Chapter 7
My nose burns. Tears spill over.
So QiYaoheng is the DivineLord.
There never was any illegitimate son.
The one who walked away from him without looking back...
That was me.
Boom—
Chaos erupts. DivineCapital's long bells clang in panic. Warning arrays flare along the walls.
Heaven and earth shudder violently, as though an unseen hand shakes the roots of TaiyuanRealm.
Screams and terror rise from every direction.
"SuXiaotang, come to the central hall at once." LingShu's grave voice rings in my ear.
I step back into the ForbiddenArea.
The sight steals my breath.
The once-serene starry sky now churns black and crimson.
Thick, foul air spreads everywhere, sickening.
Countless twisted faces—greed, hatred, despair, savagery—tumble in the raging sea.
I spot XiaoJian among them.
The boy who wished beside me to become the greatest swordsman.
His sword arts soared, but family pressure and expectations drove him into deviation.
Now his hair is wild, eyes blood-red, and he slaughters his own kin in frenzy.
On the other side, the little princess's kingdom glows safe under heavenly golden light.
Even while TaiyuanRealm quakes and demons rampage, her land remains peaceful, full of song and dance.
Yet the proud little princess lies bound on a rune-carved altar.
Her father and ministers wear fanatic expressions, ignoring her cries as they perform a brutal blood sacrifice.
...
The white-bearded elder beside me sighs deeply.
"Both of their wishes went against their true hearts."
"One sought empty family glory. One chased royal favor."
"The greater the desire, the fiercer the backlash... alas."
...
The miniature SeaOfWishes holds far more than just those two.
Countless lives from TaiyuanRealm.
Common folk to nobles to cultivators—each with their prayers.
At first they asked for wealth, children, safety at the DivineLord's temples.
Then the wishes grew greedy, unrestrained.
Harems of thousands. Patricide for inheritance.
That greed and selfishness twisted into demonic qi and began corroding the SeaOfWishes.
And the SeaOfWishes is bound to QiYaoheng.
The elder's worry deepens.
"The DivineLord has sustained the SeaOfWishes for ten thousand years. He is at his limit."
"This filth is eating him away faster..."
Before he finishes—Boom.
A far worse quake.
A massive vortex explodes at the center of the black-red miniature, demonic qi pouring out.
My chest tightens.
QiYaoheng's HeartDemon is losing control.
I turn to the sect leader, voice leaving no room for argument.
"LingShu, take me to him."
The sound of "LingShu" again startles him—his eyes widen in shock.
Then they redden.
"SuXiaotang... you remember everything?"
Yes.
When QiYaoheng and I first fall in love, LingShu is only an ordinary elder.
The SeaOfWishes flows on its own then. The world is at peace.
When turmoil comes and demonic qi leaks, only the strongest can guard the sea, pouring in origin power night and day.
QiYaoheng, as DivineLord, steps forward for all living beings.
"Why does it have to be you?" I block his path, furious and unwilling.
"The world or me—choose one."
I am young, arrogant, certain he will choose me.
I think it is a simple question.
He chooses the world.
I leave without hesitation.
I tell him I never want to see him again. I want to live as a mortal.
So I reincarnate gladly.
Just to taste a life without him.
Until this one.
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