However, when the view ahead became clear, her heart seemed to stop beating. She stood there in a daze, as if she had lost her soul. She remained silent for a long time, and did not move at all.
The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, the muffled thunder stopped, the wind died down, but the rain was still falling. A white figure and a red figure, along with Guan Xilin, Leng Shuang, Leng Hua and others, came from the sky. When they saw Feng Jiu standing below, they looked at each other and hurried towards her.
"Xiaojiu!"
"Ajiu!"
"master!"
Jun Jueshang, dressed in white, hugged Wanyan Qianhua. The two looked at each other with solemn expressions on their faces. Their gazes couldn't help but look towards the charred mass on the top of the mountain, with a vague feeling of uneasiness in their hearts.
"Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu, what happened? Where's Moze?" Guan Xilin came to her side quickly and saw that she didn't even use her spiritual power to protect her body, and let the rain hit her body. Her red dress was soaked, and the rain on her black hair was dripping down the ends of her hair. It was unclear whether it was rain or tears on her face...
He quickly used his robe to shield her from the wind and rain, but she didn't even look at him. She walked forward, one step, two steps, slowly to the top of the mountain, where there was a small pile of charcoal that was as black as charcoal, and knelt down with a plop.
Seeing this, the hearts of the people behind sank. Leng Shuang and Leng Hua said nothing, but when they saw their master kneeling down, they also knelt down silently.
Jun Jueshang signaled to Wanyan Qianhua beside him. Wanyan Qianhua paused for a moment, then walked forward and squatted down beside Fengjiu: "What happened? What happened to Mo Ze?"
Feng Jiu stared blankly at the pile of charcoal in front of her, moved her lips, and murmured, "He's gone, he's gone..."
Wanyan Qianhua looked back at Jun Jueshang, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.
"We sensed changes in the world he ruled, with mountains collapsing and the ground cracking, and thunders constantly roaring. We guessed something must have happened to him." Jun Jueshang walked to Wanyan Qianhua's side, looking at the pile of ash in front of him, his eyes flickering, "Did he experience a heavenly calamity?"
"Seventy-seven forty-nine thunderbolts, one per day, for a full forty-nine days. The thunderbolts became stronger day by day, and today was the forty-ninth one."
Feng Jiu murmured, "His body is covered with wounds, and there is not a single piece of intact skin. The thunder and lightning that struck him have already left him covered in wounds and exhausted."
"Before the thunderbolt fell today, right here, nine lightning bolts formed a pillar of heaven that surrounded him. I couldn't see him. As soon as the thunderbolt fell, he disappeared."
Her voice was hoarse and rough. As she spoke, she raised her head again, letting the rain wash over her face. She looked at the sky as if she was crying and laughing. Suddenly, she shouted loudly, "Mo Ze! Mo Ze! Come out! Come out!"
Tears mixed with rain flowed down her face. She seemed exhausted, and her voice gradually became weaker: "Mo Ze, where are you? Husband, come out, come out... We still have to find our children. Our children haven't been found yet. How can you bear to leave? How can you bear to leave me and the children behind? Mo Ze, come back, let's go home, okay..."