The sun is gone.
Rong Yu thought Yan Zhao was playing a joke on him, so he searched the palace thoroughly, but still couldn't find any trace of him.
The sun didn't come out today, nor was it in the sky.
Rong Yu returned to the bedroom with dishevelled hair and sat on the messy bed, frowning slightly, looking a little tired: "Sun, come out, stop making trouble."
Yan Zhao stood in front of him, wanting to say that he was right here, neither making a fuss nor leaving.
Can be tolerated and invisible.
Rong Yu sat in the quiet room for a while, walked to the dressing mirror, and picked up the red hairband that Yan Zhao gave him.
"It's just that I said he was poor and could only afford a bracelet, so he went out to look for rare treasures for me, right?" Rong Yu sat down and tied the hairband around the ends of his hair. "I don't really dislike this idiot."
The hairband was not tied tightly at the first try, so Rong Yu untied it and started over, complaining in a low voice: "When you are not here, I can't even tie a hairband properly, and I am not used to asking others to help me. Sun, sun, please come back soon. You are not giving me a surprise, but a shock."
Yan Zhao walked behind him and instinctively wanted to reach out to tie Rong Yu's hairband, but his fingers went straight through Rong Yu's black hair and he couldn't even lift the hairband.
Although he was in this world, he could not participate in it. He could hear and see, but could not touch. All the spirits in this world could no longer feel his existence, and even forgot his past experiences in the world.
Everything has nothing to do with him.
I can't commit suicide, nor can I cast spells. I can only be a bystander forever.
Yan Zhao was not unfamiliar with this situation. In the small world, Rong Yu suddenly disappeared several times, which made him look for her frantically. He asked everywhere if anyone had seen Rong Yu, but no one remembered. After returning to the Ten Thousand Gods Realm, Yan Zhao understood that he should have teleported away with Rong Yu. The reason why he desperately searched for her in the small world was because Rong Yu did not leave after completing the mission, and existed beside him in an invisible form for a while.
That short period of time was filled with deep despair.
How could he be willing to let Rongyu endure such pain again? The devil's lifespan was more than a thousand years longer than that of a mortal, and the pain Rongyu endured was more than a thousand times greater than his.
But in the current situation, he had no choice but to do it unwillingly.
When he was the Lord of All Gods, he made a contract with the laws of God. Those who violated the contract would be punished by God, and the punishment was the most painful and painful thing in the world. The most painful thing for everyone was different. The punishment was not determined by the law, but varied from person to person. Once the contract was violated, it would automatically take effect.
The law gave him a chance to stop losses in time, but Yan Zhao refused.
The law is just a law, it does not interfere in anything. Whether it is Li Jin framing others or Rong Yu defecting, the law does not care, that is the responsibility of the Spacetime Administration and the gods. The law will only punish the main god who has made a contract with it and then violated it, Rong Yu is just implicated by him.
Yan Zhao thought that he would be able to bear it for Rong Yu no matter how much pain he suffered. He never thought that the most painful thing for him was to see Rong Yu suffer.
Yan Zhao has always known how serious the consequences of going against the will of heaven are, and he has never regretted falling in love with Rong Yu, even if he has gone through countless hardships for this. But if Rong Yu has to suffer the consequences together, how can he persist
God has seen through his greatest weakness.
Did he regret becoming the Lord of All Gods? Not really. If it weren't for this identity, how could he and Rong Yu meet
Everything is a necessary path.
But this road... is too difficult and too painful. Not favored by the heavens, not favored by everyone, and even in the end, seeing the lover in agony, even I can't help but waver in my heart.
To make a bad fate better than a good fate, the price to be paid is blood.
Rongyu waited for seven days and seven nights, but Yan Zhao never came back.
On the eighth day, he could no longer sit still and ordered all the servants in the palace to go out and look for her, but he got an unexpected answer.
The servants looked at each other in confusion: "King, who is the Sun God? There has never been such a person in the palace before?"
Rong Yu was startled, frowned and said: "You don't remember the sun hanging in the sky before?"
The servants shook their heads repeatedly: "Where is the sun in the sky? I don't even know what the sun is."
"Yeah, I haven't heard of it."
Under the correction of the law, all gods and people in this world will forget the existence of the sun. He should not have appeared in this world.
