Ch. 961 - Feelings Leaving

Because Xu Zimo was in the outside world, he couldn’t keep an eye on the God World every second.

So for a long time, he let Paimon cooperate with the Heavenly Dao to manage the continent together.

“Basically nothing unusual,” Paimon said. “But there’s one thing that needs attention.”

“What is it?” Xu Zimo asked.

“You know, after all things were born, aptitude and talent are not the same. Some people are born extraordinary, and their cultivation progresses very fast. Now, the strongest person on the continent has already cultivated to the Imperial Meridian Realm,” Paimon said.

“Master, your cultivation is only at the God Meridian Realm. This world absolutely cannot allow anyone stronger than you to exist. Otherwise they will soon break through the space barrier and escape from the God World.”

Hearing this, Xu Zimo nodded slightly.

That was true. He was the true master of the God World.

Everything in the world was connected to him.

The better the God World developed, the stronger the feedback power he received.

The planet influenced him, but in a way, he also influenced the planet.

If someone cultivated to the God Meridian Realm and wanted to go further, they might very well touch the limits of this world.

They could discover the truth of the God World.

“In that case, let the Heavenly Dao set up heavenly tribulation. Anyone who wants to cross from the God Meridian to the Path of Immortality must undergo tribulation,” Xu Zimo said. “Before I bear the Heaven’s Will, no one is allowed to undergo tribulation. But judging from the timing, everything is coming soon, so there’s no need to worry.”

Paimon nodded lightly.

……

After circling the God World and confirming nothing was abnormal, Xu Zimo finally left.

His greatest reliance now was not his rebirth, nor his identity as Infernal Lord, but the world within his body.

A complete, undamaged world, one that in the future could rival the Primordial Heartlands and the Outer Heavens.

His current plan was to set tribulations starting at the God Meridian Realm.

After passing tribulation, one could ascend.

Just like how the Primordial Heartlands had the Outer Heavens, the God World would then have another world.

Layered clearly, with a proper system.

But this plan could not be done yet. It had to wait until he bore the Heaven’s Will.

When he came out of the God World, a clap of thunder outside woke Xu Zimo.

It was already afternoon.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder flashing, and outside the heavy rain poured down, as if someone was dumping buckets of water.

The courtyard was low-lying, and many places even formed small puddles.

Han Yanrou held an umbrella, hurrying around the courtyard, checking whether the drains were blocked, to prevent rainwater from flooding into the house.

“Yanrou, come here,” Xu Zimo waved and called.

“Zimo, why did you come out?” Han Yanrou quickly ran over.

Although she had the umbrella, her white blouse was still soaked by the rain.

Her black hair clung to her cheek, and her eyes were moving and tender.

“Be careful not to catch a cold,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

“It’s fine, I’m just worried the rainwater will flow into the house,” Han Yanrou shook her head.

“Have you ever cultivated?” Xu Zimo looked at her and asked.

“No, my father and uncle won’t let me cultivate,” Han Yanrou shook her head. “They say cultivation is too hard and full of danger. They want me to live an ordinary life, that’s enough.”

“Watch closely,” Xu Zimo smiled, slowly extending his right hand. Spiritual energy surged in his palm.

The rain falling from the sky actually froze still.

He waved his right hand again, and all the raindrops gathered together, forming a wide river.

With the wave of his hand, the river flowed in midair.

Finally, it formed a painting.

In the painting, a young girl held an umbrella, lifted her pants hem, and ran carefully through the rain.

This painting made of flowing water reflected in the courtyard.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Xu Zimo asked.

“Mm,” Han Yanrou nodded heavily.

When she looked up at Xu Zimo, her eyes were filled with emotion.

But when he turned his head to look at her, she quickly lowered her gaze.

As his hand fell, the space around them returned to normal, and the rainwater fell to the ground, flowing smoothly along the channels outward.

The raindrops hit the ground, raising transparent bubbles.

“Zimo, do you know what my wish was when I was a child?”

Han Yanrou laughed as she looked at the bubbles. “Back then I wanted to make a necklace of water bubbles. To string the bubbles together with a needle and thread, but every time the bubbles burst at the touch.”

Xu Zimo only smiled.

“Zimo, what is your dream?” Han Yanrou turned and asked curiously.

“Dreams... I’ve never thought about it,” Xu Zimo replied. “Since birth, I’ve carried too many burdens. I can only go forward without hesitation, with no way back.”

“Wait here,” Han Yanrou said, then ran toward her room.

Before long she returned, holding something in her hand.

“Here, this is for you,” Han Yanrou handed the item to Xu Zimo.

It was a red sachet.

It carried a faint fragrance, and on the front was painted a bird.

As she handed it to him, her hands trembled slightly, and her face flushed red.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Zimo asked curiously. “Are you not feeling well?”

“This sachet means peace. Take it, and no matter where you go, I will pray for you,” Han Yanrou said, summoning her courage.

Looking at the sachet in her hands, Xu Zimo fell silent.

Even if he were foolish, he could understand.

Legend said there was a bird called the mandarin duck. They always appeared in pairs.

People often used them to symbolize steadfast love.

The male bird was called Yuan, the female bird Yang.

And the bird on this sachet was clearly the word for Yuan.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I-I don’t mean anything else,” Han Yanrou smiled lightly. “I just, I just…”

Her words choked off, and she didn’t know what to say.

“Yanrou, what are you two doing standing outside in this heavy rain?” Just then, Han Shengxiao and his brother rushed back.

The rain was pouring, and they stood under the eaves, wringing their soaked coats, water dripping down in streams.

Han Yanrou quickly hid the sachet, smiling as she said, “Zimo and I were watching the rain.”

“What’s there to watch in the rain?” Han Shengtai patted his leg, then looked at Xu Zimo and smiled. “Good news, when we went out today we ran into a merchant caravan. They are headed to the Dark Kingdom, and because of the rain they’re staying in the village tonight. They agreed to take you with them when they leave tomorrow.”

Out of sight, Han Yanrou’s face turned instantly pale.

“Thank you, Uncle Han,” Xu Zimo smiled.

“Rest early, gather your strength for tomorrow,” Han Shengxiao also said with a smile.

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