Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 634 In-depth Thinking

The city of the underworld is in dire need of reconstruction.

With the fall of two Qin kings, the eighteen levels of hell collapsed.

But the ordinary souls living in the City of the Dead were filled with hope.

"Si Yuan and her strategist have finally been wiped out! What a joyous occasion!"

"That's right, her strategist, last time she blocked our construction site's approval because of a small matter. We had to pool together eight thousand gold coins to appease her. She likes to take money that she can't keep. It's so satisfying to see her being used as fireworks by the Lord of the Underworld!"

"As long as we work hard in the future and save enough money for reincarnation, it'll be just around the corner!"

The cheers of the crowd flowed like a warm stream, yet they stirred up cold ripples on a figure not far away.

"Just for one approval, they collected eight thousand gold coins?" Qin Jun'an's soul trembled in the wind as he murmured in disbelief.

My sister has so much money, why won't she share some with Father so he can be reincarnated?

Clearly... clearly, when he painstakingly saved up some money in the Underworld City, his first thought was to give it to his sister and father, hoping that the whole family could escape this sea of ​​suffering together.

"Heh..." A bitter laugh escaped his throat, filled with sorrow and desolation.

"Or is it that you don't care whether we can reincarnate or not, and just want us to be trapped in this underworld city forever, to be witnesses to your resurgence..."

"Ah……"

Qin Jun'an shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh.

His sister probably didn't know that when she got into trouble this time, he hid in the shadows and watched Qin Youyou take action, but he didn't foolishly step forward again to kneel down and beg for her.

Will she hate him?

Perhaps, until the moment she died, all she could think about was her grand ambitions and her resentment, leaving no room for him and her father.

Qin Jun'an slowly raised his head, his gaze blankly fixed on the distant, blurry direction of the Samsara Palace.

He no longer hesitated or looked back, and stumbled forward.

What he held in his arms, besides the gold coins enough for reincarnation, was also the memorial tablet of Qin Tian that he had engraved.

Although his father's soul had dissipated and this memorial tablet could not be carried into the next life, he still wanted to take him with him to fulfill a dream of reincarnation.

And the gold coins in his arms...

In their final argument, she returned all the gold coins to him, just enough for one reincarnation, just enough to give him a chance to live.

"Han Yue, Father, through countless lifetimes, our fate is sealed, and we part forever."

His murmured voice faded into the wind.

Gold and silk piled high, yet flesh and blood remained cold; from then on, ashes burned, souls perished on distant, unfamiliar roads.

The remaining wooden tablet is inscribed with memories of the past; in the next life, one will forever sever ties with family and friends and remain unattached.

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Qin Youyou sat on the roof of the ruined Hengye Palace, gazing at the sky.

There is no moon here, only a dark red sky that hangs low, like pig's blood.

Her brother was handling the affairs of the Underworld City, so she didn't need to worry too much.

What needs to be rectified should be rectified, what needs to be eliminated should be eliminated, and what needs to be reformed should be reformed.

As an immortal god, her brother was given the authority of the Immortal Yama of the Underworld City, commanding the eight Qin Kings.

People tend to become sentimental when they have free time. Qin Hanyue's words before her death still stirred up ripples in Qin Youyou's heart.

She said that she split her soul and personally laid the foundation for the Great Dao of Reincarnation, but she was just a hypocrite. There will still be countless people in this world who hate her.

Hypocritical and sanctimonious...

These words were like cold needles, pricking her unexpectedly.

It was as if there was a deep pool in my heart, and the stone of evil thought that was thrown in created ripples that spread outwards in circles, carrying a chill.

After entering the ruins and seeing the murals, and regaining some of her memories, she was convinced that this world of six realms of reincarnation and causal cycles was a blueprint she had drawn for the order of heaven and earth, representing ultimate justice and balance.

As the long river of time flowed by, the beings she created, because of the existence of reincarnation, would no longer suffer from rigid and mutated thinking due to their infinite lifespan, becoming cold and ruthless aliens like the Star Clan.

She split her soul, endured excruciating pain akin to soul refining, and integrated her origin into the foundation of reincarnation. She once regarded this as a necessary price to pay, a mission that was almost like martyrdom.

To make the world "should" be the way it is.

But Qin Hanyue's accusations made her suddenly realize that she was doing this only for herself and for Ling Yi and the others.

In this world, there are many people who desire an infinite lifespan; in fact, they persist in cultivation in order to achieve immortality.

They don't want the uncertainty of the next life; they only want the certainty of this life and control over their own destiny.

Even if they are not actually able to control their own minds, they will eventually become rigid over the long course of time, and may even be polluted by the turbid air in the origin of the world.

They would rather become a completely different person than they were at the beginning, just to live a long and long life.

Am I... being selfish?

Qin Youyou suddenly let out a mocking sound.

Was everything I did wrong?

Should she respect the will of the beings she created?

Ripples appeared in the space around her, and two young men appeared on her left and right sides.

"Sister, don't worry about it." Ling Er's voice was light and cheerful as a fluffy head rested on her shoulder.

Ling San pushed Ling Er away and pressed Qin Youyou's head against his shoulder, feigning profundity: "Woman, you can lean on my shoulder."

"Hey, little San'er, are you looking for death?"

"Erzi, can't you be a little more mature?"

Qin Youyou, who was lost in her own thoughts, was suddenly interrupted by the two of them, and almost laughed out of anger.

Her lips twitched slightly, and she raised her hand to push the two of them apart: "Stop arguing, I'm contemplating the philosophy of life."

Her words immediately silenced the two young men who were at each other's throats.

They sat down obediently beside Qin Youyou, one on each side, like two docile guard dogs.

Ling Er suddenly spoke up, "Sister, you don't actually need to think too much."

Ling San, unusually, did not refute him. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Youyou, everything in this world was created by you. This world should grow into the way you want it to be."

Qin Youyou remained silent.

Creating life and giving it will is like sowing seeds that drift in the wind.

Even the creator god cannot completely control the growth direction of every seed. Children cannot always be as their parents wish, let alone all living beings in the world.

Her gaze swept to her side.

Sincere concern flowed in the eyes of both Ling San and Ling Er.

"Youyou, thank you for not giving up on us."

I still like myself the way I am now.

"That feeling of being corroded by time, invaded by turbid air, and completely changed is more terrifying than the end of life."

Those two gazes warmed her heart.

She spent an astronomical amount of "gold coins" to "redeem" them from their eternal slumber through the system.

Isn't this exactly what I wanted to see?

They are still Ling San, Ling Er, the original versions of themselves from our memories, not monsters distorted by time.

Is it worth it?