Transmigrated Into A Waste Who Married The Villain. Chapter 92: Three Years

The temple was utterly silent, and all Luo Jinxiao could hear was the sound of her own breathing.

She suddenly questioned whether she was still dreaming, but the sensations around her felt all too real.

“Elder sister,” Luo Ning spoke up.

Luo Jinxiao struggled to calm herself, trying to sort through her thoughts. The black-robed figure was Luo Ning. No wonder she felt that familiarity, and no wonder Luo Ning had been acting so strangely recently, appearing elusive and hard to read.

“What is going on?” Luo Jinxiao exhaled deeply, raising her eyes to ask, “Did you know this would happen?”

Luo Ning nodded, then shook her head.

“Did you cause Qu Weiyin’s outburst today?” Luo Jinxiao felt her throat tremble as she spoke.

At that, Luo Ning hurriedly shook her head, her expression tinged with sorrow. “No, how could I harm you? I knew that she would have a day like this, but I never expected it to come so suddenly. Her condition is being manipulated by someone else.”

Relieved that it wasn’t her design, Luo Jinxiao immediately asked, “Then what did you mean earlier? Why did you come close to me, pretending to be my sister?”

“I am not pretending; I am your sister—now and in our past lives. Always have been,” Luo Ning replied, taking a couple of steps closer to Luo Jinxiao, her expression complicated.

“Do you know about the divine clan?” she suddenly asked.

The divine clan? How could Luo Jinxiao not know? Suddenly, she recalled something, her eyes widening in shock.

Luo Ning was bathed in the light of the luminous pearl, her black robe draped heavily over her shoulders as she gazed at Luo Jinxiao. She spoke slowly, “Sister, you are the only one in this world, and the last one, who belongs to the divine.”

Luo Jinxiao felt that everything that had happened today was simply too bizarre.

So bizarre that when she heard such unbelievable words, her heart barely stirred.

“I know you don’t believe me. Do you remember the sudden surge of energy you felt in the Changming Tower?” Luo Ning asked.

Luo Jinxiao recalled that day; she had indeed heard an incredibly ancient voice. It suddenly clicked for her that the voice belonged to the black-robed figure, and thus also to Luo Ning.

“Also, what was in the soul lamp wasn’t a soul at all, but a strand of divine power that never dissipated, which has always belonged to you. If you weren’t a divine being, how could you withstand the impact of divine power?”

Listening to her words, Luo Jinxiao found herself reluctantly being convinced, even though she didn’t want to admit it.

“You say that was your divine power—are you also a divine being?” Luo Jinxiao asked.

Luo Ning shook her head slightly. “I am, yet I am not. The celestial realm has both failures and prodigies; the divine clan is no different. In the divine realm, I am that failure. You, sister, are different; you are the pride of the divine clan.”

“I am extremely weak, and I can’t even compete with ordinary cultivators. I’ve always had to dabble in the unorthodox, and thankfully, it’s allowed me to possess the ability to manipulate time, to bring you back to this moment.”

“So, it was you who sent me back two thousand years?” Luo Jinxiao exclaimed in shock. “Then what about Qu Weiyin? Why was she reborn?”

Upon hearing this, a hint of awkwardness appeared on Luo Ning’s face.

“There was a slight miscalculation in the formation; I accidentally brought back quite a few people present at the time.” Luo Ning scratched her head sheepishly.

Luo Jinxiao fell silent, at a loss for words.

Luo Ning coughed lightly, then spoke earnestly: “What you don’t know is that after you died, the demon lord Qu Weiyin also perished. Subsequently, the celestial realm invaded the demon realm, slaughtering nearly all of the demon clan. Heaven was furious and cast down divine retribution—floods, storms, volcanic eruptions, thunder, and lightning wreaked havoc upon all life across the four seas and eight desolations, leading to unimaginable suffering for the living beings.”

“Just like the previous destruction of the divine clan, no matter how powerful they were, they could not resist the will of heaven. At that time, the Father God prophesied all of this. He exhausted his divine power to spare my life, tasking me to find your reincarnation to prevent the world from collapsing.”

“But when I finally found your soul among countless living beings, you had already died in the war between the celestial and demon realms. I couldn’t think of any other way to save you, so I had no choice but to use the formation to bring your soul back to two thousand years ago, before the demon lord was born.”

“Then, I reincarnated as the youngest daughter of the Luo family, hoping to stay by your side and protect you along the way.”

After Luo Ning finished speaking, Luo Jinxiao felt her mind tangled in a web of confusion. She had received too much information all at once, making it difficult for her to digest.

After pondering for a while, she asked again, “You brought me back before the demon lord was born and made me into one who lacks celestial veins. Was it to prevent Qu Weiyin from turning to the demon path? Weren’t you afraid I might just die again that night? And why didn’t you tell me all this sooner, instead of letting it drag on until now?”

