Chapter 122: The God of Death

Fine sand brushed over the treetops as the winter sun was about to disappear.

Di Yiqiu lowered his gaze, looking at this dim expanse of dust. But he had no time for sorrow. Shi Wenyu had caused chaos, with creatures covered in ash and the natural order tilting. Now, the court was already in great turmoil, and who could manage the overall situation?

He slowly stood up and said, “In accordance with my wife’s last wish, I ask all those who have been revived to consider future generations.”

Xi Yin also gazed at the thin sand on the ground. She had come to this dream-like place with her already-dead body, originally confused and hazy. But now, hearing the fragmented accounts from everyone, she had already understood what had happened.

Shi Wenyu controlled the Yuanrong Tower with resentment, causing disorder in the mortal realm, with time flipping and turning upside down, attempting to rebuild order and recreate the natural order.

The efforts of Di Yiqiu, Xie Hongchen, Huang Rang, and others to stop him finally led to the collapse of his conspiracy.

However, those who were revived due to the disorder of the natural order could no longer stay in the world.

Xi Yin walked slowly out of the crowd, and Huang Yang saw her, calling out, “Grandmother…”

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Her voice was pleasant, like a stream in a quiet valley. “But, as Ah Rang said, we cannot only care about our own lives and ignore the suffering of others.”

After speaking, she walked in front of Di Yiqiu.

She and Di Yiqiu locked eyes. She smiled slightly and nodded. “Thank you. With your help, Ah Rang has grown into a brilliant figure.”

Di Yiqiu’s lips moved slightly, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

Help? What help could he talk about?

In the end, losing a father, losing a wife, and losing a son—even the mother-in-law—had to be sacrificed.

Xi Yin looked at Qu Manying with some guilt and said, “Our family has caused you a lot of trouble, but there’s nothing I can do to repay you. I feel very uneasy…”

Qu Manying couldn’t persuade her, after all, she was not an ordinary person. As a person in a higher position, she understood that this had to be done. She shook her head, and despite her strong demeanor, tears had already overflowed from her eyes.

Xi Yin finally looked at Bao Wu. Bao Wu and Li Lu had already captured Fu, Lu, Shou, and Xi. At this moment, he stood not far away, amidst the crowd.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xi Yin smiled at him and whispered, “Also, thank you, Deputy Bao, for your usual care.”

How many times they had shared meals together, how many times they had silently accompanied each other, the two of them were like guardians of a thunder pool, never crossing any boundaries. In the end, their farewell was so casual.

Bao Wu nodded, unsure of how to react to the current situation.

Past events were like thorns.

Xi Yin looked affectionately at Huang Yang and said, “Don’t be afraid, my child.”

After saying that, she casually drew Qu Manying’s waist sword, letting the blade rest against her throat. Everyone’s breath seemed to become inaudible, and Xi Yin swept her eyes across the crowd, knowing that her life and death were trivial, but the impact on the overall situation was significant.

“Everyone, with my blood, I invoke the righteousness and courage of the great, to be emulated by all.” With these words, she forcefully dragged the sword across, the blade cutting into her flesh, and fresh blood splattered like ink.

Qu Manying covered her face with both hands, and the crowd remained silent, looking at each other without any exclamations or attempts to help.

Until she collapsed, Qu Manying finally embraced her.

By now, everyone realized that it was imperative for the revived to return to the yellow soil.

Huang Yang glanced at his grandmother, frowned, and then looked at Di Yiqiu.

Di Yiqiu didn’t speak, and his expression was so cold and mechanical.

“Okay, I know you don’t have the strength to comfort anyone anymore,” Huang Yang muttered, saying, “But you still need to take care of yourself. With my mother gone, you don’t have to worry too much.”

Di Yiqiu placed his hand on Huang Yang’s shoulder, the strength in his fingers beyond control. Huang Yang winced at the painful grip and said, “My mother is carefree, so you don’t need to be too stubborn.”

After saying that, he looked at the crowd and said, “I don’t know what you all think, but for a little bug like me, I should have decayed in the soil long ago. Being able to live for a hundred years and having parents, I consider it a gain. Since my parents said that living is detrimental to the world, then I won’t live. I hope you all can be more open-minded.”

These words seemed heroic.

However, after the words fell, he whispered in a low voice, “My mother didn’t tell me anything. I treat her as my mother, and she treats me as a stupid bug.”

After saying that, he picked up the waist sword that Xi Yin had dropped on the ground, with a red silk still attached to the blade. Thus, the blood on the blade no longer looked terrifying.

Huang Yang placed the sword against his throat, looked at Di Yiqiu, and said after a while, “I’m leaving.” After thinking for a moment, he added, “Don’t be too sad.”

With that, the blade entered his flesh, and blood gushed out like a spring.

In the crowd, gradually, more revived individuals began to bid farewell.

Di Yiqiu turned around, his gaze as cold as ice. “Li Lu, Bao Wu.”

“Here!” The two of them stepped forward.

Di Yiqiu’s words were icy: “Prepare farewell wine for these righteous heroes.”

The items for the farewell wine require little explanation. The Celestial Court has long possessed various poisoned wines that can quietly cause one’s demise without suffering. After Li Lu’s prompt response, he immediately went to make preparations.

Within a very short time, Miao Yunzhi and Qiu Shengbai concocted the medicine.

Li Lu gathered all the revived individuals in one place, and around them, many relatives and friends tearfully bid farewell.

The officials from the White Tiger Bureau delivered the medicine. Surprisingly, the medicine wasn’t bitter; it even had a hint of sweetness.

From behind came the calls of loved ones, and the crowd wept. Di Yiqiu squatted down, picking up grains of yellow sand from the ground. After the Earth Spirit’s death, its sand lost its luster. Now, the grains were dim, lacking the former vitality.

