Chapter 230: One Hundred Twenty-Nine Thousand Eight Hundred Days (Thanks to [Fishy Wants to Wake Up])

Daoyi Guan.

The young Daoist had red lips and white teeth; he stole a glance at the Green Robe man beside him, a look of curiosity flashing across his face.

This Green Robe man had been staying at Daoyi Guan for three days.

Every day, this Green Robe man would hold that sleeping little girl and walk all over Weicheng Mountain, as if admiring the flowers.

That little girl seemed to have a very serious illness and had not woken up the entire time.

"Young Master, this is morning dew collected by this humble Daoist; drinking it is refreshing to the heart and spleen." The young Daoist handed over a portion of morning dew.

This was a custom of Daoyi Guan.

"Many thanks." Lin Chao took the morning dew, his expression calm.

The young Daoist looked at Lin Chao, then looked at the sleeping little girl: "Is the benefactor also here at Daoyi Guan to seek blessings?"

"If seeking blessings is useful, then consider it seeking blessings." Lin Chao chuckled, though there was endless desolation in his eyes, "I have exhausted every method, yet I cannot wake her."

"The Young Master must cherish this young lady deeply."

The young Daoist sighed softly; this Young Master must have visited famous doctors, gone to many places, and sought many methods to awaken that young lady.

"There are too many strange illnesses in the world that cannot be solved by human effort.

The Dao Ancestor once said, the Great Dao is fifty, the Heavens evolve forty-nine, leaving a single thread of vitality in the world.

In our Daoyi Guan, many people come to offer incense every day, and there is no lack of high officials and noble lords.

Among those offering incense, the first incense of the day is the most efficacious.

For those who offer the first incense daily, sincerity brings efficacy."

"One stick of the first incense may not be enough." Lin Chao's gaze was calm.

"The Daoist scriptures in the temple record that if someone were to offer the first stick of incense every day for one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred days, occupying all the 'ones,' then they would attract the favor of the Heavens."

"Is that so?"

"One hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred days is already three hundred years.

To be able to live to that age, one would naturally already be a divine person; where would there still be a need to offer incense?" The young Daoist also considered the content in the Daoist scriptures to be nonsense, merely relaying these contents to Lin Chao.

He did not believe Lin Chao would believe it either.

"Perhaps."

Lin Chao held Die Niao tightly.

He could perceive that Die Niao's Spirituality was diminishing day by day.

But immediately after, Lin Chao raised an eyebrow.

He had fed Die Niao blood for a thousand years; what did praying for Die Niao for three hundred years count for?

"I will try it, to offer the first incense for one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred days.

If it is not efficacious, I will tear down this dilapidated temple of yours."

The young Daoist was stunned: "Young Master... please feel free."

Naturally, he did not think the Green Robe man before him was speaking the truth.

Three hundred years later, it was not even certain if Daoyi Guan would still exist.

The young Daoist still went to collect morning dew every morning as he had in the past.

It was just that, before the first sun had risen, with clouds and mist swirling in the mountains, on the three thousand steps stretching from the foot of the mountain to the summit of Daoyi Guan.

The Green Robe man would hold a sleeping little girl, his expression devout, climbing toward the temple, day after day.

Ten years later, wrinkles had already been carved onto the young Daoist's face; he said to the little Daoist beside him: "Qingyue, look at that person at the foot of the mountain; he has been offering incense for ten years. Such great perseverance, it is a pity."

It was unknown whether he felt it was a pity that the little girl had not yet awakened, or a pity that the young man was trapped on one mountain.

Twenty years later, the Daoist looked at that figure at the foot of the mountain, silent and speechless.

Thirty years.

Forty years later, the Daoist lay on his bed, the luster in his eyes gradually fading.

"Dao Ancestor, I have caused a great disaster."

He had mistaken years for days.

Fifty years.

One hundred years.

Time continued on, and the years remained just as ruthless.

The abbot of the temple had also long since changed several times.

Daoyi Guan had also experienced prosperity and decline.

That Green Robe figure seemed tireless, always remaining the same.

Three hundred years later.

Lin Chao held Die Niao, stepped on the three thousand steps, and ascended to the summit.

The temple that once was had already fallen into ruin.

In the temple, there was not even a single Daoist; it had instead become a dwelling for some small animals.

Lin Chao held the incense and inserted it into the incense burner.

"One hundred twenty-nine thousand eight hundred days, I have finished."