“No,” Luo Ning replied. “I just thought that the newly transformed Qu Weiyin would be easier to handle, so I chose to go back two thousand years ago. My original intention was to have you borrow the body of a dying person, but unexpectedly, you reincarnated right before Qu Weiyin. By the time I realized all this, it was too late. Fortunately, Qu Weiyin didn’t turn to the demon path after all, and when I saw you, you already possessed celestial veins.”

“I saw you living happily and thought everything would turn out well, so I kept this secret to myself. But then many events transpired, and I discovered that it wasn’t just you who returned; many demons also came back and continued to wreak havoc. Qu Weiyin still couldn’t escape the fate of turning to the demon path. Since then, I knew that everything would happen again, and even that calamity in the mortal realm would occur sooner, possibly in the near future.”

“But you are truly happy. You and Qu Weiyin love each other deeply, and I didn’t want to forcibly shatter that happiness, so I could only endure and watch everything unfold. But today, I truly have no choice; there isn’t much time left, sister,” Luo Ning said, her gaze dimming as clouds of mist swirled in her deep, dark eyes.

“Qu Weiyin has lost her mind; she has become that bloodthirsty demon lord again. The demon clan seeks revenge for the slaughter by the celestial realm, and it has all reversed, resulting in devastation once more. I have a premonition that soon, the four seas and eight desolations will once again face heaven’s retribution.”

“I already possess very little divine power left, and what remains has been nearly exhausted over the years. Although being a demigod grants me many powers that ordinary people do not have, it completely cannot prevent any tragedies from occurring. I need you.”

As she spoke, tears as large as beans fell onto her cloak. Then she stepped forward to grasp Luo Jinxiao’s arm.

Luo Jinxiao was stunned, staring at Luo Ning.

In a short amount of time, she had come to accept too much. Her mind spun with countless thoughts, the highs and lows washing over her, ultimately leaving only the notion of fate.

“But I am no longer a god; what can I do?” she replied.

Upon hearing her question, Luo Ning’s eyes brightened. She tightened her grip on Luo Jinxiao’s hand and pulled her toward the center of the temple, her tone urgent: “You are a god, and the most powerful one. Everything about you is sealed within the divine burial; it has been preserved forever.”

With a wave of her hand, a burst of white light flashed. In the place where she had fetched Wu Jue, the original red gemstone throne reappeared.

Luo Jinxiao was dragged along, stumbling and running to the throne’s front. The throne radiated with a gleaming light, exuding a noble chill, untouched by the countless collapses of the great hall.

Luo Jinxiao looked at Luo Ning in confusion.

“This throne is yours. When you perished, you were seated upon this throne, and it preserved everything about you.”

“Can I really stop any disaster?” Luo Jinxiao suddenly asked.

“The Father God said it can only be you,” Luo Ning replied, each word deliberate and clear.

Luo Jinxiao sighed. She reached out to touch the throne, but it felt utterly ordinary—there was nothing to signify its greatness.

In her past life, in her youth, she often mused about becoming the most powerful being, helping the common folk, vanquishing demons, and protecting her homeland. Now that she had the opportunity, she truly understood that it wasn’t an act filled with glory.

She turned to sit down when Luo Ning suddenly interjected.

“Sister. You need to think this through. Once you sit down, you will be reshaped as a god. It may be painful and could take a long time,” Luo Ning said softly.

Luo Jinxiao hesitated for a moment, her thoughts drifting to Qu Weiyin. She believed Luo Ning wouldn’t deceive her, but it dawned on her that Qu Weiyin had truly become the demon lord.

Surely, she had forgotten all about her.

A dull ache hit Luo Jinxiao’s heart, and she raised her eyes. “I want to see her one more time.”

Compassion flickered in Luo Ning’s eyes. “But the demon realm is not easy to enter. Even with your current power, it will require some effort. The streets are now buzzing with talk of the demon lord’s arrival. If you don’t believe…”

“I don’t disbelieve you,” Luo Jinxiao interrupted, her expression dim. “I just… want to see her.”

Then, she shook her head in a bitter laugh. “But what good would it do now? I can’t help her, nor can I help myself. You’re right. If I don’t stop this heavenly punishment, in the end, it will all lead to death.”

With that, Luo Jinxiao steeled herself and promptly turned to sit down on the throne.

In an instant, a hazy white mist enveloped her. She felt her soul retreating amidst countless flashes of light and shadow, surrounded by an array of scenes—busy marketplaces, mountains and rivers, the passing of day and night, and the flow of generations.

When the images abruptly stopped, a flood of memories surged into her mind.

Most of these memories were set in a place that changed little—a solitary island, a single day, and the endless white clouds drifted above.

Day after day, she sat on the island, gazing at the gradually shrinking and unclear ground below. There was nothing on the ground—only the vast blue ocean, slowly shifting at a leisurely pace.

