might not have heard such words for the first time…

How much she loves him.

Silently carrying the memory that could not be cleared…how much she loved him.

Every time it was such a painful premature death…

How much she loves him.

The people of the Heavenly Palace hunted me down, and I suffered endless pain each time…

How much she loves him.

I will find him after several reincarnations.

tell him.

She loves him.

Chang Yufeng burst into tears. He didn’t want to cry at all. If he did that, he would always be a cowardly little kid who would never grow up.

He doesn’t want to cry… He wants to be a harbor for others, he wants to be the other side that others can rely on, he doesn’t want to cry!
Don’t let him cry!

He is not a coward!
He can! Face it bravely…

Life! Death! Separation! Farewell!
No!!!!!!!!

want!!!!!!!!

cry!!!!!!!!

Chang Yufeng, why are you…

So stubborn…

“I just want to…stay by your side…”

Lin’er murmured, the last words…

This last sentence seemed to have exhausted all my strength…

No resentment… no blame…

The pressure from the Heavenly Palace’s divine messenger had already made the already weak Lin’er unable to resist. Her hands dropped, and this unacceptable fact was just like that…

The pressure from the Celestial Palace’s divine messenger was like the sky falling and the earth collapsing; it was impossible to resist or counteract.

“If… she accepted the title of Lady of the Nine Heavens, why would she have to endure all this suffering? Lord Xun Huangying…”

Yuanchang began to feel emotional. She looked at Lin’er with sorrow and pity.

This dying pair of lovers from ten lifetimes had died at her hands in nine lifetimes.

As a hunter, she is cruel and tragic. It is pitiful that this tiny person cannot escape from her clutches.

snort!
“Why do you have to… stop us?” Yuan Chang slowly took out a long sword from his black robe. It was a spiral blade, a black hilt, and a terrifying spiral of red and black intertwined together, pointing straight at Xun Huangying’s throat.

The word “disloyalty” was engraved on the blade of the sword, shining brightly. The light was dirty and blurry, as if it was about to be covered with a dusty mist.

Yuanshang suddenly laughed arrogantly.

“Hahaha~ Lord Xun Huangying…what do you think is right? Besides, you are just a remnant of the real Lord Xun Huangying’s soul!”

“What do you have? Stop us!”

Yuan Chang spoke every word fiercely, and Mu Liang, Hu Chen and the unknown envoys of heaven seemed to have finally confirmed Xun Huangying’s strength.

Although he did not dare to show disdain, he was much more relaxed. The arrogance that was unique to the Heavenly Palace’s envoy appeared on his face again. The extremely sharp pressure from the envoy made it even more difficult for the people beside him to bear, and they fell off their horses one by one.

Bachi was leaning on his horse, but he could hardly raise his head. He was a mortal after all. Even though the targets of the pressure from the four gods’ messengers were Chang Yufeng and Lin’er, it was difficult for him to calm down in the aftermath of the pressure.

He knew the truer truth of this world.

In the sky, there really was a group of [Gods] that were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. And the two people, Chang Yufeng and Lin’er, who were confronting these menacing gods – these two children, whom he only knew a little bit, were so… so terrifying…

“Go to hell! [Old God]!”

Yuan Chang shouted loudly, and the spiral tip of the Guaili Sword roared out with a crystal red light.

“【The earth is shaking!】”

The blade of the Sword of Separation began to rotate!
Spinning and shaking!
“【Heaven and Earth! Separation!】”

Yuan Chang shouted loudly and thrust forward with force. The tip of the sword that was already against Xun Huangying’s neck pierced deeply into Xun Huangying’s throat. The red light on the sword body transformed into an increasingly dark light in a spiral shape.

It seemed that in the next second, Xun Huangying, the arrogant, former god, was about to die at the hands of Yuanchang.

The corners of Yuanchang’s mouth slowly rose, and the gods’ messengers behind her were looking forward to Xunhuangying’s death in disbelief and excitement.

Is the old days finally coming to an end?

If there was no support and protection from Xun Huangying, how could these two kids who had gone through ten reincarnations and lost all their strength be their opponents?
But at this moment, a green light quickly hit the Guaili Sword, shaking Yuanchang’s hand away, and the Guaili Sword also slashed across Xunhuangying’s neck.

There was a deep bloodstain on Xunhuangying’s gray neck.

“Next time it will be your hand, Yuanshang~”

A cold voice came from the distant forest, and then, the voice continued in an extremely disappointed tone, “Have you hesitated? Xun Huangying…”

This sound is quiet and peaceful, and it plays in harmony with the falling leaves.

Chang Yufeng couldn’t stop crying and didn’t notice the harm that Yuanchang had done to Xun Huangying at the first glance.

Xun Huangying almost stopped in front of Yuanchang, and was hit squarely. Although Chang Yufeng didn’t know where the Guaili sword in Yuanchang’s hand came from, but… what on earth was Xun Huangying doing…

Is he…really moved by Yuanchang’s words and no longer resisting?
He couldn’t see Xun Huangying’s face, nor did he know what Xun Huangying was thinking.

But it must be very sad for him to find Huangying…

He firmly believed that Chang Yufeng could…

Maybe it should be possible…

possible……

perhaps……

Can it really be done?
Who wouldn’t hesitate?
Such a cowardly self…

Is it really worth believing?
Chang Yufeng’s crying became deeper. He could no longer produce new tears. He could only swallow and cry out for himself and the part of himself that he hated in his heart.

The green light that blocked the Sword of Separation was so familiar.

“Artes…”

This sword that once belonged to him, he had touched it, he had used it, and he could only watch helplessly as everything he loved was lost…

Chang Yufeng couldn’t help but shout, and his crying stopped abruptly.

And the master of Artes, Ning Feng, wearing the same black robe as the celestial gods, walked over quietly and majestically from the sunlight of the woods.

I want to ride the wind back home.

[I can’t help but let the heaven and earth disturb my mind! 】

Ning Feng, a man who has the same appearance as Chang Yufeng but a completely different soul and personality, is a [traveler] who is willing to kill everything in his own time and space to come to this main time and space!
He was walking towards the surprised messengers of God with an extremely arrogant attitude!

【The majestic and powerful presence comes from all directions! 】

[The fierce robe resounds in all directions! ]

【Who will be in charge of the east wind? 】

[Don’t ask the heavens or your fate! ]

Ning Feng raised the corner of his mouth as he looked at everything with disdain and mockery, including Xun Huangying’s hesitation, the shock of the Heavenly Palace’s gods’ messengers, and the children who were powerless to resist under the pressure of the gods’ messengers.

“I was thinking about seeing a battle between the [Child of Destiny] of our main time and space and the Celestial Palace’s Messenger~”

Ning Feng threw his black robe, and a sharp wind suddenly blew in the silent forest. He was full of murderous aura and majestic momentum. No one could match him and no one could stop him!

Behind him, Lan Luo was still cold and expressionless. Her pale and beautiful face matched with the ice-blue [Nine-turn Spiritual Sword], making the wind seem aloof and arrogant.

This arrogant wind can really make people tremble with fear and shudder.

“It’s a pity, it’s a pity…”

Ning Feng slowly raised his right hand, and the green light that was trembling and hitting the opposite side quickly swirled in the air.

The sword that could sever the souls of gods—Altes—dropped silently from the sky.

It descended into Ning Feng’s hands, like the roaring master of heaven and earth, dividing the sun, moon and stars into pieces!

Fate…is a cage…

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(End of this chapter)