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Time flies, and twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past twenty years, Sang Huan first took Yang Shaoqin to train and stabilize his cultivation at the Golden Immortal stage before letting him go out to start taking on disciples and establishing his own sect.

It must be said that besides his terrifyingly strong talent, Yang Shaoqin's luck is also incredibly extraordinary.

In less than twenty years, the sect he established became famous in the human world, and countless humans who had been oppressed and slaughtered by the demon race or the immortal race flocked to it.

Even the king sent his princes to study under him, and among them were countless talented individuals. Although their aptitude was not as great as Yang Shaoqin's, who was already blessed with an extraordinary talent, they were still exceptional.

Even if it were placed in other cultivation novels, it would still be an existence that crushes everything.

Even lying in the pavilion built especially for herself, Sang Huan couldn't help but sigh from time to time.

As her little apprentice and his group of grandchildren grew into adults, Sang Huan calculated that her husband from her second life should also be of legal age by now.

Just as I was getting ready to pack up and head out to find someone, I was suddenly stunned by this message from the system.

After you crippled Feng Yuan last time, Feng Yuan went mad. She knew that only Fusang could heal her injuries, so she instigated the Heavenly Empress to kill Fusang's two other reincarnations in order to make Fusang return quickly. Now, the God of Fusang has returned.

Sang Huan: ......

"No way, are you crazy? You're only telling me this after twenty years? Why didn't you tell me back then?"

The system is about to cry.

The Heavenly Empress is, after all, half a master of the celestial realm. For her, concealing heavenly secrets and killing a mortal would be a simple matter. Moreover, a day in heaven is a year on earth—the time difference is enormous. And besides…

Fusang only told him to pay attention to whether his wife was alright, but didn't say that he would be targeted and killed by the madman.

Of course, the system didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence.

Sang Huan recalled the description of Fusang's strength in this world, and even her usually calm mind couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"So how do you know all this now?"

[The return of the God has caused unusual phenomena, which the Empress can no longer conceal, and... Fusang already knows everything and is currently following the Empress and the others towards your location!]

"you......"

Sang Huan wanted to curse, but sensing a powerful aura approaching nearby, she had no choice but to suppress her irritation.

He glanced up at the younger generation practicing their dance below, and finally had no choice but to use his spiritual power to instantly appear in a deep mountain thousands of miles away.

The moment she landed, an extremely terrifying spiritual force instantly enveloped her.

At the same time, a cold laugh rang out from behind and entered my ears.

"Witch, where are you running to?"

Sang Huan turned around and was met with three familiar faces. Who else could it be but the entire Heavenly Emperor's family?

Sang Huan raised an eyebrow. "Oh, the whole family came together. Did you think it would be too much trouble for me to do it separately?"

"Witch! How dare you spout such nonsense!"

Feng Yuan was the most emotional. She thought about how, after she became a mortal, the immortals in the celestial realm were respectful to her on the surface, but behind her back they might humiliate and look down on her.

A surge of jealousy rose within her like a raging sea, and her gaze towards Sang Huan was filled with a murderous hatred!

It's all that witch's fault! If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have ended up in that situation!

But it doesn't matter, the Fusang God has returned to his position, and he did not punish himself and his mother after his return.

Instead, they immediately inquired about the demoness and came with them to find her.

The Fusang God is the most rigid and serious of all. The fact that he would be in such a hurry to find this demoness must mean that he wants to kill her as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if those things in the mortal realm were to spread, how would the Fusang God-Emperor save face in the Three Realms!

The thought of the vixen about to be punished brought a sense of satisfaction to Feng Yuan's resentful eyes.

She couldn't wait to turn around and complain to the man.

"Your Majesty, this is the demoness who deceived you in the mortal realm!"

It was at this moment that the man who had been hidden behind others appeared in front of them.

The man had cascading black hair, held up only by a green hairpin. He had delicate eyebrows and eyes with narrow, upturned corners and a small red mole at the corner of his eye.

