National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"When those Netherworld priests returned to their positions, they cheated me out of nearly 10,000 Jadeite Stones. When Qi Mo returned to his position, he cheated me out of a top-grade Jadeite Stone. Emperor Chiyan was generous enough to say he would give me ten mines."

"However, the desolate planet that Fengdu Emperor and Qi Mo mentioned really does have Cthulhu from the reincarnation of the previous era." Su Mohui said seriously, "Qi Mo didn't come to our drinking party this time. I went to the desolate planet with my master..."

As Shen Jia'an listened, the people around him suddenly quieted down. When the moonlight fell on the two of them, the lights in Bai Ling's East Wasteland Main Hall were finally turned off.

He remembered that when Su Mohui was in reincarnation, every time Qi Mo sent her a letter about Su Mohui, the edges of the letter paper were always stained with debris from different eras.

There is Mars from ancient times, technological remnants from another world, the smell of ink from modern parliaments, silhouettes from the Republic of China, the scent of ink from Qin Palace bamboo slips, and the blue afterimage of the cyber heaven.

He kept all those letters in the secret compartment of the Suzaku Palace. Each letter was filled with the red heat of the Lingxu Realm, as if it was carrying the thousands of miles of human world she had traveled.

"Actually," Shen Jia'an suddenly spoke, warming the remaining wine for her with a spiritual flame, "the way you strive with all your might in the cycle of reincarnation makes you more like the 'Supreme God' than any other god."

When he handed the wine jug to her, there was a little girl holding a candied haws on the jug - that was the girl he carved with Vermillion Bird Fire, depicting Su Mohui's appearance when she was on the first continent.

Taotie's snoring could be heard in the distance, and Xuanwu's shell began to sink into the ground, obviously trying to get rid of the two drunkards.

Su Mohui clutched the warm wine, and suddenly felt her fatigue recede like the tide, leaving only the moonlight of Merlin and the warmth of her friend, tangible and real. She knew that no matter how many reincarnations she experienced, some bonds, like the fluttering wings of a psionic butterfly, would eventually transcend time and space and land in the palm of the hand where they belonged.

"Wait until the matters at hand are settled," she raised her head and drank the warm wine handed to her by Shen Jia'an. The Pansheng brush on her waist seemed to sense the owner's mood and suddenly took off, drawing a silver arc in the air, painting the moonlight in the plum blossom forest into the peaceful era of Daxia.

"Let's ask the cosmic consciousness for a long vacation, and take Qi Mo with us to the unpolluted Daxia. The wine there is buried in the ancient ferry of the Yellow River. When the jar is opened, it can cause waves and carry the aroma of wheat for ten miles."

A faint fragrance of white plum blossoms wafted from the depths of the plum blossom forest. Moonlight filtered through the branches, casting mottled shadows on her dark dress. In the distance, a group of unintoxicated spirit butterflies were carrying star sand across the eaves, outlining the outline of the Qingqiu Palace into a flowing silver edge.

Shen Jia'an gazed at the traces of light flowing across the Jusheng Pen, and suddenly recalled the great cycle of the epochs ten thousand years ago. Back then, the Lord of the Netherworld Palace was followed by the entire Nine Heavens Divine Beast Guard. When she turned in the rain of fire, she still wore the golden hairpin forged by the Queen Mother of the West in her hair.

Unlike this life, she was alone in piecing together countless causes and effects from the broken cycle of reincarnation.

"Last time in Daqin..." He joked, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the Vermillion Bird pattern on his hand. On the wine jar in front of him was still the crooked fox claw mark carved by Bai Xin. "When you were Qin Shi Huang's military advisor, you always liked to charge forward with a wine gourd poking out of your spear. The enemy said that when they saw that black cloak swaying on the city walls, they knew it was time to surrender."

"What are you talking about!" Su Mohui coughed from the wine and quickly took a bite of the fish cake. "The wine gourd you gave me leaked, forcing me to steal the enemy's!"