Only tolerance and memory.
"How is it possible? Is it a dream..." Rong Yu murmured, "But I clearly remember... I remember the sun. It has the same temperature as mine. I rest my head on it and it doesn't feel wrong..."
The servants looked at the dazed Demon King and dared not speak, thinking that the Demon King might be Dugu Qiubai and was hallucinating. Where in the world can the temperature be comparable to the Red Lotus Karma Fire
"I don't believe he doesn't exist." Rong Yuhongyi turned into a stream of fire and rushed out of the palace. "I want to go find him myself."
As you can imagine, nothing was gained.
Rong Yu searched everywhere but couldn't find him. Little did he know that Yan Zhao was always by his side. He could hear Rong Yu's calls but couldn't give a response. Rong Yu couldn't hear any of his responses.
A month later, the wedding date had passed and Rong Yu returned to the palace with nothing.
The servant carefully presented a red lotus palace lantern that glowed with golden light: "King, the palace lantern you asked us to prepare is ready. The palace is also decorated festively as you requested. Um... who are you going to entertain?"
The arrangement was just like a grand wedding, but how could His Majesty the Demon King marry anyone
Rongyu looked at the palace lantern for a long time, then calmly raised his hand and burned it.
The servant was so frightened that he quickly knelt down and said, "No, if it doesn't meet your wishes, we will redo it right away!"
"No need. All the decorations in the palace have been removed." Rong Yu walked out of the palace expressionlessly. "He won't come up."
Yan Zhao followed him and tried to grab his sleeve, but as expected, he passed through.
He stopped and looked at Rong Yu's thin back, his golden eyes full of sadness: "Little Lotus, I'm always here."
He was watching him the whole time.
He could only keep looking at him.
He looked at him.
He watched Rong Yu tear off a rainbow to make a bed and a white cloud to make a couch. Rong Yu hugged the white cotton cloud as a soft pillow and crumpled it into a ball as if to vent his anger: "Liar, you said it's almost the same, but it's obviously very different."
"You can think of me as something similar to rainbows and clouds." This is what Yan Zhao said to Rong Yu.
Just because of this sentence, Rong Yu picked up the rainbow and the clouds. Later, even when he was chased by him, he did not forget to take a comfortable bed with him.
Little Lotus used to fall asleep peacefully on his body, but later she was disturbed by him and could not get a good night's sleep.
How could he do this to him, Yan Zhao thought bitterly.
He watched Rong Yu often go to the beach, looking at the sea level in the east, waiting for a sunrise that would never rise.
The Dragon King of the East Sea was almost scared out of his wits, thinking that the demon king had been quiet for a thousand years and was going to rob again. However, Rong Yu ignored everyone, did not rob anything, did not burn anything, just stood quietly by the sea for several days and nights, and finally left quietly.
Yan Zhao stood beside him and watched the sea with him.
"Will the sun not rise in the west?" Rong Yu said to himself, "How about going to the West Sea to try next time?"
Yan Zhao wanted to laugh but couldn't.
He watched Rong Yu go to the underworld to slay the evil dragon with a knife and snatch the Book of Life and Death, and point the sword at the Emperor of Heaven to take the Book of Life and Death, just to find his afterlife.
Half of his body was covered in blood, his bones were broken, and his tendons were severed, but he still fought with all his might.
Yan Zhao wanted to take him away and make him stop, but he couldn't cast any spells, and could do nothing but watch Rong Yu get hurt.
The Book of Life and Death and the Book of Fate were finally snatched by Rong Yu, but there was no record of Yan Zhao's next life on them.
Rong Yu lowered his eyes and sneered: "So you are not dead... you just don't come to see me, you just... go back without saying a word, right?"
I'm sorry, Little Lotus.
Yan Zhao half-knelt in front of him, looking over his wounds with distressed and panicked eyes, but he couldn't even help heal him.
The pain in his body had always tortured him, but at this moment it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.
He hated himself for being so weak. Even if he was the Lord God, he was still so insignificant in front of the Heavenly Dao.
He watched Rong Yu carve their names on the three-stone and draw a lifelike portrait of him.
When he was still the Ghost King, Rong Yu had carved his tablet with great concentration, stroke by stroke. When he became Chu Zhuo, Rong Yu's portraits became particularly good.
