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A thousand years ago, when Yue Qi first assumed the Heavenly Emperor position, he clashed with the Phoenix Clan, led by the Heavenly Queen. It was said that he sought to seize the sacred artifact of the Phoenix Clan, the Nirvana Flame, to resurrect a woman. Many members of the Feng Clan were killed, suffering heavy losses, and the Heavenly Queen was left humiliated. It was only after the clan leader summoned the Phoenix Ancestral Soul that they managed to drive back the Heavenly Emperor, who seemed to have sustained injuries and announced his retreat into seclusion.
Luo scoffed at the thought. It was already remarkable that a mere mortal could ascend to the Heavenly Emperor position; forcing the Phoenix Clan to summon their ancestral soul showed just how little capability he truly had. The heavenly realm had certainly seen its share of entertainment over the years. However, this had little to do with them in the Underworld. If they couldn't find anything, then so be it; after all, she had inherited the position of Meng Po, her soul branded by the Underworld, and she wouldn't escape his grasp.
As these thoughts faded, a flicker of consciousness slipped back into slumber. Luo's gaze momentarily lost its focus as he tightened his embrace around the delicate figure in his arms and drifted into sleep together. In this lifetime, they had no children—not out of deliberate avoidance but perhaps due to a lack of fate; yet neither felt compelled to force it.
Cui Ling was also wandering through life when she encountered her destined connection in a city. Yun Zhi Yue arranged a wedding for her and gifted her with savings accumulated over the years as a dowry. After tearfully bidding farewell to Cui Ling, he set off on another journey with Luo.
At their advanced age, neither wished to move about anymore; they chose a small village nestled against a mountain for their retirement. They would watch the smoke rise with the sunrise and enjoy the tranquility at sunset, embracing each other as they slept at night. In this life, Yun Zhi Yue remained happy.
In a side story about Feng Yu: When he was gravely injured from an assassination attempt, Feng Yu realized that Yun Zhi Yue had never intended to collaborate with him from the start. This displeased him; it felt like her betrayal was something that should not have occurred. Such thoughts were strange since betrayal was common in the whirlpool of power.
Feng Yu disliked entanglements but found himself fixated on Yun Zhi Yue, despite their lack of any special bond. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her. Realizing that staying in the capital was futile, he secretly left the imperial city and sent word to his father.
That night as he departed, he sat atop his horse and gazed longingly at the palace. A sense of obsession lingered in his heart; he knew that woman was something he must possess. After securing his territory and methodically building his influence, he planned to wait for another opportunity to obtain what he desired. However, when news came that Yun Zhi Yue had been named as the new emperor, it caught him off guard.
When he received this news, he laughed aloud—not out of surprise but rather because he found her capable beyond his expectations. This could work in his favor; there would come a time when they would clash again. Yet this clash came unexpectedly—just how much did she despise him that she sent Luo to Qingzhou to kill him?
After several confrontations with Luo, Feng Yu found that unwavering belief in his own demise reflected in Luo's eyes deeply irked him. If he were to eliminate Luo here, would she be heartbroken enough to chase after him? In that case, he would have an opportunity to keep her by his side.
In Qingzhou, it was undoubtedly his territory. Luo had suffered serious injuries twice, yet he still managed to retreat each time. He was beginning to lose patience with this game.
During their last confrontation, no matter how he analyzed the situation, Luo had no way out. He didn’t need to act personally, but looking at Luo stirred an instinctive urge within him; he wanted to personally send him to his death. However, when the moment came to strike, he realized something was wrong with his body.
Before he came out, he had merely shared a cup of tea with his father. He chuckled to himself, believing that everything had a price. In the end, he too was appraised; sacrificing a legitimate heir could surely exchange for more than just Luo’s life.
As the sword pierced through his chest, he instinctively drew his own blade, expecting it to miss. Instead, it penetrated Luo’s heart directly.
In the haze of fading consciousness, Luo told him, “Your worth is greater than you think. Your life exchanged for her coming to my side is priceless in my eyes.”
Feng Yu smiled. Luo had given up everything in exchange for his life; now the Emperor had other matters to attend to. As for his own life being sacrificed for the two of them—this point alone was unacceptable to him. If a person could become a vengeful spirit after death, he wished to cling to her for eternity across lifetimes.
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