Ming Shaofeng turned around and lowered his thick eyelashes, "I will not marry her."
"Clan Chief, this is no longer your problem alone." The Great Elder said seriously. The awe-inspiring look on his eyebrows revealed his determination to do whatever it takes for the God Clan.
"We are the descendants of Nuwa, we are the descendants of gods. The Phoenix God Clan has been given the mission of gods, which is to guard Tianshan from generation to generation and guard... that sacred object."
Ming Shaofeng looked back at them, "I will complete this mission at all costs, but I can't hurt her."
The third elder took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Clan leader, marrying the reincarnated saint is not just a legend. You are destined to be married, and you must not disobey the destiny. Otherwise, not only will you implicate the Phoenix God Clan, but you and her will also be involved.
He was punished by God and finally perished in ashes."
"Destroyed in ashes?" Ming Shaofeng smiled lightly, "Perhaps, that is the best result."
"Clan Chief," the eight elders lifted up their clothes, knelt on the ground, and begged, "Clan Chief, please put the God Clan first!"
Ming Shaofeng turned around and walked out of the temple without saying a word.
"Clan leader——"
He has been carrying this mission for too long. He can be pure and devoid of desires, and can lead his people to stay here without caring about worldly affairs. Even though his heart has long since stopped, he can't bear to see her sad. He knows that forcing her to stay here is the only thing he can do.
What does it mean here? He doesn't want to see that result.
Is it because of the destined marriage in this life?
When he returned to the dormitory, he looked up and saw a floating figure standing there. He was startled, "Master?"
The visitor slowly turned around...
Zhuo Yi, the former patriarch of the Phoenix God Clan, was also Ming Shaofeng’s master. His clear water eyes were full of wisdom that could see through the world, and there was a faint smile on his gentle face, "Shaofeng."
Ming Shaofeng took two hurried steps and knelt down on one knee towards him, "Shaofeng, see you, master."
Zhuo Yi raised his hand slightly and said, "Shaofeng, let's go out for a walk with the master."
"Yes," Ming Shaofeng stood up and stepped aside to let the master go first.
Snowflakes are still floating wildly, covering the peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, and the endless whiteness fills the sky and the earth, making people's hearts flutter.
Ming Shaofeng followed the master quietly. The snow under his feet was so soft that he felt like he was stepping on clouds, one step at a time.
"Shaofeng, do you still remember what the master told you back then?" Zhuo Yi stood still and looked at the steep peaks heading straight towards Yunxiao, "When you took over this world, you were no longer you.
You are the sharp blade that protects the Gods. Your mission and your people are your life."
"Master's words, Shaofeng will always keep them in mind."
Zhuo Yi looked back at him and smiled, "You have done a great job as the clan leader. You have lived up to the master's expectations of you."
There was a struggle in Ming Shaofeng's eyes. He raised his eyes and said, "No, master, Shaofeng has failed you."
Zhuo Yi lowered his eyes and continued walking forward, "The union between you and the saint is a sacrifice to God. This ancient teaching has been passed down from generation to generation." He turned around and said, "You know the most terrible punishment is
What?"
Ming Shaofeng lowered his eyes bitterly, "It's a punishment from heaven."
"No," Zhuo Yi's eyes were far away, "It's the collapse of the tribe's faith."
Ming Shaofeng looked at him blankly, his heart shaking straight to the bottom of his heart.
"Do you know what supports our Phoenix God Clan to live forever and protect it to this day for that sacred mission?" He smiled, "It is the spiritual blending between us and God. And all of this comes through their clan leader.
Completed. In other words, the clan leader is the true patron saint of the clan."
Ming Shaofeng stood there, unable to move forward.
"But now, you are depriving them of their faith and making them shake their originally firm hearts."
Zhuo Yi's words struck straight into his heart.
"Shaofeng," Zhuo Yi came to him and looked at him lovingly, "No matter what you do, remember, you must be worthy of your heart."
Ming Shaofeng lowered his head, and his master's words were spoken every word. When he took over the position of clan leader from his master, he once swore an oath that he would regard the mission of the God Clan and his people as his own life. Now, in his heart,
How to choose? He was really confused.
"master……"
When he raised his head again, Zhuo Yi's figure had long since disappeared, leaving only the winding Tianshan Mountains supporting the world.
Slowly walking back to the shrine following the footsteps he came from, he knew he had to feel no regrets... Unfortunately, his heart had already betrayed his life when he met her.
Lin Leer walked around the room uneasily. Ever since she came here, her heart had not stopped. It seemed that something bad was always going to happen, which made her uneasy.
She stopped and kept comforting herself. Things like Nuwa and saints were obviously just myths and stories. Only people living in Tianshan would believe it. She came from the 21st century and had heard countless myths.
, she wouldn’t take it seriously.
However, it would be bad if the people of the God Clan were convinced and refused to let her go.
Two hours have passed, and there is no news from Shaofeng. Ah Ke and Feng Ling are probably also under house arrest. What should she do?
At this time, the door opened with a creak.
She ran over quickly, and when she saw the people coming in, she instinctively resisted, "Great Elder?" She turned around and walked in, "If you always want to tell me something about the saint, it's best not to talk about it, you have time.
If so, I wouldn’t mind telling you some myths about my hometown.”
The Great Elder was not angry, but said in a very calm tone, "The patriarch has chosen to go to Tianchi to be punished. Whether he can survive, none of us know."
"What did you say?!" Lin Leer was taken aback, frowned, and said in disbelief, "Do you really want him to go to that kind of place to be punished?"
The great elder's voice was a little helpless, "This is not something we can decide, it is the patriarch's own will."
"Damn it! You just want him to die!" Lin Leer growled, turned around and rushed out, "Take me to Tianchi quickly."
The great elder followed behind him, and finally showed a smile of relief. Destined marriage was not just a matter of words. The bond between them might not even be noticed by them.
This is life.
Tianchi is a lake located at the highest point of Tianshan Mountain.
The Tianchi was already surrounded by people from the God Clan. Although it was still early autumn, the lake here was already covered with a layer of ice. Looking from a distance, it looked like a huge mirror reflecting the sky.
When Lin Leer ran over, these people all automatically gave way. She rushed in, and when she saw the scene inside, she froze there. The next moment, tears welled up.