Chapter 106: All gods pass away, all spirits bid farewell, and all wishes are fulfilled in every life.

His white robe stained with blood, the Taoist Fox slowly closed his eyes. Mingche knelt beside him, silent, tears welling in his red eyes.

To everyone present, Dr. Fox was a vicious sinner, but to Mingche, he was something else.

After his mother passed away, Dr. Fox had been genuinely kind to him.

Mingche remembered the first time he met Dr. Fox.

That day, his mother went out to copy books for someone, leaving him to play with several children from the neighborhood. When his mother was around, they pretended to want to play with him, but after she left, the children ganged up on him, despising him for his stupidity and calling him a fatherless bastard.

Mud pelted Mingche from all sides, leaving him helpless and covered in dirt. He tried to fight back, but the mud blocked his eyes. He wept uncontrollably as he scraped the mud off his face. His ears were filled with increasingly harsh curses.

After a long moment, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

"Stretch out your hands, don't open your eyes,"

a gentle voice boomed from above him. Mingche paused, wanting to open his eyes to see who had frightened the children away. But mud still coated his eyes, preventing him from opening them. He obeyed, stretching out his muddy hands.

A stream of cool water poured into his palms. Along with them came the same voice from before.

"Wash your hands first, then your face."

After washing his hands and feet, Mingche opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a wide-sleeved Taoist robe. Looking up, he saw a face masked with a smiling fox.

The fox's eyes were curved, like the crescent moon in the sky.

Mingche thanked him, and Dr. Fox escorted him home. From that day on, the two became close friends, regardless of age. When his mother was busy, Dr. Fox would appear by his side, playing with him and teaching him. He was also the first to notice his love of watching the sword-making process.

After his mother died of overwork, Dr. Fox took him to the Wuya Academy. Later, the academy was massacred, and he was killed by his senior brother's sword. In a vision at the gates of hell, he saw the aftermath of his mother's death. In her final moments, she willingly sacrificed her wisdom, begging Dr. Fox to treat him kindly...

Mingche trembled, tears welling in his clear eyes.

Why did he do this? Why didn't he kill him after his mother passed away?

"Get up, child,"

a vast voice called from his ears. Mingche blinked, then was lifted from the ground by an invisible force.

The voice belonged to the Immortal Tianqi, who had shown them Dr. Fox's past.

Tianqi glanced at Hu Shuo lying on the ground and said calmly, "Everything can be repeated." With that, he forgot about the full moon in the misty night sky.

"Come out!"

The crowd surrounding him wondered what he was saying—could there be someone else hiding here? Ye Qingzhan glanced around and saw nothing unusual. Li Zhixing, who was protecting Hu Tangqing, also looked around with a vigilant look, but didn't find anything unusual.

Suddenly, Ye Qingzhan's heart skipped a beat, and then she felt something being peeled away from her body. Her body began to emit a golden light. Not only her, but Wen Gu's body also changed, shrouded in a layer of red light.

"Why did I turn green!" The one who exclaimed was Li Zhixing, his body emitting green flames.

Hu Tangqing, who was beside him, was covered in a purple cloud. "Mine is purple."

"Mozhi is green." Yunying pointed at Chu Mozhi floating in the green air.

Xinxin also clapped her hands and said, "Mom is emitting the same orange light!"

Everyone looked at Shanniang. The light around her was weaker, but they could indeed see that she was also immersed in the orange light. At this time, Xie Zhiyan, who was stationed on the first floor, had his pupils gradually returning to black, and he looked at the faint blue light on his body in confusion.

Lights of varying colors slowly receded from their bodies, condensing into the air, shrinking continuously until they eventually became round beads. Only the orange light that had been shed from Shanniang's body condensed into half a bead.

Everyone stared in confusion as the round beads of varying colors flew around the Immortal Tianqi. He smiled, waved his long sleeves, and a crack appeared in the air, through which two people walked out hand in hand.

Seeing who was coming, Ye Qingzhan was overjoyed and ran towards them with a smile.

"Dad! Mom!"

Ye Shaolin and Jiang Xuejun hugged their daughter. Ye Qingzhan's eyes, which had been curved with smiles due to the reunion, instantly shed tears.

"Daughter... I missed you so much."

