Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 492 His Protection

Chu Xuantian suddenly stood up, her hands clenched into fists.

The girl she had seen in the Blood Moon Mirror's death zone remained her nightmare, as did the stone that pierced through the void and pierced her skull...

As a goddess, she seemed to have countless followers and great power, but she was not at ease.

She knew that her time was running out. If she delayed any longer, and that girl or the reclusive master who had thrown the stone came to her, she would be powerless to fight back!

Seeking help from the Star Clan, fusing with the fragments of her soul and the divine essence of the Creator God, is her only way out.

"You have three days to find out who's behind these health supplements!"

"Your Excellency, no one is allowed to enter the forbidden area of Holy Light Peak without permission!"

The gods and servants shuddered and quickly bowed their heads, saying, "Yes."

Qin Youyou looked at Chu Xuantian, whose expression was constantly changing, and remained silent.

She kept thinking about how to retrieve the fragments of her soul.

"Soul, come back! Qin Youyou, soul, come back!" Qin Youyou cried out in her mind.

"Qin Youyou! Qin Youyou! Qin Youyou!"

"Come back quickly, Youyou! Come back!"

I called out eighty times, but the other person didn't respond at all.

A question mark slowly appeared in Qin Youyou's mind.

Is it possible that only by killing Chu Xuantian can one retrieve their soul fragments?

She had wanted to do this for a long time, but in order to avoid attracting the attention of StarClan, she couldn't act rashly.

With her eyes darting around, Qin Youyou watched Chu Xuantian's hurried departure, and a plan came to mind.

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Yun Zhiyao's hands were tied to a cross, and her body was covered in horrific bloody welts from being whipped.

His once neatly combed white beard was now disheveled and stained with bright red blood.

"Who instructed you? Tell me or not!" The servant's whip lashed him hard.

Yun Zhiyao's lips moved, and a cold laugh escaped her lips: "Heh, you'll never know."

Another fierce lash.

The servant of the god said menacingly, "I advise you to stop harboring illusions. With the goddess's return, all your secrets will be exposed!"

This once high and mighty First Divine Servant had fallen into the hands of this lowly Divine Servant, giving him a sense of exhilaration in having great power in his grasp.

So this is what it feels like to be above others.

"Pah!" He spat a mouthful of saliva onto the servant's face.

The servant of the god raised his hand in disbelief and wiped it away. The next moment, his eyes were filled with madness.

"Old man, I think you're asking for death!" He mustered all his strength and lashed down hard. The cracking of the whip and the servant's curses echoed throughout the cell, but there wasn't a single groan or plea for mercy.

Yun Zhiyao gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly.

The Soul-Binding Rope restricted his strength, and he was also fed poison that seeped into his internal organs. He felt dizzy and his head was spinning. It was very likely that his time was coming to an end.

A murky tear slid down his eyelid and landed on the gruesome wound, the pain of which had already numbed him.

A scene from a year ago, reflected in the Blood Moon Mirror, suddenly flashed through my mind:

A frail girl, her face indistinct...

A fierce wind howled, whipping her long hair as she stood atop the shoulder of a colossal ice beast, a white jade bow in her hand, and fired a resolute arrow toward the blood moon.

In this world today, how many people can recognize Him from a blurry figure?

Perhaps only the distant clouds remain.

But now, he is going to die too.

He mumbled incoherently.

"Who else will remember you?"

"It's still a regret..."

All the events of this life flash before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

He was once just an ordinary hood maker, but after deciphering fragments of ancient books, he used his imagination to create the hoods of those "evil gods" in the eyes of the world.

People generally believed that he made those hoods to mock evil gods.

After all, they are so ugly.

Little did he know that during the creation of the object, he had a sudden inspiration and was able to glimpse the true face of the "evil god"—it was not an evil god, but an ancient god.

A red mole between her eyebrows, her smile as bright and clear as the moon.

Supreme, virtuous, and compassionate.

He was unable to create His true appearance; his hands were out of control, manipulated by a terrifying force, and could only produce incorrect, distorted forms.

Invisible rules are constraining him.

He understood that this power and these rules were contrary to history and truth, and covered up everything that had happened!

However, he saw the true holy light, and enlightenment arose in his spiritual sea. From then on, he was able to glimpse the great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and his originally mediocre talent underwent a transformation.

From that moment on, the world lost a hood maker and gained a hero, a seeker of truth.

With a glimmer of hope that never faded, he shouldered the heavy responsibility of saving all living beings alone. From then on, he changed his name and surname, and walked alone in the shadows to bury the true history and for that fallen ancient god.

His headgear shop was also passed down to his only daughter, A-Liu, in Xingyuan City.

From then on, worldly affairs were no longer relevant to him.

He only cared about the common people.

However, the burden of the common people is too heavy for him to bear alone.

A bitter smile crept across Yun Zhiyao's lips.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"So you're not going to talk, are you? Searching God!"

Taking advantage of the prisoner's weakest moment, the servant of God pressed his five fingers on the top of his head!

A powerful spirit barged into Yun Zhiyao's spiritual sea, revealing everything he had done over the past ten thousand years while carrying the burden of the Holy Light Temple.

"Heh, I never expected this! The First Divine Servant of the Holy Light Temple is actually the biggest traitor who betrayed the Goddess!"

"So, it turns out that the escape of three thousand wandering souls eighty years ago was your doing..."

"Heh, that so-called chivalrous swordsman's sudden disappearance was also thanks to you!"

"Wait, the force behind you is... heh, seems to be a woman?"

A golden light suddenly burst forth in Yun Zhiyao's mind! It blinded the divine servant, causing a sharp pain in his head!

"Ah! Ah! What is that?!"

His hand jerked off Yun Zhiyao's head as if he'd been electrocuted. He clutched his head, let out a wail, and the next moment, two streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.

The face of the true God must not be presumptuously peered upon!

"Ah, you old bastard, what have you done to me!"

Like a mad dog, he drew the whip from his waist and unleashed another frenzied lashing!

"Die! Die!"

The excruciating pain spread throughout his body, while the poison in his blood spread even more rapidly.

Yun Zhiyao felt that she was really about to die...

"Is it you?"

A slight smile crept onto his lips.

Was that the one who had just appeared in his mind's eye and protected him with holy light?

He was content knowing that He was still alive.

Then he died a worthy death.

The whips lashed out like raindrops, crackling and popping incessantly.