Fall: Rebirth

In the Qiankun Hall, Qingtian sat in the center of the main hall, his face stern and imposing without anger. Beside him, Fengchu stood quietly, guarding him as always.

Yeyou and Qingli sat at the tables on both sides of the hall, leisurely sipping the steaming hot tea. They had a relaxed look on their faces, as if they were not worried about what was about to happen.

In front of the hall, the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird and Black Tortoise stood neatly in a row.

Although they exuded a powerful aura, Qinglong and Xuanwu both lowered their heads slightly to show respect in the face of Qingtian's majesty.

However, Zhu Niao was an exception. She was once captured by Feng Chu from the lower world and had a fierce battle with Feng Chu, so her heart was full of resentment and dissatisfaction. At this moment, her eyes were fixed on the other party, revealing obvious hostility.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was extremely quiet, as if time had stopped.

Qingtian's eyes lightly swept across the three people in front of the hall, and finally stopped on Ye You who was drinking tea.

"Didn't I ask you to find four beasts? Why are there only three?" Qingtian suddenly spoke. His voice was low and powerful. Although it was plain, it carried an irresistible majesty that made people feel a chill.

Facing Qingtian's question, Qinglong, Zhuniao and Xuanwu all seemed a little nervous. They looked at each other, as if they were thinking about something.

At this moment, Ye You suddenly stopped the cup she had just picked up at her lips, her sharp eyes suddenly raised, and then she slowly put the cup back on the table. Her movements were elegant and calm, but with an indescribable majesty.

Ye You slowly turned his head slightly, his eyes as cold as ice fell on Qingtian in the hall, and he said coldly without any scruples: "I haven't even had time to drink a cup of tea, and you can't wait to come and question me?"

Hearing Ye You's words, Qinglong, Zhuniao and Xuanwu were all surprised and sighed in their hearts. Although they already knew that the Goddess of Death was cold and ruthless, they never expected that she would be so cold and indifferent even when facing the Ancestral God.

After hearing this, Qingtian showed a look of surprise on his face, and waved his hands hurriedly to explain: "How could I have such an idea? I just wanted to understand the situation."

Ye You raised his eyebrows, blinked, and looked seriously at Qingtian above the hall, with a hint of indifference and doubt in his eyes.

Ye You snorted coldly, turned his head and looked away, picked up the teacup that had been placed on the table just now, took a sip of tea, and an imperceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This action shocked Qinglong, Zhuniao and Xuanwu, and their eyes kept moving back and forth between Qingtian and Yeyou.

Qinglong thought to himself: This God of Death is really arrogant!

Zhuniao secretly sighed in his heart: She is really crazy.

Xuanwu thought to himself: It seems that the ancestor god is not angry at the arrogance of the god of death. Instead, he seems to be somewhat indulgent.

At this moment, Qingli could no longer suppress her inner smile, and she chuckled as she raised the corners of her mouth. She turned her gaze to Yeyou, who was sitting opposite her, with a hint of teasing in her eyes, and said softly, "Well, don't keep Master in suspense anymore, look at how anxious he is."

Upon hearing this, Ye You turned her head to look at Qingli opposite her. A trace of disdain flashed across her face. She snorted coldly and responded bluntly: "Is he anxious? It seems to me that he thinks we are not doing our job well!" Her eyes were like cold blades, revealing an indifferent and sharp aura, as if they could penetrate people's souls and make people shudder.

After hearing Ye You's words, Qingtian frowned slightly, raised his hands lightly, but soon dropped them weakly and sighed helplessly, as if he felt a little helpless about Ye You's words.

Qinglong, Zhuniao and Xuanwu stood aside, looking at each other, not daring to breathe, for fear of angering Qingtian and Yeyou. Only their eyeballs kept rolling in their sockets, showing their inner tension and uneasiness.

When Feng Chu saw this, he couldn't help but purse his lips slightly and raised his eyebrows, looking very embarrassed.

