Reborn as a tree, the peerless god is obsessed

Five hundred years later.

Mount Longhua, high above the nine heavens, is shrouded in clouds and mist, and is filled with ethereal air.

Deep in this dreamlike mountain range, there is a cave. Above the gate are four golden characters "Xuanqing Yunque" written on it. The golden light is shining, revealing endless majesty and mystery.

This is Ling Ziqian's villa, like a place forgotten by time, as if time has stopped here for five hundred years.

In the cave's courtyard, plum blossoms bloom, their fragrance filling the air, as if telling stories of the past. Each blossom is like a frozen moment in time, witnessing countless joys and sorrows.

If Xue Yao walked in from outside, she would be extremely surprised. Isn't this the cave in Longhua Mountain where her soul visited when she was in seclusion in the Yaolin Secret Garden on Meihua Mountain in the human world?

Five hundred years passed by like a flash, but they passed quietly while Xueyao was sleeping.

Back then, she had overheard someone mention Ling Ziqian and, out of curiosity, had sought out this cave. She then transformed into a butterfly, hiding in a tree, and witnessed Ling Ziqian, surrounded by a crowd, arrive and enter the cave on his companion beast, the Fire Qilin.

At that time, she clearly saw these four words - "Xuanqing Yunque".

Unfortunately, after the battle with Ling Ziqian, she fell into a coma for five hundred years.

This day is the fifth day of the third month in the 10,608th year of the Jiutian Dali Xuanqing period.

Xuanqing is Ling Ziqian's honorific title. Ten thousand years ago, after waking up, he ascended to a high position and became the Lord of the Nine Heavens, honored with the title Xuanqing.

His name, like thunder, resounded throughout the nine heavens, and was known to everyone.

In the backyard, inside Meixiang Pavilion.

Yes, there is a courtyard here, also called Plum Fragrance Pavilion. Its layout is exactly the same as the Plum Fragrance Pavilion in the Heavenly Palace. This was built by Ling Ziqian specifically for Xue Yao. Every brick and tile, every blade of grass and every tree, carries his thoughts and deep affection for her.

"Yao'er, it's been five hundred years, and you still don't want to wake up?" Ling Ziqian, with a face full of stubble, sat in front of Xue Yao's bed, holding Xue Yao's hand, his words full of regret and sadness.

His eyes revealed endless fatigue, yet a hint of expectation, as if he was waiting for a miracle to happen.

Such scenes have appeared every day for the past five hundred years.

I am no longer surprised by the swords and sword shadows hidden in the dark.

Ling Ziqian's face looked haggard. For five hundred years, he had never given up protecting Xue Yao. His eyes were filled with deep remorse and guilt, as if all this was his fault.

His fingers gently stroked the back of Xueyao's hand. It was a gentle and delicate movement, as if he was afraid of disturbing her sleep.

"Yao'er, I'm sorry for you." Ling Ziqian's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of sob, "I promised you that I would never let you get hurt, but I..."

Ling Ziqian knew that he had broken Xue Yao's heart.

That year, when the Tianxuan Sword pierced Xue Yao, his heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe.

The moment he caught Xueyao, he couldn't help but murmur, "Yao'er, wake up. I will do whatever you want. Even if it means taking my life, I will give it to you."

Thinking back to the scenes of that year, my heart ached and my eyes turned red.

His gaze fell on Xueyao's face, a face as pure as snow, peaceful and tranquil.

"Yao'er, wake up, I miss you." Ling Ziqian's voice was trembling. As he spoke, tears fell unconsciously, dripping onto the back of Xueyao's hand, leaving a wet mark.

"What's going on?" Xueyao's fingers moved as if she felt something.

Ling Ziqian rubbed his eyes and looked at Xueyao's hands, which were so white that they were almost transparent, and said to himself, "I am really dazzled."

The next moment, Xueyao's fingers moved again, and then her brows knitted together slightly, as if she was trying to break free from some kind of restraint. Ling Ziqian's heart trembled, and he held Xueyao's hand tightly, fearing that she would fall asleep again.

"Yao'er, can you hear me?" Ling Ziqian's voice was anxious, his eyes full of expectation.

His heart tightened. He wished Xueyao could wake up, even if it was just to give him a smile.

Xueyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. Everything in front of her seemed so strange, yet with a hint of familiarity. Her eyes fell on Ling Ziqian's face, a face she had never seen before, yet it seemed familiar.

"Yao'er, you finally woke up?" Ling Ziqian was a little excited, and two lines of tears continued to flow without him realizing it.