When his pale white eyelids lifted, a pair of indifferent golden pupils were revealed, his thin, pale pink lips were slightly pursed, and his jawline was exquisitely handsome.

Just standing there, he seemed like a deity from the heavens, making one's heart tremble.

This is the God of Fusang.

She's really good-looking; you can't take your eyes off her.

Sang Huan stared intently into the man's golden eyes for a moment, then calmly looked away and turned her gaze to Feng Yuan beside her.

Her beautiful, rosy lips curved slightly, and her sweet, soft voice carried a hint of fearlessness.

"You think I can't handle you guys just because you brought a pretty boy along?"

The moment those words were spoken, everyone present changed their expressions.

The Heavenly Emperor and Empress, who had remained silent until now, spoke up in unison, shouting, "Insolence! How dare you, a divine being—"

With a loud "bang," before the two could finish speaking, they were whipped away by vines that suddenly rose from the ground and slammed into a large tree next to them.

Feng Yuan screamed and rushed over.

"Father, Mother!"

Looking at the two people vomiting blood, she couldn't believe that Sang Huan dared to be so arrogant in front of the Fusang God. Anger immediately surfaced in her eyes.

"Witch! How dare you act so cruelly with the God himself here! God of Fusang, I beg you to avenge my parents!"

She glared fiercely at Sang Huan, then without hesitation shifted her gaze to the Fusang God beside her, hoping he would subdue Sang Huan.

The Fusang God stood still in place, his figure tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Even though it was the hot summer season, just one look at him sent chills down your spine.

Following Feng Yuan's words, Sang Huan turned her head and met the gaze of this so-called Fusang God.

Her expression remained unchanged, but a hint of wariness appeared in her clear, moist eyes.

"What, even the God of Fusang is aiding and abetting evil?"

Feng Yuan was afraid that Fusang God would be deceived by Sang Huan's words, so she hurriedly urged Fusang to take action, but before she could speak...

Fusang glanced at her with her long, narrow phoenix eyes, her gaze cold and indifferent, which made Feng Yuan's throat freeze, and she could no longer speak.

Feng Yuan stared wide-eyed in disbelief, but what surprised her even more was what happened next.

The usually aloof and arrogant Fusang God suddenly softened his expression the moment he met Sang Huan's gaze.

His usually harsh and cold voice became deep and gentle.

"Huanhuan, haven't you remembered yet?"

What did you remember?!

Sang Huan was stunned.

The next moment, a soft sigh was heard.

"That's enough."

Then Fusang raised her hand and waved it gently, and a burst of white light suddenly attacked Sang Huan.

A look of wariness appeared in Sang Huan's eyes, and she subconsciously tried to dodge, but the white light was too fast and entered her mind in an instant.

In that instant, countless fragments of memory rushed towards me like surging waves, and bizarre and fantastical scenes appeared one by one before my eyes.

Sang Huan swayed slightly, and Fu Sang instantly appeared beside her using her energy, gently embracing her to let her digest the sensation.

As memories gradually surfaced, Sang Huan absorbed and assimilated them, slowly coming to understand the truth of the matter...

It turns out that the tree she was clinging to wasn't a phoenix tree at all, but a hibiscus tree formed from the essence of the sun after the creation of the world. She wasn't some cannon fodder character who was struck by lightning and accidentally bound to a system.

Sang Huan was planted by the Taiyin Star Lord next to the Fusang Divine Tree. The Star Lord loved to read mortal stories. At that time, Sang Huan was a newborn and did not understand anything, so she subconsciously imitated the Star Lord's behavior to read those stories.

The stories in the vernacular novels were so colorful that she began to imitate the melancholy and sorrow of the heroines in them.

At that time, when heaven and earth were first created, Fusang often traveled to the three thousand worlds under the chaos with his other friends. As for his wife who was attached to him, he only thought that with the help of the star lord, nothing would happen to her.

