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Chapter 541 Past Events of Divine Peak
The Love Flower wouldn't become whole for no reason. Li Linghui must have come to the temple, but how was she able to come to the temple?
Just as Shen Xu was filled with doubt, a stream of light approached the goddess from her palace.
Shen Xu vaguely sensed a subtle joy in the goddess's state of mind, an emotion he had never felt from her before.
As Shen Xu expected, the person who came was the one who looked remarkably like Song Han, the ancestor of the Song family. In fact, it should be said that Song Han resembled him.
The young man excitedly said something to the goddess, then pointed to a corner of the palace.
Shen Xu knew that was where the Love Flower grew.
Sure enough, upon hearing the young man's words, the goddess was immediately filled with boundless joy, and then she couldn't wait to fly to the nursery.
This was the first time Shen Xu had seen the true appearance of the Love Flower.
The tiny flower bud I saw last time has now bloomed.
On the golden stem, two flowers are tightly intertwined on the same stem, their shapes quite different, yet they are closely nestled together.
One flower is the color of the deepest ocean, a mysterious, deep blue. Its petals are slender as silk, with slightly curled tips, resembling the hand of a ghost. Silver-white starlight constantly emanates from the flower's stamen.
The other flower was the color of congealed blood, crimson with dazzling gold veins, its petals thick and layered like burning flames, and its stamens like a cluster of constantly pulsating, warm, golden-red flames.
However, the two flowers are not the same size. The blue flower completely overshadows the red flower, which can only grow with difficulty next to the blue flower.
Upon seeing the two flowers, the goddess's breathing quickened noticeably, and her gaze involuntarily drifted to the young man beside her.
When a goddess possesses human emotions, she can no longer be called a goddess.
The goddess's request to the young man was to cultivate flowers for her. Now that the flowers have grown, the young man naturally has no reason to stay on Goddess Peak any longer.
So the young man bid farewell to the goddess, and his friends and relatives were all waiting for his return.
But the goddess had no intention of letting the young man leave her side.
So she made another request to the young man, asking him to find a way to stop the mortals down the mountain from disturbing her peace.
Although the young man felt helpless about the goddess breaking her promise, his life was still under her control, and he did not have the courage to refuse any of her requests.
The young man was indeed a very talented person. He spread the majesty of the goddess in the city at the foot of Goddess Peak, built a temple for the goddess, and found four young men with some talent to become temple keeper.
He taught them the cultivation methods of the Central Plains, assigned them different functions in the temple, and at the youths' request, the goddess also bestowed upon them different spiritual seeds, allowing their offspring to easily borrow her power.
As time passed, the power of the Temple of a Hundred Flowers grew ever stronger, and the faith in the goddess deepened in the cities below.
Goddess Peak became a sacred place in the hearts of the people in the city. Without the permission of the temple, no one dared to go to Goddess Peak. Goddess became the true Goddess of a Hundred Flowers.
Even the number of cultivators from the outside world who came to investigate Goddess Peak gradually decreased. Goddess truly gained a long-lost peace. With men around, Goddess felt very safe and secure.
For the first time since her birth, she felt that she might be able to live peacefully with her enemy indefinitely.
But the man's departure once again shattered her naive idea.
The goddess knew that human life was finite and had witnessed too many joys and sorrows among the mortals below the mountain, but she never imagined that one day she would also experience the sadness of parting.
She didn't want the man to leave her, but this time she had no reason to refuse him. Through her relationship with him, she realized how important her teachers and friends were to her.
But she also knew that once the man left her side, she would never see him again.
The goddess felt an unprecedented sadness and pain, emotions she had never experienced before.
But in the end, she only tentatively asked the man if he would come back.
The man's silence made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
She was a born Holy Spirit and should not have human emotions. She could only agree to his request as always, without any emotion.
The man smiled and joked that he thought she would force him to stay, but he didn't expect that she hadn't changed at all after all these years.
The goddess wanted to refute this statement, but in the end, she said nothing.
The man eventually left Goddess Peak on a bright morning.
He took nothing from her reward, nor did he say goodbye; all he left her was a yellowed letter.
On the day the man left, the goddess stood atop Goddess Peak, gazing in the direction he had gone, for a very long time.
As the sun set, the goddess wearily walked into the nursery she used to love, but since the man came, she rarely went to see a single flower anymore.
Some things, once possessed, are no longer valued, even the things we once loved most.
After the plant bloomed, she stopped paying attention to it, but the man clearly did not give up on taking care of the flower because of her neglect.
Today, that little red flower has completely surpassed the blue flower, becoming the most beautiful flower in this nursery.
The goddess gently stroked the crimson flower, which resembled flames, and then softly closed her eyes.
For a long time afterward, the goddess lived as if the man had not appeared in her life, except that she resumed her habit of going to the nursery to look at the plant and preserved all traces of the man's life.
In her long life, she spent very little time with men, but she could never forget the man who was always humble and dignified in front of her, and who always had a gentle smile on his face.
She gradually began to regret why she hadn't forced the man to stay, and she also began to regret why she had been so indifferent to him. Perhaps if she had just asked, he would have stayed for her.
She gradually began to understand the tender words the man had once whispered to the flowers, and began to learn from him to express her longing to the flowers, until the size of the deep blue flower completely surpassed that of the red flower.
On that day, a young man who claimed to be his junior came to Goddess Peak.
he died.
She clearly felt that not much time had passed, and she clearly planned to go find him in a while, so why did he die?
Each glistening teardrop fell onto the paper in my hand, staining it with patches of emerald green.
The way he secretly glanced at her while refining elixirs, the meticulous care he took for her when she was injured, the expectation he had when telling her funny stories just to make her smile...
Countless details that were previously overlooked have now become incredibly clear and incredibly poignant!
"My great-uncle told me since I was a child that he was always waiting for someone. When my father was sorting through his belongings, he found this letter that had never been sent..."
Since then, the goddess has sat in silence before those two beautiful flowers all day long, and has never left Goddess Peak again.
Her power continuously merged into the two love flowers, her body gradually became ethereal, and finally completely dissipated on Goddess Peak.
Without the harmonizing power of the goddess, the chilling aura from the heavens began to invade Goddess Peak.
An unprecedented blizzard descended without warning, the frigid snow falling and frantically drawing away the surrounding heat and life.
Countless lush green plants were covered, frozen, and then shattered into ice powder at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The spirits and monsters in the mountains were terrified. Various demons howled mournfully, and all kinds of spirit birds let out sad cries, flapped their wings and soared into the sky, never to return.
The wood spirits tried to communicate with the goddess, but received no response. In despair, they were frozen by the cold and turned into ice sculptures.
The Emerald Forest lost its luster at an alarming rate, and the trees were encased in ice, resembling a giant ice sculpture forest.
The central spring began to dry up, and the white lotus's radiance dimmed and gradually disappeared.
Without the support of divine power, the palace, constructed from countless spiritual plants, began to wither and stiffen, eventually being completely covered and sealed by merciless ice and snow.
The white, mysterious ice, like a giant shroud, poured down from the summit, completely engulfing the entire sacred mountain.
The once vibrant and thriving paradise was transformed into a desolate, frozen wasteland in a very short time.
Only the faint remnants at the foot of the mountain, where the goddess's power unintentionally dissipated, testify to the extraordinary nature of this place.