Xue Yao did not answer, but stared at Ling Ziqian in a daze.

"You, who are you?" After a moment, Xueyao's voice came, very light, with a hint of fatigue, but also a hint of determination.

Ling Ziqian was stunned for a long time before realizing that Xue Yao was talking to him.

Wait, what did she just say?

Asked who he was, didn't Xueyao recognize him?

"Yao'er, you..." Ling Ziqian's heart sank, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Did Xueyao no longer want to talk to him? Or did she hate him so much that she didn't know what to say?

"Yao'er, it's me, it's me!" Ling Ziqian's voice was a little anxious, "You, don't you recognize me?"

He thought of all the possible scenarios that might happen after Xue Yao woke up: she might come to settle the score with him, leave in anger, or pretend not to know him, but he never thought that she really didn't recognize him.

Xue Yao shook her head in bewilderment, and pointed her index finger at herself with difficulty, "I, should know you? But I've never seen you before!"

Ling Ziqian felt as if his heart had been struck hard, and he felt dizzy and his heart instantly sank to the bottom. He had never imagined that Xueyao had lost her memory.

Jian Xiao and Jian Ying appeared from the darkness, watching the scene with worry on their faces.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, maybe it's just temporary." Jian Xiao comforted.

"Yes, yes, yes." Sword Shadow echoed.

Ling Ziqian took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He suppressed the grief in his heart and said as gently as possible: "Yao'er, I am Ling Ziqian, your...lover." His voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of expectation and anxiety.

Xueyao's eyes were filled with confusion. "My love? How come I don't have any impression of you at all?"

Having said that, for some reason, she felt that the person in front of her seemed familiar. What was going on?

At this moment, a mysterious aura quietly approached. Suddenly, a white shadow appeared in the room. He smiled gently and said, "Ayao, you really woke up. That's great."

When he learned that Xueyao had woken up, he was excited at first, but then he couldn't believe it and instantly traveled here.

"Ajian, is that you?" Xueyao's voice was full of surprise.

As she spoke, she habitually stroked Qiu Fengjian's tails. Those nine fluffy tails were something she had always been unable to resist.

Ling Ziqian felt a pang of pain in his heart, and his heart was filled with jealousy. Xue Yao actually knew Qiu Fengjian, so she had only forgotten him?

"Yao'er, I'm Ling Ziqian, don't you remember me?" Ling Ziqian's voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

Xue Yao shook her head, her expression still confused: "I really don't remember, but I always feel that you are very familiar."

Ling Ziqian's heart ached, and a flash of despair flashed in his eyes. He wished Xueyao could regain her memory, but she didn't even remember who he was.

Qiu Fengjian, knowing that Xue Yao had forgotten Ling Ziqian, felt indescribable joy in his heart, and the flowers bloomed in uncontrollable joy.

So, he tried to take Xueyao away.

As expected, Xueyao still used the same excuse as before, saying that she liked him very much but could not go with him.

Helpless, he had to compromise again and respect Xueyao's choice as always.

He loves Xueyao, and he only wants her to live happily. He will always protect her silently.

Seeing this, Ling Ziqian felt a little sour, but at the same time, he felt somewhat comforted. After comforting himself, he straightened his back.

"Yao'er, have a good rest. I will find a way to help you recover your memory." Ling Ziqian's voice was very gentle, and his eyes were full of determination.

Xueyao nodded and said tiredly, "Okay."

Ling Ziqian gently tucked in the quilt for Xueyao, his eyes filled with endless tenderness and doting. He wished Xueyao could quickly recover her memory and return to his side.

In the following days, Ling Ziqian took Xueyao to travel all over the world, trying to awaken her memory.

They went to the Meixiang Pavilion in the Heavenly Palace and to the Meihua Mountain in the human world, but Xueyao still had no memory of the past.

Until one day, they came to the Xuanqing Yunque in Longhua Mountain. Xue Yao looked at the four words "Xuanqing Yunque" and suddenly some blurry images flashed through her mind. Her head began to hurt. Ling Ziqian supported her anxiously, "Yao'er, what's wrong with you?"

Xueyao closed her eyes tightly, trying to grasp those fading memories, and the past came flooding back like a tide...

Another hundred years passed, and it was still the fifth day of March.

Ling Ziqian finally married Xueyao.

Xueyao, dressed in a wedding dress, was filled with emotion.

It turned out that she and Ling Ziqian had been destined to be together for three lifetimes.