But who knew that after returning from his travels with others, his wife had been turned into a delusional teenager by the Star Lord, always acting pitiful and melancholic, but actually not having developed any romantic feelings at all.

Having run out of ideas, Fusang had a good "reasoning" session with the Star Lord, and then grabbed the little sister next to him to act as the system.

After sealing Sang Huan's memories, he also erased his own memories and entered the Three Thousand Worlds to follow behind her.

To get his wife to stay with him, he even took the role of a "protagonist of destiny" from storybooks and arranged it for himself, hoping to make his wife throw herself into his arms.

However, it was precisely because of their actions that they missed the cataclysmic event that would destroy and seal away all the primordial gods...

The jumbled memories were sorted out one by one, the girl's long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pure black eyes, as if washed by water, slowly opened.

Then, she met the gentle, narrow phoenix eyes of the man before her.

"Fuso."

"I'm here, hiss..."

Sang Huan smiled sweetly, but her foot stomped on the other person's foot without any mercy, causing the other person's gentle expression to falter for a moment.

"If you dare to stay here without asking me again next time, I won't just step on your foot."

"My wife, I was wrong. It was Lu Ya and the others who made the decision back then... Alright, I won't listen to anyone else anymore."

Not far away, a family of three watching the two interact intimately were dumbfounded.

Especially Feng Yuan, who was just filled with anger, was now frozen in disbelief as she looked at everything before her.

The Heavenly Emperor's expression changed several times. Seeing the familiar way the two seemed to know each other, he had a bad feeling.

But he had no other choice but to suppress his panic and shout a warning.

"Your Majesty, this demoness's illusions are incredibly powerful. Don't be fooled by her..."

"Phoenix Arrives".

Before the Heavenly Emperor finished speaking, Fusang had already turned to look at him.

"Huanhuan was born before the Great Calamity. According to your way of speaking, you should also call her a Goddess."

A single, unhurried remark caused the Heavenly Emperor and Empress to turn deathly pale instantly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you must be joking! How could this be... this..."

"Whether you believe it or not is your business."

The man's golden eyes fixed on the three of them. Recalling the farce that had unfolded recently, especially the wrongful death of a town resident, his thin lips tightened even more.

The system followed Sang Huan through tribulations in the lower realm, but the "world line" and "original plot" it gave her were stories that she deduced and compiled about the future.

Its true development depends entirely on each person's wishes; therefore, Feng Yuan and Lin Yue, who slaughtered the human race, are not good people in essence.

Not only them, but all the immortals in the celestial realm are like that.

The great calamity caused the ancient gods to perish and be sealed away, and the new batch that emerged was nothing more than ants and rats.

They considered themselves to possess boundless spiritual power and regarded other beings of their own kind as worthless weeds.

In order to suppress and annihilate a group of immortals as a deterrent, Fusang specifically chose Feng Lin, who had never harmed the human race, to be the Heavenly Emperor and manage the immortals.

But who would have thought that the reason Feng Lin didn't attack mortals was because his magical power was too weak to show his face in front of other immortals.

After all, there are different ranks among immortals.

But no matter what, they are all immortals, and arrogance flows in their bones.

Fusang knew that correcting these people was useless, and might even implicate more ordinary people.

"As the Great Dao ascends, the celestial immortals have ceased to respect Heaven and Earth. From this day forward, all the immortals' spiritual power will be completely destroyed, and their immortal bodies and bones will become relics to nourish Heaven and Earth. Their souls will all be cast into the animal realm of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, never to escape for all eternity."

There are innocent people, but where are the innocent in the heavens?

Even the lowest-ranking celestial servants, when punished by their masters, would go to the mortal realm to kill people to vent their anger.

Moreover, to enjoy the offerings of mortals while watching one's own kind slaughter them at will—even if he did not participate in the killing, is still a sin.

"God, God! We were wrong! God!"

