is that so……

Xiaying thought for a while.

It seems...it makes sense too.

A clear and firm heart of rebellion, the power contained in it will be far greater than the malice, hatred, and sorrow that lingers together...

So, is that true...

"Then what went wrong..." Xia Ying whispered, "Why did you still... break free from me?"

"You are right in your understanding of Fenglin Volcano Mountain Yin Lei. The fault is not on you, but on Fuxi."

“…Fuxi?”

"The spiritual energy in the middle earth is thin, and monsters are not in a state of climate. To make up for the 'yin' among the six spirits, it is the best choice to summon monsters from outside the domain." Feng Yan said slowly, "If it were in the past, the spiritual consciousness of Guzhe would probably only be destroyed, but now... it is different."

“Where is different?”

"From the seventeenth year of Jingming, things have been different." Feng Yan said, "Your Majesty changed the old teachings of men who were ordered to court and women who were ordered to throne as a woman. Such a deviant act of rebellion and disobeying order of ranks is in line with Gushe's thoughts.

"In the past fifty years, every time there is an extra person on the ground who cannot bear the barriers of father and son, the power of Guzhe is stronger..."

Feng Yan looked at Xia Ying, "Gushe is no longer the same as before. In the early years, she could build a bridge with the fragrance of the mountain shark to make a relationship with my grandmother god and conspire to destroy Changling. Now Fuxi summoned monsters from outside the domain to Middle Earth to sacrifice. Even if he had forced the weak water to disperse it with his own blood, it was still not enough to smash Gushe's spiritual sense.

"He probably never thought that it was from the breath of these monsters that Guzhe had fully confirmed the location of the twelve domains for the first time. During the period of silence, Guzhe might seem like he was dying, but in fact she was looking for her body in her cage..."

Thinking of the twelve black rivers in the sky, Xiaying finally understood why the prayer for Jiaguheng to return to the Ribian Realm failed.

If the spiritual sense of Guzhe had found his imprisoned body, I am afraid that the twelve domains will no longer exist now... Where can Jiaguheng go back?

"Blood Rain..." Xia Ying whispered, "Is there any rescue for the monster soaked in the blood rain?"

"If you have not yet transformed into a human form and still retain the character of a monster, then there should be no problem." Feng Yan said softly, "But these monsters were basically included in the blood sacrifice by Fuxi on the eve of New Year's Eve, and there are still alive... there shouldn't be a few left."

Xia Ying's eyebrows slightly frowned.

Yes... Fuxi once appointed the three hundred monsters underground in the Ping Yao Office to release them together when the rain fell, but at that time he was only told that these monsters were not afraid of blood rain and could be driven directly into the rain.

"What if... it has become a transformation."

Feng Yan thought for a while and shook her head, "I don't know. But I think that it is Fuxi's blood after all. Since people touch it, they will die. Perhaps the more they look like humans, the more dangerous it is..."

Feng Yan was silent for a while, "Who are you worried about, Jia Guheng?"

Xiaying did not answer. He looked at the golden wind in the distance, as if he was trapped in some kind of memory.

After a long time, he whispered, "The flowers I gave you... do you have any favorites?"

Feng Yan didn't expect that he would suddenly mention this, a bit surprised, "The flowers are all beautiful... but there seems to be no varieties that can be cultivated in Middle-earth."

"…Yes.” Xia Ying nodded happily, "It's all flowers that are only found in the extremely cold places north of the desert."

"Why give it to me?"

"You like flowers and plants..." Xia Ying whispered, "I just want to... let you take a look."

Feng Yan smiled, "Thank you, I thought they were the same as the seeds of banyan trees, and they had any other uses."

"No more..." Xiaying replied in a low voice.

Suddenly, Feng Yan felt the restraint mark on her arm become hot - Xia Ying was lying.

She looked at him with some surprise.

Xia Ying's eyes were still looking at the vast open space in front of him, "Maybe I shouldn't have come back this time... After taking your blood in the dusk realm, Fuxi would probably be more willing to do the next thing about monsters by himself... Whether I'm present or not is not important to him."

Feng Yan was slightly stunned. He remembered the time he was taken to the Dusk Realm, and there was indeed something like taking blood.

"What did the blood taken that time do it later?"

"I want to try to use it to talk to the remaining heroes in Changling..."

This answer surprised Feng Yan again - in the past, she met Feng Dai because she accidentally cut her palm by the Shangshang. She never thought that Xiaying had already had such speculation and attempts at that time.

"How is the result...?"

"No reaction...but nothing, it was nothing. This was as expected." Xia Ying whispered, "In fact, the living sacrifice in the Heavenly Dao Formation except 'yin' was basically completed after the sacrifice of the Dragon Tongue... People have their own limits. As a messenger, it is probably mine to be able to achieve this step."

Feng Yan listened quietly, thinking about the sigh that he had just sighed that he shouldn't have come back, and said, "You think you shouldn't have come back... but he came back in the end."

"Yes," Xia Ying sighed lightly, "I want to see you..."

For a moment, Feng Yan felt a little helpless, as if a gust of wind passed by her heart lightly.

She looked at Xia Ying and tried to figure out what the sentence meant from his expression.

Xia Ying was still looking at the sky with a faint expression as before.

"Anyway, I want to see you again... but I don't know how to see you."

Thinking of the past, Xiaying suddenly felt that her past life was like a magnificent dream that was constantly changing.

In the sixth year of Tianfu, he inherited the will of heaven and became a messenger. In the thirteenth year, he went to Chang'an to join the imperial physician Cheng Yuan to prepare for the last live sacrifice.

It was also that year that he knew for the first time that there was another messenger in Chang'an City. However, the prophecy given by Fuxi was too obscure, which made him neither know that there was another way of heaven in the world nor the origin of Feng Yan. He just vaguely knew that although the man was a messenger, he did not bear any mission.

Although he had known that Feng Yan was as easy to be hurt by the crowd as he was, this incident did not resonate with him much - a canary who had been locked in a cage and just waited for others to rescue him, really made him feel indifferent.

Therefore, even though he had a few chances to meet her at that time, he still refused to avoid any trouble.

Everything afterwards revolved around the agave and went very smoothly.

At that time, he didn't care whether Longtie could kill Feng Yan as he wished... It's highly likely that he couldn't. After all, no monster would have a chance of winning when he met a messenger.

What he cared about was the sacrifice led by the dragon tongue. With this flower demon who was willing to sacrifice himself, the effect of this mountain sacrifice was twice the result with half the effort - Fenglin Volcano Thunder, and the sacrifices of the five spiritual creatures were finally able to come to a perfect end.

Yes, after completing this sacrifice, he was able to completely hide behind the scenes and assist the Heavenly Dao Fuxi in a cooperative manner to compete in the last corner of the formation.

Then, in that match of victory and defeat without any suspense, he met Feng Yan.
Chapter completed!