The scene turned again. This time, it was dark night. In the hall of the God of Command, Mo Wuji was sitting on the floor. His usually clean white clothes were stained with a lot of blood.
His outer robe was torn off, revealing his upper body. There were several hideous wounds on his back. The flesh and blood were curled up and blood was flowing down.
The God of Command stood aside, stretched out his slender white hands under his broad sleeves, stirred the concoction in an emerald bowl, and spoke slowly.
"The emperor is very angry. You actually entered the Ten Worlds of Rebirth without permission. Do you know that it is full of filth and evil, and the gods will also be polluted if they enter."
Mo Wuji sat motionless and let him apply the medicine.
"It's very big inside, and there are suffering people everywhere. I searched for her for a long time, but I couldn't find her." He murmured to himself, unable to hide the pain in his eyes.
"Wuji, are you planning to make an enemy of the emperor by doing this?" The God of Command rarely showed an angry expression.
"I just want to save her."
"You saved her, and you saved Wujiang." The God of Siming applied the concoction on his wound, and watched as the wound slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and sighed, "You only have a fate with her for one life.
It’s exhausted, give up.”
"Are you leaking secrets again?"
"I just don't want to see you stuck in the mud."
Mo Wuji pulled up his clothes and stood up slowly, "I know what to do."
"Wuji, don't be stubborn." The voice of the God of Ming has always been flat and has no fluctuations. He is in charge of destiny. He has already understood everything, because if the heart is not moving, there will be no chaos.
"You don't understand." Mo Wuji whispered, no one would understand.
If he had met that person before and separated before they could fall in love, how could he just forget about it?
That life was his calamity, yes, the calamity of his life caused him to fall from the supreme divine race to a human being trapped in love.
No one in the Nine Heavens understands his persistence. The only person who understands is Wujiang.
Mo Wuji left the hall, and the cold wind in the dark night surrounded him. He refused to give in and kept walking forward.
"Where is he going?" Wei Ning looked at his back with an ominous premonition in her heart.
"Save Qingning." Xiang said calmly.
"Does he want to go to Shihuasheng Pond again?" Wei Ning said nervously, "He, didn't he go in once? He couldn't find Qing Ning at all!"
Nightmare was silent, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Just watch."
Mo Wuji walked to the Ten Worlds Life Pond and saw Wujiang. Wujiang turned back and smiled at him and said, "In the world below, will even the gods be frightened?"
"The bad karma has been caused, and everything happening now is the reincarnation of cause and effect." Mo Wuji looked at him and said.
Wujiang nodded, "Yes, but all living beings are ignorant and refuse to look back. Isn't the bad karma I caused due to their bad karma in previous lives, so they have to repay it in this life?"
Mo Wuji said: "All living beings in this mortal world are just a chess game in the hands of God, and you are all chess pieces."
"Your Highness Wuji, therefore, your noble birth makes us feel so ashamed." Wujiang curled his lips, and finally a sincere smile appeared on his pale face, "I believe that when Qingning looks at you,
I must be so ashamed."
"Born noble?" Mo Wuji chuckled, his long purple hair gently brushing the corners of his eyes, gathering the light.
When the darkness faded that day and daylight appeared, Mo Wuji saw Qing Ning and said nothing for the first time.