It turns out that this is how I learned it.
Rong Yu posted his portrait and went looking for him, but everyone said they had never heard of him or seen him. Later, probably because he gave up the idea, he only drew it for himself, thinking of him. In addition to those paintings, Rong Yu often stared at the blood jade bracelet on his wrist in a daze, or looked at them woven into black hair in a trance.
After Yan Zhao was excluded from the world, the spirit of his natal divine weapon returned to him. The one on Rong Yu's wrist was just an ordinary shell.
When Rongyu was staring at those things in a trance, Yan Zhao also sat beside her, looking at Rongyu quietly.
After a few moments, Rong Yu described his features, and suddenly he crumpled the painting into a ball in annoyance. He nailed the remaining painting to the wall, threw a dart, and tore the entire painting in the middle.
Rong Yu said with hatred: "I don't love you anymore, damn sun, I hate you so much."
Yan Zhao heard this and thought, I hate myself too.
After a few more changes, Rong Yu got tired of dart-throwing and burned all his paintings. He never painted again.
The blood jade bracelet that was regarded as a token of love was also smashed into pieces and thrown into the sea of fire.
In the firelight, his eyes and brows were as calm as dead water.
"I don't hate you anymore."
At that moment, I felt as if my heart had died and I was completely hopeless.
But the black hair they had when they got married was not destroyed by Rongyu. Rongyu still remembered the saying that black hair is the thread of love and was reluctant to cut off the last thread of love.
When was Rong Yu's most desperate moment
Yan Zhao recalled the first time he met Rong Yu and when a sword stabbed at his heart, the tip of the sword cut off a strand of Rong Yu's black hair.
Rongyu completely ignored the pain in his heart and looked at the broken hair for a long time.
Yan Zhao's heart suddenly felt a sharp pain, which intensified with the backlash.
He covered his lips, his palms stained with divine blood.
He was also so desperate at this moment.
He watched Rong Yu drink heavily and dream. One drop of this wine could make one drunk for a hundred thousand years, so if an ordinary person took a sip, it would mean death.
Rong Yu drank without caring about his life, making himself drunk for thousands of years, and numbing himself through long sleep.
Yan Zhao sat at the head of the bed, looking at Rong Yu's sleeping face, and fell asleep with him.
After hundreds of changes, Rongyu finally forgot his appearance and name.
It seemed that he had loved a god a long, long time ago.
It's Yan... Yan what? I forgot.
I have forgotten what I look like.
Probably not important anymore.
One day, when he was half drunk, Rong Yu picked an apple from the yard, took a bite of it with the skin on, and then spit it out in disgust, saying subconsciously: "Sun, help me peel the skin."
Ever since Yan Zhao left without saying goodbye, Rong Yu never ate an apple again.
When he brought it up again after getting drunk, the first thing he mentioned was still him.
Chi Jin Yao Ri had no tears, but he had been extremely sad over the years.
"Xiao Lianhua, I'm sorry." These are the six words he says most often.
There is another one that is more commonly said.
"Little Lotus, I love you."
Her long eyelashes trembled, and at that moment she suddenly sobered up.
Nine hundred and seventy-two changes later, Rong Yu met the princess of the Celestial Clan.
This quirky, innocent little princess was originally arranged by God to be the devil's wife. They were a perfect match made in heaven.
She knew from the heavenly book since she was young that the Demon King was her future husband. Therefore, she was not afraid of the Demon King who was feared by the world.
Just as the heavenly book said, as soon as she saw the handsome and romantic devil king, she fell in love with him and boldly confessed her love to him.
Yan Zhao was disgusted by this so-called destined marriage, and his blood boiled when he heard her confession.
He said "I love you" countless times over the years, but Rong Yu didn't hear a single word.
Yan Zhao has become numb.
Rong Yu looked at the princess of the Celestial Clan and said jokingly, "You are not as good-looking as me, so there is no need to offer yourself to me, right?"
The princess of the Celestial Clan burst into tears on the spot.
The devil is now several hundred levels more vicious than before.
But he was a perverse and arrogant person, so he did not wantonly kill with fire and burn any area. Even if he turned from love to hate, he never had the intention to destroy the world.
