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Endless Spiritual Energy drifted across the world, and the land quickly recovered its vitality.

In just a quarter of an hour, Lan Xi opened her eyes and stopped her chanting.

The sun shone warmly on the earth in this realm.

A gentle breeze caressed her, lifting her light blue long dress, and her jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, her beauty beyond compare.

He was so captivated by her that he was rendered speechless.

She was an immortal, a supreme deity.

She said she wanted to marry him.

It all felt like a dream.

But while he was still dazed, Lan Xi stepped forward, plunged into his arms, and gave him a big hug.

"Ah Qing, the Ends of the World are right here. Go, search for it with sincerity. Traverse every inch of land, slowly looking. One day in heaven, a year on earth, I will wait for you for ten thousand more years. You must find it and come back to marry me!"

Her words, each one like a flame, ignited feelings in his heart that he had never dared to express.

He nodded vigorously, silently vowing, ’He would definitely find the Ends of the World she sought!’

Afterward, Lan Xi watched him walk down the road to the Mortal World in search of the Ends of the World she desired.

But where are the Ends of the World?

A faint smile curled the corners of Lan Xi’s lips, and she staggered a step backward.

Watching the man’s retreating figure, she murmured to herself, "Ah Qing! You are so foolish!"

In this world, if the Ends of the World existed, they were nearby, within a certain part of your body.

She didn’t know if this counted as eternal farewell.

In ten thousand years, she hoped that when he understood this truth and returned, she would still be alive and well.

Because of him, she didn’t want to die.

It was also fortunate that he didn’t know she had already taken vows to be joined in marriage to another before the heavens.

That way, he could leave so jauntily.

If he returned and she was still alive, even if it defied the wishes of heaven, she would marry him.

If he came back and she was dead...

Then she would let him go, to be reborn into Reincarnation and forget about her!

Lan Xi returned to the heavens.

By the afternoon, the altar to purify six hundred Mortal Worlds was ready.

Six hundred Mortal Worlds.

Her healing was supposed to take eighty-one days, yet she was summoned after only thirty days.

Her body was already infiltrated by Demonic Qi. Although she could summon Spiritual Energy to purify the earth’s veins and absorb all disease, she knew very well that this time the odds were against her.

That’s why she had deceived Ah Qing into leaving.

She feared he wouldn’t be able to handle it and would do something foolish.

She was a deity, nourished by the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth, an offspring of immortals. From a young age, she held the utmost status but also bore the responsibility of a deity, carrying the lives of all under heaven on her shoulders.

When it mattered most, everyone else had reason to retreat, but she couldn’t shrink back, not even half a step.

If there were no people left in the world, deity would cease to exist, and heaven and earth would close once more.

She had enjoyed tens of thousands of years of unique honor, and because that honor was unique to her, her mission could not be replaced by anyone else.

Even if she had to die, she would still protect her duty.

Moreover...

Lan Yan was a Goddess, and the Goddess for all eternity. Even though she may not be as powerful as before, with the Goddess Palace present, no one would dare act rashly.

Rong Feng was her disciple. Having acknowledged him before the Emperor of Heaven, no one dared to trouble him anymore.

Sanqi and Chaos lived their own lives without her need to worry.

Her master had Mi Xi to look after him.

Only Ah Qing!

When she left, there wasn’t a single person by his side. Such a reclusive and cruel person would surely have no friends at all.

"Xixi, the altar has been built," Lan Yan, seeing her daughter in a daze, stepped forward, touched her head, and held her in her embrace.

"Mother, Xixi will be fine!" Lan Xi didn’t want her mother to worry, so she nodded lightly, pretending to be at ease.

At that moment, at the center connecting the six hundred Mortal Worlds, a hundred-zhang-tall altar had been built.

Lan Xi bathed and dressed in the Purple Mist Pavilion, donning the goddess attire she had never worn before.

It was a set of blue robes with a long train that required ten people to hold so she could walk.

It was said to be the ceremonial dress worn by the first generation Goddess of Life during rituals, preserved in the Goddess Palace, only to be worn during major ceremonies.

Lan Yan had never worn it, as she was not yet worthy.

But her daughter, wearing it, was going to her death.

...

The Lan Xi Ritual!

Soon, the area around the altar was crowded with people.

Lan Xi stood below the altar, gazing at the towering structure above her, her face solemn. Then, with a thunderous rumble of bells and drums, she lifted her steps and moved forward.

Mi Xi stood at the base of the altar.

He watched the girl before him, struck with awe for the first time, her image filling his eyes and heart everywhere.

That aqua-blue robe, with a long train dragging on the ground, seemed to float with her every step, as if sacred clouds were lifting her towards the highest point in the heavens.

Her graceful and delicate figure, with black hair cascading over her shoulders, and her forehead adorned with beautiful tassels alongside sparkling precious stones, made her a goddess at that moment; her beauty, her tenderness, and her proud and pure silhouette were deeply imprinted in his heart.

He had always thought that love was nothing more than a word or phrase written in storybooks.

Merely a fancy in times of boredom, with no real proof.

But when he truly encountered such beauty, like a delicate flower swaying in the spring breeze.

When she blossomed, and you happened to be there.

That moment, all her beauty whirled endlessly in his heart, converting those ridiculed and imagined fallacies into a palpable reality.

At the moment his heart stirred, he knew he had made a colossal mistake.

How he wished that moment had been a breezy ten-mile spring, where she stood out alone, and he missed that splendid, dazzling glance.

Then she would still be the mischievous junior sister in his mind, and those feelings that shouldn’t belong to him would not have stirred at all.

However...

Immortals and humans have only one thing in common, and that is time...

It never turns back; he could never forget.

The beginning of a heartbeat is an undying love!

Rong Feng and the others were all astounded by Lan Xi’s beauty.

In this world, there was no longer anything more beautiful than her.

The mist and clouds of Purple Mist Pavilion, the auspicious clouds above Linxiao Palace, the fruits of the Rainbow Tree, no matter how splendid, all paled in her presence.

With Lan Xi’s steps growing more distant, only a faint silhouette could be seen on the altar.

As if a breeze could sweep her away, drifting far.

Rong Feng stared blankly, then suddenly, he tightly grabbed Mi Xi’s wrist, his voice filled with intense anxiety, "Immortal Monarch, nothing will happen to the master, right?"

Mi Xi stood stiffly, taking a long while to speak.

He didn’t know whether something would happen or not, but she stood so far away, as if in the next second she would leave them.

In a trance, he felt uneasy, as if a pair of hands was gripping his heart, even his breathing became difficult.

...

At that time, no one said another word.

Even influential figures such as the Heavenly Emperor, the Imperial Mother, and the Queen Mother of the West had all rushed over.

All of them gazed somberly at the altar, at that unique and unparalleled girl.