Chapter 1615 Past Events

Who else could it be?

Huai Shi rolled her eyes.

Of course it was the woman rolling on the sofa laughing in front of me.

The former Emperor Kuang, the Lord of the Eastern Xia gods, the Lord of the scorching sun, the executioner of the Sun God, the initiator of the era of killing gods, the direct promoter of the union of gods, the witness of the Astronomical Society, the shadow after the Republic of China, and...

——The Taiyi of the past!

Even if you just briefly describe the many titles hanging on her body, you will feel a lack of oxygen and suffocation. Probably the room was too small to accommodate so many people.

But seeing the lessons learned from the past come forward, Huai Shi felt that it was actually quite good for him not to strive for advancement.

At least you don't have to be feared and hated by others.

"Do you understand, Huai Shi?"

Tong Ji sighed: "No matter who you are, you will not want your life, death and everything to be controlled in the hands of others. This world will never allow a true Taiyi to appear."

"Can you experience it yourself?"

Huaishi looked sideways.

"What's wrong?"

Tong Ji asked back, lying on the sofa and looking at him: "Are you interested in his past?"

As if she was doubting from the bottom of her heart, she blinked her eyes and allowed Huai Shi to stare, glare, and glare until finally, she had no choice but to look away.

She just smiled.

Getting more and more proud.

He patted the sofa next to him and said, "Come here."

"What are you doing?"

Huai Shi looked at that gentle look and subconsciously became vigilant due to years of PTSD.

What else is this woman up to?

But Tongji didn't speak, just waited.

If you don't sit down, I won't talk.

Until Huaishi had no choice but to sit beside him helplessly.

Be careful.

But she was not satisfied. She lowered her head, looked at the gap between them, and suddenly moved a little more from the sofa, and then a little more.

Finally, he stretched out his hands and forcibly turned Huai Shi's head.

Forcing him to stare at her, imprinting her smile into his eyes.

"Speaking of which, after so many years, it's almost time." Tong Ji said softly: "Do you want to have a deeper understanding of me, sister?"

Huai Shi frowned warily and wanted to lean back. Does this woman want to have fun with herself again?

"What kind of depth, what kind of understanding? Please explain it clearly."

"Huh? Didn't I say it clearly enough?"

Tong Ji tilted her head slightly, puzzled, and then slowly came closer, little by little, until she was very close, and her breath blew on his face:

"Of course it's the kind of understanding you've been thinking about."

At that moment, Huai Shi's eyes widened.

sluggish.

Then……

There's no after that.

He only felt a pain on the back of his head, as if someone had hit him with a stick.

His vision went dark.

At the last moment, what he saw was the world gradually collapsing, and even countless events spewed out from the book of destiny, rising like rain-like pages.

Shrouded reality.

Outline the past.

Are you coming again?

Too late to complain.

Chapters of the past are revealed in the book.

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"News comes from the Mysl of the West, the land of red and black earth."

He or she heard the voice coming from behind, so strange yet so familiar.

The moment he came back to his senses, everything seemed to have become completely different. He was detached from the ordinary things and ascended into a larger life, more magnificent and majestic, just like a real scorching sun, overlooking everything.

Huai Shi became a god.

In other words, she became the Tong Ji she once was, no, to be precise... she was Di Kuang.

Lord of Japan, Emperor Kuang!

"whats the matter?"

From the perspective that Huai Shi relied on, she turned around and looked behind her at the companions she was familiar with, the natural spirits and gods who had been with her for hundreds of years.

Xihe.

She said: "Ra, of the Ennead, withered and died."

"..."

Emperor Kuang was silent.

Huai Shi suddenly felt a burst of exhaustion and sadness from the bottom of his heart.

"Did that old guy fail in the end?"

Among all the gods born from the Pillar of Divine Essence, only the blazing sun is closest to the core of the Divine Essence. And Ra was the earliest born of all the sun gods.

At the same time, he was also the first to die.

Even after hundreds of years of planning and painstaking efforts to create another non-existent reflection object for the existence of the sun, in the end, it was never able to break away from the current orbit and complete the transformation of Apophis.

The River Styx could not save Him.

Neither did Apophis.

Instead, a huge mess was left.

Not only the River Styx, which is regarded as the road to the afterlife, from now on, the entire world must face the hidden danger of disaster called Apophis.

"I've said it before, the gods within the realm seeking help from outside the realm in order to get rid of their destiny and life span are seeking death." Tong Ji shook her head: "Where is that old liar Odin?"

She paused and her smile turned mocking: "Is he going to be fast too?"

"I heard that Loki was also banished."

Xihe sighed: "I quite liked the jokes he told at the last banquet."

"It's something to be expected. The old liar is persistent in his evil intentions. One day, after he has finished thinking about his own people, he will start thinking about other people. He will not stop until he drags everyone into the water."

Tong Ji warned: "Have less contact with them in the future."

"Um."

