Chapter 414: Sister. A Li, have you really forgotten?

Shen Qingli (Di Jin), we as husband and wife are now in Taiqing; our affection is broken, our fate severed.

After saying those eight words, Di Jin felt his heart hollowed out, as if it had been dug out alive.

Tearing, pain, suffocation, annihilation came rushing at him. He suddenly regretted it; all his resolve vanished in an instant.

He wanted to retract, but he was no longer as before—he had always been steadfast, always had clear goals, never wavered.

His heart was in turmoil, empty and bottomless.

Those fluctuations that had never appeared in his emotions surged forth all at once.

But Taiqing is Taiqing; He is the source of the world. Even if only a phantom projection, it is beyond his control to lead or retract.

In his divine sense, bones, blood, and the tip of his heart, all memories and traces of the person he cherished most—Shen Qingli—were reduced to zero.

Even Di Hao hadn't anticipated this.

This little brat that even he couldn't crush to death actually, at this moment, felt pain so intense he lost consciousness.

A long, long time……

He still couldn't even sense this brat's breath.

It felt as if severing this affection was tantamount to taking his life.

No, it's not just like that.

It is exactly that.

Di Hao's fingertip trembled slightly.

He watched helplessly as his own son's black hair instantly turned white as snow;

and watched helplessly as his son's life force dropped to zero for a moment.

"Ah this,"

Even Jiu Li hadn't expected it to turn out this way.

It knew Di Jin liked and doted on A Li very much.

But it truly never imagined that merely severing the affectionate bond would be taking his life.

Wasn't it supposed to still remember, still come find A Li?

"Hey,"

Jiu Li let out a young shout.

Its round eyes were wet enough to stream.

But it couldn't wake Di Jin.

Jiu Li looked at Di Hao and said, "Are you satisfied?"

Di Hao didn't speak; his gaze had already fallen on Shen Qingli.

At this moment, Shen Qingli was still standing, not having collapsed unconscious.

However, her face was deathly pale, obviously enduring the same pain invisible to outsiders.

In fact, she still lacked Di Jin's decisiveness; she still feared that losing this memory would make her unable to recall this tenderness.

In her life, there really isn't much sweetness.

The good days since her rebirth cannot even cover the hardships of her two not-so-long lives.

She is like a miserly old woman, unwilling to give away this bit of sweetness.

Without Di Jin, most of the little sweetness left in her life would disappear.

It's as if a little girl who had never received candy from childhood finally got a piece, only to have it taken from her mouth, leaving her with just a candy wrapper.

She is unwilling.

Actually, it's not really that she is stingy.

But her sweetness is truly too little.

Yet, she must sensibly spit out that candy.

She can only spit it out, yet she hates to let go and wants to hold it in her mouth a little longer, even just a moment.

Thus, her suffering is destined to be longer……

But she did spit it out; her mouth instantly held only the reluctance to let go of the candy, weeping, and the bitterness held back to tears.

At that moment……

Her pain began in her lower abdomen and spread throughout her body.

"Pfft!"

Shen Qingli spat blood.

"A Li!"

Jiu Li panicked and grew larger, catching the falling Shen Qingli.

Di Hao was slightly stunned, then unleashed divine power, sending Shen Qingli together with Jiu Li back into the Endless Abyss.

And Di Jin let out a soft sigh, bent down, and embraced this wicked thing.

When he walked out of the hall and faced over twenty pairs of eyes, he found himself unable to face them for the first time in his life.

"Dead?"

True Lord Yuanwu was the first to notice that something was off with Di Jin.

Before, he had seen Di Jin in a half-dead state, which was even better than now!

"Your Majesty?"

Everyone in the Taiqing Hall was looking at Di Hao.

Shen Yuan and the others were also looking, and they all kept gazing behind Di Hao and his son.

Di Jin is here; where is Shen Qingli?

Her condition is poor; I've already sent her to the Endless Abyss,

As soon as Di Hao finished speaking, the candle monster on the hall's ceiling ran off, hurrying back to its "old nest".

This damned bad seed is going too far! That little girl is so fragile, and there are so many ugly monsters in its old nest—how do we stop her from being scared?

The candle monster is truly convinced!

Indeed, the son is truly one's own.

The daughter-in-law belongs to another, and that's why they receive different treatment.

Truly excessive!

As soon as the swearing, roaring candle monster entered the Endless Abyss, those indeed restless abyss dark monsters immediately became obedient.

After it left, everyone was looking at Di Jin.

Not even Shen Yuan, the Old Ancestor of Heavenly Purity, and those people stayed.

Anyone can see that Di Jin has run out of breath—no, he has lost all vitality.

Shen Qing Tong endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back: "The first time I've seen someone make their son sever affection by directly killing him—enough hatred."

Even a tiger's poison doesn't eat its own cubs.

Di Hao's actions far exceed their imagination.

Shen Qing Huang looked again and again, unable to believe that the brother-in-law who had just lively taken his little sister inside had, in the blink of an eye, perished—no, forget it, maybe that's right.

Shen Qing Huang, unable to find another word, even reached out to try to sense Di Jin's breath.

But he thought he wouldn't be able to sense it, for Di Hao wouldn't allow it.

Yet Di Hao didn't stop him; he sensed it and found nothing.

No breath.

He immediately sensed carefully.

No vitality.

He couldn't believe it, his hands trembling.

"Big brother, don't shake your hands."

Shen Qing Ci wanted to laugh! He pulled his mouth wide into a grin.

But his grin looked worse than crying—no way, is the brother-in-law really gone?

Even if, even if the brother-in-law and little sister can never achieve consummation, such a good brother-in-law, he still hopes he can live well.

How could this happen?

Was he really beaten to death by his own father?

"Emperor?"

True Lord Yuanwu was dying of anxiety!