Jiang Xuejun stroked her hair, her eyes moist. "Mom misses Qingzhan too. I'm so glad you're okay."

Ye Shaolin, standing beside him, was already blinded by tears. He looked intently at his daughter, afraid that if he didn't see her again, she would disappear. "My dear, Dad finally sees you again!"

A family reunited, and thousands of families shed tears of joy.

Everyone in the Hongchen Inn was silent, only sending their blessings with envious eyes.

Wen Gu stood quietly beside Ye Qingzhan, and a smile finally appeared on her tightly pursed lips.

There are many, many people in the world who love her.

Even if he can't survive today, he can leave with peace of mind -

"Dad, Mom," Ye Qingzhan wiped her tears, broke free from their arms, and pulled Wen Gu over, "His name is Wen Gu, and he is the one my daughter likes."

For Ye Qingzhan, her parents are the people she respects the most, and they are also her friends who she can talk to about anything. She has always been straightforward.

Wen Gu lost his parents, and she wants to bring him into her home.

Hearing her daughter say this, Ye Shaolin suddenly raised her chin and looked at Wen Gu in the middle of her tears, her eyes full of scrutiny. Jiang Xuejun smiled, wiped away her tears, and looked at Wen Gu seriously.

The young man was born with a very good appearance. Even though his face was covered with scars of varying depths, it was difficult to hide his handsome features. Jiang Xuejun smiled at him, suddenly recognizing an old acquaintance in his eyes.

"Your name is Wen Gu?" Wen Gu

nodded gently, "Yes."

Jiang Xuejun and Ye Shaolin exchanged a smile.

Ye Shaolin laughed a few times and patted him on the shoulder, "Fate is indescribable."

Ye Qingzhan, unsure of his father's intentions, was about to ask when his gaze was drawn to a faint orange glow emanating from him. This light, forming a thin thread, slowly wrapped around the orange bead beside the Weather Immortal. The bead, originally half full, gradually became full.

The Apocalypse Immortal spoke, "The gods have returned to their places."

As his words fell, the long, silent night of Ghost Gate broke, a sudden burst of light piercing the endless veil. The moon set and the sun rose, and dawn was approaching.

The multicolored beads that had been flying in the sky now dispersed into a mist of light. Within the flowing sea of mist, towering figures emerged, towering between heaven and earth.

Spiritual energy flowed, filling the air with the aura of nature.

The ghostly visitors from Guanzhong were bathed in the dew of grace.

Li Zhixing stepped forward and knelt respectfully before the eight gods of various shapes and sizes. "Fallen Immortal Li Zhixing, respectfully welcome the gods." However, before his knees even touched the ground, he was pulled upright by the collar.

As he stood, the golden goddess flicked his forehead from a distance.

"Kneel, kneel, kneel, why are you kneeling? I've been dead for tens of thousands of years, why are you going through all this formality!"

Ye Qingzhan looked at the slightly irritable Goddess and recognized her as the Goddess transformed from the golden bead hidden in his heart.

This Goddess had a handsome face, with two horns on his head that looked like dragon horns, and a head of golden hair that flew in the air like a waterfall of algae. After speaking to the exiled immortal, he reached out to the second floor of the inn with his hands on his waist, pulled out a black dragon with closed eyes from behind a pillar, and knocked on its forehead.

"Wake up, you have brought shame to our Tianlong clan."

Hei Batian opened his eyes and saw the dragon horns on the golden Goddess's head at a glance. He excitedly said, "Are you my mother? Are you? Are you?"

Just before the battle began, he was wrapped in a barrier by Ye Qingzhan. Relying on his stubbornness, he wanted to ram the barrier to help fight, but ended up knocking himself unconscious. After waking up, he was in the hands of the goddess with dragon horns -

this was the will of heaven, she must be his mother!

"Mother!"

"I'm not, stop yelling!" The Supreme God tossed it into Ye Qingzhan's arms, snorting, "I've been dead for tens of thousands of years, and you, a young boy, have only lived for a dozen. How can you be alive? What are you yelling about? Go wherever it's cool."

Ye Qingzhan held Hei Batian and looked at the Immortal Tianqi among them. He remembered his last words to him when they first met: "Don't call me an immortal when we meet again. I'm not one."

So he wasn't an immortal, but a true god.

