Recap
Rong Yu opened his eyes suddenly, looked beside himself in a daze: “…Sun?”
Yan Zhao was helpless: “Don’t you see me?”
But Rong Yu lifted the quilt, passed through his body, put on his black hair and searched everywhere, frowning and said: “Where did you go so early in the morning?”
Yan Zhao’s face turned pale, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.
Violation of the oath will be punished with the most painful punishment in the world.
“I am not afraid of mountains of swords and seas of fire, and I will not regret dying. I just want to spend this life with him until the end of the world, even if I suffer the pain of backlash for the rest of my life.”
“As you wish.”
The most painful punishment for him in this world is nothing more than not being able to love, getting it and losing it again.
It is me who can truly accompany you forever.
But you can’t see me.
The sun is gone.
Rong Yu thought that Yan Zhao was playing with him, so he searched carefully. He searched all over the palace, but there was still no trace of him.
The sun didn’t come out today, and it wasn’t in the sky either.
Rong Yu returned to the bedroom with disheveled hair, sat on the messy bed, frowned slightly, showing a bit of tiredness: “Sun, come out, stop messing around.”
Yan Zhao stood in front of him, wanting to say that he was here, that he wasn’t messing around and that he didn’t leave.
But Rong Yu couldn’t see him.
Rong Yu sat in the quiet room for a while, walked to the dressing table, and picked up the red headband that Yan Zhao gave him.
“Could it be that I said he was poor and could only afford a bracelet, so he ran outside to search for rare treasures for me?” Rong Yu sat down, tied the headband to the end of his hair, “This fool , I don’t really dislike it.”
The first time, the headband wasn’t tied tightly. Rong Yu untied it and started again, complaining in a low voice, “You’re not here, and I can’t even tie a headband. I’m not used to asking others to help me. Sun, sun, come back quickly. What you gave me wasn’t a surprise, it was a fright.”
Yan Zhao walked behind him, instinctively wanting to reach out and help Rong Yu tie the headband. However, his fingers went straight through Rong Yu’s black hair; he couldn’t even pick up the headband.
Although he was in this world, he couldn’t participate. He could hear and see but couldn’t touch. The creatures in this world could no longer sense his existence or remember their past experiences in the world.
Everything was disconnected from him.
He couldn’t commit suicide or cast spells; he could only be a bystander forever.
Yan Zhao was no stranger to this state. In the small world, Rong Yu had disappeared suddenly several times, making him search frantically. He asked everywhere if anyone had seen Rong Yu, but no one remembered. After returning to the Myriad Gods Realm, Yan Zhao understood that he should have been teleported away with Rong Yu. He had desperately searched the small world because Rong Yu hadn’t left after completing the task. Instead, he existed by Yan Zhao’s side in an invisible form and stayed for a while.
That short time was filled with deep despair.
He couldn’t bear the thought of Rong Yu enduring such pain again. The life of a demon king was over a thousand years longer than that of a mortal, and Rong Yu’s suffering was over a thousand times more intense.
But the current situation left him no choice.
When he was the Lord of All Gods, he made a contract with the Law of God. Those who violated it would be punished, and the punishment was the most excruciating pain imaginable. The most painful experience varied from person to person; this punishment wasn’t determined by the law. Once the contract was violated, the punishment would automatically take effect.
The law gave him a chance to reconsider, but Yan Zhao refused.
The law is impartial; it doesn’t interfere. Whether it was Li Jin’s framing or Rong Yu’s defection, the law didn’t intervene; those were the responsibilities of the Space-Time Administration and the gods. The law only punished the Lord God who made and breached the contract. Rong Yu was merely implicated because of him.
Yan Zhao initially thought that the heavenly punishment would be inflicted upon him alone. No matter how painful, he could endure it for Rong Yu. He never imagined that the most painful thing for him was watching Rong Yu suffer.
Yan Zhao had always known the severe consequences of defying the heavens. He never regretted falling in love with Rong Yu, even if it meant enduring all kinds of hardships. But if Rong Yu had to suffer these consequences alongside him, how could he persist?
Heaven really saw through his biggest weakness.
Would you say you regret becoming the Lord of All Gods? Never. If it weren’t for this identity, he and Rong Yu would never have met. Everything happens for a reason. It’s just that this path…is proving to be incredibly difficult and bitter. It’s not favored by the heavens, nor by anyone else.
In the end, witnessing the pain of the one I love, even I couldn’t help but waver. To defy a predetermined fate and achieve a better outcome, the price to be paid is truly immense.
