She became a god

The Book of Reincarnation radiated light, and faint cries of vengeful ghosts echoed within its flow, filled with resentment. Yet, when it approached the green-clad youth, it automatically emitted a gentle power, as if to soothe the faint sorrow in her sleep.

Angie couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "I should have tried this sooner. There's no such thing as being blessed with good fortune for no reason."

How could an ordinary little demon be so favored by a spiritual treasure that has been around for nearly a million years?

If you calculate the time of her birth, isn't it right after I suffered the backlash of the law of reincarnation for helping the resentful woman reincarnate and rebuild her cultivation?

Could it be that my own arbitrary alteration of the rules of reincarnation has displeased the laws of reincarnation, thus giving rise to a true spirit that seeks to transcend reincarnation?

Even true spirits that have entered the cycle of reincarnation will forget their past lives under the influence of the laws of reincarnation, so whether Angie's guess is consistent with the truth is also a suspense.

But Anqi hadn't decided yet whether she should be bold and directly refine Ye Qingzhou's soul into the Book of Reincarnation.

However, if one is unfortunate enough to guess wrong, then one will inevitably suffer a more severe backlash from the laws.

Using living souls to forge weapons is a heretical practice, while sacrificing those favored by Heaven is a grave sin.

Anqi was reluctant to gamble; she wished Ye Qingzhou would offer himself as a sacrifice.

However, according to Anqi's observation, her little apprentice did not seem to be a person with great love in her heart, and would never give up her precious life for any living being.

Besides... Feng Jiaojiao is here.

Feng Jiaojiao arrived too quickly; An Qi almost didn't have time to put away the Book of Reincarnation.

"Fellow Daoist Anqi, I've come to pick her up."

Feng Jiaojiao is different now; she would never have cared so much about an ordinary little demon in the past.

Anqi Xiu is ruthless, but that doesn't mean she can't sense the emotional fluctuations of other living beings.

The Feng Jiaojiao in my memory would never allow herself to express her preference for a living being so directly and passionately; instead, she would confidently plunder it.

It's strange that Feng Jiaojiao lacks confidence because of Ye Qingzhou.

They fear that their concern might not be obvious enough and they will miss out.

Is it because they found out something?

Unfortunately, Feng Jiaojiao did not answer An Qi's questions; she quickly reverted to her usual arrogant demeanor.

On that arrogant and unrestrained face, Anqi couldn't discern a single superfluous meaning.

It's as if he's just a parent who specially picks up and drops off the younger generation at school.

But is Feng Jiaojiao really that innocent?

"You care a lot about Ye Qingzhou, why?"

After thinking about it for a long time, Angie decided to bring up the issue.

After all, Feng Jiaojiao's behavior was so obvious that it wasn't unreasonable for a fellow Daoist to show concern.

Unexpectedly, Feng Jiaojiao replied very readily, "I need to keep her by my side."

"why?"

This was the second time Anqi had asked for the reason. Feng Jiaojiao carefully examined Ye Qingzhou's sleeping face and said, "May she live a long and happy life."

Angie was stunned. "This is really not something you would say."

Feng Jiaojiao raised her eyes and glanced at the void above, "You've chosen a successor, and now you want to demonstrate the Law of Reincarnation in front of another disciple. This is so unlike you."

Unexpectedly, Feng Jiaojiao has become so powerful that she can actually sense the residual aura of the Law of Reincarnation in the air.

However, Feng Jiaojiao didn't seem to know much about Ye Qingzhou's background and even suspected that An Qi had the idea of ​​changing the crown prince.

On the day she decided to take on a disciple, Anqi vowed not to raise Gu poison, but to train only one successor.

After accepting Meng Jing as her husband, An Qi never regretted it, even though Meng Jing was not very good at handling political affairs.

Now, I have no regrets.

After all, this unconscious little disciple is most likely going to sacrifice his life for his own path, so he is not worth any more emotional investment.

Deep affection is short-lived. Once Anqi decides to give up something, she will fully demonstrate the power of the ruthless path.

"I just wanted to see if she could figure out the whereabouts of 'Tales of the Underworld,' and I never thought about changing the successor."

Anqi replied half-jokingly, then turned her attention to Feng Jiaojiao, saying, "But you are always too nice to my little apprentice."

Feng Jiaojiao mumbled, "She deserves it. Aren't you extremely good to her too?"

Angie fell silent. A lively, adorable, and affectionate fluffy creature was certainly worthy of love, but compared to ascending to godhood, it was still too insignificant.

During Anqi's silence, Feng Jiaojiao had already pulled Ye Qingzhou into her arms.

"You're taking her away?"

"Hmm." Feng Jiaojiao didn't understand why An Qi, who was usually aloof, seemed more worldly and down-to-earth today, and kept asking questions.

Then, Feng Jiaojiao chuckled and said, "Aren't you reluctant to part with her?"

Angie seemed annoyed and waved her hand, "Take her away!"

Feng Jiaojiao thought to herself, An Qi is still the same as always, she doesn't like small talk, she doesn't like sentimentality, and she's indifferent to parting.

Just before Feng Jiaojiao stepped out of the Samsara Palace, An Qi suddenly said, "Don't come back once you're gone!"

Feng Jiaojiao was surprised and subconsciously turned around to look at the dark figure in the hall.

Inside the eerily quiet hall, only a few dim lamps burned, their flickering red candlelight obscuring her expression.

For some reason, Feng Jiaojiao felt that An Qi at this moment did not seem like the Lord of the Underworld, but rather like a fierce ghost about to break free from the shackles of the Underworld.

Out of consideration for their long-standing friendship and for the current situation in the Six Realms, Feng Jiaojiao solemnly said, "It's a good thing that you've broken through to the Tribulation Transcending stage, but what you should do next is not to advance but to consolidate your position. Haste makes waste."

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Angie seemed to let out a barely audible sigh, "It's different."

What exactly is the difference?

Even after Feng Jiaojiao left the underworld, she still didn't understand what was different.

Inside the Samsara Palace, Anqi lowered her gaze and swept it over a pile of ruins—the destruction she herself had personally caused.

"In the end, I still had too many concerns!"

"Was it because he softened his heart, or because he still had reason?"

There was no response for a long time in the vast Hall of Reincarnation.

This is normal, because Angie expelled all the monks, including her most admired successor, Meng Jing.

Or perhaps, Angie rejected all external interference.

She only trusts herself.

After a long while, this Lord of the Underworld, a powerful being who fought his way out and single-handedly increased the number of hells to thirty-three, chuckled softly.

Why should she bother herself with unnecessary troubles?

Finding "Tales of the Underworld" is of paramount importance.

After completing "Tales of the Underworld", I will seek out Ye Qingzhou again.

If she is a true spirit of reincarnation, then Ye Qingzhou is an opportunity bestowed upon her by heaven.

If it weren't for the True Spirit of Reincarnation, Ye Qingzhou would probably have survived by sheer luck.

Survive! She won't shirk her responsibility; she'll make amends!

In any case, Angie was prepared to bear all the karmic consequences of killing her disciple.

No living being could hinder Angie's pursuit of the Dao.

Even the soft, sticky, and fluffy things I loved most when I was young are not allowed!

Those who cultivate immortality, if they hear the Dao in the morning, can die content in the evening.

How can we hesitate and look back because of trivial matters of love and affection!

Anqi willingly cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness, gladly giving up everything for the Great Dao.

Even if it means sacrificing one's life on the path to enlightenment, one must never be like an ordinary cultivator who is misled by excessive sentimentality!