Ye Qingzhan recalled what the exiled immortal had said: After the creation of the world, the ancient gods fell, and eight ancient gods were born, nurtured by the six natural energies. They were responsible for building the world. However, one day, they fought over a matter. The fight was so fierce that it caused the earth to collapse, the sea to dry up, and the rocks to crumble. It ended with the death of seven gods and the disappearance of one god.

It seemed that the God of Tianqi Mountain was the missing ancient god, and the other godheads standing here, each with their own demeanor, were the seven Supreme Gods who had passed away.

But... what had they fought about? Did they really die fighting? Why had their godhood been condensed into a mortal?

The gods leaned forward slightly, sizing up the mortals they had chosen.

The God of Apocalypse swept his gaze across their faces.

"Are you curious to know what happened thousands of years ago? Why has the godhood of the gods been bestowed upon you?"

Everyone nodded in unison. The

God of Apocalypse opened his mouth.

Tens of thousands of years ago, at the dawn of chaos, Nuwa mended the heavens and created humanity. The world was created, and the human realm was formed. After creation, the gods perished one after another. The Gods of World Construction, born from the harmony of the six natural energies, responded to the call of heaven and earth.

Their mission was to create a more orderly six realms, the most challenging of all being the human realm.

The eight supreme gods agonized. When the great goddess Nuwa created humanity, had she ever imagined that these upright, quadrupedal creatures could be so complex? They wandered the human realm year after year, yet they still could not grasp the human heart.

Compared to other species, humans are incredibly complex.

Celestial immortals are unconcerned with worldly affairs, following the principles of the ancient scriptures; demons are open-minded and unrestrained; demons revere power and, though prone to trouble, their thoughts are clearly visible on their faces, making rewards and punishments a breeze...

Only humans, imbued with the characteristics of each race, have infused even more of their own unique quirks.

Back then, the Six Realms lacked the system of reincarnation, and the question of life and death among humans became a major concern for the gods.

The gods fought over a single issue: could the dead be resurrected?

For this reason, the eight gods who built the world split into two factions. One insisted that human nature is greedy, and that if given the chance of resurrection, they would not cherish their present life. The other believed that while most mortals are kind, their fates are miserable, ending in premature death, being harmed by treacherous individuals, starving to death, or even worse, struck by lightning while raining under a tree...

How unjust these deaths were.

Their lives brought joy to many, but their deaths caused many to lose their resolve to live.

Thus, the gods debated this issue year after year, reaching no conclusion, only revealing their own tempers. Gods are supposed to be impartial, indifferent to joy or sorrow. If they were to experience joy or dislike, sorrow or happiness, the six realms would suffer.

So, to address their tempers, each of them contributed a fraction of their magical power to create a place where they could vent their anger and grievances—the Boundless Strange Realm.

This land is boundless and earthless, formless and invisible, yet omnipresent.

Whenever the eight gods lose their temper, they would fight, kick, and lash out, venting their wrath like mortals. Even after venting their anger, they remained the beloved and respected gods of the world.

Even so, as the gods neared their demise, they engaged in a heartfelt brawl over the question of whether the dead can be resurrected.

They couldn't hold back, they simply couldn't.

They killed each other's true selves, but their godhood was scattered across the world. Wandering the human world, generation after generation of mortals became capable of inhabiting the divine. They witnessed the world's constant transformation over the passage of time.

The theory of reincarnation truly resolved the issues of life and death that had previously plagued them.

However, the more they wandered, the more they felt humanity truly miraculous.

Dynasties might repeat the mistakes of their predecessors, but they also constantly innovated, each dynasty possessing its own distinct character. They shaped human history.

Each generation, however, experienced distinct changes compared to the previous. Yet, their desires seemed unchanging.

They heard countless prayers, all seeking nothing more than good weather, a peaceful and prosperous life, peace and happiness, and a long and peaceful death.

If possible, mortals wished for a prosperous life and harmonious harmony.

Therefore, they tacitly accepted the system of reincarnation, secretly helping to make it fairer and smoother. They offered those who had fought tooth and nail in this life, with no good outcome, a second chance. In reincarnation, they fulfilled the long-cherished wishes of past lives.

The creation of the Gates of Hell was not only a joint effort of the three realms, but also aided by them.

