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The world created by Pangu, where the earth is not yet old, has always been peaceful and safe due to the ancient battlefield serving as a barrier. Between these two realms lies a small planet called Scattered. This green planet is home to species that once wandered the universe, unable to find their homeland, and have come to regard Scattered as their home. Their Divine Artifact is a stunning goddess who deeply cares for her people living here. However, several years ago, on a day when the stars lost their light and the sun and moon dimmed, the goddess ceased to appear, seemingly ignoring her people's pleas. The people of Scattered, having lost their homeland, began to feel lost.
Yet, the divine messenger firmly told them, "The Goddess is cultivating to protect Scattered; she is tirelessly practicing."
Indeed, there is another person who is also continuously cultivating—Hibiscus. Aside from cultivation, life seems to hold no other meaning for her. In just a few years, Hibiscus has made remarkable progress and has become the most talented cultivator in Scattered.
Flying with a sword had become second nature two years ago, but she still could not leave this planet, let alone reach the distant Nine Heavens.
The major sects received the divine messenger's decree that Scattered would soon welcome a new group of residents—spirits who had fought in the ancient battlefield for tens of thousands of years along with their descendants.
Yes, the ancient battlefield with its long history has finally collapsed. However, a vast star path will emerge here to guide lost cosmic beings while also protecting Scattered and Earth. The collapse of the ancient battlefield worries Peach Yao the most because the disappearance of the barrier poses great danger to both Earth and Scattered. Fortunately, the Separation Demon and Mei Yao did not arrive with it; perhaps they were also severely injured in that startling battle.
Even a small move can be exhausting; how much more so for a large migration? As an emperor, Xuan Dynasty was overwhelmed with busyness. Fallen Heart, now grown into a young man, showed no princely demeanor—he was unruly and uninterested in state affairs. This left his father, Xuan Dynasty, quite troubled; there was no way even Jinse could manage that boy anymore.
"Don't call me prince; I am Demon Child! Demon Child!"
"This brat." Such anger had become a daily occurrence.
"There has been a deviation in education," Jinse said as he appeared behind Xuan Dynasty wearing glasses. "I just returned from Earth; I did well as an envoy abroad, didn't I?"
"Royal brother!!" Spiritual Incense pulled Mel over.
"Your Majesty, it's nothing, nothing at all." Mel kept smiling.
"What do you mean nothing? The Princess is in such a state."
"Oh no, oh no. Hurry, we need to leave before your royal brother gets angry. Fallen Heart has already upset him." Jinse said quickly.
Xuan Dynasty was about to lose his temper but clenched his teeth and glared at Jinse. Mel quickly pulled Spiritual Incense away, while Jinse felt wronged. "Why are you glaring at me? Didn't you say you were going to find Hibiscus after organizing all this?"
"Yes, let's move quickly."
"Your Majesty, I am the Queen! How can I be the one doing this myself?"
"I am still the Emperor."
"Alright then, you are the head of the family; you have the final say."
Xuan Dynasty frowned. Although the words were pleasing, they felt so awkward. Yes, it was indeed awkward because it wasn't the truth.
Seeing Xuan Dynasty reorganizing the Heavenly Xuan Empire, Murong Fusu looked far into the distance and declared, "Ling Tian, I will revive the Murong Clan and our Murong Dynasty."
...
"Wife, it's a man's world now."
"What did you say?"
"Uh, well... I didn't say anything."
On Earth.
"Grandpa Zhang, your granddaughter is really beautiful. She's already of marrying age, right? Let me introduce someone to you."
Old Zhang smiled and said, "I have two granddaughters, and one of them looks like a fairy."
"Then we definitely need to meet her."
Old Zhang smiled bitterly, "It's been a long time since I've seen her; I might not get to see her in this lifetime."
"Mr. Zhang, you're joking, right?"
...
"Who’s joking with you?"
As the sun set, casting a golden glow on the grassland, they reunited after many years.
Xuan Dynasty patted Hibiscus on the shoulder. "I know about you and Fengyin because of Jinse. But..."
"I know, she did it to save you. I also know that Yin'er did it to save me."
"Hibiscus, the Goddess has no emotions; look how she doesn't even blink as she watches so many people die." Realizing she had said something wrong, Jinse lowered her head. "I'm sorry, because I..."
Hibiscus did not speak, only glanced at Jinse and said, "Don't appear in front of me again. You can leave now."
As the sun set, the golden rays illuminated the evening clouds, and the grassland glowed in hues of gold. Their reunion after many years ended in discord.
Spring had come again, with peach blossoms blooming everywhere, each flower adorned with glistening dew.
The sunset stretched shadows long and thin. Hibiscus sat alone on the grass, playing the Vertical Flute. The sound of the flute was a mournful wail, reminiscent of a person crying.
In the Xiao Sound, Hibiscus recalled their first meeting.
