Faced with the death of her loved ones, her forced agreement was merely a temporary measure. Now, truly being compelled to say those things against her will, Luo Zhiheng simply couldn't bring herself to do it. And so, they remained locked in a stalemate.
Sun Yunyun gave a nonchalant sneer: "You'd better think this through. There's no turning back now. As for those people outside, I'll kill them all, not one of them will survive."
Luo Zhiheng glared at her fiercely, her mouth stiffly opening as the metallic taste of blood assaulted her senses. She stammered, "I...I..."
Luo Zhiheng's predicament and reluctance were obvious, but Sun Yunyun pressed on relentlessly. At this critical moment, a deep, cold voice resounded through the gloomy darkness: "I don't remember if I died, that you had the right to remarry; I don't remember if I divorced you, that we were now strangers; I don't remember you saying you didn't love me. So, what right do you have to marry someone else behind my back? How can you tell someone else you love them?"
The voice was neither hurried nor slow, neither cold nor warm, yet it carried countless grievances, like a child whose beloved possessions had been taken from them. The clear voice pierced through the dark clouds and darkness, like the most deadly ray of dawn in hell, descending from the sky and splitting through layers of darkness and despair.
Upon hearing that voice, Luo Zhiheng felt her stiff body and frozen blood instantly melt away, becoming completely warm. She then looked up in disbelief, desperately searching for the person, her eyes filled with tears and vulnerability.
"Who is it?!" Sun Yunyun didn't recognize the voice, but the person she vaguely guessed made her tense up. But she also felt it was impossible. How could that person be better? And how could they be here?
No one responded to Sun Yunjun's words. The entire suffocatingly dark world fell into a deathly silence, as if the voice had never existed. Just as people were gripped by even greater panic and fear, a pure white light suddenly appeared in the vast, dark sky. Though the light was small and fragmented, it instantly transformed into a pillar of light, descending from the sky and spreading in all directions, each ray of light dazzling and radiant!
Wow!
Like a mountain or river erupting or a tsunami crashing down, a magnificent and awe-inspiring light swept up patches of black clouds in the sky, churning and rolling. The holy light seemed to come from heaven, capable of cleansing all filth and dispelling all gloom.
The dark, oppressive, and deathly sky was swallowed and dispelled by light amidst its unpredictable changes, and more and more light descended from the sky, illuminating the earth and bringing hope.
As the azure sky appeared amidst the light, a pure white figure strolled leisurely down from the heavens, as if an invisible staircase in the sky carried the godlike figure. He descended from the heights, his entire body pure and holy. The white mist beneath his feet was like clouds, disappearing with each step without leaving a trace.
A tsunami of light cleared a path for him, surging forth. The dark legions beneath the earth, encountering this overwhelming light, were instantly swallowed up like clowns. They screamed, struggled, until they were completely consumed by the light!
In an instant, the entire earth was cleansed of all filth by the light. The soldiers of the Dark Legion froze in mid-air, disappearing from head to toe. Those Dark Legion soldiers who were still rampaging and killing, maintaining their original postures, were reduced to ashes in minutes, leaving not even a trace!
Bathed in the light, the people forgot their panic at that moment. The survivors, seeing this magical and magnificent scene, all knelt down in worship and cried out to the priest!
The man with flowing black hair, a face like jade, bright eyebrows, and a smile on his lips, dressed in white like a god, hovered in mid-air. Not a speck of dust touched his feet, and his sleeves and robes fluttered without wind. He gazed intently at the woman covered in crimson in the light screen, his smile gradually cooling down.
Their eyes met, and Luo Zhiheng's face was filled with shock and joy, but shock outweighed joy! A breathtakingly beautiful smile slowly spread across her pale face.
"It's him? How could it be him?! How could this be?" Sun Yunyun screamed, her eyes filled with deep terror. Her face changed drastically from the earth-shattering power he had just displayed. Unable to withstand the oppressive force emanating from him, she roared in fury, "You can't be Mu Yunhe! Impossible! Mu Yunhe has been poisoned by my corpse poison. Without the antidote, he's doomed! You can't be him!"
"What did you say?!" Luo Zhiheng glared at Sun Yunyun. Although he was here, and she no longer needed to face Sun Yunyun, his words still stung her. No antidote? Certain death? What about all her previous forbearance and humiliation? Had she been deceived all along? And what about the antidote that temporarily relieved Mu Yunhe's pain? Wasn't it an antidote?
Luo Zhiheng resembled an angry little beast, but her beauty was so striking that even in anger, she remained breathtaking. Mu Yunhe's lazy voice, laced with undisguised sarcasm, echoed through the air: "Foolish woman, you've been completely fooled by that poisonous scorpion, don't you know? That wasn't an antidote at all, just a medicine to temporarily suppress the toxins in my body, not a cure. You've been deceived."
"Shut up! Are you happy that I was fooled? Who did I get fooled for?" Luo Zhiheng glared at Mu Yunhe, who seemed to be gloating, and her eyes welled up with tears of grievance.
Mu Yunhe's lips tightened, and the smile on his face vanished instantly: "I'm not happy at all. You're about to abandon me, you're about to say you love someone else, and you're a monster who's neither woman nor man. I'm not happy! So, how are you going to make it up to me?"
Luo Zhiheng was taken aback, her lips twitching slightly. What was going on? Mu Yunhe actually admitted so seriously that he was unhappy? She was secretly delighted, but Luo Zhiheng pouted and said, "If you're unhappy, why haven't I seen you cry? Don't you hate me?"
"Ah Heng, I've noticed you've become dumber." Mu Yunhe sighed in a serious tone.
Luo Zhiheng was so angry that she screamed, "You're disgusted with me now that I've become stupid? Mu Yunhe, if you dare to disgust me, I'll burn down your Luoxin Courtyard!"