Di Yiqiu picked up these rice-sized grains of yellow sand into a small wooden box, his expression indifferent as if it had become a mask.

Xie Hongchen, one by one, picked up the sand formed by Huang Rang’s demise.

The setting sun descended into the dense mist on the horizon, and the visibility began to dim.

Those cries gradually became hoarse and subdued in the endless twilight.

The world spent a sleepless night.

The next day, the Celestial Court was still registering the revived.

Miao Yunzhi, Qiu Shengbai, and others were still brewing the medicine. As revived individuals continued to pass away, the restoration of the heavenly order also visibly accelerated. The sand diminished, and in some places, new greenery was already visible.

Even this slight touch of green could provide infinite hope.

The elders of the Yuhu Immortal Sect requested to bring back the Yuanrong Tower to the sect. However, this decision was quickly opposed by He Xijin and others.

“Yuan…Yuan..Yuan…” He Xijin said it with great effort.

Zhang Shuju hurriedly said, “The Yuanrong Tower has caused too much calamity; it must not be kept. It should be publicly destroyed to prevent future troubles!”

He Xijin quickly expressed his agreement, “Yes!”

Qiu Cailing and others also knew of the disaster caused by this object, but this demonic tower was truly extraordinary.

He said, “The structure of this tower is exquisite. If we can diligently study and remove its demonic nature, perhaps…”

The temptation of immortality and rebuilding the heavenly path—how many could resist such allure?

However, before he finished speaking, Xie Hongchen spoke up.

He said, “This tower is forged with too much blood and tears—an ominous object. Keeping it is of no benefit. Master He and others have reasonable concerns. In my opinion, it should be publicly destroyed.”

Since he had spoken, Qiu Cailing and others had to put away their thoughts. Elder Kang Xuetong said, “Since that’s the case, let’s follow the Sect Master’s words.”

The leaders of the immortal sects no longer hesitated. Everyone gathered their strength and simultaneously attacked the Yuanrong Tower.

For a moment, light and shadows intertwined, and the sound resembled thunder.

This demonic tower lost control of its master, no longer possessing the ability to fight back.

Under the full-scale attack of everyone, it collapsed with a loud bang. Within the golden tower, only piles of white bones were seen. Countless black mists finally broke free from confinement. The black energy surged into the sky, causing a fierce wind and thunder, accompanied by numerous cries and sobs.

Xie Hongchen stood in the ruins of the demonic tower, a tide of sorrow almost engulfing him.

This was the only relic left by his father, who died because of it, stirring the greed of later generations. He should hate and exterminate evil, but if not for this evil, he might never have known what he had lost.

He stepped over the white bones under his feet, and after a long time, he said, “Where is Shaochong?”

Xie Shaochong hurried over and said, “Sect Master.”

Xie Hongchen said, “Gather the white bones and find another place to bury them all.”

Xie Shaochong responded and, with his disciples, began to collect the scattered white bones.

Xie Hongchen didn’t linger for too long. With many elders in the sect severely injured and Xie Lingbi’s shocking actions, he had a lot to do. He didn’t even have time to grieve.

He scanned the surroundings, and there, lying in a corner, was the lifeless body of Xie Lingbi.

It was unclear who had attacked him, but his body had been cut with no good flesh left.

“Take my master and return to the Immortal Sect,” he said, turning around to help Qiu Cailing, who was injured and had lost all his cultivation.

Qiu Cailing spoke in a solemn tone: “Xie Lingbi harbors ambitious schemes. Sect Master, you don’t have to call him your master anymore in the future.”

Xie Hongchen replied indifferently, “Even if he is utterly reprehensible, how can I deny the grace of his upbringing?”

“Sect Master is truly… overly merciful,” Qiu Cailing said with no other choice, watching as Nie Qinglan approached and took care of Xie Lingbi’s remains.

As the members of the Yuhu Immortal Sect withdrew, others from the sects also had no choice but to leave.

—The Celestial Court had the capability to handle the aftermath; everyone had no doubts about this.

Indeed, Di Yiqiu did not disappoint.

After the first batch of revived individuals chose to end their lives, the court had already registered all the revived individuals. The government began persuading the second batch, then pressuring the third, and finally hunting down the fourth.

Di Yiqiu swiftly calmed the situation with decisive measures.

The remaining two or three stragglers were not enough to affect the heavenly path.

Soon, the world was restored, and time acted like a healing balm, smoothing out the scars and pain of all things.

The events of the four dreams were discussed by the people for a long, long time.

Everyone said that the Celestial Court’s head, Di Yiqiu, was a stern and ruthless figure.

There were even rumors that Madam Third Dream didn’t have to die. Although she suffered from the Soul-Binding Bone-Fixing Needle, she wasn’t a revived individual. Why did he need to publicly end her life? It was just a ploy by Di Yiqiu—a move to stimulate others.

Di Yiqiu paid no attention to these rumors. Among the sons of his brothers, he found a child with good aptitude, renamed him Shi Zhenlang, and appointed him as the new emperor.

The court was in heated discussions due to the incident involving Shi Wenyu. Many courtiers vehemently opposed the Celestial Court’s interference in politics.

They even suspected that Di Yiqiu aimed to take over the regency, and a group of ministers jointly demanded that he relinquish the real power he held.

Di Yiqiu persisted in supporting the new emperor, defying all opposition.

Time passed swiftly, like flowing water. He dominated the court during the day, suppressing the ministers, and at night, he worked silently on forging something.

The Celestial Court relentlessly pursued the revived individuals and suppressed the courtiers, leaving a trail of bloodshed. Whenever the common people mentioned him, it was as if they saw the god of death. Outside of his official duties, he distanced himself more and more from the masses, becoming cold and silent.