Wangyue is not dead, Ning'er is not dead, Xiao Lang is not dead...
All the people she cherished, he also cherished with all his life, except himself.
The story is very short and can be summarized in just a few times.
Of course, when this very short story came out of Wangyue's mouth, it still took her a whole year to come to her senses.
When he stood in the sea of star velvet flowers again, he saw a glazed empty tomb built by Mochizuki himself. Inside was only one of his black swords and his favorite black clothes.
"It's been a year. Are you trying your best to gather your soul, or have you already returned to chaos?" Luo Qingchen raised her eyes, raised a helpless smile at the corner of her mouth and said, "Will you come back?"
Snowflakes were flying and falling. She spread her hands, and the fine white snow fell on her palms, cooling her heart slightly.
She closed her eyes, and on this day when he left her for a year, she recalled the... old things from that year in her mind.
In fact, when she came out of the Soul-Eating Tower, the moment Ye Xuanji reached out and touched her, he knew that only one of them could live.
Such things as divine power have attributes of attribution. When the owner of divine power is completely asleep, it will belong to the person who possesses divine power.
However, if the owner of the divine power is awake, then the divine power will gather towards the complete divine power possessed by the owner.
Back then, when Ye Xuanji gave half of his divine power to Luo Qingchen, he himself fell into a long sleep.
Since the original owner of the divine power had fallen asleep, half of the divine power at that time naturally belonged to Luo Qingchen.
But... when Ye Xuanji's divine soul awakens, half of the divine power in Luo Qingchen's body will continue to move closer to its master.
That day, the sky was full of yellow sand. He looked at her covered in blood, and his eyes felt distressed.
But when he got close to her and wanted to hug her, he found that his palms were glowing dark red unconsciously, absorbing her divine power bit by bit without any precautions.
At that moment, he panicked. His hands suddenly retracted, and his movement to hug him stopped in mid-air.
She smiled and said, "I thought you were going to hug me."
I thought to myself: "I really want to hug you."
The story that followed was even shorter, yet so decisive in its simplicity.
After he took her back to the Wanmo Mirror, he made an excuse to go down to earth. In fact, he went to the Star Antler Flower Sea to find Wangyue.
At that time, Wangyue had just arranged for Ning'er and Xiao Lang to return to the Xingrong Flower Sea.
Although Di Fanyu was furious, Wang Yue was a god after all, and there was nothing he could do against him.
Seeing him in such a hurry, Mochizuki chuckled and said, "I rarely see you like this. What's wrong? Are you encountering a problem?"
Ye Xuanji told Wang Yue about the divine power, and Wang Yue frowned tightly and opened the holy book of heaven.
There are records about the divine power of gods, and one of them states that if the soul is pieced together with the divine power of others, and if the other person wakes up, the divine power will belong to the other person.
It will not be lost all at once, but it will be lost bit by bit. The person who lost had no other reaction except occasional palpitations.
And this feeling of heart palpitations will become more and more frequent until the divine power is completely taken back by the original owner...
She will die...
Whether she is a god or a human, she will die...
It was only because of that half of her divine power that her soul was able to be reunited. If she loses it, her soul will be lost again...
This is the fate that no one can escape in all records about divine power. (To be continued)