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Chapter 297 Xuannv 162

"What, are you all just sitting here doing nothing? A war god and a female war god, are you just going to stand here as decorations? Aren't you leaving?" Emperor Donghua held a scroll of Buddhist scriptures between his fingers. Hearing this, he sighed helplessly, his eyes full of indulgent coquetry that was both funny and exasperating.

Upon hearing this, Yao Guang's shoulders trembled slightly, and she suppressed a laugh. She raised her hand and patted Mo Yuan's arm beside her: "Let's go, let's go. If we stay any longer, some emperor might get angry and throw us both out of Tai Chen Palace." As soon as she finished speaking, she transformed into a streak of light. The armor of the thirty-six battle divisions of the Heavenly Clan was waiting for her to tidy up, and she really didn't have time to waste here.

Yao Guang's figure vanished completely at the edge of the sea of ​​clouds, but Mo Yuan remained motionless. He was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his hand, and a golden lotus as white as jade appeared in his palm. The lotus petals were layered upon layered, shrouded in a faint golden light of merit, the very same golden lotus of merit that nurtured the soul of his younger brother, Mo Heng.

He turned to look at the Immortal Jiaojiao sitting quietly to the side, his usually calm voice unusually tinged with anxiety: "Please, Immortal, take a look. I have been sending merits to him every day recently, but I can no longer sense Heng'er's soul aura. Before, I could vaguely sense his presence, but now there is not a trace of him at all." His younger brother, whom he had raised for tens of thousands of years, had his soul residing here, and now he could not even find a trace of him. It was no wonder that he was anxious.

Her bright eyes swept over the golden lotus, but she did not reach out to take it. She simply revealed the secret: "You don't need to worry. Your brother did not encounter any problems. He is refining the merit you transferred to him. He wants to use this lotus body to shape his immortal form and transcend the tribulation."

"Transformation? Tribulation?" Mo Yuan frowned, full of confusion. "I had been continuously sending him merits to help him stabilize his soul and wait for the right time to be reborn with his own merits. Why did he insist on undergoing the tribulation in a lotus body?"

Jiaojiao picked up her teacup, her fingertips tracing the cool rim of the cup, her tone calm and even: "His choice is not wrong. He carries a heavy burden of karma, and he must repay these karmic debts himself; no one else can do it for him."

"Great karma?" Mo Yuan was even more puzzled. "Ever since Heng'er's soul was damaged, he has been residing in this golden lotus and has never descended to earth to undergo tribulations. How could he be entangled in karma?"

Upon hearing this, Jiaojiao looked up at him, rolled her eyes without any attempt to hide it, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Do you think the blood feud of the Purple Fox Clan just vanished out of thin air? Do you really think this Golden Lotus of Merit is an opportunity that came out of nowhere? Do you really think those tokens that old fox Bai Zhi suppressed in his secret realm were just a coincidence? And those four ferocious beasts trapped on Yingzhou Island, why were they imprisoned here, and why specifically these four beasts? Don't you have any doubts at all?"

A series of rhetorical questions caused Mo Yuan's expression to gradually darken.

Seeing this, Jiaojiao sneered and continued to deliver the final blow, each word piercing the heart: "Do you think that old fox Bai Zhi only schemed against you from beginning to end? Do you think Qingqiu Bai Qian had any real feelings for Mo Heng, who had not yet been born? Mo Yuan, you are really... too naive."

Donghua, who had been standing to the side, finally closed the Buddhist scripture and slowly strolled over. His gaze fell on the golden lotus, and he glanced at Mo Yuan with a half-smile: "Jiaojiao's words can be considered to have shown some mercy. You have been in charge of Kunlun Ruins for tens of thousands of years, slaying countless demons and monsters. Why do you pretend to be ignorant on this matter?"

Mo Yuan remained silent for a long time. He slowly raised his eyes, the anxiety in them dissipating, leaving only a cold clarity: "Thank you both for your guidance."

He brushed his fingertips across the lotus petals and whispered, "Heng'er's tribulation must ultimately be overcome by himself, but no one should try to use him as a pawn."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and transformed into a streak of azure light, speeding towards Kunlun Ruins. Inside Taichen Palace, Donghua watched his retreating figure, raising an eyebrow at Jiaojiao: "You're quite willing to speak your mind."

Jiaojiao smiled faintly: "He knows exactly what's going on, he just needs someone to give him a push. Besides, if Qingqiu really succeeds in his plan, wouldn't the whole world be much more entertained?"

Donghua chuckled and shook his head, picking up the Buddhist scriptures again. But this time, his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the direction of Kunlun Ruins.

A tribulation is about to unfold, a scheme is about to take place; the four seas and eight wastelands are likely to be in turmoil once again.