Don't stay silent!

"Sigh,"

Someone from Taiqing Dian let out a long sigh.

Then she turned and left first.

This person obviously knows the truth more than True Lord Yuanwu does.

Many years ago, the Young Sovereign had once been killed by the Emperor.

And now, has he come to this point again?

How did it come to this?

How did it come to this?

"Emperor."

"..."

The cultivators of Taiqing Dian stared blankly at Di Hao.

They knew the Young Sovereign was disobedient; if he were their child, they would surely have had countless thoughts of killing him.

But thoughts are just thoughts; it's impossible to really kill him!

After all, he's their own child……

Even if not, they've watched him grow up; how could they lay a hand on him?

No matter what they think or expect, Di Hao says nothing.

He simply holds Di Jin and leaves before their eyes; no one can discern any emotional fluctuation in him, as if he were a motionless divine statue without worldly fire.

No.

The Emperor has always been like this.

In his eyes, there truly is no emotion.

It has always been this way, never changed.

"Is this the supreme detachment?"

Even the Old Ancestor of Heavenly Purity couldn't understand.

He knows that the highest realm of the Dao is forgetting emotions.

But he has never cultivated to that point, because he always feels something is off.

But now, seeing Di Hao like this, it seems truly so.

If he has attained supreme detachment, then Di Hao can be Di Hao and be invincible.

"Don't forget your promise!" Shen Duo suddenly spoke.

This is the most down-to-earth thing to say; he doesn't want the two young ones' sacrifice to end up with even the seventh younger brother and his wife not being exchanged back.

"You can rest assured, the Emperor will not forget." Yuanwu Zhenjun however spoke on behalf of Di Hao, "That is the cause of his promise; it will inevitably bring about this result. Otherwise, it would be greatly detrimental to his cultivation."

These words are actually outright treason!

But even Yuanwu Zhenjun, who once revered Di Hao the most, now truly cannot understand his actions.

Young Lord, actually there's really nothing bad.

It's just a bit aggravating.

He's good-looking, actually he also makes some sense.

Forget it.

Sigh.

Yuanwu Zhenjun drooped his head, dispirited.

Had he known today's outcome would be like this, he shouldn't have turned a blind eye back then.

Three Pure Heavens.

Almost at the moment Di Jin met his demise.

The statue of the Heaven-Sovereign Young Lord once again stood tall.

No one from any side could fathom what exactly had happened.

Only Zhan Yuefeng, who had exhausted all his strength in divination and kept drawing the 'great misfortune' hexagram, faintly surmised that this Young Lord might have perished.

If that's the case, "Junior Sister,"

Zhan Yuefeng gazed into the void, his naturally smiling peach-blossom eyes involuntarily moistened.

As for Shen Qingli's life, he who had followed her from Sheng Long Tian to the present knows it better than anyone.

It's rare to meet a lover who also understands how to love her, yet you insist on pulling off such a stunt.

Zhan Yuefeng was unwilling, "Someone!"

"Divine Master!" a feathered person entered.

"Please, all departments, as much as possible, send over all records concerning the Taiqing Dian, the Taiqing Emperor, and the Heaven-Sovereign Young Lord from your respective clans." Zhan Yuefeng hoped to be of some help.

"Yes." The feathered nation's survivors, renowned as the swiftest, were naturally adept at transmitting messages, and quickly gathered all the information Zhan Yuefeng wanted for him.

Even though he is no longer in the Divine Mechanism Pavilion and cannot do as before, where he could simply look up anything he wanted inside, the Twelve Provinces of the Nine Regions, as the oldest power bloc in the Three Pure Heavens, might have even more ancient texts secretly preserved.

But before he could finally find the result he wanted, Shen Qingli and the others returned.

Everyone returned except Di Jin.

It was a quiet morning inside the brand-new hall, with birdsong and floral fragrance, and the sunlight warm and gentle.

As usual, Zhan Yuefeng was perusing ancient texts beneath the windowsill, but when he looked up he saw a rosy light descending.

He stared for a moment, then saw Shen Qingli, along with the Heavenly Pure Ancestor, the Shen clan elder, and others.

He looked again and again, but he simply could not see that young Young Lord, who was in the prime of his youth, unrestrained and wild, like a brilliant meteor streaking across deep space, or like the midday sun too blazing to gaze upon—such a radiant person, he did not see.

No matter the time, regardless of whether he showed himself, that person was always the most eye-catching presence. But now he is no longer present; he did not come.

"Junior Sister, you—" Zhan Yuefeng instinctively wanted to ask, but he realized he could not get the words out, as if some restriction had been placed upon him.

And this, is the might of the Taiqing!

It not only can erase the memories and traces of two people who love each other, but it also makes those who have witnessed it unable to ask or remind, until even their memories of the two fade away and scatter.

If there is no absolute certainty.

How could Di Hao have proposed it?

He is well aware of the might of the Taiqing.

Actually, Di Jin is also well aware.

But Di Jin himself probably never expected that, in the instant of severing love and cutting off affection, he would die.

As a result, all his firm convictions, steadfast beliefs, and even some arrangements could not be carried out.

After a thousand calculations and myriad plans, there is always an oversight. So, at the final moment he panicked, realizing it.

Too bad, it's too late.

Zhan Yuefeng simply could not get his tongue to cooperate.

Shen Qingli still looked at him doubtfully, "Junior Brother, why are you stammering? What do you want to say?"

"I—" Zhan Yuefeng, having come to a realization, asked, "Are you still well?"

"I'm fine." Shen Qingli wore a puzzled expression, then looked toward her worried relatives behind her, "What on earth happened?"

"Hey, what could there be? I'm just afraid your wound hasn't healed yet." Jiu Li waved his paws while saying, "It's just that my heart feels awful." A Li, have you really forgotten?