freenovelworld Chapter 618 Destiny, everything is destiny, the destiny of time in waiting.
Chapter 618 Destiny, everything is destiny, the destiny of time in waiting.
Chapter 618 Destiny, everything is destiny, the destiny of time in waiting.
The woman stood there, her body engulfed in flames like charred charcoal, her eyes gazing at the sky like fiery beads. She could not answer Chongming's questions.
The rain grew heavier and heavier, pouring down across the entire land of Kyushu. Dry rivers were revitalized, and the parched seas were filled with renewed waves.
The various species that hadn't died from the sun lay on the earth, mouths open, drinking rainwater, letting the torrential rain soak and irrigate them.
Chongming held the Witch Spirit Staff in his arms, his body soaked by the rain, and slowly sat down beside Nuren, gazing at her and at the world.
The torrential rain continued for three days and three nights. The dark clouds dispersed, the earth was saturated, the rivers were full, and the excess water from the nine provinces flowed to the four seas, where the seas churned and surged.
A patch of green sprouts from the soil, facing the wind and basking in the sunlight, standing tall on the earth, full of vitality.
Humans sought new habitats, built homes, and resumed their work, while demons, monsters, and ghosts also went into a period of recuperation.
As the great female shaman of Wuxian Kingdom and the Nine Provinces, Nüren seemed to have been forgotten on Qitian Mountain. No one spoke of her anymore, no one mentioned her.
Chongming stayed with her for days and nights, for years and decades.
The witch spirit staff in his arms had lost its luster, and the green and red snakes wrapped around it were as if they were dead, no longer blinking, no longer moving, and no longer absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Spring came and autumn went, summer passed and winter went, and before anyone knew how much time had passed, the male shaman of Wuxian Kingdom arrived at Qitian Mountain.
He wore feathers on his head and had ancient patterns painted on his face. He saw the woman, tanned like a burning ember, bowing deeply to him.
After performing the grand ceremony of bowing and kowtowing, he sang an ancient sacrificial song to her and danced a ritual dance, asking her to bless him with favorable weather and abundant harvests.
As Chongming finished his dance, the witch spirit staff in his hand became so hot that he almost couldn't hold it, and it took on human form.
The male shaman was startled by the sight and quickly bowed, "May I ask who you are, Your Excellency, and why you are here on Qitian Mountain, holding the magical artifact of the female shaman of my Wuxian Kingdom?"
Chongming never expected to manifest himself, nor did he expect the other party to see him. The Witch Spirit Staff was still heating up, but the heat was no longer so noticeable.
Chongming slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, and spoke slowly: "Who I am is not important. I am here only to accompany your female high priestess, Nuren."
“I’ve been with her for so many, many years. I thought your Wuxian Kingdom had forgotten her.”
The male shaman hurriedly replied, "We haven't forgotten. Not only has our Wuxian Kingdom not forgotten our Great Shaman, but all living beings across the land remember her and hope that she will return to Wuxian Kingdom and become our Great Shaman."
Chongming stayed here for far too long, so long that he forgot the time. So long that he thought Nuren had been completely forgotten and abandoned. No one knew that she had been burned to death by the Ten Suns, no one knew that she was still on Qitian Mountain, her body charred by the Ten Suns, the flames still burning inside her.
Chongming gazed at the male shaman for a long time: "It's good that you remember her, but it's a pity that she will stay here forever and will never go to your Wuxian Kingdom again."
The male shaman paused for a moment: "Your Excellency, the shamans of our Wuxian Kingdom do not believe in eternity. I disagree with your statement that she will never come to our Wuxian Kingdom again. As long as we exist, as long as this world exists, one day we will meet again."
Chongming shuddered, his pupils constricted as he stared at the male shaman, and took a deep breath: "You're right, as long as heaven and earth exist, we will meet again one day."
Even if when we meet, she is no longer herself and I am no longer myself, we have still met.
The male shaman nodded: "Yes, it doesn't matter when we meet, or in what form we meet, as long as we meet, that's enough."
"Your Excellency, Nüren sacrificed herself for the sake of rain and all living beings, dying after being exposed to the scorching sun for ten days. I do not know who you are, but since you are here with her, I thank you on behalf of all living beings." "These are the ritual implements used by Nüren. My Wuxian Kingdom wishes to bring them back to our country and enshrine them. I wonder if you could..."
Chongming can only manifest when he holds the heated Witch Spirit Staff; without the staff, no one in this world can see him.
He looked at Nüren and said slowly, "Before I appeared in this world, your Wu tribe was just a tribe, not a nation."
"So many years have passed, you have established a country, and Nuren is dead. It is understandable that you want to worship her witch spirit staff. I have a request, I wonder if you can grant it?"
The male shaman spread his hands and said politely, "Please speak..."
Chongming withdrew his gaze: "I want to personally deliver Nuren's Witch Spirit Staff back to Wuxian Kingdom, to see if the Wuxian Kingdom she protected, as well as the Nine Provinces and Four Seas, have recovered their prosperity, and if they are more prosperous than before, is that alright?"
The male shaman replied, "Of course, it would be our honor. Please."
Chongming gave Nüren a deep look, then rode the giant roc with the male shaman and left Qitian Mountain for Wuxian Kingdom.
On the way there, the male shaman led him to tour the nine provinces, see the four seas, and catch a glimpse of Mount Youdu.
The people of Kyushu lived in peace and prosperity, singing and dancing, and coexisting peacefully with demons, monsters, and evil spirits.
Then they arrived in the Kingdom of Wuxian.
The Wuxian Kingdom was built around the mountains, with wooden and stone houses nestled in the mountains, blending in with the forests and living in harmony with the flowers, plants, and animals.
Every citizen of Wuxian Kingdom wore a happy smile. When they saw Chongming, they would wave and greet him, and ask him if he had eaten.
As Chongming watched their smiles and their happiness, a sense of desolation filled his heart. It seemed that everyone else had found happiness, but he alone had not; it seemed that everyone else had embraced their lovers, families, and children, but he had not.
He followed the male shaman and walked and walked until he arrived at the largest shrine in the Wuxian Kingdom. Inside the shrine was a jade carving of Nüren, so lifelike and exquisite that it looked just like her.
The male shaman gestured for him to enter: "Your Excellency, please..."
Chongming gazed at the jade sculpture, then slowly stepped forward with the Witch Spirit Staff in his hand. He knew that the moment he put down the Witch Spirit Staff, no one in this world would be able to see him anymore.
The people of the Wuxian Kingdom worshipped her and offered her ritual implements. This was the power of faith, the power of worship, the power of sacrifice, and what later generations called merit.
The female shaman is a shaman with great merit; she deserves to be worshipped and believed in, and she has endless merit.
Chongming walked to the stone altar, stopped, and watched as the jade statue of Nuren slowly lowered the witch's staff...
The moment his hand left the Witch Spirit Staff, his body became transparent, and in an instant, he was no longer visible to others.
The male shaman hurried forward to check, but the place where the unfamiliar venerable one had just been was now deserted.
Chongming looked at his hand, which could pass through the male shaman, smiled bitterly, and stepped out, preparing to return to Qitian Mountain. Suddenly, a female shaman dressed in green and black robes walked towards him, passed through his body, and headed towards the male shaman.
Chongming abruptly stopped, turned around, and looked at the witch in green robes and black robes. His whole body trembled violently. Houtu, the goddess Houtu, she was the goddess Houtu who transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation after the war between the witches and demons!