This time, there was no need to drive him away, Yan Zhi consciously left the realm of Nuwa.
If the one he loved didn't come back, then what's the point of him staying there.
Back at the Nine Heavenly Palace, when Yan Zhi passed by the edge of Yao Pond, the Spirit Divine Monarch walked out of the void, thinking that he sensed his breath and made a special trip to find him.
The Spirit Trailing Divine Monarch looked at him with a deep worry in his eyes:
"Azhi, you're back..."
"Hmm." Yan Zhi's eyes were full of red bloodshots, and his face was pale, but he still said respectfully, "Grandmother."
Seeing him like this, the Spirit Divine Monarch was heartbroken, and persuaded in a low voice: "Ah Zhi... There is no fate between you and him, don't think about him anymore."
"In the last life, he suffered so much in the Nine Heavens, in order to protect you from heavenly punishment, he was willing to be misunderstood by the gods, and he didn't defend himself when he was in prison, you owe him... I'll pay it back when I get a chance in the future, but don't think about him anymore. "
"He is now the king of the phoenix, his life is strong, you are no longer each other's destined people on the Sishen spectrum, if you insist on being with him, it is inevitable that you will violate the way of heaven and be restrained to the decay of luck..."
The Spirit Divine Monarch couldn't help but be worried, he never imagined that the little monster in the previous life was actually the reincarnation of the Phoenix Ming King. Unexpectedly, from beginning to end, that little monster never slaughtered the gods, and even protected Yan Zhi until he died.
is so affectionate and unrepentant, it is Yan Zhi moved his heart, and it is reasonable, but now that the Phoenix Ming King has gone through the tribulation, everything in the past has finally become the past, and even Yan Zhi is only a link in the calamity of the Phoenix Ming King, if Yan Zhi has been trapped in cause and effect, I am afraid that he will never be happy.
The Spirit Divine Monarch originally wanted to persuade Yan Zhi to give up the imitation, but who knew that Yan Zhi raised his head, his jewel-like green pupils lit up little by little, and he wet his eyes and said, "Yes... Now that we are no longer destined for each other, if we are together, we may disobey the way of heaven, and he would rather die in his last life to protect me from heaven's punishment, how can he put me in such a dangerous situation in this life? ......"
"He must have deliberately pretended to be strange to me because he was afraid that I would be hurt, he was my Ah Yan... He's my Ahma..."
Before the Spirit Trailing Divine Monarch could finish speaking, Yan Zhi turned around ecstatically, and a white light flashed in mid-air and disappeared in place.
The Spirit Divine Monarch frowned, waved his sleeves, and disappeared in place, and in an instant, he appeared in the sea of clouds and intercepted Yan Zhi, who had turned into the original form of the Xuanlong and was about to fly to the realm of Nuwa.
"In a wrong marriage, the punishment of heaven will not come to only one person, in the previous life, in order to protect you, he carried all the suffering alone, in this life, do you still want to cause him to suffer the punishment of heaven with you? The Spirit Divine Monarch had a cold face, and said with a slap on his face.
It was as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water from his head at once, Yan Zhi was cold all over, he turned into a human form, his eyes were wet and red, and said: "But... Although we are not destined for each other, the place on my side is still blank, and there are no other names of gods, so it is not okay..."
Trolling Spirit Divine Monarch: "The Si Shen Genealogy is written by the Heavenly Dao, and now the position on your side is blank, that is, the real marriage has not yet come, and now you are blindly entangled with the Phoenix Ming King, if he doesn't accept you, it's okay, if he accepts you, what are you going to do then?" "
"Do you cut him in two and hurt him completely, or do you want to be with him even if you go against the way of heaven, and the two of you will be struck to ashes by the Nine Heavens Tribulation Thunderbolt together?"
"He is not easy to succeed in the tribulation, and now that he is an ancient god, all the suffering is a thing of the past, do you want to drag him from the god seat to hell with your own hands?"
