Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

"how's it going?"

Zhao Wentian strode forward, walked to Gongyang Wan's side, and skillfully reached out to rein her in.

Then he carefully supported her and helped her jump down from the height.

His gaze was fixed on Gongyang Wan, revealing obvious concern.

The moment Gongyang Wan's eyes met Zhao Wentian's, her heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, pounding wildly.

The words that were already on the tip of her tongue suddenly seemed to be blocked by something, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words.

After all, they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and all the words in Gongyang Wan's heart turned into a blank.

As the cold wind blew, her already slightly flushed cheeks became even redder, like ripe apples, the blush impossible to conceal.

Zhao Wentian naturally noticed the unusual expression on Gongyang Wan's face. He frowned slightly, feeling somewhat puzzled.

He looked at the snowflakes dancing in the sky, and without hesitation, reached out and gently placed his hand on Gongyang Wan's cloak.

With his movement, a warm aura instantly spread throughout Gongyang Wan's body.

This is a precious technique that Zhao Wentian has cultivated. He can use this method to transmit spiritual power to others and resist the cold.

Gongyang Wan felt a warm current surge into her heart, and her previously stiff body gradually relaxed.

However, this sudden warmth made her heart pound even harder, almost bursting out of her chest.

"No... Your Excellency, I'm not cold, I..."

Gongyang Wan's voice trembled slightly. She took a deep breath, wanting to explain her situation, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't know how to continue.

"Aren't you cold?" Zhao Wentian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Then why is your face so red?"

His tone was slightly sarcastic, clearly indicating that he was saying it on purpose.

Gongyang Wan's face flushed even redder in an instant. She lowered her head in embarrassment, inwardly cursing herself for being so weak.

Just as she was about to speak again, Zhao Wentian suddenly asked, "Did you bring the things?"

Gongyang Wan untied the baggage, revealing Huo Qubing's heart, which was contained in a brocade box.

At this moment, the nine-colored mist shimmered and flowed.

After Zhao Wentian took it, he casually tossed it into the world of the stone tablet.

"You did very well, Wan'er..."

Upon hearing the name Wan'er, Gongyang Wan's face flushed crimson.

She never expected Zhao Wentian to call her that; his words were a direct rebuke, leaving Gongyang Wan completely flustered.

"My Lord Marquis... Wan'er has long been yours... I would do anything for you without regret..."

Zhao Wentian clapped his hands and shouted, "Zhuo'er, let's go!"

Gongyang Wan froze on the spot.

"My Lord Marquis... Wan'er..." Upon hearing this call, Gongyang Wan felt a strange sensation welling up inside her.

She looked closely and saw Gongyang Zhuo grinning and making faces at her, a sight that was both infuriating and hilarious.

Gongyang Wan's face instantly turned bright red. She was both ashamed and angry, and inwardly cursed her younger brother for becoming more and more irresponsible.

She stomped her feet in anger, her stomping hard on the snow, making a "crunching" sound, as if venting her dissatisfaction.

Just then, the carriage curtain was lifted, and Zhao Wentian's voice came out: "Wan'er, why aren't you getting on?"

Gongyang Wan looked over upon hearing the sound and saw Zhao Wentian looking at her with concern.

Gongyang Wan hesitated for a moment, but still stepped onto the carriage.

However, just as she sat down, Zhao Wentian suddenly lowered the curtain, then, suppressing a laugh, said with a serious expression:

“Zhuo’er, if your sister doesn’t want to ride in the carriage, let her ride a horse outside.”

Upon hearing this, Gongyang Zhuo immediately perked up. He turned to Gongyang Wan and, with a smug grin, mimicked Zhao Wentian's tone, saying:

"Sister, my brother-in-law said that if you don't want to ride in a carriage, you should go outside and ride a horse."

Upon hearing this, Gongyang Wan was so angry that she almost fainted.

She pursed her lips tightly, her chest heaving violently; she was clearly furious.

She glared at Gongyang Zhuo, her eyes seeming to spit fire.

Just as Gongyang Wan passed by Gongyang Zhuo, she suddenly reached out and twisted Gongyang Zhuo's ear with lightning speed.

Gongyang Zhuo let out a miserable cry of "Ouch!" and grimaced in pain.

"Tsk, Ah Zhuo... you've really gotten yourself into trouble, haven't you? You're always climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles if I don't discipline you!" Gongyang Wan cursed angrily.

"Brother-in-law, save me!" Gongyang Zhuo screamed in pain, his voice even more awful than a pig being slaughtered.

"Alright, stop fooling around... get on the horse quickly."

.....

Chang'an City.

"Lin Qiye, is it... that you can't go back?" Not long after Gongyang Wan left, Chloe asked in shock.

Lin Qiye nodded slightly, his voice calm yet helpless: "That's right, as you said, with the current power of faith, it's impossible to use the Holy Covenant to teleport me back to the world two thousand years in the future. In that case, I won't go back."

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing Lin Qiye's already anxious heart to die completely.

Especially when he learned that Emperor Wu of Han was actually Zhao Kongcheng,

He was even more determined to live a good life.

"Then...can you live that long?" Chloe's voice was hesitant, as if she was worried about whether Lin Qiye could live to see the future.

Lin Qiye smiled slightly, raised his hand, showed a bell in his hand, and then shook it gently.

In an instant, the bell rang with a clear, crisp sound.

Then, like a Transformer, it quickly unfolded and transformed into an ancient and solemn bell, which landed steadily in the courtyard.

The large bell looks quite heavy, and it is covered with ancient runes and patterns, exuding a mysterious and majestic aura.

The moment it landed, it seemed to shake the entire courtyard, and even the surrounding air seemed to become heavy.

"I have a very, very long lifespan, so there's absolutely nothing to worry about."

Lin Qiye explained, his gaze falling on the large bell, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"And this bell is called the Eastern Emperor Bell, which is no ordinary bell. It was borrowed by my father from the Three Heavenly Venerables of the Heavenly Court."

"The Eastern Emperor Bell?" Chloe was clearly familiar with the name; her eyes lit up immediately.

"I've heard of it; it's an extremely powerful magical artifact that can suppress time!"

Lin Qiye nodded, his hand gently stroking the surface of the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Feeling that ancient and powerful force, he slowly said:

"That's right, as long as the Eastern Emperor Bell rings, it means I've returned to where I started. I need to avoid being like my future self..."

"Then I should go too." Chloe stretched in the courtyard.

"The grand plan to establish a religion has made no progress, so it's time to leave."