The entire hall suddenly fell into silence, and no one dared to break this tranquility easily.

Qingli raised the corners of her lips and shook her head gently. Her laughter was like a gentle spring breeze, bringing a touch of warmth and comfort.

Then Qingli gently waved his fingers, and suddenly, the Qiankun Ding slowly appeared in the void, like a shining pearl.

Then, a beam of white light slowly flew out from the Qiankun Cauldron. When the beam of light fell to the ground, the figure of a white tiger gradually emerged from the void, like a majestic mountain.

The white tiger was huge, with snow-white fur without a single color, like a piece of fine silk, gleaming with an intoxicating light. It exuded a powerful aura, like a surging torrent, which made people marvel.

The white tiger's eyes are like two bright sapphires, revealing majesty and mystery, just like the deep starry sky. Its claws are extremely sharp, flashing with cold light, like a sharp sword, as if it can easily tear any enemy apart. Its tail is like a flexible whip, gently swinging, exuding powerful power, like a flag in the wind.

On the white tiger's head, a pair of ears stand upright, always alert, like two sharp thorns, as if listening to the slightest movement around, showing its majesty and dominance.

"White Tiger?" Xuanwu stared at Baihu and muttered softly.

Xuanwu didn't know much about the white tiger, but he could tell from the white tiger's mighty appearance that it was no ordinary creature.

Qingtian saw the white tiger appear in front of the hall and nodded slightly, as if to express his approval of the white tiger's arrival. Then, he flicked his fingers lightly, and instantly a bright light enveloped the white tiger's entire body, like a gorgeous rainbow.

The white tiger was bathed in the light, and its body began to change. The light became stronger and stronger, and the hair on the white tiger gradually became transparent, as if it had merged with the surrounding light.

When the light reached its peak, the figure of the white tiger suddenly disappeared from the spot, and was replaced by a human figure emitting dazzling light.

The figure gradually became clearer, and eventually turned into a young man. He was tall and strong, with clear muscle lines. Each muscle was full of strength, exuding a powerful aura, like a majestic mountain. He was wearing a white robe, and the sleeves of the robe fluttered in the wind, looking elegant and mysterious, like a white cloud.

His hair fell on his shoulders like silver threads, shining with a faint light, as bright as stars. His face was handsome, with clear contours, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and he looked very heroic. His eyebrows were thick and sharp, like two sharp swords, revealing a kind of majesty. His eyes were deep and sharp, like two bright gems, shining with indifference and alienation. His nose was high and his lips were tightly closed, revealing a firm determination. His skin was as white as snow, as crystal clear as jade, without a single flaw.

"Greetings to the Ancestral God, Lord Yeyou, and Lord Qingli." After transforming into a human form, Baihu first bowed to them one by one. His movements were elegant and generous, as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water.

"No need to be so polite." Although Qingtian's voice was not loud, it carried an unignorable majesty and was clearly heard by everyone.

"This guy is so handsome." Zhuniao stared at the white tiger and couldn't help muttering in a low voice, as if the white tiger was a precious work of art.

Upon hearing this, Qinglong snorted coldly, glanced at Zhuniao with a displeased look, and whispered, "In your eyes, everyone seems to be handsome." There was a hint of disdain in his voice, as if Zhuniao was a superficial person who only looked at appearance.

"It's none of your business." Zhuniao retorted in a low voice, her voice carrying a hint of anger, as if Qinglong was meddling in her affairs.

Baihu glanced at the three people in front of the hall, then frowned slightly and said with some dissatisfaction: "So, I am the only one locked in this broken cauldron?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice, as if he was the one who was left out.

Hearing Baihu's words, Qinglong, who was about to refute Zhuniao, stopped talking. He looked at Baihu, and after seeing Baihu's dissatisfied look, he couldn't help but cover his mouth with his sleeves and laughed secretly. His laughter was a little cunning, as if he was mocking Baihu.

