Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Shen Zhezhu has been an immortal for who knows how long, but he has always been unwilling to cross this threshold.

He sat at the foot of the monument, refusing to go up, which prevented the laws governing this place from being fully understood.

Seeing Shen Zhezhu's shameless appearance, even the Heavenly Dao was almost amused by his arrogance.

He looked at Shen Zhezhu and said coldly, "Shen Zhezhu, now that you have achieved the Great Dao, why bother seeking an answer?"

"That was Gu Yao's last act of tenderness towards you; you should know that."

Shen Zhezhu shifted his body, as if his neck had become stiff from looking upwards for too long. He turned blankly to the young man in front of him, lowered his eyes, and said, "I know, but I don't need to."

Having stayed beneath this stone tablet for so long, memories I thought I had forgotten have been rekindled and renewed amidst endless regret.

He hated, he resented, but he couldn't find anyone he could hate or resent anymore.

His body returned to the Heavenly Way, and the mortal world vanished.

Then he is just a tiny speck in the vast mortal world.

The Heavenly Dao sighed and looked into the distant distance, towards the direction of the Heavenly Qian Sect.

He had a vague feeling that Gu Xuanzhi was about to break through.

If Shen Zhezhu doesn't leave, the whole world will be in chaos.

We've finally managed to get things back on track; we absolutely cannot afford to make any more mistakes.

He turned his head to look at the repaired corner of the stone tablet and apologized to Gu Yao in his heart.

He reached out and touched Shen Zhezhu's brow.

Since you're so eager to know his final whereabouts, then be prepared to watch your beloved die for the rest of your life.

The young man harbored some malicious thoughts of revenge and always found the person in front of him rather displeasing.

If he had to choose between the two, he would naturally lean towards Gu Yao.

Gu Yao wanted this person to harbor hatred towards him, so that he could ascend to the Great Dao without any burden. Why should he let him have his way?

He tricked himself by forcibly resurrecting Gu Xuanzhi.

After going to the mortal world, what did I learn but not anything else, except how to sacrifice myself to save others?

The young man who had received all of Gu Yao's memories chuckled, looked at the dazed Shen Zhezhu, and quietly waited for him to wake up.

Shen Zhezhu felt as if he had fallen into a dream, in which he saw more of the scenes he had not seen that day.

To be precise, he was trapped inside his own body, watching Gu Yao make the same choice.

Borrowing the power of all living beings from all directions, forcibly undergoing tribulation!

The sky collapsed, and all things fell silent.

He watched as the man threw himself into the center of the thundercloud, the place where the sky collapsed most violently.

"I, Gu Yao, offer my life as a sacrifice, willingly returning to the Heavenly Way to open the path to Heaven!"

Besides that, he heard another voice from the far side.

"Today, I, Gu Yao, offer my life as a sacrifice, my blood as a catalyst, to protect the prosperity of the You Su clan!"

The two voices intertwined, deafeningly loud, tearing Shen Zhezhu's heart to shreds and causing a sharp pain in his head.

He seemed to see another Gu Yao, those beautiful emerald eyes, now lifeless.

Two figures, both dressed in red, two spirit swords...

Youthful beauty fades...

The pale eyes and the bright blue eyes overlapped...

Master...

In that instant, Shen Zhezhu saw the two worlds resonating, the two worlds trembling! Roaring!

Two blood-stained hands met at the gap in the sky.

Two hearts that both wanted to protect resonated at this moment, and in an instant, a world-destroying power erupted, shattering time and space, and the formation that had imprisoned this world for thousands of years also collapsed piece by piece in this turbulent current.

And that body, already at its last gasp, turned to ashes in this furnace fueled by the power of countless living beings.

The spiritual blood transformed into sweet rain that fell upon the world, while the body returned to the Heavenly Dao Stele to complete the laws of this place.

Shen Zhezhu reached out to grab it, trying to grasp even the slightest bit, but was trapped inside her body and unable to move.

The boy roared with red eyes, his heart feeling like it had been slowly tortured a thousand times over.

"Master!"

"Don't go!"

"I was wrong……"

"Don't leave me!"

But his plea for help went unanswered. The red figure seemed to thank someone else and then calmly accepted its death.

"Master!"

The boy let out a shrill and pitiful roar, which seemed to attract Gu Yao's attention. He turned his head to look at the boy who was shrouded in black mist.

His eyes held a deep sense of guilt and...love that could no longer be concealed.

He reached out to touch the boy again, but he was too weak to do so.

His body was too heavy, too burdensome...

Shen Zhezhu was so shocked that he couldn't believe it.

His fingertips trembled as he reached out to try and catch the vanishing hand, but he could only watch it dissipate into specks of light.

The young man's light-colored eyes held tenderness and subtle worries, just like the years they spent together on Green Bamboo Peak.

He looked at him, his figure dissipating, but his eyes and brows held a smile.

He said, "Don't cry."

Shen Zhezhu waited in a daze for his next words.

But there wasn't a single reassuring word for him: "I'm here."

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

For him, the only vibrant beauty in the world had crumbled at this moment.

From then on, he could roam freely in the vast sky and sea.

No one can imprison him anymore.

He is free.

But he will never see the myriad sights of the world again.

The beloved is lost forever, and the landscape loses its color.

The young man's gaze remained fixed on Shen Zhezhu's face until... the very last moment.

Then, he completely returned to the Way of Heaven.

There was no trace of him left, neither in heaven nor on earth.

In the end, however, he still managed to wash away Shen Zhezhu's violent aura, heal the scars on the boy's body, and pave the way for his success.

In the long years to come, Shen Zhezhu will live a life of happiness and tranquility, free from pain and disaster.

This was the answer Shen Zhezhu wanted.

This is also the feeling that Gu Yao is unwilling to reveal.

"So, do you understand now?"

The Heavenly Dao looked at the disheveled person before it, calmly raised its hand, and opened the gate to the Upper Realm. "You should leave..."

Shen Zhezhu stared at her fingertips, still not quite understanding what was happening. Her fingertips trembled and curled up as she looked at the young man with a blank expression. "Where... should I go now?"

"I...I can't find him..."

The boy looked distressed, clenching his fists as if he could leave even a trace of the person's breath in his palm.

The Heavenly Dao sighed softly, pointed to the door, and said, "You shouldn't have let his good intentions go to waste..."

Shen Zhezhu lowered his eyes, glanced at the door, slowly stood up, and then looked up at the towering stone tablet. "Is there any hope that he can come back to life?"

The Heavenly Dao gently stroked the stone tablet, which had regained its luster, shook its head, and seemed somewhat regretful, "It's gone..."

How can there still be hope?

Everything has been set right.

Shen Zhezhu lowered his eyes and slowly walked towards the unknown door.

Is there no hope?

Even if it goes against fate, he will give it a try!

Crossing that gate was extremely difficult. In the turbulent current, Shen Zhezhu's spiritual body was destroyed, but he no longer cared.

Anyway, it's useless now.

How long exactly?

So long ago, even Shen Zhezhu himself had forgotten.

I felt as if my soul had been worn away and dissipated.

He could no longer remember where he came from or where he was going.

When he saw the light again, he saw a person standing beside an altar.

He heard someone call that person, "Lord Qingyan".

I vaguely heard that it was about some kind of tribulation.

Shen Zhezhu didn't care about any of these things; he only cared that this person named Qing Yan had a very familiar aura about him.

The scent that haunted his dreams.

He instinctively followed the man and fell down the altar together.

He lost consciousness.