Who else can it be?

Huai Shi rolled her eyes.

Of course it was the woman in front of me who was rolling around on the sofa smiling.

The former Emperor Fa, the Lord of the Gods of the East Xia, the Lord of the Scarlet Sun, the Executioner of the Sun God, the Initiator of the Age of Gods, the Direct Promoter of the Union of Gods, the Witness of the Astronomical Society, the Shadow of the Ideal Kingdom, and...

--The Taiyi of the past!

Even if you just simply describe so many titles on her body, you will feel a suffocation of hypoxia. Maybe the room is too small to accommodate so many people.

But as he saw the past lessons, Huai Shi felt that it was actually good if he didn't seek to improve himself. At least he didn't have to be afraid or hated by others.

"Do you understand, Huaishi?"

Tongji sighed: "No matter who it is, he will not want his life and death and everything to be controlled by people. This world cannot allow a real Taiyi to appear."

"Experience it with your own eyes, right?" Huai Shi looked over at her. "What's wrong?"

Tongji asked back, lying on the sofa and looking at him: "Are you interested in someone else's past?"

As if she was puzzled from the bottom of her heart, she blinked and let Huai Shi stare, stare, and glared until she finally looked away helplessly.

She just smiled and became more and more proud.

He patted the sofa beside him: "Come here." "What are you doing?"

Huai Shi looked at her gentle appearance, and PTSD, who had been for many years, became subconsciously alert. What trouble does this woman want to do?

But Tongji didn't speak, just waited.

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

Until Huai Shi had no choice but to sit beside him helplessly, and was careful.

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

Finally, he stretched out his hands and forced Huai Shi's head to the point where he forced him to stare at him and imprinted his smile into his pupils.

"Speaking of this, it's almost time for so many years." Tongji whispered: "Do you want to have a deeper understanding of me, sister?"

Huai Shi frowned vigilantly and wanted to lean back. Does this woman want to have fun with herself again? "What kind of in-depth and what to understand? Please explain it clearly."

"Well? Could it be that what I said is not clear enough?"

Tongji tilted her head slightly, puzzled, and then slowly approached, bit by bit until she was close, breathing on his face:

"Of course it's the kind of understanding you've been thinking about." At that moment, Huai Shi's pupils spread out, dull.

Then... nothing happened.

He only felt a pain in the back of his head, as if he was suddenly hit by someone. His eyes were dark.

In the last moment, what we saw was the gradually collapsed world, and even the countless things that erupted from the Book of Destiny, and the pages of paper like rain rose.

Covering reality and outlining the past. Are you here again?

There is no time to complain.

The chapters of the past are revealed in the book.

"News came from the Miesle in the West, the land of red and black soil."

He, or she heard the sound coming from behind, so strange and so familiar.

The moment he came to his senses, it seemed that everything became completely different. He transcended from all things and rose into a larger life, more magnificent and majestic, just like the real scorching sun, looking down on everything.

Huaishi became a god.

Or, it became the former Tongji, no, to be precise... it was the Emperor's Day Lord, the Emperor's!

"What's the matter?"

Huai Shi turned around from the perspective that he relied on, looking behind him, the companions he was familiar with, the natural elves and gods who had been by his side for hundreds of years.

Xihe.

She said, "The La of the Nine Pillar Gods, died and died." The Emperor was silent.

.

Huai Shi felt a feeling of exhaustion and melancholy from the bottom of her heart. "Did that old thing fail in the end?"

Among all the gods born from the Pillar of the Divine Marrow, only the scorching sun is closest to the core of the Divine Marrow. And La is the earliest one born among all the sun gods.

At the same time, it was also the first one who died.

Even though it has been hundreds of years of time and has tried its best to create another non-existent reflection for the existence of the sun, it has never been able to escape from the orbit of the present situation and complete the transformation of Apophis.

The Styx cannot save Him. Neither Apophis.

Instead, it left a lot of messes.

It is not only the River Styx, which is regarded as the road to the afterlife, but from then on, the whole world must face a disaster called Apophis.

"As I said, the gods in the world seek help from outside the world in order to get rid of destiny and life span, and they are seeking death." Tongji shook her head: "Where is that old liar Odin?"

She paused for a moment, and her smile became mocking: "He's too soon?" "I heard that Loki was exiled, too."

Xihe sighed: "I like the jokes he told during the last banquet."

"What was expected. The old liar is undead. One day, after thinking about his own people, he will think about others. He will not give up without dragging everyone into the water."

Tongji warned: "Stop interacting with them in the future." "Yes."

Xihe nodded without thinking, full of trust.

In this way, standing beside her, accompanying her, like countless past times, overlooking the world under the clouds, witnessing the huge sacrifice.

From the plain, the largest settlement in the world made sacrifices to the Lord of the scorching sun.

First there were singing and dancing, then cattle and sheep, and finally the precious slaves, the blood and heads of the barbarian royal family! At the front, the hunchbacked priests wearing feathered clothes looked up and sang loudly.

I beg the strongest being among the gods to listen to this humble prayer, to bring down the gifts and to sprinkle mercy.

But the singing is no longer as sweet and gentle as it used to be. It is so hoarse.

Ling Tongji frowned.

That was not the sacrifice she chose.

When the gods and men in the clouds descended from the sky, all the mortals shouted frantically. They all crawled on the ground, bowed devoutly, and respected the supreme master.

Only the sacrifices crawled forward respectfully, sang chants, kowtowed to worship, and raised the swagger in their hands. They begged the Lord of the scorching sun to give gifts to the newborn baby.

But the God of the Sun seemed to have never noticed it.

I didn't notice that the sacrificial priest I had loved most in front of me was attracted by something else and looked into the distance.

At the edge of the settlement, under an empty and dilapidated straw shed, the pit gradually dug out from the slave's sweat, and the body wrapped in fine linen was put inside, and there was no sound.

bury.

The exquisite rhinoceros ornaments and feathers fell in the soil and were with the master, but the master could no longer hold them up and enjoy them. The witch who was once selected by the Emperor had passed away.

The beautiful appearance swells from the decay, and the bones and corpses seep out of the linen, exuding a foul smell. There is no sweetness and beauty that once was.

So ugly. "Is she dead?"

Tongji asked, "When she met last time, she said she wanted to raise another child." "Mother was grateful for your kindness in the end."

The priest lowered his head deeply and tried hard to suppress his sorrow: "A mortal is like grass, once in the spring and autumn, how can he live in the world like a god?"

Forever?

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

Mortals fear and praise the gods, so they seek to follow the clouds and ask for compassion.

But gods will also die. From the moment they are born, they will wait for death in a cage called destiny. Or they will struggle in vain, seek death and destroy themselves.

But they can ask for it

Where? She withdrew her gaze and stopped looking. She turned around and left.

However, when his eyes swept through the straw shed above the tomb again, he saw a pitch-black bird spreading its wings, slowly flapping its wings, and rising to the sky.

Leading the souls of the deceased to the world.

I enjoy the wind blowing towards me comfortably, fly lightly, and when I feel the pleasure, I make a roaring cry.

So free.

"The bird spreads its wings and whirlwinds up."

She looked at the cradle behind her and finally said to the priest: "This child is called 'Yi'." In the tears and singing of her heart, the god left.

But along the way, Tongji didn't say anything anymore. No matter how Xihe around her told the interesting stories about the mortal world and the jokes Lu Wu made a few days ago, she never felt happy again.

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

From that smile, Tongji finally came to her senses. "Xihe."

"Um?"
To be continued...