“The previous path is no longer viable. Now, he should be targeting ‘people’ rather than spiritual veins.”
Targeting people, not spiritual veins…
Principal God Ji looked down the mountain: “You mean, he wants to infect everyone with evil energy. This way, even if all the spiritual veins of the world remain, there would be no one who could oppose him…”
Xie Zhuo nodded.
Principal God Ji’s face instantly paled.
The scenario they were describing was just like Kunlun before.
Evil energy everywhere in the world, everyone—Meng Meng, Wu Cheng, Kunlun’s defense army—all infected by evil energy.
The remaining principal gods at the peak of Kunlun attempted to absorb the world’s evil energy but failed…
The timeline I came from before arriving here. It could be said that it had already been conquered by the Evil God; the gods and all people had been defeated by the Evil God.
“I must inform the other principal gods of this matter. Young Master Xie Zhuo, finding the Evil God and containing him may only be possible by you. I can only, on behalf of the other principal gods, express our gratitude to you first.”
“No need to thank me. This is what I was going to do anyway.”
Xie Zhuo said this as he turned to leave. But Principal God Ji spoke again behind him.
“Young master…”
Xie Zhuo paused slightly and turned to look at him.
In the backlit cave entrance, Principal God Ji stood there, seeming to emit a divine light: “I’ve heard that since you came to Que Mountain, you’ve often helped the people here. But when I first met you, I didn’t think you were a person who would act this way. Why have you changed in Que Mountain?”
Hearing this, I felt strange.
What? Xie Zhuo helping the people of Que Mountain had somehow become a fault worthy of the Principal God’s questioning?
Could it be that the Evil God had entered Xie Zhuo’s body and was controlling him to help the people of Que Mountain?
I stared at Principal God Ji with some dissatisfaction.
I felt my protectiveness was a bit irrational now, as if I couldn’t bear anyone having even the slightest misunderstanding about Xie Zhuo.
But Xie Zhuo was much more composed than I was. Hearing the question, he seemed to answer without thinking: “The people of Que Mountain have been good to me.”
“Just for this reason?”
Xie Zhuo was silent for a moment, then said: “When I was young, I often felt luckier than others.”
I looked at Xie Zhuo. Principal God Ji didn’t know about his childhood, but I did. And he said that in such a childhood, he felt he was luckier than others.
“Perhaps the snow, candlelight, warm breeze, and summer flowers favored me.”
I was stunned…
Snow… candlelight… warm breeze… summer flowers…
“So, I was grateful for the clear wind, warm sun, bright moon… all the scenery within my sight.”
“Later, the little wolf came, and I was grateful for living beings.”
“And then, I came to Que Mountain.” He looked at Principal God Ji and repeated, “The people of Que Mountain have been good to me. So I wanted to give something back.”
He didn’t say much, but it encompassed his past, without mentioning any hardships.
If I had a pair of eyes now, I think they would have welled up with tears.
I suddenly felt that my soul’s arrival in this time wasn’t the gods’ mistake, but heaven’s will.
There must have been a special connection, which is why I came to his childhood.
Became the snow, warm sun, became the summer flowers, the clear wind.
I also suddenly understood why, many years after the present in that snow bamboo forest, Xie Zhuo would save the “stranger” that was me. It was because he was still repaying the world’s kindness.
Perhaps I had been wrong. His heart had never been like his homeland, always covered in snow.
He had always…
Been in bloom…