Fall: Rebirth

Temple of Death.

Qingli was lying on a tree. The trunk was as hard as iron, and the branches were as smooth as mirrors. There was not a trace of green shade. She gazed at the starry sky, bathing in the tranquility of the moment.

At this time, Ye You brought two bottles of wine and sat quietly on the stone bench under the tree. The breeze blew past, making her feel cool and pleasant. The moonlight sprinkled on her face, outlining her outline very clearly.

"Look at you, you come to my Temple of the Dead every day and lie on this dead tree. There's a bed but you don't lie on it, and there's a table and chair but you don't sit on it." Ye You threw one of the bottles of wine towards Qingli while speaking, and the bottle drew a graceful arc.

Qingli reached out to catch the bottle, raised it with a smile, and slowly spoke: "Speaking of which, this tree is really difficult to grow. It took Master 50,000 years of Chaos Power, and in the end, it didn't even have a leaf. It's better that it doesn't grow leaves, so that I can lie here and look at the starry sky."

Ye You sneered at the iron tree in front of him, admiring its tenacity and perseverance: "This is an iron tree, how can it have leaves?"

"So doesn't this fit in with your Death Temple? The master even moved the tree to your place."

"Come on! You're the only one who comes here to lie down every day. Why don't you move to your Chenchu ​​Palace?"

"My Chenchu ​​Palace is full of life. It would be a shame to let this dead thing go, right?"

"Dead thing?" Ye You sneered, "Dead thing, you come here and lie down every day. I think one day the iron tree will be alive because of you."

"The ancestor god watered the tree for 50,000 years but couldn't bring it back to life. Do I have the ability to do that?"

“That’s hard to say. The regenerative power in you is something that the ancestor god does not have. Maybe your divine power can bring it back to life.” Ye You said jokingly while taking a sip of wine.

Qingli remained silent for a while before speaking: "If this tree can come back to life, its divine power should be greater than ours, right?"

"That's for sure. We have only been under the power of chaos for ten thousand years, but it has been under it for fifty thousand years. If it can survive, its power will definitely be greater than ours."

"If it survives..."

"If it were alive, Master wouldn't have watered another sacred tree, and we wouldn't exist."

As Ye You whispered, Qingli gently raised her hand and touched the bare tree. The bark was cool and smooth. She curled the corners of her lips slightly and took a sip of the wine. The mellow fragrance soothed her throat and she felt refreshed immediately.

"So you are here!"

Suddenly a breeze blew by, and Ziying's voice was as clear as spring water. She came over slowly, carrying a few jugs of wine, and placed them delicately on the stone table.

A burst of fragrant aroma came, and Ye You couldn't help but ask: "What kind of wine is this?"

"I haven't thought of a name yet, but... I'm already drunk."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuangu staggered in from the door.

"I will go and sleep now."

Yuan Gu mumbled over and said something before walking towards Ye You's bedroom alone.

Looking at Yuangu's back, Ye You helplessly took a sip of wine, shook his head, and said, "They always say that my Death Temple is deserted, but they always like to come to my Death Temple."

Ziying looked at Yuangu's back and heard Yeyou say this, and was suddenly speechless.

Then Ziying gently fanned the wine jar with her hand, releasing the aroma of wine. She hoped to use this aroma to lure the person in the tree down.

Ye You snorted coldly: "No one comes to visit you for no reason. Tell me!"

Ye You's words made Zi Ying hesitate. He put down the wine jar in his hand and suggested softly, "Lord Death, how about borrowing your mirror to see the selection scene in the lower world?"

The god of death has a magical artifact called Tongtian Mirror, which can not only see the past of the dead souls, but also see what is happening in the six realms. However, Ye You usually only uses it to see the past of the dead souls, and seldom sees what is happening in the six realms.

“What’s so good about this? When the time comes, you can just pick one of the disciples who will be selected.” Ye You took a sip of wine and ignored her at all.

"But I heard that you are also going to choose a disciple this time? Aren't you curious?" Ziying's voice sounded softly in Ye You's ears. This question seemed to open a secret window, causing endless thoughts to surge in Ye You's heart.

It seemed as if the ancestor god was asking him to choose a disciple. Well, Ye You waved his hand, and the mirror floated in the air, emitting a faint light, and slowly unfolded the story of the underworld in the mirror.