Fall: Rebirth

The next morning, the sun shone through the clouds onto the earth, but in the world where Qingtian lived, there was a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Due to an abnormality in the seal of the Exiled Land, the God of Mist successfully escaped. Qingtian urgently summoned all the gods to the council hall to discuss the matter together.

When the gods entered the hall one by one and stood in their respective seats, Qingtian sat in the hall. His eyes were as sharp as torches and he stared at every god present with a serious expression.

He spoke in a low and majestic voice: "The seal of the Land of Exile is abnormal, the barrier is loose, and the God of Sin has escaped. Do the gods know about this?"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt thrown into the hall, causing an uproar in an instant.

The gods began to whisper to each other, and the noisy discussions filled the entire hall, one after another.

"How can this be?"

"The barrier of the Exiled Land is extremely powerful! How could it be easily loosened?"

"Not to mention that there is divine power suppressed there, how can the God of Sin escape?"

However, in stark contrast to the gods' surprised reactions, the gods in the temple seemed unusually calm. They just sat there quietly, without any surprise, and just listened quietly to the discussions of other gods.

Qingtian frowned and slapped the armrest hard, making a crisp sound, successfully attracting the attention of the gods. He then said, "It was the God of Mist who escaped this time."

"What?" The gods were shocked and stared at each other with wide eyes, their faces full of disbelief.

"Even if the God of Mist once possessed powerful divine power, he has now been demoted to the God of Sin, and is also suppressed by divine power in the land of exile. How could he escape so easily?" The Snow Goddess was full of doubts and confusion, and she couldn't help but ask.

"What the Snow God said is absolutely right." The Wind God nodded in agreement, "I think there must be some mystery hidden in this."

"No matter what, the escape of the God of Sin will surely cause a huge disaster." Lei Shen said worriedly, "We must arrest her as soon as possible."

"But now the Goddess of Mist has already fled, so it's not easy to find her." The God of Rain analyzed calmly.

The gods expressed their opinions one after another, and for a while they argued endlessly, with the noise being endless.

Qingtian raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said: "This time there was indeed an extremely powerful force that weakened the barrier, thus helping the Mist God escape."

"What kind of power is so strong that it can even weaken the barrier of the Exiled Land?"

At this moment, there was an uproar in front of the hall again, and the gods were whispering and discussing.

At the same time, Hill and Chu Heng arrived outside the Temple of Death early in the morning, planning to go look for Ling Han.

When they just walked to the front door, they happened to see Ling Han slowly walking out.

The moment the three people met, they were all stunned at the same time, with surprise in their eyes.

Chu Heng and Xi'er looked Ling Han up and down seriously and found that Ling Han's attire today was completely different from usual.

Normally, Ling Han always wore light-colored clothes, looking elegant and graceful; however, today Ling Han was dressed in a traditional Chinese uniform, black from head to toe, even his sleeves were black. He looked like a ghost walking out of the darkness, exuding a mysterious and cold aura.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ling Han asked with some confusion, and then began to examine himself.

"Why are you wearing so black today?" Hill finally couldn't help but ask.

After hearing this, Ling Han smiled slightly and explained, "The classes in this academy have already ended, so there is no need to wear that uniform all day. And the uniforms in the Temple of Death are basically black, so I naturally dress like that." He said it lightly, as if he didn't think there was anything special about it.

"Although you look good in black, I always feel like there's something weird about it." Chu Heng said thoughtfully as he looked Ling Han up and down.

Ling Han was tall and straight, with an elegant temperament. His black clothes made his skin look white as snow, and his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes made him look extraordinarily handsome. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could penetrate a person's soul.

"Yes, it feels kind of lifeless." Hill also nodded repeatedly, his eyes revealing his recognition and resonance of Chu Heng's point of view.

"Really?" Hearing this, Ling Han couldn't help but raise his hands and once again lowered his head to look at himself carefully. He seemed a little confused, but at the same time he began to seriously think about what Chu Heng said.

"Would it be better to change the base color?" Chu Heng touched his chin and stared at Ling Han's clothes thoughtfully, as if looking for a better solution.

"Black is also good, it won't even show if you're injured!" Ling Han raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile. His words were somewhat teasing, trying to diffuse the current slightly serious atmosphere.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you talking about being injured so early in the morning?" Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him unhappily, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with Ling Han's joke.

He couldn't help but stretch out his fist and lightly punch Ling Han in the chest. This punch was not very strong, it was more of a play and intimacy between friends.

Ling Han pretended to be in pain and covered his chest. He deliberately amplified his voice several times and shouted exaggeratedly: "Ouch, it hurts! Look, I am injured, right?"

His performance made people laugh and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

"Alright, alright, stop messing around." Hill couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted their frolicking with a smile. He reminded them in a gentle but firm tone, "We came to see you today for serious business."

Ling Han then stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at them, and asked calmly, "Oh? What's the matter?"

Chu Heng added: "Of course I want to practice with you, but you look like you have something important to do? Are you planning to go out?"

"Oh, Zi Yu said that Master will be back today, so I want to go to Chenchu ​​Palace to find the God and ask where I should go to welcome Master!" As Ling Han spoke, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable excitement in his heart.

"No need to go. Master has gone to the conference hall early in the morning to discuss matters." Chu Heng said casually as he walked towards the door.

"Yes, my master also went to the meeting hall early in the morning. It is probably related to what happened last night." Hill said seriously, and followed Chu Heng into the house.

"What's the matter?" Chu Heng and Ling Han spoke almost at the same time, asking in unison.

Chu Heng turned around and looked at Hill, with curiosity flashing in his eyes, while Ling Han quickened his pace, stepped forward quickly, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Hill.

"I heard that there seemed to be a problem with the seal of the Exile Land, causing the God of Mist to escape. My senior sister was seriously injured last night, and it was the God of Fire's eldest disciple who sent her back to heal her wounds." Hill frowned and said worriedly.

"God of Fog?" There was a strange flash in Ling Han's eyes.

Seeing Ling Han's strange expression, Hill nodded and continued, "I don't know the specific situation."

Chu Heng crossed his arms and looked at Xi'er, with a puzzled look on his face, and asked, "How come I never knew you had a senior sister?"

Hill showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, scratched his head and replied: "I just learned about this last night."

Ling Han became more and more curious about this woman named Wu Shen, and asked, "Who is the eldest disciple of the Fire God?"

Hill quickly replied, "His name is Huanyang."