Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

The Qionghua Palace was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and all kinds of exotic flowers competed for beauty.

Liu Qianyu shuttled through the sea of ​​flowers, her slender hands gently stroking the petals, carefully selecting the freshest flowers, preparing to brew her Yu Lu wine.

Her movements were gentle and focused, as if at this moment, she could temporarily forget all her worries.

However, the pain in his heart followed him like a shadow, and the figure of the God of War Jun Mu Han emerged involuntarily in his mind.

His stern face, deep eyes, and the distance he deliberately maintained were like a sharp knife, cutting her heart.

"Lord Flower God, the God of War is going to inspect the six realms with his heavenly soldiers and generals."

Zi Ling hurried into the Qionghua Palace, breaking the tranquility.

Liu Qianyu's hand trembled slightly, the petals at her fingertips fell quietly to the ground, and her eyes dimmed instantly.

Is it to patrol the six realms?

Or avoid yourself?

Endless sadness surged into Liu Qianyu's heart.

"He...left?"

Zi Ling nodded, her eyes full of worry.

"Yes, Lord God of War has just left. Unless he is urgently summoned, he will not be back in the short term."

Liu Qianyu didn't say anything else. She gently placed the petals into the wine jar and slowly poured the jade dew in. Her tears slid down uncontrollably and dripped into the wine jar, merging with the jade dew.

Seeing this, Zi Ling felt sorry for him and tried to comfort him softly.

"Lord Flower God, just give up. You have been suffering from this love pain for a thousand years. The God of War cultivated the ruthless way for the sake of the people of the six realms. How could he break it for you?"

Liu Qianyu smiled bitterly, and that smile contained too much bitterness and helplessness.

Deeply in love, in pain, struggling, striving, but to no avail for a thousand years.

"Is he a calamity or a fate to me? How can I let him go?"

Zi Ling sighed. She knew that love was the hardest thing to give up.

She helped Liu Qianyu bury the wine jar under the jade tree and gave soft suggestions.

"Lord Flower God, perhaps you can go to the Emperor and ask him to help you cut off your feelings."

Liu Qianyu stood under the jade tree, looking at the sea of ​​exotic flowers, then gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Is it time to let it go?!

* * *

The Jiuxiao Palace is located at the top of the Heavenly Palace, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a bright pearl floating in the sky.

In front of the hall, twelve white jade dragon-carved pillars stand majestically. The giant dragons carved on the pillars are lifelike, as if they will take off into the sky at any time and soar into the sky.

Liu Qianyu stepped on the auspicious clouds, passed through layers of mist, and finally arrived in front of the Jiuxiao Palace.

Liu Qianyu stood in front of the hall, took a deep breath, and walked into the hall.

Dozens of thick pillars support the entire hall, and various mythical beasts are carved on the pillars.

On both sides of the hall, various sacred artifacts and magical weapons are placed, each of which exudes a faint spiritual light, demonstrating the sacredness and extraordinaryness of the Jiuxiao Hall.

The emperor sat on a high platform, with white hair and an immortal look. His eyes were deep and wise, as if he could see through everything in the world.

After Liu Qianyu bowed reverently, she slowly stated her request.

"Your Majesty, I, Liu Qianyu, am asking for an audience. For thousands of years, I have been in love with Lord War, Mu Han. However, Lord War practices the Way of the Merciless, and his heart is as calm as still water. I know that this love will not bear fruit, but I cannot help myself, and suffer from the pain of missing him every day."

"I beg the Emperor to have mercy on me and grant me a method to sever these entangled roots of love, so that I can be free and return to the path of immortality, no longer trapped by love."

The Emperor listened quietly, his face expressionless. After Liu Qianyu finished speaking, he slowly spoke.

"Flower God, do you know that love has deep roots and cannot be eradicated overnight? The fate between you and the God of War is predestined."

Tears welled up in Liu Qianyu's eyes again.

"Emperor, I know I can't force it, but I have endured this pain for thousands of years. Now, I just want to be free."

The Emperor sighed. He was well aware of Liu Qianyu's infatuation and persistence, but he also understood the ruthlessness of the God of War and that he should not be easily shaken.

