Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

The fairy's voice was like a cold spring gushing out from a crack in a glacier, carrying with it unquestionable severity and warning.

Her face was covered with frost, her lips were tightly pursed, and her hands were folded in front of her. Every movement revealed her determination and courage.

Erlang Shen was caught off guard by this sudden rejection, and a sense of inexplicable loss and shame suddenly surged in his heart.

He thought that his heroic spirit and outstanding appearance could win the heart of the fairy Chang'e, but he did not expect to be rejected mercilessly in return.

Erlang Shen's face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, and he was unable to speak.

He was not afraid of the Jade Emperor, but he was afraid that his reputation would be damaged and he was afraid of losing his pride and confidence in front of the gods.

At this moment, it was as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his heart, and Erlang Shen woke up from his excitement.

Looking at the cold and frosty face of the fairy Chang'e, I felt her noble temperament that could not be desecrated.

Erlang Shen's shoulders drooped unconsciously, and he looked a little decadent.

I no longer have the reason or courage to continue to pester you, so I can only leave dejectedly.

My legs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step seemed to be stepping on my self-esteem.

Walking out of the Moon Palace, his back, with a hint of loneliness and unwillingness, gradually disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.

……

The Moonlight Box was not taken away by the Jade Rabbit's little demon, but was put in the arms of Bai Lang who was hiding in the bushes.

After receiving the emergency call from Jade Rabbit, he found that the opponent this time was Erlang Zhenjun and his Xiaotian divine dog.

He dared not show up, so he hid deep in the bushes, holding his breath and not daring to make any rash moves.

Fate always likes to play jokes. Just when Bai Lang was terrified, the Moonlight Box fell at his feet.

He fled to the North Sea with the treasure box and met Shen Gongbao who was stuffed in the "Eye of the North Sea". His fate was determined under the Five Elements Mountain because of Shen Gongbao's words.

……

It seemed that the Moonlight Box was unwilling to be buried, and was luckily obtained by Xiao Liuzi.

After returning home, Xiao Liuzi carefully hid it under his pillow.

On weekdays, when he has nothing to do, he always takes it out and observes it repeatedly.

However, I still can't guess what the purpose of this mysterious box is?

That day, after dinner, he lay down on the bed early, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

My mind is full of the shadow of the Moon Box, as if I have some kind of bond with that box.

So he took out the treasure box again and looked at it carefully.

Under the dim oil lamp, the treasure box emitted a mysterious glow.

Xiao Liuzi's fingers gently stroked the texture of the treasure box and looked at it over and over again dozens of times, but still could not figure out the mystery of the treasure.

In a trance, I fell into sleep.

While I was dreaming, two strangers, one black and one white, one fat and one thin, wearing tall hats and holding chains, floated to my bed like ghosts.

The black tall hat looks eerie and scary.

The white robe flutters in the wind.

They had gloomy faces, cold eyes, and a strange smile on their lips.

"The time has come, it's time to get going." The two's voices seemed to come from the abyss of Hell, icy and chilling.

After saying that, without further ado, he took the cold chain and put it on Xiao Liuzi, then turned and left.

Xiao Liuzi's soul was forcibly hooked out like this.

However, the soul still held the Moon Box tightly in his hand, as if it was his last straw.

Xiao Liuzi passed away calmly, without any panic.

The Black and White Impermanence led his soul and rushed all the way to the gates of hell.

In front of the gate of hell, there were gusts of cold wind and thick black fog, making people feel creepy.

When they arrived at the Ghost Gate, Black and White Impermanence handed Xiao Liuzi over to the Ox-Head and Horse-Face who came to pick him up.

The bull head has a burly build, muscular body, and its two horns are sharp and flashing with cold light.

There was cunning and ferocity in the horse-faced monster's eyes.

Two little gods from the underworld, holding soul-guiding lamps with flickering light, took over Xiao Liuzi's drifting and helpless soul.

Their eyes were indifferent, having witnessed this cycle repeating countless times.

Following a low and long bell ringing, we set foot on the legendary road to the underworld.

Huangquan Road is a mysterious passage that spans the worlds of life and death.

It twists and turns and seems to have no end, with endless nothingness and desolation on both sides.

The road is long and lonely, with only a few staggering figures occasionally walking along the road. They maintain a tacit silence and walk towards the unknown shore silently.

There was an indescribable stench in the air, it was the smell of death and oblivion left over by the years.

On both sides of the road, there were strange blood-red flowers blooming.

These flowers look particularly enchanting in the dim light.

Their petals are as if stained with blood, so red that they are blinding and frightening.

Those flowers seem to have life, swaying gently in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance that can penetrate deep into the soul.

They seem to be using a silent language to warmly welcome every lost passerby who staggers from the human world, whispering with their enchanting gestures.

"This is your final destination; this will be the end of all your troubles and sufferings."

The flowers of the other shore bloom, and the soul returns.

This ancient spell echoes in every corner of the underworld.

A reminder for every living being, no matter how many hardships they have experienced in their life.

No matter how much regret and reluctance there is in your heart, when the red spider lily blooms, that is the destination of the soul.

Under the guidance of these two little gods of the underworld, Xiao Liuzi's soul walked step by step towards the unknown other side.

There may be confusion and reluctance in his heart, but more of it is anticipation and curiosity about the future.

Because at the end of this yellow spring road, what awaits him will be another brand new journey.

After a long journey, the bank of the Forgotten River is ahead.

Xiao Liuzi looked up and saw a pitch-black wooden bridge on both sides of the shore.

In the middle of the bridge, there are three big characters "Naihe Bridge" written on it.

The handwriting was bright red, as if blood was flowing, making people shudder.