Under the correction of the law, all the gods and people in this world will forget the existence of the sun. He shouldn’t have appeared in this world in the first place. Only Rong Yu remembered.
“How is it possible? Could it be that I had a dream…” Rong Yu murmured, “But I clearly remember… I remember the sun. He has the same temperature as me. I pillowed on him; the feeling can’t be wrong…”
The servants looked at the distraught Demon King and dared not speak, thinking that His Majesty the Demon King, despite his invincibility, might be experiencing hallucinations. They wondered, Where in this world is there a temperature comparable to the Red Lotus Karmic Fire?
“I don’t believe he doesn’t exist.” Rong Yu’s red clothes transformed into a stream of fire as he swept out of the palace. “I’m going to find him myself.”
Nothing was found.
Rong Yu searched all over the world but couldn’t find Yan Zhao. He didn’t know that Yan Zhao had been following him all the time, unseen and unheard.
Three months later, the wedding date had passed. Rong Yu returned to the palace, his search fruitless.
A servant carefully presented a red lotus palace lantern emitting a golden light. “My lord,” he said, “The palace lantern you requested is ready. The palace is also decorated festively, according to your instructions. Are you expecting a distinguished guest?” The servant hesitated. The decorations resembled those for a wedding, but surely the Demon King wouldn’t marry?
Rong Yu stared at the palace lantern for a long moment, then calmly raised his hand and incinerated it.
The servant knelt in fear. “No, my lord! If it doesn’t please you, we’ll redo it immediately!”
Rong Yu’s face was expressionless. “No need,” he said. “Remove all the decorations. He won’t be coming.”
Yan Zhao followed Rong Yu as he stepped out of the palace, longing to reach out and grab his sleeve. But his hand passed right through Rong Yu; he was invisible, intangible.
He stopped and looked at Rong Yu’s receding figure, his golden eyes filled with sadness. “Little Lotus,” he whispered, “I have always been here.”
He had been watching Rong Yu, unseen. And he could only continue to watch.
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He watched him.
He watched as Rong Yu pulled the rainbow from the sky to use as a bed and gathered white clouds to form a couch. Hugging a soft pillow made of fluffy white clouds, Rong Yu kneaded it into a ball, as if venting his frustration. “Liar,” he muttered. “You said they were similar, but they’re clearly much worse.”
Yan Zhao had told Rong Yu he could think of him as something akin to a rainbow or clouds. Because of those words, Rong Yu had literally pulled down the rainbow and clouds, even remembering to bring this “comfortable bed” with him when Yan Zhao pursued him.
Little Lotus used to sleep peacefully on him, but later, he was the one who disturbed Rong Yu’s sleep. “How could I have done this to him?” Yan Zhao thought bitterly.
He watched as Rong Yu frequently visited the beach, gazing out at the eastern horizon, waiting for a sunrise that would never come. The Dragon King of the East China Sea was terrified, fearing the Demon King had returned to plunder his treasures once again. But Rong Yu ignored everyone, taking nothing, burning nothing. He simply stood quietly by the sea for days and nights before silently leaving.
Yan Zhao stood beside him, watching the sea together.
“Will the sun rise from the west?” Rong Yu wondered aloud. “Maybe I should go to the West Sea next time.”
Yan Zhao wanted to laugh but couldn’t.
He watched as Rong Yu descended into the underworld to slay the evil dragon and seize the Book of Life and Death, then ascended to the heavens, sword pointed at the Emperor of Heaven, to claim the Book of Fate, all in a desperate search for Yan Zhao’s future life.
Half of Rong Yu’s red robes were stained with blood; his bones were broken, his tendons torn. Yet, he continued to fight with all his might.
Yan Zhao longed to take him away, to make him stop. But he was powerless, unable to use any magic. All he could do was watch Rong Yu suffer.
In the end, Rong Yu obtained the Book of Life and Death and the Book of Fate, but Yan Zhao’s future life wasn’t recorded in either.
Rong Yu looked down, a sneer twisting his lips. “So you’re not dead… You just didn’t want to see me. You just… left without a word, didn’t you?”
“Little Lotus, I’m so sorry.”
Yan Zhao half-knelt before him, his eyes scanning Rong Yu’s injuries with distress and panic. But he couldn’t even heal him.
The pain in his own body was a constant torment, but at this moment, it paled in comparison to the agony in his heart.