He could hardly remember it; he had seen it in the Time Mirror. How could that enchanting woman be the same little beggar who had tears in her eyes back then? It turned out that their fate began at that moment. No wonder Grandpa called her his benefactor. It was such a significant event—just a pair of shoes. Yet, there was something even more important that had not been revealed; she had searched for thousands of years for that ancient divine thought, which seemed to be herself. The Time Mirror was indeed a wonderful thing; when you are not around, the only joy is to watch the flow of time reverse. What a pity it cannot show the future or how you are doing now.
In the Xiao Sound, Hibiscus remembered their wedding night.
It was truly embarrassing that such an important memory of their marriage had been erased. The hurried proposal—Fengyin, who had always refused to marry, finally agreed. Wife, did you decide you could not leave me from that moment? I had already determined long ago that for this lifetime, as long as I have memories, I will love you until the end of time.
Are you really a heartless deity? Have you forgotten me? If so, can I have just one-third of you? The original you; I only need Fengyin. What you seek is here with me, within my soul.
Why don't you come to take it? Haven't you found it yet? Have you begun your cycle of reincarnation again? If you haven't found it, let me tell you—the final will of Pangu is with me. I am what you preserved in reincarnation, your Father God's will.
"I've told you! Why haven't you come yet?" Hibiscus shouted at the sky, but all that answered was an echo.
"Aren't you the Great Lady? I'm unwell..."
"Longing has no remedy." As peach blossoms danced in the air, someone long awaited appeared.
"Have you finally arrived?" Hibiscus did not turn around, already knowing that the person behind was not who she wanted.
"She is dying," Peach Yao cried. "I thought she would gradually get better, but her breath grows weaker by the day. She is about to die."
"Please take me to see her."
"I don't have the ability to take you beyond Nine Heavens. Nine Heavens is where the Goddess resides, and only the Goddess and Pangu the Great can reach there. Although my true form is there, I cannot go."
"All these years, she has never awakened, lingering on the brink of death, but recently she has shown signs of dying. That great battle must have wounded her severely; it is all because of ignorant humans who do not understand how dangerous the outside world is. Gods are not omnipotent; if they were, Pangu the Great would not have died back then." Peach Yao's eyes were filled with tears, and resentment welled up in her heart.
Rain fell, and the wind sang.
Swaying Bamboo Shadows.
The lights gradually dimmed,
Love and hate quietly hidden in the heart.
Transience like a dream, opening the Fate Chart.
Light gauze covered, the moonlight gradually stained.
In the distance, Ethereal, Drunken Xiao.
Sighing over the fleeting world, feeling melancholy and joy.
Mist and Waves Circling Back to the Past Creekside.
Pangu is a deity from ancient Chinese mythology known for creating the heavens and the earth. Before the universe was formed, it existed in a chaotic state like a giant egg. A giant named Pangu slept within this "egg" for about 18,000 years before awakening. With his divine power, Pangu separated the heavens from the earth. His left eye became the sun, and his right eye became the moon; his hair and beard transformed into the stars of the night sky; his body became the four cardinal directions and the majestic Three Mountains and Five Peaks; his blood turned into Rivers; his teeth, bones, and marrow became underground minerals; his skin and body hair became the grass and trees of the earth; and his sweat became rain and dew.
The last breath of the great deity lingered around him, enveloping a consciousness that coexisted with him. They had both slept in the cradle of the universe for 18,000 years, but Pangu grew too quickly. This soul within the Gentle Breeze was still just a consciousness. The great deity wrapped that fragile awareness in his remaining divine essence, plunging it into eternal slumber.
That fragile consciousness is the Goddess. If the Goddess were to fall, who would protect this world?
"Can you take me to Earth?" Hibiscus asked.
"Sure," Peach Yao nodded absentmindedly. "What will you do on Earth?"
"If I tell you that Pangu's will resides within my soul, that I am the reincarnation of Pangu..."
"What?" Peach Yao became alarmed. "You are the reincarnation of Pangu? Impossible! How could you be the reincarnation of Pangu, while Fengyin knows nothing about it?"
"Fengyin has been reincarnating in this world; she is unfamiliar with Pangu's aura. During our last trip to Earth, we left in haste."
"Then how do you know?"
"I learned it from the Time Mirror."
...
The goddess Fengyin has been struggling in a dark vortex, as if her existence in this world has lasted longer than life itself—this endless grayness, unending.
It feels like consciousness is fading, heading towards the world where Father God resides. When a person dies, they enter the cycle created by God; so where does God go when He dies?
Is that blinding halo appearing to guide the deceased God?
That aura carries the essence of Father God.
"Yin Yin. Yin Yin."
Who is calling? This voice sounds so familiar, but I can't recall who it is.
"It's me. You won't die. We coexist, and we will die together. The reason I didn't die back then was because you existed. Now, you won't die either because I have returned."
"You are... Father God."
"I am not your Father God; I am your Husband. We are symbiotic."
"Twins?"
The Dragon and Phoenix Twins.
Puff!!
(THE END)
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