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Deity of Heaven stood on the clouds, looking down at the ruined world below. "The Emperor will open a new realm; from now on, this mortal world will become the Emperor's purgatory." The heavens and earth were devoid of light, and no one could utter a word. The river of blood flowed silently, a tragic spectacle.
Demon Lord Ying gazed at Deity of Heaven in the distance. "You can have the mortal realm; I will take all the souls with me."
A gentle breeze arose, dispersing the winds and sands of the world. Within that Gentle Breeze, a beautiful butterfly danced gracefully, fluttering with the wind, leaving behind an endless trail of white light. The brilliance was blinding and shook the heart; only the sound of the wind echoed through the heavens and earth. As the light faded, Goddess appeared!
"Father God created the heavens and the earth, giving birth to the three realms. Immortals, humans, and demons are all products of Father God's efforts. From today onward, I will establish the three realms anew, reopen the Underworld Ghost Realm, and govern life and death in the mortal world. From now on, human life and death will have nothing to do with immortals or demons." With a gentle lift of her hand, Goddess restored the broken bodies and ruined walls of the Mortal Realm to their original state in an instant. A vast expanse of desolate sand appeared in the mortal world, named Western Desert of Ximing, also known as Underworld. A strand of Gentle Breeze swept through the mortal realm; Goddess wielded boundless power, and neither Deity of Heaven nor Demon Lord Ying had any strength to resist as they were blown towards the heavenly realm and demon realm.
"Father God created me. From now on, I shall be known as Goddess."
"You... from now on shall be known as Lord of the Netherworld." A gust of Gentle Breeze summoned Ling Tian into midair.
"Goddess saved humanity; I... in gratitude, will go to Western Desert of Ximing to shape reincarnation for mankind." Looking at the fluttering butterfly, Ling Tian shed tears, "From this day forth, Ling Tian is dead. I am no longer human..." For humanity's sake, he had exhausted his life, yet he could no longer call himself human. Goddess nodded gently; a white halo enveloped Ling Tian, and a large black bird soared from that halo. "Ling Tian is dead; from now on, you shall be known as Fusang." Goddess stepped upon the wind and floated towards the Nine Heavens.
Fusu danced beside Fusang, flying together into the vast yellow sands.
The call of the Cold Crow echoed in his ears; it was said that illusions surrounded that Cold Crow. Could it be that what he just witnessed was actually an illusion created by it? Hibiscus calmed his mind; only by escaping this illusion could he see the Western Abyss Cold Crow. But how could he escape this illusion? Just as Hibiscus pondered this, a silent circular light appeared before him. Pressing his hand against his chest wound, he looked at the sudden brightness before him that radiated a soft glow in the darkness. Was this another illusion or an exit? Doubts filled Hibiscus, but there was no other path—either remain stagnant or... Without hesitation, he stepped into that circle of light.
Looking around, all he saw was endless white; everything was shrouded in mist except for the distant calls of the Cold Crow. The vast silence erupted without sound into blinding light; Hibiscus lost consciousness as an unknown space fell into silence alongside the silent Cold Crow.
Beneath him lay a field of green grass; was this still a desert? Could it be another mirage? Cautiously observing his surroundings while deep in thought, a clear female voice rang out, "Little Husband, you're hurt." Hibiscus looked up. "May I ask where this is?" The woman laughed heartily. "This is near the city outskirts; you still have several miles to go to reach Su City. Little Husband, you look seriously injured; such severe wounds might require a divine healer. I'm just heading back to town; come with me, and I'll protect you."
Hibiscus felt a sense of doubt, but at the moment he was weak and in need of treatment. He could only nod and express his gratitude. The woman waved her hand, saying, "It's nothing. My name is Murong Xiyan. What is your name, little Husband?" "I am Hibiscus." Hibiscus couldn't help but cough again. "Little Husband, how pitiful. Come with me to the carriage." Hibiscus was helped into the carriage by several gentle men. Could such a frail scholar really serve as a guard? Hibiscus wondered as he looked outside; the scenery was quite beautiful. Upon entering the city gate, the taverns and city towers were bustling, and the marketplace was lively, resembling a thriving scene similar to that of the capital. The only difference was that women were prominently visible everywhere in the market, even among the street vendors.
"This Su City is indeed very prosperous," Hibiscus remarked lightly. Murong Xiyan, who had been resting with her eyes closed, couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Of course our Murong Dynasty's capital is prosperous." Murong Dynasty? Hibiscus focused his mind; there was actually a small feudal state within the territory of Xuan Dynasty? Considering that he arrived through a portal, could this grand city be merely an illusion? Or did it exist within Xuan Dynasty without being noticed? "Princess, we have arrived at the Art Institute." This place felt strange; why were all the men dressed in women's attire, appearing so delicate? Following Murong Xiyan, he got out of the carriage and entered what was referred to as the Art Institute. "You are here, Murong Xiyan," said the curator, dressed in a light blue silk gown with a face like a peach blossom, now slightly flushed. "Are you feeling unwell again?" Given their familiarity, it seemed that Murong Xiyan was a regular here. "Yue Rong, no, I am fine. Please take a look at this little Husband beside me." Murong Xiyan sat in the main seat, sipping tea served by the curator and whispered to the shy curator, "Wait for me tonight." The curator lowered her eyelids and softly hummed in response before glancing at Hibiscus, whose expression looked fierce. "Come with me."
Although the curator named Yue Rong appeared delicate and weak, a flash of green light passed by, and Hibiscus felt his heavy body become much lighter.
"Brother, my rib is broken; can it be reattached?" Hibiscus pulled out a three-inch rib from his pocket.
Yue Rong stared at the rib in Hibiscus's hand and scolded, "You idiot! This is for your Wife. How can you show it to a man!"
"Brother, let me explain; this is my bone. It got broken."
Yue Rong's handsome face turned increasingly red. "This thing would break just from touching it." Another flash of green light appeared, and a shy smile emerged on Yue Rong's face as he turned away to look at his own rib. "This is something a man leaves for his Wife, given to his beloved on their wedding night." Another flash of green light passed by as Yue Rong turned back to see Hibiscus, who looked confused while holding the three-inch rib. He couldn't help but spit out disdainfully, "Clearly just an unprincipled fellow."
"Brother, I don't quite understand what you're saying, but you can put yours back; could you help me..."
"You scoundrel!" Yue Rong became furious again. "Just look at your frightening appearance; you're clearly not a good person."
Hibiscus put away the three-inch rib; such a man was truly unreasonable. Turning around, he saw a face full of scars. "Humph." Holding up a mirror, Yue Rong coldly snorted, "Don't think just because the princess saved you that you can have ideas. An ugly man should know his place."
Hibiscus smiled slightly. "Still, thank you for saving my life." He lowered his gaze and avoided looking at his own terrifying appearance.
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