He hated his own weakness. Even as the Lord God, he was powerless against the Heavenly Principles.
He watched as Rong Yu carved their names on the Sansheng Stone and painted a lifelike portrait of him.
When he was still a ghost king, Rong Yu had meticulously carved his memorial tablet, stroke by stroke. When he became Chu Zhuo, Rong Yu’s portrait had been remarkably accurate.
“So that’s how he learned,” Yan Zhao realized.
Rong Yu had displayed his portrait in an attempt to find him, but everyone claimed they had never heard of or seen him. Later, Rong Yu must have given up hope, resorting to painting for himself, as a keepsake. In addition to the paintings, Rong Yu often stared at the blood jade bracelet on his wrist or the intertwined blue silk of their hair, lost in thought.
After Yan Zhao was erased from the world, the spirit of his natal artifact returned to him. The bracelet on Rong Yu’s wrist was now just an ordinary shell.
As Rong Yu stared at these objects in a daze, Yan Zhao sat beside him, silently watching.
After experiencing several more cycles of reincarnation, Rong Yu grew weary. He crumpled the paintings irritably into balls and threw darts at them, tearing them in half. He then burned all the paintings and never painted again. The blood jade bracelet, once cherished as a token of love, was also smashed and thrown into the flames. His face, reflected in the firelight, was as calm and still as stagnant water.
“I don’t hate you anymore,” Rong Yu said. At that moment, his heart seemed to turn to ashes, filled with utter despair.
However, Rong Yu couldn’t bring himself to destroy the intertwined blue silk, a symbol of their bond. He still remembered the saying that “green silk is love silk” and was reluctant to sever this final connection.
Yan Zhao recalled that when he first met Rong Yu, he had stabbed his heart with a sword, and the sword energy had cut off a strand of Rong Yu’s blue hair. Rong Yu ignored the pain in his heart and stared at the broken hair for a long time.
Yan Zhao’s heart suddenly ached. The pain, coupled with the power of the backlash, became increasingly intense. He covered his lips, his palms stained with divine blood.
He, too, felt such despair at this moment.
He watched as Rong Yu drank heavily, trying to drown his sorrows. This wine was so potent that a single drop could induce a drunken state lasting 100,000 years. For ordinary people, to touch it meant certain death.
Rong Yu drank desperately, as if he didn’t want to live, numbing himself with a deep sleep that lasted for millennia.
Yan Zhao sat by the bed, watching Rong Yu’s sleeping face, and eventually fell asleep beside him.
After hundreds of reincarnations, Rong Yu finally forgot Yan Zhao’s appearance and name.
It seemed that a long, long time ago, he had loved a god.
Was the god’s name Yan… Yan something? He couldn’t remember.
He couldn’t remember the god’s face either.
Perhaps it didn’t matter anymore.
One day, when he was half drunk, Rong Yu picked an apple from the yard, took a bite with the skin on, then spat it out in disgust. Subconsciously, he said, “Sun, peel it for me.”
Since Yan Zhao had left without saying goodbye, Rong Yu had never eaten apples again.
But now, in his drunken state, the words had slipped out.
Though the Red Gold Sun has no tears, Yan Zhao’s heart wept.
“Little Lotus, I’m sorry.” These are the four words he says most often.
There is another one that is said more often.
“Little Lotus, I love you.”
Rong Yu’s long eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly woke up at that moment.
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972 eons later, Rong Yu encountered the princess of the Celestial Clan.
This quirky and innocent little princess was originally destined to be the Demon King’s wife, a match ordained by the heavens.
Since childhood, she had known from the Heavenly Book that the Demon King was her intended husband. Consequently, she wasn’t afraid of the Demon King, who was feared throughout the Three Realms.
Just as the Heavenly Book foretold, she fell in love with the handsome and romantic Demon King upon meeting him and boldly confessed her feelings.
Witnessing this so-called “fated” marriage made Yan Zhao uncomfortable. Hearing the princess’s confession, he felt even more overwhelmed.
Over the years, he had confessed his love countless times, but Rong Yu hadn’t heard a single word.
Yan Zhao felt numb.
Rong Yu glanced at the princess of the Celestial Clan and said jokingly, “You’re not as good-looking as me, so you don’t have to offer yourself as a pillow, do you?”
The princess of the Celestial Clan burst into tears.
The current Great Demon King was far crueler than before.
However, despite his eccentricity and arrogance, he never killed innocent people indiscriminately with his flames or burned down any area. Even consumed by hatred, he never had the heart to destroy the world.
