In March, the warm green wind blows across the earth, and all things flourish and come to life. The ice in the river melts, and there are also some very slight cracking sounds, like a butterfly chrysalis just breaking out.
The unclear murmurs also fluttered from the treetops along with the lingering spring breeze.
There are many people going out for outings and visiting parks recently, but few would walk into such a remote and quiet forest. An extremely gentle rustling sound was heard, and two shadows, one black and one white, stepped out from the winding goat path.
"Fuguang, Qingqing," the man in black chased after him, begging for mercy, "I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have..."
Liu Fuguang was too lazy to pay attention to him. After a while, he sneered and said, "If you know you are wrong but don't correct it, isn't that just making things worse?"
Seeing that he was finally willing to speak, Yan Huan felt relieved. He couldn't help but mutter with lingering fear: "Who knew it was hollow? It's so fragile..."
Liu Fuguang raised his eyebrows, frightening him so much that he dared not speak anymore.
Getting rid of the inner demons and severing a great scourge for all living beings, but it is far from time to rest. Over the past six thousand years, the world has been plagued by many evils, the symptoms of a turbid heart and a crippled heaven, the scourge of corpses, and the remaining four anchor points... all of them are the mess left by Yan Huan, and they need to be repaired.
Time cannot be reversed, the damage has been done, but Liu Fuguang adheres to the belief that it is never too late to mend the fence after the sheep have been lost. Three thousand worlds are born and die, and immortal cultivators are not afraid of time. Sooner or later, one day, they will be able to restore the world sea to its original state.
Liu Fuguang let out a breath and looked up at the sky helplessly.
However, after being re-enthroned, Yan Huan no longer managed sins and evils, but his nature was still a mess. If Liu Fuguang said it was good, he was good; if Liu Fuguang said it was bad, he was bad. He did whatever he wanted, and his actions were very much like those of an ancient god.
They had just come out of the eighth anchor point. The beings in that world were fanatically pursuing worldly wealth, and the stars also gave birth to self-awareness, greedy and instinctively hoarding everything they thought was valuable. When they arrived, they happened to encounter the world's spiritual wisdom plotting a plan to annex the core of other worlds, and after seeing Liu Fuguang, they tried their best to force him to be one of their collections.
Yan Huan was naturally furious, and he didn't want to tolerate the other party at all. He rushed over and blew up the spiritual intelligence directly. Unexpectedly, it had hidden things in its body. With one blow, it was like breaking a piggy bank that was about to burst. A huge amount of golden sand gushed out, mixed with countless pearls, jades, treasures, rare spiritual objects, not only living people and animals, but even entire palaces, pavilions, mountains, rivers, forests and gardens, which was more exaggerated than a flood that destroyed the world.
It only took a few days to solve the anchor point, but it took several months to clean up the mess. Liu Fuguang was simply speechless.
"You know," he decided to confess after careful consideration, "I made a promise to Tiandao on the day of my canonization."
Yan Huan blinked nine times and asked hurriedly: "Promise? What promise?"
He was already nervous, because he hated the feeling of being at the mercy of fate and didn't want his lover to fall into its hands.
"I swore to it that I would keep a close eye on you and make sure you clean up all the troubles you've caused." Liu Fuguang sighed, "Otherwise, do you think it would let you go so easily? I'm afraid that if the inner demon didn't take action, you would be struck to death right there, regardless of whether you are the offspring of the Eleven Dragon Lords and the Human Emperor."