Just because every corner of this world has left behind memories shared by him and the sun.
Yan Zhao knew all that happened later. When he saw it with his own eyes, he still felt so angry that he vomited blood, and was filled with a thousand regrets.
Rong Yu has no feelings for the princess of the Celestial Clan. One hundred and eight divine messengers take turns to fight, determined to win the heart of the Demon King.
But the devil's heart is with the sun.
Naturally, all the 108 gods' messengers returned in defeat, and some were even killed directly after Rong Yu discovered their identities as coming from another world.
The last divine messenger was Xue Lanzhou, whom Yan Zhao had met before in the Space-Time Administration Bureau.
Xue Lanzhou tried to conquer the Demon King with his alluring dance, but Rong Yu saw through his plan at first sight and casually left him with an intact body.
Yan Zhao didn't even look at Xue Lanzhou's body being dragged out, his mind was only focused on Rongyu lying lazily on the beauty couch.
"The one hundred and eight." Rong Yu smiled with a cold look in his eyes, "I am too lazy to play with you guys anymore."
He went directly to the heaven, took the celestial princess hostage, and interrogated the Emperor of Heaven.
He is now truly powerful and invincible. He is no longer the Rong Yu who broke into the Heavenly Palace and stole the Life Book countless years ago and was covered with scars.
Even all the gods in this world combined are no match for him.
Rong Yu went straight to the point: "There is not only one world in the world, but a thousand worlds."
"There is an organization in the universe that carries out a unified mission."
"I am their target. They are all obsessed with getting me to be with your daughter or getting my heart."
"The reason why you chose me as the target of your mission is because my existence is indispensable to this world, which is why you didn't attack me in the early years."
"Isn't that right, Emperor?"
Emperor: “…”
You've said it all, what else do you want me to say
"What else do I not know? Please tell me more, and I will consider whether your daughter can survive."
The Emperor of Heaven said hurriedly: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed. It's not that I don't want to tell it, but I can't tell it!"
Rong Yu said calmly: "It's okay, I will help you block the world's laws, you can speak."
The Emperor of Heaven was shaken.
Blocking the laws of the world, this is a strength that only the Lord God Realm can have! Rong Yu actually... is so powerful.
He is worthy of being the only lucky boy in the 6666 world.
After the Emperor of Heaven confessed, Rong Yu learned that he was the so-called son of destiny and had to live his life according to the destiny written by the law. The group of people who came to capture him were called God's Messengers, from the Time and Space Administration, and their boss was the Lord God.
The soul lamp that carries his fate has been guarded by the gods in heaven. The candle flame and candle body represent his death and life span respectively. If he deviates from the predetermined fate, the soul lamp will be less likely to go out. As long as the soul lamp is not extinguished, the world can always be stable.
"Give me the soul lamp." Rong Yu said lightly.
He took the soul lamp and left this world. From then on, he was no longer controlled by fate.
The Emperor of Heaven tried his best to protect it: "No! If you take the soul lamp away, this world will collapse!"
Rong Yu smiled slightly: "What does that have to do with me?"
The gods were naturally no match for the devil's magic power, and the soul lamp was easily taken by Rong Yu. He held the soul lamp in one hand and broke the barrier of the world with the other, literally tearing open a crack in time and space.
"No—" The guardian of the 6666 world let out a desperate cry.
"No!" Yan Zhao also uttered an urgent objection at the same time, his golden eyes filled with shock and sadness.
He finally saw the hidden side of the law. The blocked 6666 world picture contained the reason why Rong Yu's soul lamp went out.
"Since pretending to be the world's luck, why not return it to you?" Rong Yu curled the corners of his lips slightly, broke the eternal candle from the root, used the candlelight at the top to continue the last flame, and then threw the broken candle to the whole world.
The powerful good fortune permeates the heaven and earth, nourishing all things.
Yan Zhao stared at this scene in a daze, and suddenly felt a chill on his face.
It seems like... tears.
He knew that he loved everything in this world, so he never destroyed a single blade of grass or a single tree.
Rong Yu gave up his immortality, returned his fate, left behind a life as short as fireworks and plunged into the world to find the otherworldly god he once loved.
He extinguished his own soul lamp with his own hands.