"Flower God, it's easy to cut off the ties of love, but it's hard to eliminate obsession. Your thousand-year obsession has already taken root. However, I have a way that may be able to help you."

Liu Qianyu's eyes were full of hope.

"Please tell me, my Lord. I would like to hear the details."

"Go to the Naihe Bridge, break the obsession of all living beings, and also break your own ego. There, you can see the reincarnation and liberation of countless souls, and perhaps you can gain some insights from them and let go of your obsession with the God of War."

The Emperor's voice was calm and deep, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

Naihe Bridge is the boundary between life and death, and the intersection of obsession and liberation.

This trip might help her find a way to be free.

"Your Majesty, please be merciful. I am grateful to you."

Liu Qianyu thanked the emperor again and turned to leave the palace.

Her figure gradually disappeared into the misty sky, leaving only a firm and resolute back.

* * *

The Nether Palace, an existence beyond the six realms, sits quietly in the depths of the underworld.

Ghost Gate is eerie and ancient. The two huge stone doors are carved with ferocious ghost faces, as if they can devour the souls of all living beings.

Liu Qianyu slowly stepped over the heavy and cold threshold of the ghost gate, as if she had crossed the boundary between life and death.

Behind the stone gate is a long and dim Yellow Springs Road, with red spider lilies blooming on both sides, as red as blood, gorgeous and sad. They sway gently in the breeze, as if telling the stories of countless unfinished love affairs.

She walked slowly along the Yellow Springs Road, with the sound of the cold wind and the gurgling water of the Forgotten River in the distance in her ears.

Occasionally, wandering ghosts would pass by on the road, their faces twisted and painful, their eyes filled with nostalgia for their past lives.

These souls have been unable to let go of their obsessions and can only wander in the underworld, unable to transcend.

“Why are they so persistent?”

Liu Qianyu couldn't help but think of herself again.

Isn't her obsession with the God of War so deep and hard to let go?

Finally, she arrived at Wangxiangtai, where a huge black stone tablet stood. It was the legendary Sansheng Stone.

The stone tablet is densely engraved with symbols, recording the past, present and future lives of every soul.

Liu Qianyu stood in front of the Wangxiang Terrace, gazing at the other side of the Wangchuan River. The flower fields on the other side spread like a sea of ​​fire. It was breathtakingly beautiful, yet exuded an indescribable desolation.

Just like the thousand-year love in her heart, beautiful and deadly, irresistible and unbearable.

She looked at the wandering ghosts in the flower fields, and seemed to see her own shadow, wandering alone in the sea of ​​flowers, unable to find relief.

"Why are you so persistent?" she asked herself in a low voice.

At this time, a cold wind blew, and the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons led a group of souls slowly towards them. Their faces were pale and empty, and their eyes no longer had the brilliance they had in life.

Liu Qianyu watched them come to the Naihe Bridge one by one, and an inexplicable sadness surged in her heart.

Naihe Bridge connects half of the dead end and half of the life gate.

"Drink it, child. After drinking this bowl of soup, you will be able to forget all your pain and start over."

Meng Po stood by the Naihe Bridge, holding a bowl of steaming medicine in her hand, and gently comforted every soul that passed by.

Trying to get them to let go of the past and start over.

However, not all souls are willing to drink the bowl of soup.

The obsession with the past is like shackles that tightly bind their souls. Even in the face of endless suffering of reincarnation, they are unwilling to let go.

"Is obsession really so hard to let go?"

Liu Qianyu looked at them and smiled bitterly.

Isn't she like this?

Just like poison, once you are addicted, it is difficult to get rid of it.

Liu Qianyu came up to Meng Po and spoke to her softly and humbly.

"Meng Po, I am the goddess of flowers. The emperor ordered me to come here to help you and guide all living beings to break their obsessions."

A rare smile broke out on Meng Po's old face, and her eyes were full of excitement.

"Finally someone is willing to help an old woman like me. This is so great!"

Meng Po swiftly handed the large soup spoon in her hand to Liu Qianyu.

"Then I'll leave this to the Flower God. I haven't had a vacation in a long time. Remember, you must drink a bowl before you can cross the Naihe Bridge."

Meng Po turned around and left happily, preparing to have a good rest.