He didn't dare to ask any more questions and could only watch her leave with Zhizhi.
Si Youjing
Stepping into this land again, I still feel a sense of wonder.
The weather in Siyoujing during the day is clear and cloudless. At a glance, the bare mountain range in the north stands in the clear sky, like a loyal guardian.
Huang Beiyue's heart suddenly clenched tightly, and she subconsciously did not look at the mountains, but followed Zhizhi into the palace.
The Night King likes to live in a high tower and look at the stars every night without knowing what he is thinking.
He was lying on a soft chair in the room, covered with a thin quilt, closing his eyes and meditating.
"Father, Sister Yue'er is here." Zhizhi walked to him, bent down, and said softly.
The Night King slowly opened his eyes and saw Huang Beiyue. He struggled to sit up and waved his hand to ask Zhizhi and everyone else to retreat, leaving only the two of them.
"You are finally willing to come." The Night King sighed and said that he had sent people to invite her several times before, but she never refused to come.
"What do you want to say?" Huang Beiyue turned her back to him and looked out the window of the tower. It was so high that the entire Si Youjing could be seen.
The mountains in the north were clearer, like a sleeping beast, staring at her silently.
"About spiritualism." The Night King raised his head and saw her back trembling when she heard these three words. "Using spiritualism to recall the soul and keep it in this world requires paying a high price."
Huang Beiyue pursed her pale lips and trembled slightly, not wanting to ask questions that scared her.
However, the Night King did not wait for her to ask, and said, "Do you know the price Mo Lian paid in exchange for you?"
Without waiting for her to ask, the Night King asked and answered himself: "It's his life in this life, and then, he will use his own life to exchange for your reincarnation."
A soul recalled once by spiritualism cannot be reincarnated.
The Night King's words were tantamount to directly pronouncing Mo Lian's death. Has she been waiting in vain for so many years?
She didn't want to believe that ten years...she had lied to herself for ten years...
Looking at her trembling back, the Night King said: "Huang Beiyue, all this is destined by fate and is the master of God."
"I don't believe in fate!" Huang Beiyue turned around excitedly, tears filling her eyes, "I don't believe there is a God in this world! What is God? Why does she control everything?"
The Night King quietly watched her vent for a while, and then said: "The continent of Karta is vast and boundless, but this is just a corner of the vast continent. You and I are just a drop in the ocean, going up to the nine levels of heaven and down to the nine levels of demon world."
"How can we trust the myths?"
The Night King sighed and stood up slowly. His thin and withered body slowly walked to an altar in the tower, where the life chart was placed.
He formed a seal with his hands and began to recite a long mantra.
Huang Beiyue stood behind him, feeling the turmoil in the surrounding space. The mighty vitality was pressing down from above her head, forcing her to raise her head to look.
The dome of the tower was very high, and it was originally pitch black. Suddenly, as if it was being torn apart by an invisible hand, the smoke and clouds flew away. I didn't dare to jump high, and layers of smoke and clouds were blown away.
Finally, the dazzling golden light penetrated down.
Huang Beiyue narrowed her eyes subconsciously, but out of the corner of her eye, she could still vaguely see a figure in the golden light.
A colorful glaze throne, solemn and luxurious robes.