The eight gods, willing to grant the dead a second chance, also wish to offer the living a chance of rebirth after encountering danger and adversity.

People often speak of a trip through the Gates of Hell. In reality, this may be the gods' bid for a chance at life, secured for them by the gods in both the Yin and Yang realms.

Such a "dangerous" encounter is preferable to the silent, resolute, and determined attempt to snatch someone's life. Those who survive

great adversity are sure to find happiness in the

future. This is divine protection, but also a partial form of love, a love that has lost its impartiality.

Of course, if possible, a life of joy, peace, and freedom from illness and disaster is the ultimate blessing.

"You speak so eloquently, but how did this brat and I end up in the Boundless Mysterious Territory? That place is nothing like you claim. It's clearly a chaotic mess, with fires and floods everywhere. It often shows us the misery of the human world. Just be thankful and smirk that my brat and I didn't grow up to be world-destroying demons."

Hei Batian bared his teeth, his threatening manner showing no regard for the gods' dignity.

The blonde goddess lifted him by his dragon horn and dangled him upside down in the air like a chicken, flicking his disobedient horn. "Little creature, we are only gods, and like humans, our divine power can sometimes get out of control."

It turned out that after the seven gods fought so fiercely that they killed their elderly opponent, the Boundless Mysterious Territory, controlled by their divine power, became even more treacherous, transforming into a place where wanderers enjoy watching the excitement. They record the various human scenes they witness in the form of illusions, and occasionally display them to those who stray into it.

Hei Batian's parents were the last two divine dragons of the ancient Celestial Dragon Clan. While searching for a missing celestial god, their child was snatched away by the Wujiang Mysterious Domain.

"Woo, woo, woo," Hei Batian, hanging upside down in the blonde goddess's arms, shed two large tears. "I, Hei Batian, am also a little dragon with parents who love me. I didn't just pop out of that shabby place. Woo, woo, woo, woo, where are they now?"

"Double Hump,"

Tianqi Mountain God answered for the blonde goddess. He then looked at Wen Gu. "As for you, he—" Tianqi Mountain God's gaze swept over the fallen Dr. Fox, "threw you into Jing Lake. Coincidentally, Wujiang was passing by Liudun Ridge that day and saw him throwing his child away. He snatched you from the water."

Wen Gu nodded, his expression unchanged.

At this moment, one of the gods, forged from red flame, withdrew his gaze from the Lord of Illusions and looked at Wen Gu: "You knew of my existence before any of them did. Yes, or no?"

"Yes,"

the young man's expression remained calm, astonishing everyone.

Wen Gu had long sensed the presence of a certain power within him. If it weren't for this power of unknown origin protecting him, his heart would have been shattered to dust by countless attacks from the Yin Sha. He

would never have survived to meet her.

The power within him also possessed the ability to sense forces of the same origin. Wen Gu sensed something unusual about Ye Qingzhan within Hu Tangqing's sea of consciousness.

"The divine powers of us eight gods are of the same origin. Once we meet, we can summon each other in an instant. But we deliberately avoid it, fearing that if the timing is wrong, the leakage of divine power will harm your physical bodies." The Red Flame God continued, "However, Jin Yuan has been infected with too many human temperaments over the years and has become more and more impatient. In this woman's sea of consciousness..." He looked at Hu Tangqing, "You still noticed it in her sea of consciousness."

The goddess named Jin Yuan curled her fingers around a strand of hair on the side of her shoulder, her wings fluttered behind her, she looked up at the sky, and whispered, "You control the heavens and the earth, and you also control my temper."

The Red Flame Fire God looked at Wen Gu, then glanced at Ye Qingzhan, "You comforted her with a kiss."

The moment the words fell, the surroundings fell silent.

After a long time, Ye Shaolin's breathing became heavier, and he raised his head and fell into Jiang Xuejun's arms, glaring at the back of Wen Gu's head.

Ye Qingzhan's face suddenly turned red. Wen Gu hooked her hand and calmly asked, "What's the problem?"

The Golden Kite Goddess chuckled and looked at the choking Chi Yan.

He was silent, a rare moment.

The people present, ghosts and gods, all laughed at him. A moment later, another god spoke—it was the Orange Light God whose godhead had split in two, peeling off from Shan Niang and Ye Shaolin respectively.

