Part 3
After a long while, Cang Xuan made a decision in his heart and said, “Such a god indeed should no longer exist.”
He took the booklet, looked at the youth whose expression was brilliant and bright under the firelight, and slowly added a name to it—Feng Qing.
He officially joined the Anti-God Cult.
There were seven people in the Anti-God Cult in total: cultivators, mortals, children of aristocratic families like Helan Yue, and common people persecuted by aristocratic families. Named Anti-God, they were merely trying to find a way to survive in this world.
Cang Xuan, under the alias of the youth Feng Qing, together with Helan Yue, guided the Anti-God Cult members to rapidly expand their power. They drove the Zijin Spirit Clan to the Desolate Realm, overthrew the aristocratic families, and personally led people to storm the Divine Temple.
He brought Helan Yue into the Divine Temple. After removing his disguise, he smiled at him and said, “From now on, there will be no more gods in the world.”
Helan Yue was greatly shocked and wary at first. It wasn’t until he saw him cut his own throat with the divine sword on the divine throne that he suddenly realized the truth.
His voice was strained: “…Why go this far.”
Cang Xuan sat on the divine throne. The blood-stained sword fell from his hand to the ground, making a clear clattering sound.
For the first time, he knew that gods could also bleed and feel pain.
“You were right; this world no longer needs a god.”
He called Helan Yue softly, “I don’t have strength anymore. Can you help me set fire to the Divine Temple? I’m a little cold…”
Helan Yue shed tears.
He said again, “Erase me and the Divine Temple… from the world, and go welcome the peaceful and prosperous age that belongs to you.”
But Helan Yue didn’t listen to him.
After his death, he instead cleared his name, allowing the clear reputation of Cang Xuan to exist forever in the world.
Cutting one’s own throat really hurt. Su Huan woke up halfway from the pain. He thought the dream would end here, but for some reason, he couldn’t wake up completely and started dreaming again.
He dreamed that after Cang Xuan died, his divine soul voluntarily entered reincarnation.
With every reincarnation, Cang Xuan would lose a bit of memory until he completely became an ordinary living being.
In his first life, Cang Xuan was reincarnated into a cultivation sect.
Because not much memory was lost in reincarnation, he carried the memories of his previous life and chose to travel the human world. He wanted to see the peaceful and prosperous age after his death.
On the way, he actually picked up a newborn spirit born of heaven and earth.
Cang Xuan looked at those ignorant, curious, and vibrant black eyes and couldn’t help but feel the desire to guide and raise him.
He named him Wuwang (No Delusion).
No disaster, no delusion; smooth and joyful.
Cang Xuan took Wuwang everywhere, punishing evil and promoting good, teaching him what was good and what was evil.
He learned very well and became the “Young Immortal Lord” in the mouths of the people.
When Wuwang grew to be seventeen, one day after returning from listening to storytelling in a teahouse, he suddenly awakened to love. He kept saying he liked him and wanted to be husband and wife with him for life after life.
Cang Xuan naturally didn’t take it seriously, thinking he hadn’t fully grown up yet, and shook his head with a smile.
“Ah Qing gege, when will you agree to be Dao Companions with me?”
Wuwang always chased him asking this.
Cang Xuan always refused.
Thinking that he had watched Wuwang grow up bit by bit, like a father, if they became Dao Companions, what would that look like?
It was simply too absurd.
He would always give Wuwang a flick on the forehead and say, “What are you saying? I’m your dad. Come on, call me Daddy quickly.”
Wuwang pouted and refused to call.
Unable to withstand Cang Xuan’s constant nagging, he had to call out aggrievedly, “Daddy.”
Cang Xuan was finally satisfied and responded with a big laugh.
The next second, however, Wuwang burst into tears with a “wah.” “I can’t be Dao Companions with Ah Qing gege anymore!”
He cried messily, a tragic sight.
Although Cang Xuan spoke comforting words, he thought to himself, Now he won’t like me anymore, right?
Unexpectedly, Wuwang met Helan Yue.
Helan Yue found Cang Xuan and followed him from then on, refusing to leave.
After learning about this from Wuwang, he laughed until he bent over. Finally, he secretly stuffed a few storybooks into Wuwang’s hands and told him to study them well.
Wuwang finished reading the storybooks behind Cang Xuan’s back. In the middle of the night, he found Cang Xuan and called him with a blushing face, “Daddy…”
Usually, he wouldn’t open his mouth to say it, so why was he so active today?
Cang Xuan felt it was novel and let him into the room.
Wuwang came in shyly, but what came out of his mouth was: “Daddy, the book says that even father and son can be husband and wife…”
Veins popped on Cang Xuan’s forehead.
What to do if the child grows up crooked?
Of course, correct with a stick.
So he went out and picked up a rattan stick.
Wuwang’s blushing face turned pale instantly. While dodging in panic, he confessed that Helan Yue was also involved. His little mind thought this could divert the anger, but he still got a beating from Cang Xuan.
Fortunately, Helan Yue couldn’t escape either.
Helan Yue clutched his injury and hopped around, still stubborn: “I didn’t do anything wrong. seeing him treat you wholeheartedly, and being a god like you, he barely counts as a match for you.”
He paused and probed tentatively, “If you have a Dao Companion, will you not reincarnate and return to that position?”
As he spoke, his eyes reddened uncontrollably. “You clearly know… that wasn’t your fault.”
Cang Xuan avoided answering.
Helan Yue mentioned it a few more times later, but Cang Xuan gently brushed it aside each time.
A hundred years passed in a flash. Before Cang Xuan entered reincarnation again, he entrusted Wuwang to Helan Yue.
When leaving, he felt relaxed, thinking he could finally get rid of the two.
Unexpectedly, Wuwang actually followed him and jumped into reincarnation.
This following lasted for a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation.
During the hundred lifetimes, Helan Yue felt guilty towards him and was stubborn enough to fall into the demonic path, forcing him to return to the divine throne at all costs.
Cang Xuan was heartbroken and sent him to be reborn again.
Wuwang still never gave up liking him.
He even got a prayer text from somewhere unknown and secretly changed it into a marriage contract behind his back. With every reincarnation, he added a prayer sentence to it, praying that they could love each other in the next life.
Hiding it over his heart, thinking he didn’t know.
Little did he know that as soon as he got drunk, he couldn’t hide anything.
Unknown from when it started, Cang Xuan actually got used to Wuwang’s existence by his side.
When he realized it, his fingertips had already touched those sleeping eyes.
Cang Xuan withdrew his hand in surprise, but upon looking up, he met a pair of brilliant black eyes.
Wuwang grabbed his hand with a smile and kissed it.
Cang Xuan didn’t refuse.
Sigh.
He accepted his fate.
It was just that in the hundred and first life, both he and Wuwang forgot who they were, and also forgot the love between them.
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