"Azhi, is this the love in your mouth? If it were, it would be too selfish."
The words were pierced into Yan Zhi's heart like a sword, tears flowed from his eyes, slid down his cheeks, and he shook his head and said, "No... That's not true...... I didn't..."
He is the most hopeful person in the world, how can he bear to drag him into hell.
Soul Divine Monarch: "Then let him go..."
"Let him go... Let yourself go, too."
Yan Zhi was silent, he was already in tears, he remembered the scenes when he was with Ji Yan in the past, remembered the appearance of Ji Yan burying his head in the shrimp for him, remembered that Ji Yan stood beside him, lowered his head to study ink for him, remembered that Ji Yan smiled and said, I want to be his concubine, I remembered that I was on the bed, my face was pale and wanted to come up and kiss him, but he avoided it with a cold face, and when he avoided it, I Yan looked lost.
All of this, inadvertently, had been deeply ingrained in his heart for a long time, and now to let go of his hand, it was as if he was going to dig out an arrow that had long grown in flesh and blood, making him feel that even breathing would hurt.
Reluctant.
Reluctant.
Reluctant.
Every inch of his pores was screaming, he felt he couldn't do it, but he knew he had to.
Sometimes, love does not necessarily have to be possessed, and sometimes letting go is not necessarily a good choice.
"Okay," Yan Zhi replied.
He can let it go.
But he couldn't let himself go.
Seeing that Yan Zhi agreed, the Spirit Divine Monarch breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to cover Yan Zhi's shoulder, and said softly, "Go back."
After returning to the Nine Heavens, Yan Zhi locked himself in the Cheap Demon Residence and refused to see anyone.
Since 190,000 years ago, when Yan Zhi wandered between the Six Realms to find the Imitation, all the affairs of the Nine Heavens were handed over to Yan Jing to deal with.
He was once taught by his master and determined to cherish the world, but the gods in the world are favored by the gods, and only his Ah Yan has no one to hurt or love, so even if he is desperate, he has to find him, and wants to make up for all the good that has never been given to him.
But Yan Zhi never imagined that when he finally found the copy, the other party didn't need it anymore.
And he has long lost that qualification.
What happened in the Cheap Demon Abode was actually not good, but only here could he feel the residual breath of Gri, and in a trance he could see Gran standing next to the screen, smiling at himself.
None of the furnishings in the Cheap Demon Center have been touched, and they still maintain the same appearance as when they left, and even the cloak that they once wore was still on the bed, and for 180,000 years, Yan Zhi would personally clean the dilapidated temple in the interval between looking for the return of the Imitation, and no one was allowed to enter except himself.
In fact, the Cheap Demon Residence has long been called the Cheap Demon Residence, and Yan Zhi personally smashed the plaque and named this temple "Homecoming".
He knew that he wouldn't want to continue living here when he came back, but he wanted him to come back to him, and he swore that he would give him a real home.
The name of the temple was the hope of his heart.
After that day, Yan Zhi never went to Nuwa's realm again, but would send someone to send a birthday gift every year on the birthday of the company.
If it was the same in the past, Yan Zhi would have been happy no matter what he gave him, but now he has been giving, Yan Zhi doesn't know what he needs and likes.
The ancient gods, indifferent to the world, should not care about anything...
Sometimes Yan Zhi would give him rare magic weapons that he had obtained in the Nine Heavens, such as the Nine Phoenix Spirit Harp, which had strong attack power and could also play the most beautiful music in the world; Sometimes Yan Zhi would give him a phoenix spirit stone carved by himself; Sometimes he sends his own clay sculptures, which are snuggled together with himself and imitations...
But no matter what he gives, without exception, those gifts will eventually be thrown out.
It's like the former Imitation Ran, who unabashedly revealed his heart to him, but he regarded it as a laughing stock, thrown on the ground and trampled to pieces.
