The cause was when Qi Zhuoyu accompanied Feng Xuan to the Moon Palace one day.
He suddenly said, “Why are there no mortals telling the love story of this Venerable and Xiao Qi?”
Upon hearing this, Feng Xuan, who was originally reading a story book, looked up.
Yue’er, who was nervously arranging the red threads on the side, didn’t react either.
Qi Zhuoyu suddenly picked out a few random story books from the pile in front of Feng Xuan and threw them on the table.
They were all love stories with high popularity and fame in the mortal world. Including but not limited to human-demon romance “There’s a Snake Immortal in My House”, human-immortal romance “I Picked Up My Immortal Wife While Herding Cattle”, human-human romance turned demon-demon romance “Two Butterflies: My Dear, Fly Slowly”, and even Yue’er in front of them had a legend about flying to the moon in the mortal realm.
Regarding this, Yue’er stated that she really didn’t intend to fly to the moon.
She just accompanied Senior Brother Jingyu to the demon realm to drink with Li Chaofeng last time, but those two smelly men both drank until they passed out, so she had no choice but to return to the White Jade Capital alone first. Somehow a mortal saw her, which led to this legend.
Feng Xuan glanced at the story books and said, “Senior Brother. It’s probably because we don’t often go down to the mortal world.”
After thinking about it, it was still because Feng Xuan was really too lazy. They had been married for nearly five or six thousand years, yet he still maintained his good salted fish personality. He was the type who would rather sit than stand, rather lie down than sit, would not leave the White Jade Capital if he didn’t have to, and the farthest journey he took was to the demon realm. It could be said that he hardly ever left the house.
No wonder he hadn’t left the White Jade Capital much before he turned one thousand six hundred years old.
Qi Zhuoyu frowned and stood up. “Then let’s go down to the mortal world.”
Feng Xuan hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, almost flipping over the table. “Wait. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Qi Zhuoyu said, very unhappily. “Why is it not good again?”
Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment. “Times have changed?”
He quietly said, “Senior Brother. There’s an explicit rule in the mortal world now.”
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him.
Feng Xuan looked up, very sincerely saying, “After the founding of the country, it’s not allowed to become a spirit.”
The youth slowly shook his head and firmly said, “Becoming an immortal is not allowed either.”
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Time flew by like a white colt passing a crack, months and years passed like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, five thousand years had passed in the mortal world. The sea had turned into mulberry fields, and the rapid development had exceeded the imagination of the divine race.
This tiny group originally created by the Goddess Ling Wa gradually revealed their power to rival the gods with mortal bodies as time passed.
Especially after the industrial revolution, the speed of human development was simply flying, almost worrying the father emperor’s hair white. After all, he had to solve the problem of what to do if these airplanes, rockets and other things invented by humans crashed into the White Jade Capital when they reached the sky, which was even more troublesome than the humans who cultivated immortality in the past.
Can you imagine waking up from sleep and finding that you can see mortals taking pictures everywhere while touring on airplanes in the backyard of Qifeng Palace? jpg
To this day, the blurry images captured in the sky when the first passenger plane took off are still circulating on the human internet.
It seemed to be an unseen heavenly palace and a beautiful fairyland, but fortunately cameras were not advanced at that time, so the pictures were very blurry. Experts discussed for seventy or eighty years without reaching any conclusion, and finally unanimously declared:
It was a mirage!
Definitely a mirage!
The photo was artificially synthesized!
Definitely artificially synthesized!
When in doubt, blame Photoshop!
To solve this trouble and avoid triggering another dispute among the Three Realms like tens of thousands of years ago,
A thousand years ago, Yingzhu drew the ancient formation of primordial chaos, hiding the entire White Jade Capital in a barrier, so that human power could no longer peek into the existence of the divine realm.
The demon realm was naturally also hidden by Qi Zhuoyu in the same way within a vast ocean area. However, since the demon realm was actually above the ocean, in recent years many ships encountered mysteriously large sea storms while in the open ocean, accidentally entering the barrier of the demon realm.
It should be known that the flow of time in the demon realm differed from the mortal world. A ship might only enter for an instant, but when it exited, over ten years of time had passed.
These bizarre supernatural events could also be found on the human internet.
So far, no expert could give a reasonable explanation.
Starting from three thousand years ago, the spiritual energy in the mortal world began to gradually deplete.
During the Qin and Han dynasties, alchemists could still use their own bodies as furnaces to refine the essence of heaven and earth and store it within their bodies. Folk alchemists and rogue cultivators could still pursue the path of immortality. By the Northern and Southern Song dynasties, spiritual energy became increasingly scarce. Humans could no longer form golden cores, and could only cultivate their physical bodies, leading to various martial arts skills of leaping across rooftops and walls. By modern times, there was almost no spiritual energy in the world, and humans entered the era of the industrial revolution, moving into the age of science.
After all, there’s a saying that goes:
Science is just the mythology of the present day.
In short, the faster humans developed, the more isolated they became from the divine race and demon realm.
Feng Xuan hadn’t been to the mortal world for many years. After all, the divine race also had rules – high gods could not descend to the mortal world at will. Even if they were to descend, they could not interfere with mortals’ fate or the destiny of the lower realm.