The Heavenly Emperor and Empress never expected things to turn out this way; they desperately tried to stop Fusang.

But once the oath of the Great Dao was made, they had no chance to refute it.

He could only watch helplessly as his soul was ripped from his body, the excruciating pain spreading throughout his entire being.

With a deafening roar, thunder rumbled and it seemed as if something invisible was shattering in the heavens.

Countless cries of agony rang out as the forces of Heaven forcefully pushed them toward the Netherworld.

"Humanity is resilient and can rely on cultivation to resist demonic beasts. However, those who use their cultivation to harm their own kind or imitate immortals to look down on other living beings will be struck down by heavenly lightning, their gods and bodies destroyed!"

After saying the next part, Fusang could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

While using his spiritual practice to bear the karmic burden, he also shared his divine blessings with those innocent humans who were implicated, so that they could have a good next life.

This action was too much for his body, which was already being forced back to its original state, to handle.

Sang Huan quickly helped him up, and spoke with some concern.

"Are you alright? Why did you have to resolve this so impulsively?"

"It's nothing, I just want to get them out of sight as soon as possible so they don't bother us."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Check my pulse."

Sang Huan grabbed Fu Sang's slender wrist as he tried to dodge, and after placing two fingers on it, she noticed the loss of life force within him and her expression changed drastically.

"Fusang, you!"

Seeing the worry in the little girl's eyes, Fusang quickly covered her mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Your pulse is so erratic and you still say it's nothing? What nonsense are you talking about? I can't even control it with my spiritual power."

Sang Huan tried to use her spiritual power to control the disordered life force within Fu Sang's body, but after trying, she was shocked to find that she couldn't control it at all. In an instant, worry appeared on her previously calm face.

"I appointed him as the Lord of Heaven. He failed to govern Heaven properly, allowing immortals to harm mortals. Naturally, I bear some of the karmic consequences. Now, the accumulated backlash is becoming unbearable. It's alright, at most I'll just have to revert to my original form and recuperate for half a year. Otherwise, there's only..."

In the end, Fusang hesitated before speaking further.

His handsome face turned pale, and his long eyelashes drooped down, obscuring his golden eyes, making him look exceptionally pitiful.

Seeing this, Sang Huan felt both heartache and anger, and couldn't help but urge him on impatiently.

"Just say what you want to say, stop beating around the bush."

"Unless I reincarnate as a human and undergo ten lifetimes of tribulations to accomplish great deeds for the human race, then I can offset the loss."

"Then hurry up and go. It's not like you haven't been through tribulations before. If you can't, I can go with you."

Sang Huan was afraid that this person would stubbornly refuse, so even though she guessed that he was setting a trap, she couldn't help but jump in.

Upon hearing this, the Fusang God, who had just been weak and helpless, raised his head, his golden eyes shining brightly.

"This is what Huanhuan promised me, I'm not lying to you."

"Yes, yes, I promised you, but I have to tell Shaoqin before I go so he won't worry. Can you handle it?"

"Ahem, there is another way that would allow me to hold out for a while before getting involved again."

Fusang's eyelashes trembled slightly as she bent down and whispered in Sang Huan's ear.

Upon hearing the words clearly, Sang Huan's face instantly turned bright red!

Her eyes were glistening with tears, and her soft voice held a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.

"Fusang, you, have you no shame...?"

"Huanhuan is my wife. It's only right for a husband to be shameless towards his wife."

The man's voice was low and husky, and his hot breath fell on her ear, making the girl's skin blush with a thin layer of pink, making her look unbelievably beautiful.

"Fusang, if you say that again, I won't stay with you anymore."

Fusang's eyelids twitched, fearing that the fragrant wife he had finally won over would run away, so he quickly lowered his head and pitifully admitted his mistake.

"I was wrong, I'll never do it again, Huanhuan!"

"Hmph, let's go."

Their story has just ended, but it's also a new beginning.

(Finish)