Zhuniao and Xuanwu also looked at Baihu awkwardly without saying a word, their expressions showing a hint of helplessness.

"What broken tripod? That is the treasure of the ancestor god, called the Qiankun Tripod." At this moment, Feng Chu suddenly scolded in a harsh voice. Her voice carried a hint of majesty, as if she was teaching an ignorant child a lesson.

Hearing Fengchu's scolding, Zhuniao couldn't help but glance at Fengchu, and Fengchu also looked at Zhuniao. When their eyes met, the air was filled with a hint of hostility. Their eyes were like two sharp swords, clashing in the air, as if expressing their dissatisfaction with each other.

After being scolded by Feng Chu, Baihu realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, so he shut his mouth obediently, but a trace of helplessness and unwillingness still appeared on his face.

Qinglong seemed to have noticed something. His eyes kept moving back and forth between Fengchu and Zhuniao, carefully observing their every expression.

At this time, Qingli smiled slightly, looked back and forth between Fengchu and Zhuniao, and jokingly said, "You two, are you still brooding over what happened before?"

When Feng Chu and Zhu Niao heard this, they immediately turned their gaze away from each other and remained silent.

"Okay, don't waste time." Ye You slowly stood up and said in a cold voice.

Then, she slowly turned around, facing Qingtian, looked at him coldly, and asked, "What do you want to tell me? Tell me quickly. I am tired."

Qingtian shifted his gaze to Yeyou, and after seeing Yeyou's cold eyes, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Then, he glanced at the people in front of the hall and slowly said, "We will discuss this matter tomorrow."

"Boring." Ye You said these two words coldly, then flicked his sleeves lightly, raised his face slightly, turned and walked towards the entrance of the hall. After a few steps, Ye You's figure turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared into the void.

Qingtian looked at Ye You's receding back, sighed helplessly, and whispered slowly: "You are still so stubborn."

At the same time, Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger and Black Tortoise all looked bewildered and looked at each other in silence. Who could have expected that Ye You would leave so resolutely.

"Then I'll go first." Qingli slowly stood up, bowed respectfully to Qingtian, turned around and was about to leave.

After Qingli took a few steps, Qinglong couldn't help but shout out: "God lord..."

Hearing Qinglong's call, Qingli stopped, looked back at Qinglong, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

"Are you leaving just like that? Then we..." Baihu also frowned and asked.

Qingli cast his gaze towards the white tiger, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, chuckled, and said slowly: "Don't worry, the ancestor god has his own arrangements."

After saying that, Qingli's figure turned into a dazzling white light and quickly rushed out of the hall. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the endless void.

At this moment, the atmosphere became awkward and no one spoke, as if time had stopped.

After a while, Qingtian, who was sitting in the hall, finally broke the silence and slowly said, "Feng Chu."

"Feng Chu is here." Feng Chu was stunned, and quickly stepped forward and answered respectfully.

"Take them down to rest!" Although Qingtian's voice was not loud, the majesty contained in it made people dare not underestimate it.

"Yes." Feng Chu responded loudly and respectfully.

"You go down with Feng Chu to rest first, and we will discuss the rest in the meeting hall tomorrow." Qingtian said calmly.

Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise all bowed and saluted at the same time, saying, "Yes, Ancestor God."

The divine world is exceptionally peaceful at night. The sky is dotted with stars, twinkling with faint light, like a beautiful painting.

Along the way, the four of them were silent, each thinking about their own things.

Soon, Feng Chu brought the four people to a courtyard closest to the Qiankun Palace.

The yard is very quiet, surrounded by exotic flowers and plants, emitting bursts of fragrance.

There are two rooms on each side of the courtyard. They look clean and tidy, obviously having been carefully taken care of by the gods' servants.

"Gentlemen, this is where you will rest tonight. If you need anything, you can tell me at any time. I will come to pick you up to the meeting hall tomorrow morning." Feng Chu suddenly broke the silence and said.

Everyone looked at each other, nodded, chose a room, and went back to rest.