Mu Yunhe's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted, "That won't do! Luoxin Courtyard is my wife's courtyard, you can't burn it down. How about this, to calm you down, you can burn down my courtyard, the one next to Luoxin Courtyard that has no name?"
Luo Zhiheng found it amusing. All her pent-up frustration, fear, and despair vanished in the presence of this lively character, Mu Yunhe. She only knew that everything would be alright with his arrival. But she said rather irritably, "If I burn down your courtyard, where will you live?"
Mu Yunhe stroked his chin, looking very serious as he pondered. After a while, he suddenly smiled, his eyes filled with deep love and longing: "Let's stay at Luoxin Courtyard. Anyway, my wife is there. We're so deeply in love, we don't need to sleep in separate rooms. Being together day and night is the best thing in the world. My wife, what do you say?"
Luo Zhiheng slowly pursed her pouty lips, raised her head and looked at him with big, wet eyes. The mist in her eyes gradually condensed into water droplets, and she said softly, "Mu Yunhe, you big jerk, you... you remember me, don't you? You remember me, don't you?"
Mu Yunhe's smile deepened, his affection intensified, a bittersweet mix of sweetness, guilt, and heartache spread through his heart. Even the most profound love couldn't compare to the honest, deep affection revealed beneath the sweet words: "Aheng, I've never truly forgotten you. You're always in my heart, every moment!"
Tears welled up in Luo Zhiheng's eyes and fell uncontrollably. She suddenly covered her face and sobbed. She was a strong person, but at this moment, please allow her to cry freely, because God had finally let her out of that dark and gloomy abyss of despair, because her Yun He had finally returned!
Heaven rewards those who persevere!
"Aheng, today is the last time I will make you cry. After today, there will be no more tears or separations in the lives outside. This is the promise I, the diviner Mu Yunhe, make to you!" Mu Yunhe's voice floated gently in the sky, so tender and affectionate as if it were right next to your ear.
Luo Zhiheng looked up and blinked, only to be met with a blinding flash of light and the piercing screams of Sun Yunjun: "I won't let you two be together! No matter how you recovered, you can't stop me from wanting Luo Zhiheng! If I can't have Luo Zhiheng today, I'll destroy her!"
"No one can destroy Luo Zhiheng. Sun Yunyun, you should be prepared!" A majestic voice pierced through the light barrier.
A large mass of light gathered and coalesced into a curved blade, which slashed down heavily from the sky. The blade struck the light barrier, and in the blink of an eye, a soft buzzing sound rang out as the curved blade cleaved the light barrier in two, shattering it into pieces. The curved blade, without hesitation, then slashed towards Sun Yunjun.
Sun Yunyun's pupils constricted as she frantically rushed towards Luo Zhiheng, even grabbing Luo Zhiheng's wrist with one hand, intending to throw Luo Zhiheng away to shield her from the knife.
This is the love that Sun Yunyun keeps talking about! In the face of life and death, she chose without hesitation to let Luo Zhiheng die in her place!
With a soft "pfft!"
Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Sun Yunyun struggled to open her eyes, trying to see clearly through the blinding light what had happened. She saw that right in front of her, Luo Zhiheng's beautiful face was filled with coldness and ruthlessness. Her hand was still gripping Luo Zhiheng's, but Luo Zhiheng's hand was now holding a knife. The knife shone brightly, its sacred and inviolable aura like a coiled dragon, piercing straight, straight into her heart!
"You!" Sun Yunyun was restrained by the War God's Blade, staring stiffly at Luo Zhiheng, her eyes filled with dark and murderous intent.
boom!
With a deafening roar, Mu Yunhe's scimitar, formed from condensed light, fell and struck Sun Yunjun's crown. In an instant, a brilliant light erupted, and black specks of light gradually disintegrated and spread from Sun Yunjun's body. As more and more specks of light appeared, Sun Yunjun's body began to dissipate within the light until it disappeared completely.
As all the points of light were swallowed by the dissipating light of the scimitar, and as the light gradually faded, Luo Zhiheng lowered her hand, looked up, and smiled. Before her stood Mu Yunhe, tall and upright, his eyes smiling.
The two looked at each other and smiled, their eyes etched with an unspoken, deep affection, and their lips brimming with sweetness.
On a distant house, the old man stroked his beard with an air of mystery, looked up at the sky, and patted the white crane's hand, saying, "Fate brings us together and fate separates us; it's all preordained by heaven. What is ordained by destiny has found its rightful place. The end of fate is complete, lovers are united, everything is restored to its former state, and the four realms of gods, demons, monsters, and humans are finally cleansed. The demon race is utterly destroyed, the monster race dwells in a desolate corner, and human leaders will never invade again. Humans will no longer be harmed by demons or monsters. The mission of the gods is complete, and for the next hundred years, a peaceful and prosperous era will reappear."
"Hahaha, very well! My efforts to defy fate for him have not been in vain. In his previous life, he died full of resentment and bitterness. In this life, Heaven has finally made amends." The old man looked at Mu Yunhe with satisfaction and emotion. The white crane beside him nodded its head, as if it could understand human speech. The old man waved his sleeve and stroked the white crane's head: "Our mission is complete. It's time to go. Now this place belongs to them alone."
The old man sat on the white crane, which spread its wings, let out a clear cry, and flew away.
Log looked back at the sky, only to see a faint image flying further and further away. He whispered with deep reverence, "Even though I don't know why you appeared, there must have been a reason for all of this, from the great storm to the dust settling down. Master, although you can't be considered my master, I will never forget your kindness."
On the street corner, a forlorn figure watched the smiling couple from afar, his eyes filled with sorrow. He pressed his hand tightly to his chest, his voice low and mournful: "Heng'er, I've finally lost you..."