Fall: Rebirth

"Ling Han, why are you so free today?" Chu Heng looked at Ling Han seriously with curiosity in his eyes and asked.

"Yes, I thought your master had returned and was going to start training you strictly. We didn't dare to look for you." After hearing Chu Heng's words, Xier turned around, raised his lips slightly, and echoed. His words were light-hearted, but his eyes revealed his concern for Ling Han.

At this moment, everyone turned their gazes to Ling Han at the same time, with different lights flashing in their eyes. Some were expectant, some were puzzled, and some were curious.

"My master is out and is not in the Temple of Death now." Ling Han answered softly. His voice was not loud, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Gone out?" Qingli asked softly. Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a flowing spring.

"Yeah." Ling Han nodded and continued, "He said he was going to meet an old friend, and he didn't let Zi Yu and Takizawa follow him." His tone was calm, without the slightest ripple.

"Old friend?" There was a hint of doubt in Ziying's tone. Her eyes fell on Ling Han, and her eyebrows raised slightly, showing her inner curiosity.

"That's what the master said. I didn't ask anything else." Ling Han answered calmly. His expression remained calm, as if he didn't have too many emotional fluctuations because of this topic.

"I didn't expect that Lord Yeyou, who looks so indifferent, still has old friends." Hill spoke frankly, his tone carrying a hint of surprise and even some ridicule.

Qingli frowned slightly and said softly, "She should be going to Shengsi Cliff to see the reed fog."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, as if she was recalling some unpleasant memories.

"Fog God?" Yi Chun was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, and his face was full of disbelief.

Hearing the word "Fog God", Chu Heng, Ling Han and Xi'er could not help but look at each other with a hint of shock in their eyes, because they had also heard about the escape of the Fog God from the Land of Exile in the past two days.

Qingli nodded slightly in response to Yi Chun.

Ling Han shifted his gaze to Qingli and asked curiously, "God Lord, is the God of Mist very close to my master?"

Qingli's eyes became a little blurry, as if she was recalling the past, and she said softly: "Once upon a time, they were best friends."

Ling Han listened quietly. He could feel the sadness in Qingli's heart, just like ripples on a calm lake caused by the wind. He couldn't help but wonder what happened to cause such a big conflict between the two gods.

"However, since Goddess Yeyou has gone to the Cliff of Reflection, it means that she still can't let go of this friendship." Yi Chun interrupted from the side, with a hint of regret in his tone.

"Not necessarily. With Yeyou's personality, she would never take the initiative to look for Jiawu. Maybe the ancestor god asked her to go." Qingli sighed softly, his tone full of helplessness and worry.

Ling Han frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a trace of worry, and asked: "Then Master went to the Cliff of Reflection, doesn't that mean..."

Qingli gently patted Ling Han's shoulder and consoled him, "Don't worry, they are not likely to suffer any loss given their personalities."

Everyone fell silent and the atmosphere became somewhat solemn, as if a dark cloud was hanging over their heads.

Chu Heng looked at Qingli seriously, his eyes full of doubts, his brows slightly wrinkled, and his lips slightly pursed, like a curious child.

"Have you heard the story of the God of Fog?" Ziying looked incredulous, his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly open, as if he had heard a huge secret.

Chu Heng nodded and said, "I also secretly heard some elders in the clan say this before."

"But I haven't heard the messenger tell the story of the God of Mist before in school." Hill frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction in his tone, his eyes narrowed and his brows slightly furrowed.

"That's because she is the God of Sin. There is no way that her story can exist in the school." Yi Chun interrupted at this time, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"So that's why, no wonder." Hill suddenly realized, a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Then tell me, what do they say about the God of Fog?" Ziying looked at Chu Heng with a look of excitement and sparkling eyes, as if he was expecting a wonderful story.

Hearing Ziying's words, Qingli raised his eyes slightly, the corners of his lips slightly raised, a smile flashed in his eyes, and with a hint of ridicule in his tone, he said: "You are really gossipy."