Her godhead exuded a fruity fragrance, and she smiled gently: "You're getting more and more off-topic." She glanced at Chi Yan, her gentle and calm gaze falling on the people she loved. "In the end, we were wrong about the melee."

Ye Qingzhan listened to her soft voice, watching her brows arched. It was hard to imagine this goddess fighting. And what was the mistake she was talking about—was it that she was too ruthless and killed the other party? Or was it that she disrupted the six realms? Would the six realms become three?

As if hearing her thoughts, the fruity goddess replied, "Neither. Our greatest mistake was disrupting the six qi. It's precisely because of this imbalance that the human world, with its six qi out of balance, has seen so many chaotic phenomena and strange stories." Her gaze fell on the Snow Girl again. "The little girl's development is also our fault."

After the gods' war, the six qi naturally became unbalanced. Originally mutually reinforcing and harmonious, the pure and turbid qi, now combined and separated, lost their harmony. Where turbid qi was prevalent, deformed babies appeared, and everyone became obsessed with comparison.

Ye Qingzhan suddenly realized that the unhealthy tendencies in Zhuxi and Liudunling weren't solely the fault of Dr. Fox, but also of turbid qi.

"And where turbid qi is prevalent, outstanding people and talented people have emerged."

So that's how it was. Ye Qingzhan looked at Dr. Fox and asked the gods, "So, is his approach a flawed way of correcting the mistakes you made?"

The God of Apocalypse Mountain replied, "Yes and no."

He said that the cause of his parents' temperaments was indeed related to the six qi. The pure energy fostered their natural gifts, but it also deepened their inherent apathy and competitiveness, leading them to use extreme methods to nurture their children.

But the path Hu Shuo sought stemmed from his past, from the secret scrolls of the East China Sea, where the old Dragon King recorded the concept of wisdom.

He wanted to gather all the world's spiritual roots and distribute them equally, leaving the world free of comparison and secrets.

He wanted to change people, while they only wanted to correct the natural energy.

"We will bear the consequences of our mistakes." Jin Yuan swept her hair back from her shoulders, and her figure began to dissipate as her hair fluttered. At the same time, the divine identities of the other gods also became increasingly blurred.

Multicolored mists reappeared, floating scattered in the air.

"We should have departed ten thousand years ago, but we, a bunch of aging gods, still cherish the human world." Jin Yuan cast one last glance at the beings within Ghost Gate. "We are the gods who built the world. How can we allow it to be destroyed by our hands?"

In an instant, the divine powers of the eight gods vanished, transforming into countless specks of light that gently landed on the ghost guest in Guanzhong, like a mother kissing a child, tender and delicate.

"Live well."

This is the god's admonition to the mortals, and the blessing of an elder to a child.

The God of Apocalypse was the last to depart. Before vanishing, he said to Ye Qingzhan,

"Every year at the beginning of spring, offer a bouquet to the inscriptionless monument beneath the Twin Camel Humps."

"The most beautiful flower."

Tens of thousands of years ago, he was severely injured in combat and fell into the human world, revealing his true form. His injuries prevented him from maintaining his enormous fish tail, so he transformed into a human form and was rescued by a young girl from a fishing village.

The blind girl from the fishing village, knowing she wouldn't live long, devotedly cared for him until the end.

The little girl said that she liked flowers, because even if she couldn't see them, she could still smell their fragrance, which made her feel relaxed and happy.

During the chaos ten thousand years ago, he insisted that human nature was greedy and there should be no chance to start over. But after meeting the little girl, he, who had always been the most ruthless, became selfish.

He acquiesced to the reincarnation system, but arbitrarily kept the little girl's soul for many years before sending her into reincarnation.

Before his divinity dissipated, the God of Apocalypse Mountain lowered his eyes and looked at the jade belt around his waist.

He hopes that

everyone in the world will get what they want in all their lives.

The gods died, the dawn came, and the road to reincarnation at the gate of hell opened.

Li Zhixing and Hu Tangqing stood at the head of the ghosts, and Ye Qingzhan and Wen Gu stood on both sides, leading all kinds of creatures, facing the place where the sun rises.

The gods don't like people to kneel, so they bowed and saluted.

"Send off the gods."