Occasionally, gods would come to challenge her, and those moments were her only source of joy. However, that joy was fleeting, for within just three or four exchanges, the gods would all fall before her.

She would also step down from the island to take a look, but what greeted her was a desolate landscape, and in time, she ceased her explorations.

Days turned into years, and her loneliness never waned. The distant ocean gradually receded, revealing yellow silt. Eventually, grass and trees grew upon that silt, transforming the blue into a mix of blue and green.

So when she challenged others again, she gladly sent those lands flying, creating furrows and valleys.

As time passed, moving creatures began to inhabit the land, gradually erecting houses, cultivating fields, and hunting wild beasts. It was then that Father God forbade her from leaving the island.

Her life grew increasingly dull and solitary. She lay in the same spot day and night, feeling as though she would eventually become a massive fossil.

Fortunately, many years later, the Father God brought her back a small bundle of flesh. The little creature was quite fragile; it cried at the slightest touch and was soft and squishy. Disliking the sound of crying, she tossed it aside, keeping her distance from the little bundle.

Again, many years passed. The small bundle of flesh had grown into something akin to her—though still weak and unable to fight. The little being revealed that it wasn’t a pure divine being; it only carried half of the divine bloodline.

Life became slightly more interesting as the little one told jokes and played games. Although she found those games to be rather dull—especially those involving a piece of rope twisted into various shapes—their time together was filled with some semblance of joy.

They ran across the entire island, endlessly engaging in various games. During this period, she had been neglecting the far-off ground, which had accumulated many new things.

The little one spoke of not belonging to this island but of a distant land, saying that her mother wasn’t a divine being and expressing a desire to return home.

She wanted to help the little one get home.

Thus, she broke the celestial realm’s barrier, swiftly dealt with the guarding divine beings, and together with the little one, jumped down from the island. However, they had barely made an escape when the Father God caught up with them, binding her and returning her to the original spot.

The Father God was furious, declaring that she would never again leave the celestial realm for eternity, informing her that the little one was her sister and that they were both forbidden to leave.

Having long grown weary of the boring life as a divine being, she broke free from her restraints and challenged the Father God to a duel. They fought fiercely, causing the skies to darken. In the end, she was still defeated and sent crashing to the ground, battered and near unconscious.

During her recovery, the little one cried each day as she applied medicine to her wounds. Unable to move, she could only lie there, listening to the little one recount everything that happened on the island.

She heard that many were displeased with Father God’s rule and sought to overthrow him. As fate would have it, the celestial realm was divided into two factions, leading to battles and slaughter.

The little one was terrified, hiding in the temple and too afraid to step outside. Yet she was unafraid; she had long grown tired of life. Anyone who intruded into the temple with ill intentions met their end by her sword, their bodies piling like mountains, blood flowing like rivers.

The battles among the divine beings were enough to shake the heavens and earth, plunging day into night. Later, she learned that the Father God had emerged victorious; those who had opposed him were all killed. As a result, the mortal realm was drenched in a month-long blood rain, staining the mountains and rivers red.

She found herself suddenly questioning the meaning of her existence after countless years, wondering about the purpose of her brute strength.

Was it for the slaughter of the weak, or for the unification of the world?

She thought long and hard but couldn’t come to a conclusion. Thus, on a bright and sunny morning, she sat upon the throne and drove her sword into her chest.

In that instant, she suddenly understood the meaning of a term often spoken in the mortal realm.

Release.

Luo Jinxiao, who had been furrowing her brows in distress, suddenly found peace. Her head tilted to the side, resting against the throne, appearing either dead or in a deep slumber.

A gentle breeze swept through the temple, tousling her long, dark hair.

Luo Ning, who had been anxiously waiting, finally relaxed. She dropped to her knees and laid her head on Luo Jinxiao’s lap, speaking through her tears.

“Sister, you finally remember me, don’t you?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

Outside the silent celestial realm, everything had descended into chaos and despair. The demon realm had suddenly risen, and with the demon lord’s arrival, both immortals and mortals lived in constant fear.

The demon realm rapidly seized control of the mortal world, committing numerous atrocities, while the celestial realm struggled to maintain its ground. Only a few major sects, led by the Wuhui Sect, managed to hold on.

Wuhui Mountain and Wuzhong City, guarded by the Wuhui Sect, became one of the last bastions of purity.

In the following years, several more battles between the celestial and demon realms erupted, and eventually, the widely reviled and feared demon lord appeared before the public. To everyone’s astonishment, they discovered that the infamous, bloodthirsty demon lord was none other than Qu Weiyin from the Wuhui Sect.

Everywhere Qu Weiyin went, the legends spoke of cries that shook the heavens, with not a blade of grass left alive, and all life withering away.

Thus, the mortal realm fell into suffering and chaos.

And so, three years passed in this state of turmoil.