Xihe nodded without thinking, full of trust.

Just like this, standing next to her, accompanying her, just like countless times in the past, overlooking the world under the clouds, witnessing the huge sacrifice.

From the plains, the largest settlement in the world offered sacrifices to the Lord of the Burning Sun.

First came the singing and dancing, then the cattle and sheep, and finally the precious slaves, the blood and heads of the Yi people’s royal family!

At the front, the rickety priest in feathered clothes raised his head and sang loudly.

I beg the mightiest among the gods to hear this humble plea.

Send down gifts, shower down mercy.

But the singing voice is no longer as sweet and melodious as it once was.

So husky.

Ling Tongji frowned.

That was not the sacrifice she had chosen.

When the gods in the clouds descended from the sky, all the mortals shouted wildly. All of them were prostrate on the ground, kowtowing devoutly, and paying homage to the Supreme Lord.

Only the worshipers came forward respectfully, sang hymns, kowtowed and raised the swaddling clothes in their hands.

I implore the Lord of the blazing sun to send a gift for this newborn baby.

But the God of the Sun seemed not to notice.

He didn't pay attention to the priest he once loved most in front of him. He was attracted by something else and looked into the distance.

On the edge of the settlement, under an empty and dilapidated thatched hut, a pit was gradually dug out from the sweat of the slaves. The body wrapped in fine linen was placed inside, and there was no sound again.

bury.

The exquisite rhinoceros ornaments and feathers fell into the soil and stayed with the owner, but the owner no longer picked them up to appreciate them.

The shrine maiden once chosen by Emperor Kuang has passed away.

The beautiful features bulged from the decay, the bones were exposed, and corpse water seeped out from the linen, exuding a stench. It no longer has the sweetness and beauty it once had.

So ugly.

"Is she dead?"

Tong Ji asked: "Mingming said she wanted to raise one more child when we last met."

"My mother will always be grateful for your kindness until the end."

The priest lowered his head deeply and tried hard to suppress his sadness: "Mortals are like grass and grass. Spring and Autumn are once, how can they exist in the world forever like gods?"

Last forever?

Tong Ji was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Mortals revere and praise gods, so they go to the clouds to plead for mercy.

But gods are also mortal. From the moment of their birth, they have been waiting to die in a cage called destiny. Or, struggling in vain, seeking death and destruction.

But where can they turn?

She withdrew her gaze and stopped looking.

Turn around and leave.

However, when his eyes swept over the thatched hut above the tomb again, he saw a dark bird spreading its wings, flapping its wings slowly, and ascending into the sky.

Leading the souls of the deceased back to the world.

It enjoys the wind blowing in the face and flies lightly. When it feels happy, it makes a noisy call.

So freeing.

“The birds spread their wings and fly up in the whirlwind.”

She looked at the swaddling clothes behind her, and finally said to the priest: "Let's call this child 'Yi'."

In the tears and songs of self-reflection, the gods left.

But along the way, Tong Ji didn't speak again. No matter how Xi He beside her told anecdotes about the mortal world and the jokes Lu Wu had made a few days ago, she never laughed again.

Until the lonely Chang Yi gradually emerged from the distant sky, waving to them excitedly, celebrating such a short and precious reunion.

From that smile, Tong Ji finally came back to her senses.

"Xihe."

"Um?"

The charioteer who was driving for the scorching sun turned back curiously and saw her solemn look.

"One day, I will transcend my destiny."

She said softly: "Not only destiny, but also death... When the time comes, neither you nor Chang Yi, nor everyone else, will have to suffer in such pain."

"Um."

Xi He nodded vigorously without any doubt.

It was as if it was a matter of course, and I had no doubts about what she said!

Tong Ji looked away in embarrassment and stopped looking.

But he couldn't tell clearly in his heart why he didn't dare to face her face.

Such a smile...

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In such a hurry, decades.

She finally completed what she had been preparing for since her birth...

"What exactly is that?"

Under the huge sun disk, in front of the most solemn furnace in this world.

Xi He took an uneasy step back, not daring to get closer to the sharp edges that gradually appeared in her hand... nine slender arrows.

It was tempered by the bones of the emperor, but it was completely different from its origin, and it transformed into a posture that could be called rebellious.

That was an arrow capable of killing the Lord of the Burning Sun himself!

"Look, Xihe, I succeeded."

Tong Ji laughed, showing off her achievements, overlooking the wisps of sharp edges that came from all the killing intent in the world: "This is the key."

Break the cage of destiny, no, on the contrary, dominate destiny, dominate all keys!

"Don't worry, Xihe."

She hugged her companion and promised again: "I will end all this and break the so-called fate with my own hands!"

"Um."

Xihe nodded, as always.

Perhaps the sun's light is too dazzling and too cruel.

Her uneasiness and worry were too small in comparison.

Like dust.

Even Di Kuang didn't notice it.

Happy New Year everyone, another year, thank you for your company.

Thank you, thank you!