Fall: Rebirth

The edge of the divine world is like a vortex of chaos, filled with endless mystery and crisis.

In this land of desolation and ruins, former rebels or gods of sin were exiled here and imprisoned in this corner far away from the world of gods.

Special guards patrol here every day to ensure that these exiles cannot escape their restraints.

The person on duty today is the Water God’s eldest disciple—Yi Chun.

Yi Chun has a tall and agile figure, with a clear-cut face that looks as delicate as a sculpture.

At this moment, she was wearing solid armor, and although her hair was simply tied up, it could not hide her heroic appearance. The neutral dress added a unique charm.

Her eyes were firm and sharp, as if they could penetrate all the fog and detect any unusual movements at the border.

Yi Chun silently led several of his men to patrol the border, and every step was full of strength and determination, like a brave and fearless warrior guarding the peace of this land.

However, at this moment, a strange light rushed towards Yi Chun like lightning.

Yi Chun was quick-witted and quick-handed. He quickly pushed away the men around him, then nimbly rolled over to avoid the attack.

"It seems that my sneak attack has failed again."

Accompanied by a clear and pleasant voice, a man in red came into view. His appearance seemed to bring a touch of vitality and vigor to this desolate place.

Yi Chun took a closer look and couldn't help but feel a familiar feeling in his heart. It turned out that this person was the eldest disciple of the God of Fire - Huanyang.

Huanyang was wearing a fiery red outfit, bright and eye-catching, like a burning flame. His expression was uninhibited, revealing a kind of confidence and pride, as if he was the most dazzling existence in the world.

Due to the delicate relationship between the gods of water and fire, Huan Yang and Yi Chun can be said to be old rivals, and they have been fighting each other for thousands of years.

"Huanyang, why don't you stay in your jurisdiction and run to this desolate place?" Yi Chun asked unhappily, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Huanyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a teasing smile: "I heard that the exile place has been unstable recently, so I came here to check it out."

Yi Chun snorted coldly and retorted: "Humph, stop talking nonsense. If you want to cause trouble, just say it directly. If I hadn't reacted quickly just now, I would have been injured."

"Really? I didn't expect that a casual palm from me could make our Water God disciple so nervous." Huanyang chuckled, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Upon hearing this, Yi Chun frowned slightly and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she did not say much. She just said lightly: "It's so boring." After that, she turned around and prepared to move on.

"Hey... don't go!" Huanyang became anxious when he saw Yi Chun was about to leave, and quickly reached out to hold her.

Yi Chun stopped, turned around and glared at Huanyang fiercely, and said coldly: "Why, do you still want to fight?"

Huanyang quickly shook his head and waved his hands, with an innocent expression on his face, and said, "I don't want to fight with you." He paused, and then said seriously, "Yi Chun, I just think there are some misunderstandings between us, and I hope we can sit down and have a good talk."

Yi Chun raised the corner of her mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile. She rolled her eyes at Huanyang, then sneered: "Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding do you think there is between us?" Her voice was full of disdain and contempt.

Huanyang heard the irony in Yi Chun's words, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he frowned slightly and said seriously, "Yi Chun, why are you always so hostile to me? Can't we just have a chat calmly? It's really tiring to be so confrontational every time we meet."

Yi Chun sneered, his eyes revealing indifference and disdain, "What else can we talk about? You and I are like water and fire, incompatible with each other. There is no point in talking to each other."

Before he finished speaking, Yi Chun turned around resolutely, as if he didn't want to stay for a moment.

However, at this moment, Huanyang quickly stretched out a hand, gently placed it on Yichun's shoulder, and whispered, "Wait a minute."

Yi Chun turned her head suddenly, her eyes as sharp as a knife, staring at the hand on her shoulder. She reached out and grabbed it without hesitation.

Huanyang couldn't help but gasp in pain. "Hiss!" He quickly retracted his hand, a painful expression on his face, and complained, "Be gentle! It hurts so much!"

Yi Chun's eyes became increasingly cold, and her voice was so icy that it seemed to freeze the air. "Don't follow me again, or don't blame me for being rude to you!" After saying that, she walked away without looking back, her steps firm and resolute.

Huanyang silently watched Yi Chun's back gradually receding, feeling helpless. He looked down at his scratched hand and muttered to himself, "With such a bad temper, people who don't know the situation will really mistake you for the disciple of the God of Fire!"