Lin Chao looked at the divine statue in front, his gaze calm.

Crack!

The divine statue shattered at that moment.

In the dark, Lin Chao seemed to hear a sigh.

"Forget it, forget it."

A distant place, an unknown space.

An indescribable thing let out a murmur.

"Fate?"

"Forget it, forget it."

"No distance, no space."

"It is but a trace, difficult to defy the great trend; if it is destroyed, then let it be destroyed."

At Weicheng Mountain, the sleeping young girl opened her eyes, and a divine radiance burst forth from them.

"Dragon..."

Die Niao has awakened!

She has awakened!

"Die Niao!" Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Chao was filled with surprise and joy.

How many years had it been since he had heard Die Niao's voice?

Hearing this familiar sound, all the sacrifices made were worth it.

He held Die Niao's body tightly, as if he wanted to knead her into his own body.

Die Niao moved, wanting to be closer to Lin Chao.

Her face leaned forward and rubbed against him.

The divine radiance in her eyes was also constantly dissolving.

"Dragon... don't leave me this time..."

"Okay..." Lin Chao hugged Die Niao tighter, using even more strength.

Every breath at this moment was precious.

Even gods could not obtain such a thing.

The young girl in his arms looked at Lin Chao earnestly.

Even though the person before her had a different appearance than before, no matter how she looked at him, he was so good-looking, and she could not get enough of him.

"Die Niao, didn't you want to see my hometown?

This place is my hometown."

Lin Chao held Die Niao and his figure flew into the air.

Mountains, rivers, birds, and beasts came into view.

However, Die Niao never looked at this world.

In her eyes, there was only Lin Chao.

"Hold me..."

"Mm." Lin Chao held Die Niao.

It was only a single breath, yet Lin Chao greedily wished for it to last as long as eternity.

The divine radiance in Die Niao's eyes gradually dimmed until it completely vanished.

"Wait... for me."

She seemed to have exhausted all her strength to say these words.

In Lin Chao's arms, that figure finally disappeared.

The familiar warmth, the familiar face, and the familiar voice faded away, as if they had never appeared.

Lin Chao sat withered, in endless sorrow.

Seven days later, he looked up, his gaze piercing through the clouds and mist to see the shattered statue: "I, Lin Chao, owe you a favor."

Within Shenxu.

Xiang Qi frowned: "It has been thirty years, has Xiang Long not returned yet?"

The other gods present were also incomparably worried.

Thirty years ago, Xiang Long went in pursuit of the Great Fierce Envoy and had since left no trace.

These gods knew the power of the Great Fierce Envoy and were worried for that God Lord.

Hong Yin's face was cold: "The God Lord will be fine."

As Ghosts contracted to Lin Chao, they blindly believed in Lin Chao and would never think that anything could happen to him.

"Even if the God Lord has not returned, if the World-Ending Fierce appears, we will naturally deal with it," Hong Yin said, her face full of confidence.

Yuan Kong laughed heartily: "Everyone, rest assured, the events of the past will not repeat themselves."

"But..." a god worried.

They knew the terror of the World-Ending Fierce.

This God Kingdom of the Jiuzhou Dragon Emperor was extraordinarily powerful; it was even rumored that the number of gods within it approached ten thousand.

They were still worried; after all, the World-Ending Fierce was invincible.

"Has the location of the World-Ending Fierce been found?" Hong Yin asked.

Taking the initiative to attack was always better than being beaten passively.

"No," Xiang Qi sighed.

Indeed, Xian Guo had already descended upon Shenxu.

Some gods were searching for the World-Ending Fierce, while others were searching for ways to deal with it.

However, there had been no progress at all.

Furthermore, as their search for a way to deal with the World-Ending Fiend deepened, they felt more and more how powerful the World-Ending Fiend was.

All the gods held a pessimistic attitude.

Even the Immortal Lord said that relying only on their current strength, the chance of defeating the World-Ending Fiend was less than one in ten thousand.

Except for the gods in that powerful God Kingdom, all the gods were pessimistic.

Yuan Kong scanned the crowd: "I do not know when the World-Ending Fiend will appear in the world."

At this moment, a woman stood out, a weak expression on her face: "In half a month."

Her name was Wei An, and she had only been found yesterday, joining the ranks of the gods.

Thanks to 【Yu Yu Yao Zao Shui A】 for the ten-thousand reward; thanks to 【Ye & Zhi Qiu】 and 【PRIVIL】 for the tips, thank you everyone!

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