In the City of Divine Beings, it was evening.
Crack!
That once fearsome demon, roaring with fury, was now a lifelike ice sculpture, frozen in a perfectly floppy pose. Even if it hadn’t been frozen, it might have scared itself to d*ath.
The sudden figure that descended upon the mortal realm was surrounded by a power that could only be described as divine, awakening the deepest fears buried in their bloodlines.
“Mom, I just saw a fairy!”
Little Li the blacksmith was still in shock, completely oblivious to the commotion happening outside.
“I totally agree with Young Hero Li.”
“She’s simply like a goddess!”
“I said it before, the top fans aren’t worth it. Just ship your favorite couples like me, and you’ll remain undefeated.”
Shang Qin Qing stood with her hands on her hips, spitting out a few sunflower seed shells while tilting her chin up.
Hearing Clan Leader Shang’s sudden booming voice, the people around couldn’t help but nod in agreement.
“Clearly separated by realms, yet she managed to arrive just in time, just perfectly.”
“She couldn’t have known in advance, nor should she know Young Hero Li, yet she showed up anyway. It’s inexplicable.”
“Is it possible that her inherent nature is preserved after forgetting her past, and there’s some unexplainable connection?”
“Or is it related to the innate powers that accompany her?”
Debates erupted inside and outside the Imperial Capital.
Above.
Emperor Jingtai had changed into a moon-blue robe. He wasn’t with the royal family; instead, he sat at the Yantian Sect’s table.
“Old Granny didn’t misjudge Ying Bing after all.”
At this moment, Emperor Jingtai seemed to realize where Ying Bing’s powers came from.
“What I really can’t see through is him…”
The old lady of the Yantian Sect shook her head, her gaze surveying Little Li in the crowd.
Seeing she hadn’t finished, Emperor Jingtai didn’t press further.
Under the pavilion.
The Fourth Prince raised an eyebrow, “What kind of strange martial arts did Li Mo just use? If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have lasted until Ying Bing arrived.”
“I heard that he transformed into Ming Jiao in the South Border. I’ve never heard of such martial arts.”
Tu Yan, who had somehow landed in the noble’s seat, spoke up, her lips curling into a smile:
“However, what just happened isn’t a real trial; it was merely a skirmish with some minor nuisances.”
“The real challenge lies ahead. Even the first ten years can’t be compared to what just happened.”
“First, he has to survive the next ten years in the City of Divine Beings!”
Princess Yuyang had heard Jiang Yu mention that.
The Celestial Race was powerful and lengthy-lived, almost never dying naturally.
The people from the Underground City were exceptionally gifted, able to extend their lives through hard work.
The folks from the Human City? The most ordinary of the bunch.
By the time those ten years passed, Young Hero Li might just become Old Li, frail and gray! That bizarre martial arts of his wouldn’t significantly bolster his capabilities or essence.
No matter how hard he trained, he would still just be an ordinary man.
Many people present were starting to realize this problem as well; after all, they were in a hotbed of talent where even tossing a brick could hit a mid-level expert. Many had seen numerous divine trials.
But to think a hidden dragon would d*e of old age within the City of Divine Beings? Not likely…
The crowd turned their eyes toward the Map of Nations.
The once fervent atmosphere gradually cooled down.
In the shifting shadows.
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Villagers learned that Little Ke the blacksmith had drawn away the demons and, after a while of silence, he finally rescued that elderly pair, one of whom boldly climbed the mountain.
“The demon is dead! Little Ke the blacksmith is fine!”
He hurriedly called the villagers, even the village chief came running.
However, upon recognizing the woman next to Little Ke, the village chief knelt down first, and the villagers followed suit, all kneeling in a wave.
As they knelt, they shouted praises for the Celestial Lady.
Indeed, the heavens, earth, and mortals lived in three separate cities.
But the main reason was that the divine beings had never cared much for the other two cities’ inhabitants.
The Celestial Race was just too powerful, and their lifespans were just too long.
To the people of the Human City, they couldn’t even be seen as fellow beings; it was more like a relationship between deities and mortals, just that these deities didn’t need the mortals’ worship.
The Underground City folk continuously worked to make themselves stronger, hoping that when the Celestial Race had a vacancy, they could step right up!
As for Ying Bing’s arrival, the villagers felt more fear than joy.
After all, they were no different than ants to such a powerful Celestial being…
“I’ll be staying in the village for a while.”
“That old man… I’ll give up my house for you to stay in…”
“No need, I think that one over there looks nice,” Ying Bing pointed at Ke Mo, who was laid on a stretcher, being smeared with medicine.
Ah, this?
Saying that, she turned to glance at Ke Mo, but chose not to say more, quietly walking into the blacksmith’s shop.
With wooden boats made from boards, the crowd didn’t dare to guess what thoughts this powerful Celestial lady had. Each with their own expressions, they returned home.
The happiest one? Definitely Ke Mo.
The village chief, however, pulled him aside with a serious expression, lowering his voice:
“Little Ke, you’d better take good care of the lady goddess. Her staying here might mean she has other plans. You absolutely mustn’t have any inappropriate thoughts!”
“If you anger her, it’s more terrifying than angering the demons!”
“Even if you don’t provoke her unintentionally, it could still result in serious consequences. You’d better be careful, very careful!”
The village chief lectured him with many tales.
For instance, there was once a young Celestial who sneaked down to the Human City to play and befriended a mortal.
The mortal had no idea who they were, and while the Celestial was asleep, they used feathers to tickle his nose to see his funny reaction.
Result? The young Celestial sneezed, and ten nearby villages were drenched in torrential rains that didn’t stop for half a month!
This lady was definitely much stronger!
“I understand, Village Chief, don’t you worry.”
Ke Mo laughed and patted his chest; he could never feel fear toward that fairy lady.
“Ah, what’s a blessing can’t be a curse, and what’s a curse can’t be dodged…”
The village chief shook his head but couldn’t help but be infected by Ke Mo’s sunlight, breaking into a smile.
“With this goddess in the village, we won’t fear the calamities of the next ten years.”
“Can she really stay that long?”
“Ten years might be a lifetime for us, but for the Celestials, that’s just a blink of an eye.”
The old village chief laughed, patting him on the shoulder.
Young and strong Little Ke was oblivious.
He didn’t know that the old village chief had once been as young and vigorous as he was.
Nor did he know what it meant for time to slip by, and for things to change utterly.
He also had no idea what it meant for time to be like a kn*fe, a divide between realms!
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P.S.: Please recharge, I’ve been losing hair over the recent plot twists. This side story has been meticulously prepared by Little Pudgy Street, hoping it inspires a little bit for my next book. I hope this endeavor is successful. Thank you for your audience and patience; the updates are indeed unpredictably unfulfilling! -3-
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