On the way to Que Mountain with Xie Zhuo, I turned over the matter of the Evil God in my mind, and finally decided that I couldn’t tell Xie Zhuo and Principal God Ji about it at this time.
First, when it came to dealing with the Evil God, I truly couldn’t bear the consequences of failure.
Previously, after Xie Zhuo died, the Evil God returned. The gods gathered at the peak of Kunlun to learn from Xie Zhuo’s example, attempting to collect the world’s evil energy, but they failed. Xi Wang Mu therefore said that only Xie Zhuo could gather the evil energy.
But the Xie Zhuo they spoke of was the one from thousands of years later, who could use the Pangu Fu to cleave open the tunnel of time and space in his demon form.
The current Xie Zhuo might be just like the other gods, unable to accomplish this task.
And if he failed, there would truly be no more Xie Zhuo in this world.
Could I count on the gods to send me back to the past once more?
Second, I was being selfish.
Last time, Xie Zhuo sacrificed himself to kill the Evil God. This time, the best outcome would be for him to both eliminate the Evil God and survive.
But if killing the Evil God required Xie Zhuo to exchange his life…
Then I wanted that moment to come later, even later.
At least, after leaving that snow-covered forest, let him feel the warmth of the human world a little longer.
Don’t let him truly come as just a vessel and leave as just a container.
If that were truly the case, fate would be too cruel to Xie Zhuo.
Finally, the Evil God was cunning.
Previously, just because the black-robed Xie Zhuo had replaced Xie Xuanqing and briefly engaged with him, the Evil God knew that the visitor was the future Xie Zhuo.
From that moment, the Evil God began to prepare.
That’s why, after Xie Zhuo killed the Evil God, the Evil God returned to the human world.
This time, if I acted rashly, not knowing when I might do something that would affect the past, I might change the original course of events and lead to worse consequences…
After careful consideration, I decided to bury everything deep in my heart.
Until… the moment of my separation from Xie Zhuo arrived.
Originally, the plan I made with the gods was to prevent my separation from Xie Zhuo, and then, with Xie Zhuo at his “strongest state” and the gods, we would discuss how to slay the Evil God.
This was the most conservative approach, and also the most stable one.
So, my presence here was neither to change history nor to push it forward. I was simply here to accompany Xie Zhuo, to walk with him through thousands of years, and then reach that fork in destiny, facing a future neither of us had experienced.
I made my determination—a determination that might span thousands of years.
Looking at Xie Zhuo walking beside me, a wave of emotion suddenly surged in my heart.
I had only been married to him for five hundred years, yet now I was making a promise in my heart that would last thousands of years.
After everything I’d been through—separation, life and death, the passage of time…
In the end, I found myself… loving him even more.
When I first met him, I loved his appearance and gentleness. When we married, I loved his protection and companionship.
And now, having gone through tearing and breaking apart with him, having seen his brokenness and vulnerability, his dishevelment and unworthiness…
I seemed to have truly fallen in love with him only now.
All of him…
He held the small dog in his arms, his expression calm as he looked ahead.
Completely unaware of my thoughts.
“Xie Zhuo,” I called his name on impulse, “Can I hug you…”
He looked at me, his eyes showing confusion.
Principal God Ji, walking ahead of us, turned his head slightly to observe me upon hearing this.
So I forcibly added three more words: “…your dog?”
A surge of love, I held it back in my heart.
To be honest, it felt somewhat choking in my chest…
Principal God Ji turned his gaze away.
Xie Zhuo looked at the little yellow dog in his arms and answered with three words: “He is a wolf…”
I couldn’t stand this: “He’s a dog.”
Now that I had even become a dog, how could it possibly be a wolf? I corrected the misconception I had wanted to rectify for so long, but never had the chance to.
Xie Zhuo frowned, seeming somewhat displeased with my words: “No, he is the second little wolf.”
I had to seek outside help: “God Lord, please look, is what Young Master Xie Zhuo holding a wolf or a dog?”
Principal God Ji didn’t brush me off.
He very seriously walked over to Xie Zhuo’s side and said, “If I may.” Then, with Xie Zhuo’s permission, Principal God Ji gently lifted the coarse cloth covering the little yellow dog and carefully examined it:
“Two marks on the brow, short tail, thick paws, heavy bones, abundant fur…”