Later, Yan Zhi stopped sending it, but on the birthday of the year of the year, he went to the realm of Nuwa, and quietly stayed in the mountains and forests not far from the realm of Nuwa for a while, as if in this way, he could get closer to that person.
For the gods, the most is time, and mortals say that time can dilute everything, but after many, many years, Yan Zhi still has not come out of the memories of the past.
One afternoon, Yan Zhi remembered for a long time that when he had just returned from the world, they sat in the octagonal crane pavilion by the Yao Pond and talked freely, at that time, everything had not happened, and he was full of expectations for the future, and he was also sincerely happy for the merit that was about to be completed, recalling the elated appearance when he talked about the interesting things in the world, and the corners of Yan Zhi's lips unconsciously smiled.
That day, he asked Ji Yan to accompany him to the world to visit the begging festival, and he couldn't help but be happy after being stunned, it was obvious that he was already pleased with him... It's just that he never noticed it.
Why hadn't he discovered the intention of the Grim Mind earlier... Why didn't you respond to him earlier, saying that you liked him...
Thinking of this, Yan Zhi's eyes couldn't help but become hot and humid, he had not gone out in the hall for nearly 10,000 years, and it was rare to want to go out for a stroll today, when he pushed the door open, the dazzling golden crow made him can't help but raise his sleeves to block his eyes, and it took a long time to get used to it, and he walked slowly in the direction of Yaochi.
Due to the remoteness of the place where the homing was located, there was no one along the way, and when Yan Zhi walked to the area close to Yaochi, he saw several green shirt fairy moths holding fairy fruits coming towards him.
When approaching, the fairy moths bent slightly to Yan to salute, Yan Zhi did not look at them, just nodded, and said "no courtesy", the rough voice made the fairy moths taken aback, raised their heads to look at Yan Zhi, and immediately gasped in fright, exclaiming.
"The Emperor... Your hair... How..."
Yan Zhi turned his head to look at them blankly: "What's wrong..."
The leading fairy moth paused, looked at Yan Zhi worriedly, and said, "Your sideburns... It's a lot whiter..."
The lifespan of a god is the same as that of heaven and earth, and it stands to reason that now Yan Zhi is only 400,000 years old, and he is a young man, so it is impossible for him to turn white so early, that is, his master Wenchang Xingjun is now more than two million years old, and he looks no different from the young man of twenty-five or six in the mortal world.
Yan Zhi was stunned when he heard this, slowly raised his hand, and touched his sideburns.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he looked in the mirror, so he just used a headband to hastily tie his long hair in half, and went out.
The fairy moth handed the fruit plate in his hand to an immortal moth behind him who didn't hold anything in his hand, and conjured up a bronze mirror with his palm facing up, aiming at Yan Zhi's face and said, "Look..."
Yan Zhi looked at the face of the person in the mirror who looked a little pale and emaciated because he hadn't seen the light of day for a long time, the sideburns on both sides were indeed gray, and the rest of the green silk was also sporadically mixed with white hair, after a long time, he bent his lips and smiled: "It's indeed a lot whiter..."
It doesn't matter anymore.
Anyway, he doesn't need him anymore.
It doesn't matter how ugly it gets.
Immortal Moth: "Emperor..."
Yan Zhi smiled and returned the bronze mirror to the fairy moth, and continued to walk towards the octagonal crane pavilion by the Yao Pond, the koi fish in the Yao Pond were swimming happily, Yan Zhi sat down in the octagonal crane pavilion, the afternoon wind blew the transparent gauze tent on the crane pavilion slightly, and the golden black sprinkled on Yan Zhi's body.
The man's words and laughter seemed to be close to his ears, Yan Zhi looked at the empty position opposite, for a long time, and said with a smile: "Okay..."
He heard the person on the other side saying, "Brother Azhi, today is the begging festival in the world, shall we go down to the earth together to have the begging festival?" ......"