freenovelworld Chapter 208
Chapter 208
"Are you worried about him?"
A clear, cold voice rang in his ears, and Nalan Jingwen snapped back to reality, regaining his composure.
She turned her head to look at him. Xue Qingheng seemed to have changed his clothes as well, but they were still cool silver-white, and there was not much difference.
Since getting into the carriage, Xue Qingheng had been resting with his eyes closed, sitting upright and motionless. If it weren't for his disordered breathing, Nalan Jingwen would have thought he was asleep. He didn't expect that he had been paying attention to him all along.
Nalan Jingwen remained silent, while Xue Qingheng slowly said, "There's no need to worry, my people will escort him safely to Fengtian."
Nalan Jingwen remained silent. She wasn't worried about Liu Qishan; Xue Qingheng's men were escorting him, so she didn't need to worry, especially since there were also people from Changsheng.
She simply felt guilty towards Liu Qishan.
Even if Liu Qishan didn't say it, she knew he was resentful.
A hundred years ago, he resented her for not telling him the truth and leaving without saying goodbye; a hundred years later, he resented that she had so many other people around her and was no longer the only one.
That bit of resentment seemed insignificant compared to never seeing her again, so he deliberately buried it deep in his heart, only revealing a trace of it when he felt extremely wronged.
Nalan Jingwen has always been rational, but now she has lost her way because of this. All she can do is love him a little more, and then a little more, and do her best to make it up to him.
Xue Qingheng waited for a long time but did not hear Nalan Jingwen's voice. When she looked up, she saw that Nalan Jingwen's brows were slightly furrowed and her expression was solemn.
His eyes darkened, and he lowered them, concealing the deep, unfathomable darkness within.
The carriage was eerily quiet, almost suffocating, with only the sound of wheels rolling in the air. In the silence, Nalan Jingwen suddenly spoke, "When will we arrive?"
"Two days."
Concise and concise.
Nalan Jingwen then turned his attention to him. Seeing his aloof and distant appearance, he couldn't tell that just a few hours ago, he had been lying naked beneath him.
Perhaps Nalan Jingwen's gaze was too blatant, forcing Xue Qingheng to look up and meet her eyes. But when she met the mockery in her eyes, she was stunned for a moment.
Nalan Jingwen withdrew his gaze, leaned back casually, and said in a calm tone, "Shouldn't the Snow Kingdom Preceptor have something to say to me?"
Xue Qingheng stared at her beautiful yet aggressive face, somewhat dazed.
They look exactly the same, so why do I always feel like there's something different about them?
He shifted his gaze, looked straight ahead, and slowly said, "A thousand years ago, this continent did not yet exist."
"At that time, there were no four kingdoms. The world had just been created, and people had not yet fully evolved. Everything was extremely primitive, barbaric, desolate, and lifeless."
"At that time, the first god appeared, a god born between heaven and earth. Her birth brought a ray of life to this world."
"Under her leadership, people gradually began to evolve, developed human thinking, learned how to survive, and this world began to flourish."
"She was the first god in the world, named Jing."
"Later, she led the people who originally followed her to create a realm in the world, a realm that ordinary people could not reach, and she named it the Divine Realm."
Xue Qingheng's expression was indifferent, and his voice was ethereal and ethereal, as if it came from the distant past.
He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Nalan Jingwen. "You really don't remember?"
Nalan Jingwen met his gaze with a calm expression, seemingly uninterested in his words, but at that moment, fragmented images flashed through her mind.
Desolate, savage, and barren.
She frowned slightly, and several familiar yet unfamiliar faces flashed through her mind, but she couldn't recall their names.
"What are you trying to say? Are you saying that I am the Mirror you speak of?"
It's absurd, yet it contains a hint of reason.
Xue Qingheng simply gazed at her without answering her question, and instead continued, "Since then, the human world has maintained peaceful coexistence, and the Mirror has not interfered much in human affairs, so life has been relatively peaceful."
"Originally, only one god could exist in the world, but for some reason, five hundred years after the birth of the mirror, another god was born."
“A god completely different from the mirror, she is bloodthirsty, greedy, and evil by nature. She divided the originally peaceful human world into various races, launched wars, and caused humans to kill each other.”
"They even dared to overthrow everything in the Mirror, seize the Divine Realm, and sit on the throne of the Supreme God."
"But if such a bloodthirsty and murderous god were to sit on the throne of the chief god, the human world would probably never have a peaceful day."
“Jing noticed it and tried to stop it, but as gods born of heaven and earth, their strength was naturally comparable. She even turned the elders to follow her.”
"The two fought for a long time, and the divine realm was turned upside down. In the final battle, Jing killed her with his sword and she was reduced to ashes. But before she died, she destroyed the Yingtian Stone that guarded the order of the human world. Once the Yingtian Stone was destroyed, the human world would fall into endless darkness, with plants withering and living beings suffering. Jing, as the chief god, sacrificed himself to stop this catastrophe and restore peace to the human world."
"And so, the mirror fell."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing's expression became somewhat complicated; the rest of the story sounded strangely familiar to her.
"What's her name?"
"deep."
Xue Qingheng looked at her, not missing a single expression on her face.
"So you want to tell me that the mirror in your story is me, is that right?"
Xue Qingheng nodded.
"Yes."
"You say the mirror has fallen, but how can I explain that now?"
"As the first supreme god in the world, even if the mirror sacrifices itself, as long as its soul is not destroyed, it can return again and rebuild its physical body. Only when both its soul and body are destroyed can it be considered death in the human world and completely disappear into the world."
"And Jing's soul fell into the six realms of reincarnation, where it was reborn."
Xue Qingheng explained patiently, without the slightest impatience, his expression serious and focused, his gaze never leaving her.
Nalan Jingwen frowned and pondered for a moment before asking, "What about the elder who was turned by Yuan?"
By now, Nalan Jingwen believed eight or nine tenths of what he said. Everything that had happened around her, along with the dreams she had, seemed to be urgently telling her something, forcing her to believe it.
Upon hearing this, Xue Qingheng said:
"Missing."
If, as Xue Qingheng said, true death requires the complete annihilation of both body and soul, is it possible that Yuan is still alive?
Are you sure Yuan is really dead?
Xue Qingheng seemed to know what she was thinking. After a moment of contemplation, she said, "In that great battle, both sides suffered heavy casualties. Jing fought with all her might to kill Yuan with her sword. Naturally, she was certain that Yuan was dead before she dared to sacrifice herself."
Nalan Jingwen's expression turned serious, and he stared at him intently.
"But what if she escaped with a remnant soul? You said that Jing used all her strength to subdue her, which means that Jing was also seriously injured at the time, right?"
Xue Qingheng frowned, but did not deny it, and slowly nodded.
Nalan Jingwen continued, "So, it's not impossible that Yuan's remnant soul could escape while she was severely injured. And the elders she turned are now nowhere to be found. Is it possible that they are searching for Yuan just as you are searching for me, hoping to help her revive?"