That day when Qi Zhuoyu mentioned it, Feng Xuan didn’t take it to heart.
After all, legends like the White Snake Lady, the Seven Fairies, or the Butterfly Lovers,
Were basically all heart-wrenching love stories compiled by mortals who accidentally glimpsed traces left by the divine race one or two thousand years ago. In reality, they didn’t exist at all. Cloud Lady was already so busy weaving clouds every day that she was dizzy, and had no time for such romantic entanglements.
Don’t ask, just know that what is love? Can you eat love? Can love help me weave today’s clouds and mist?
Moreover, after the founding of the country, one couldn’t become a spirit or immortal either.
Be careful not to be discovered after going down to the lower realm and get taken to the Chinese Academy of Sciences for research!
Besides, if their love story with the Demon Venerable really spread in the mortal realm.
Oh my, it would be boycotted by contemporary internet users!
What kind of character setting is this for an ultimate villain and demon lord? Morally corrupt! Bloody and cruel! Harmful to minors! Report it, report it!
So Feng Xuan just ate and drank as usual these past few days.
After the Demon Venerable left the Moon Palace that day, he went off lost in thought to do who knows what.
Feng Xuan hadn’t seen him for several days, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. After all, Qi Zhuoyu was different from him.
He was still slacking off as the nominal Crown Prince.
All the big and small affairs of the White Jade Capital were managed by his father emperor and father god together. If worse came to worst, there was still Senior Brother Jingyu.
But Qi Zhuoyu was still the Demon Venerable of the demon realm after all.
Of course he couldn’t be an absentee boss like him.
Anyway, Qi Zhuoyu would come back to find him in a few days.
This was how he had lived for the past few thousand years.
Sure enough, on an ordinary night in Qifeng Palace.
Feng Xuan was awakened again by a not-so-ordinary but very familiar rhythm of shaking.
He opened his eyes groggily, seeing the soft pillow in front of him.
He had almost buried his entire face in it. When he opened his mouth, he found his voice terribly hoarse.
“Awake?” Qi Zhuoyu leaned down to kiss him.
Feng Xuan tried to turn over, then found his waist gripped by Qi Zhuoyu, unable to move at all.
He was a bit speechless. “Can’t you wake me up in a different way?”
What.
Has the Demon Venerable’s bad habit of waking people up like this not changed at all in thousands of years?!
Moreover, he found that Qi Zhuoyu was getting more and more excessive now.
He just lifted the hem, but still remembered to strip him completely naked.
This contrast of the other being fully clothed while he was completely exposed.
Really challenged the little bird’s sense of shame.
Qi Zhuoyu turned him over smoothly, and Feng Xuan was immediately speechless.
The next second, he was held in Qi Zhuoyu’s arms, the other’s voice low. “Then why don’t you wake yourself up?”
Oh.
Here we go again, wanting him to take matters into his own hands, is that it?
Feng Xuan struggled for a moment, his voice soft. “…Then Senior brother should wake me up after all.”
Qi Zhuoyu laughed once while buried in his neck, the sound alluring and seemingly gentle.
But his actions could not be called gentle.
And once started, it went on for several hours.
Every time, he only reluctantly left Feng Xuan’s body when Feng Xuan really couldn’t take it anymore.
Qi Zhuoyu very much enjoyed this part of dressing Feng Xuan afterwards.
This little ancestor was always especially docile at these times, probably because he truly had no strength left to move. No matter how Qi Zhuoyu arranged him, Feng Xuan just let him do as he pleased, greatly satisfying Qi Zhuoyu’s possessiveness.
The intimate time was very long.
Feng Xuan was both exhausted and sleepy. After his body was cleaned, he found his exclusive position in Qi Zhuoyu’s arms. After adjusting to a comfortable angle, he prepared to sleep deeply.
Just as he was cultivating sleepiness, he suddenly heard Qi Zhuoyu’s voice.
“Tomorrow, you’ll descend to the mortal world with me.”
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…
Huh?
Feng Xuan’s sleepiness vanished.
He raised his head. “Senior Brother. Why go to the mortal world for no reason?”
Now they couldn’t freely use immortal magic in the mortal realm. Feng Xuan was so lazy that he used magic to make cups automatically come over and pour into his mouth for a small sweet drink. He really couldn’t adapt well to mortal life.
Qi Zhuoyu played with a lock of Feng Xuan’s long hair hanging on his chest, saying nothing.
Perhaps because Qi Zhuoyu had many previous offenses, for some reason, Feng Xuan suddenly shuddered at this moment.
No way, has the Demon Venerable still not given up on that dream of unifying the Three Realms?!
“What are you thinking?”
Then Feng Xuan’s head was flicked.
“Senior brother said he wouldn’t do anything to trouble you.”
“However, I did go to the mortal realm to take care of some things,” Qi Zhuoyu said.
One day in the White Jade Capital was equivalent to one year in the mortal realm.
Qi Zhuoyu had disappeared for three days, which meant he stayed in the mortal realm for three years.
What did he go to the mortal realm to do? Why stay so many years?
Qi Zhuoyu smiled without speaking, starting to be enigmatic.
“You’ll know when we go down tomorrow.”
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