She looked up at the dish of grilled fish on the stone table, picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. "We agreed that when we go to Daxia this time, you have to use the Nanming Lihuo to grill the Yellow River carp for me. Don't burn the fish scales like you did last time."

"Okay, okay, okay." Shen Jia'an laughed, startling Qin Yi who had just fallen asleep. He then whispered, "Actually, during the Great Reincarnation ten thousand years ago, Qi Mo and I researched this for a long time, and we finally managed to insert the Suzaku Feather of the Tai Chi Seal into your system."

Su Mohui was stunned for a moment. When the system's voice sounded in her ears, she suddenly took out a glowing feather from her sleeve.

That’s right, it was the Vermillion Bird feather from ten thousand years ago.

There were still scorch marks on the edges of the feathers, as if they had been struck by lightning and then carefully repaired. There was a faded red rope tied at the end, which she had woven with her own hands in her modern reincarnation.

She suddenly remembered the fiery clouds she saw in every reincarnation, and the inexplicable courage that suddenly ignited in difficult situations. It turned out that it was the tenderness hidden in time by her friends.

"I'll tell Qi Mo about this later and ask him to compensate me for the green jadeite." She smiled mischievously, remembering the "profiteer" smile on Qi Mo's face during the great reincarnation ten thousand years ago.

"Actually, the cosmic consciousness gave me a revelation a long time ago," he suddenly leaned in closer, lowering his voice to make a serious joke, "It said that when the Lord of the Netherworld Palace began to yearn for the fine wine of Daxia, when the Vermillion Bird Divine Lord was always thinking about grilling carp for people, and when Emperor Fuxi kept muttering that the Bagua Formation needed someone to inherit it, the Nine Heavens' spiritual veins would truly come alive."

The night wind, wrapped in the fragrance of plum blossoms, blew through the hair of the two people. In the distance, a muffled sound came from Bai Xin's bedroom - it was obvious that the little princess had rolled off the bed.

The two smiled at each other. Su Mohui had just carried the little girl back to the bed with her spiritual power when the Pansheng Pen in the air suddenly emitted a bright light and suddenly unfolded the voice transmission picture initiated by Qi Mo in mid-air.

In the picture, the entire desolate planet was shrouded in a purple thunderstorm. A young man was leaning against a burning stone pillar of the Bagua formation, but the flames avoided his body and burned straight to the ground. One could vaguely see the divine fire of Emperor Chiyan burning the dome of the Kexi Temple.

"The Bagua formation on the Desolate Planet has been ignited, and the temple of the Remnant God of the Rick system on this Desolate Planet has also been smashed to pieces by Chi Yan and I. At this moment, the tentacles of the Remnant God of the Rick system have just retracted into the abyss."

Qi Mo swung the whip in his hand, and the swirling gale blew the last temple pillar into dust. "Just now, news came from Xuanyuan, saying that the Taoist Ziling used the Cangjie True Solution to devour the resentment of the outer gods—"

Shen Jiaan's eyes lit up with fighting spirit, and the Suzaku Lihuo instantly appeared on his shoulders, illuminating his hair red. "What do you need us to do?"

The screen suddenly froze. Qi Mo turned around, half of his face poking out from the darkness. In his left hand, he was still holding the plum wine brewed by Bai Ling. "Qi Ling sent me a message before going to bed, saying that the spirit butterfly from the East Wasteland had purified the immortal fragments brought back from the Wuhui Abyss."

He shook the wine jar towards the camera, but he could smell the aroma of wine oozing out of the jar, now mixed with the smell of gunpowder. "So, now Mo Hui can borrow the power of Xiao An's Lingbao Tianzun divine nature to send the fragments to the ruins of the Heavenly Palace in the thirty-sixth heaven."

"There lies the shattered old God's Court of the Nine Heavens. By the way, we can pray there to activate the gods of Cyber ​​Heaven who are dormant in the cycle of reincarnation—"