Ziying rolled his eyes at Qingli, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "It's just a story."

"I want to listen too." Yi Chun suddenly interrupted at this moment, his tone full of curiosity and anticipation.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Chu Heng. Chu Heng looked around somewhat embarrassedly. When his eyes fell on Qingli, he saw Qingli slightly closed his eyes and nodded gently.

So Chu Heng took a deep breath, a hint of nervousness flashed in his eyes, and said, "I also heard it from the elders. Legend has it that the Goddess of Mist is shaped like mist, erratic, and almost without a physical form. She can appear silently in any corner. Her voice is hoarse and low, with traces of time. Whenever she speaks, the surrounding mist will fluctuate with her words, forming all kinds of wonderful patterns, like a mysterious painting. The power of the Goddess of Mist comes from the control of water vapor. She can summon thick fog that covers the sky and the sun, and she can also condense the fog into a sharp weapon in an instant. Her existence makes people both awed and curious, because she always leaves mysterious clues in the fog, guiding those who are destined to explore unknown secrets."

"Horse voice? Who told you that? I just saw her two days ago, how could she be like what you said?" Yi Chun asked with a surprised look on her face, her voice as melodious as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley. She frowned slightly, her big eyes full of doubts.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Chu Heng scratched his head in embarrassment, his face slightly red, and whispered: "Then I didn't say that myself."

"Has anyone else heard of the story of the God of Mist?" Ziying looked at Xi Er and Ling Han and asked curiously.

Hill shook his head and said, "We elves rarely contact the outside world. I haven't heard of it."

At this time, Ling Han spoke up and said, "When I was a child, I heard my mother say that the Goddess of Fog was described as a goddess in a light blue robe, her long hair like swirling clouds, floating in the air. Her face was blurry, and only when she smiled could you see her two crescent-shaped eyes. The Goddess of Fog has slender fingers, with tiny water droplets condensed on her fingertips, and each drop of water contains powerful vitality. She can create a vibrant fog forest in the blink of an eye, allowing lost travelers to find their way home. The appearance of the Goddess of Fog is always accompanied by gentle winds and melodious flute sounds, and her flute sounds can dispel the haze in people's hearts." There was a hint of awe in Ling Han's voice, and his eyes flashed with the light of memories.

After listening to Ling Han's words, Ziying nodded slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and said: "This is closer. The dark blue robe and the sound of the flute are indeed used to describe the God of Mist. However, why do you say that his face is blurry?"

"Maybe it's because no one has ever really seen the face of the God of Mist." Hill suddenly interrupted.

"But when I met her two days ago, she looked cold, arrogant, and difficult to get along with. She was wearing a long black dress. In short, she looked like a hint of death." Yi Chun frowned slightly and said slowly.

"In fact, the Goddess of Mist was indeed a very gentle woman at first, and many male gods were attracted to her. But later, when she was spreading fog in the lower world, she met a mortal fairy, and then she fell in love with that fairy by accident. After that, the fairy died, and her personality changed drastically. In the end, she made a big mistake and was imprisoned in the land of exile." Ziying narrated in a light tone, with a barely perceptible sadness on her face.

"Then why did that mortal immortal die?" Hill asked curiously.

"We don't know the reason behind this. Anyway, the God of Mist killed some fairies who harmed him at that time. Since then, she has become like this, and seems a little crazy." Ziying said in a light tone, as if he knew something about the God of Mist, but was unwilling to say more.

“That’s really a pity. We’ve always heard the story of the God of Mist from some elders, and we thought we could learn about it in school. But we haven’t heard the envoy of God tell us about it, and we don’t dare to ask.” Ling Han’s words revealed a hint of helplessness.

"Isn't it easy for you to understand her? Your master is very close to her. You can just ask her directly if you want to know anything!" Ziying looked at Ling Han seriously and said.

"Yes, yes, you can ask the God of Death." A bright smile appeared on Yi Chun's face, with an extra bit of anticipation.

"Ah? This..." Ling Han looked a little embarrassed.