This was because every corner of this world held shared memories of him and the sun.
Yan Zhao knew what would happen next, but seeing it with his own eyes still filled him with rage and regret, causing him to vomit blood.
Rong Yu remained indifferent to the princess of the Celestial Clan, and one hundred and eight divine envoys took turns trying to win the Demon King’s heart.
But the Demon King’s heart belonged solely to the sun.
Naturally, all one hundred and eight divine envoys failed and were even recognized by Rong Yu as coming from another world, leading to their deaths.
The last envoy was Xue Lanzhou, whom Yan Zhao had seen in the Space-Time Administration.
Xue Lanzhou attempted to capture the Demon King with a stunning dance, unaware that Rong Yu recognized him instantly and rewarded him with a swift death.
Yan Zhao didn’t even glance at Xue Lanzhou’s body being dragged away. His eyes were fixed on Rong Yu, who was reclining on the beauty couch.
“One hundred and eighth.” Rong Yu had a smile on his lips and a chill in his eyes, “I’m too lazy to play with you anymore.”
He went directly to heaven, kidnapped the princess of the Celestial Clan, and forced the Emperor of Heaven to speak.
He is now truly powerful and invincible, no longer the Rong Yu who would be bruised all over his body when he broke into the Heavenly Court to seize the Book of Fate countless years ago.
All the gods in this world combined are no match for him.
Rong Yu went straight to the point: “There is not only this world in this universe, but also a greater world.”
“There is an organization in the Great Thousand World that will uniformly carry out some tasks.”
“I am the target of their mission, they are all obsessed with letting me be with your daughter, or getting my heart.”
“The reason why I was chosen as the target of the mission is because my existence is indispensable to this world, so you didn’t attack me in the past.”
“Isn’t it, Emperor of Heaven?”
Emperor of Heaven: “…”
You’ve said it all, what else can I say!
“If there is anything else I don’t know, please add it, and I will consider whether your daughter can survive.”
The Emperor of Heaven hurriedly said: “The secrets of heaven must not be revealed, it’s not that I don’t want to say it, it’s that I can’t say it!”
Rong Yu said calmly: “It’s okay, I’ll help you block the laws of the world, you can talk.”
The Emperor’s body was shaken.
Blocking the laws of the world—this is a power only a Lord God can possess! Rong Yu has unexpectedly…become so powerful. He truly is the sole, eternal Son of Destiny in the 6666 world.
Under duress from the Emperor of Heaven, Rong Yu learned that he was the so-called Son of Destiny, and that he had to live his life according to a predetermined fate. The group that came to capture him were called divine envoys, from the Space-Time Administration, and their immediate superior was the Lord God.
The soul lamp carrying his luck has been guarded by the gods of the heavens. The candlelight and the candle body represent his luck and lifespan, respectively. If he deviates from his established destiny, the soul lamp may be shortened and extinguished. If the soul lamp remains lit, the world will be stable forever.
“Give me the soul lamp,” Rong Yu said lightly.
By taking the soul lamp and leaving this world, he would no longer be controlled by fate.
The Emperor of Heaven desperately protested: “No! If you take the soul lamp away, this world will collapse!”
Rong Yu smiled slightly: “What does that have to do with me?”
Naturally, the gods were no match for the Demon King’s mana, and the soul lamp was easily taken into Rong Yu’s hands. Holding the soul lamp, he broke the barrier of the world and tore open a crack in time and space.
“No—” the guardian god of the 6666 world let out a desperate cry. “No!” Yan Zhao also cried out urgently at the same time, his golden eyes filled with shock and sadness.
He finally saw the truth hidden by the law. The reason for the extinguishing of Rong Yu’s soul lamp was contained in the blocked image of the 6666 world.
“Since it’s filled with the luck of the world, it’s only right to return it to you.” Rong Yu lightly twitched his lips, broke the ever-burning candle from its base, continued the last flame with the candlelight at the top, and then threw the broken candle back into the world.
The potent luck soaked the world and nourished all things.
Yan Zhao stared blankly at this scene, and suddenly felt a coolness on his face.
It seemed to be…tears.
He had taught Rong Yu to love everything in this world, and Rong Yu truly never destroyed a single grass or tree.
Rong Yu gave up eternal life, returned his luck, and left a short life like fireworks, devoting himself to the Great Thousand World to find the god he once loved in another world.
He extinguished his soul lamp with his own hands.
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