"Instead of asking him to ask that taciturn person, you might as well ask Ziyu directly." Qingli said incisively.

"That's right." Ziying thought for a moment and continued, "Don't expect your master to say anything. I think she is too embarrassed to go to the cliff to reflect on herself. Who knows how long she has been standing there."

"Where is the Cliff of Reflection?" Hill asked seriously.

"That's the place where gods who have made mistakes go to reflect on their mistakes," Yi Chun continued.

Hill suddenly realized and nodded in response.

"It seems that the punishment is not very severe." Chu Heng said in a low voice.

"Before, the God of Mist contradicted the Ancestral God, and the Ancestral God said that he would throw her into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Punishments. If it weren't for everyone's pleading for her, she wouldn't have just gone to the Cliff of Reflection now." Ziying complained bluntly.

"Wan Xingyuan, sounds like he's very powerful." Ling Han suddenly became interested and asked.

"It must be terrible. There are all kinds of tortures in there, it's too horrible to watch. Even a powerful god would be afraid of such a place." Ziying explained.

"But I'm not afraid." Qingli chuckled.

"That's right." Ziying continued with a dissatisfied look on her face, "She still looks fearless. Several gods interceded for her and allowed her to reflect on her mistakes at the cliff, but she didn't even appreciate it."

"This... sounds quite interesting." Yi Chun said cautiously.

"Interesting?" Ziying glanced at Yi Chun and said, "If you want to know more, just wait for her to come out of the cliff of reflection! The ancestor god has already said that she will resume her position as a god when she comes out of the cliff of reflection."

"Really?" Yi Chun, Chu Heng, Ling Han and Xi'er all asked in unison, with anticipation gleaming in their eyes.

Seeing this, Qingli couldn't help but smile softly and shook his head.

"No, what are you looking forward to?" Ziying asked with a confused look on his face.

"Master, I discovered a few days ago that she seems to be quite powerful, so I am somewhat interested in her." Yi Chun said cautiously, with curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

"She is indeed very powerful. Apart from Feng Chu and Zi Yu, she is the most powerful god in the divine world." Ziying explained casually.

At this time, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes full of anticipation.

Qingli nodded slightly, indicating her agreement with Ziying's statement. There was a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes, and then she said, "Don't talk about the God of Mist. Listening to your stories, I am a little curious. What do you think of me?"

"God, you are the God of Life!" Yi Chun said first, with a bright smile on her face, "Your story must be full of love and salvation."

“Yes, everyone says that you have an endless heart of love and that you illuminate everything in the world with your warm glow.” Ling Han also added at this moment.

Ziying chuckled, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "I'm afraid it's more than that?"

"What else?" Qingli asked curiously.

“I’ve heard before that Lord Qingli is somewhat mysterious and majestic, and that he possesses the power of reincarnation and can bring the dead back to life.” Ling Han added, his eyes full of reverence.

"Really?" Qingli raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of surprise.

“The one with a bit of mystery and majesty, he must be your master, right?” Ziying looked at Ling Han with a teasing look in his eyes.

"Then it's not just something mysterious and majestic. It's simply terrifying to hear about it." Chu Heng muttered in a low voice.

"That's normal. The prestige of the God of Death is too high. The gods in the divine world are terrified when they hear about it, let alone the lower world." Yi Chun waved his hand and continued, "So the image of Qingli God is still the most recognized by everyone."

"In fact, these are just everyone's imagination of me." Qingli raised the corners of his lips slightly and said slowly: "And I am just fulfilling my duty and protecting the lives of the people on this continent."

Hearing this, everyone around nodded in agreement, but they had different thoughts in their hearts. Some people felt that Qingli was right and that she was just fulfilling her duties; but more people believed that Qingli was not only fulfilling her duties, but also saving the world and protecting all living beings.

Therefore, in their minds, Qingli has surpassed ordinary gods and has become a symbol of faith and hope. This faith and hope not only gives them the courage to face the difficulties in life, but also makes them believe that as long as they persist, there will always be a day when they will usher in light and beauty.