Chapter 71: Blessing

Bai Yanci told her—from the day she took human form and had memory—moon rain had always been this cruel.
Rain didn’t hurt plants or buildings—only immortals. Higher cultivation—deeper the wound.
Classics said—under Life God’s grace—immortal realm rain was blessing.
All living things under sun and rain—Life God’s blessing.
So when Life God fell to demon—blessing left—curse fell.
Moon records weren’t trustworthy—Diting wrote them—to rule—slandered the gods—no limit—especially Milt—even War God who favored him wasn’t spared.
She was about to speak—Bai Yanci: “Ke-ke—that story is half true—half false—has its own logic.”
“What do you mean?” She was lost—why Bai Yanci said so.
Bai Yanci explained: “After Milt fell—divine power faded—the realm’s protective barrier shattered with it. That barrier—was the gods’ blessing.”
Milt bore all the world’s filth—torment—still used her power for the barrier.
Even in near-eternal pain—wouldn’t curse. Sealed power—severe amnesia—muddled through long life.
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She understood at once: “So after the barrier broke—filth flooded the moon—that’s why rain hurts?”
“Exactly.”
Wounds healed—but in Bai Yanci’s eyes still shocking.
“Ke-ke—you don’t blame me—I always blame myself.” Bai Yanci touched the healed skin—low. “If not for me—you wouldn’t be here.”
“I even think—less obsession—didn’t hunt Xi Yue—you could’ve been an excellent human—peaceful life.”
“No.” Gentle—met guilty eyes. “If that were true—I’d live my whole life in lies.”
Mu’s mad God-Making Plan—chill. Once Mu knew she was fallen god—she’d squeeze every use.
When experiment didn’t need her—for bureau reputation—dispose clean.
Now she knew everything—watched herself pulled into danger. If doomed to die in pain—at least live clear now—die with eyes open.
She took Bai Yanci’s cool hand—soft: “Sister—even if truth is ugly—I won’t be someone’s pawn—in an enemy’s woven dream.”
Rain outside hadn’t stopped—even Diting didn’t walk in rain. Qingxi stayed in her hall—no step out.
Rain night—the freest days.
No great immortal’s pressure—no forced tasks.
Sometimes loneliness’s other face was freedom.
She asked: “Sister—any way to take consciousness from Spirit Tide jade pendant?”
More consciousness—stronger she was. Only one road now.
If exposed—or other trouble—power was the card in her sleeve.
“Xi Yue’s consciousness is sealed in Spirit Tide jade pendant—not easy to draw.” Bai Yanci said. “Only gather the rest—array summon—then separate from the pendant.”
“That piece in Mu’s hands…”
Bai Yanci: “These three years you were gone—I looked—it was only a construction phantom.”
Didn’t know where Mu got a phantom—but her consciousness pooled on the moon—chance enough.
Unfair world—even heaven helped her.
She thought long—spoke: “Maybe now’s best time to slip into main hall.”
While Diting’s power was suppressed by rain—mind dull—maybe steal consciousness back.
If not—at least learn exact place—wait for next chance.
Two oil-paper umbrellas side by side—she took the one Bai Yanci held—smiled—stepped into rain resolute.
Side hall near main hall—to ignorant immortals Diting keeping Bai Yanci in side hall—forgiving past—two capable ladies—unique favor.
Only those inside knew the ache.
Main hall usually silent—door ladies—no one else.
Ordinary immortals couldn’t enter without Diting’s summons.
Rain night—even door guards gone—colder still.
Diting never had true confidants—never truly trusted anyone.
Not old Bai Yanci—not Qingxi now—never seen as persons—only useful pieces.
She hid form—Ice-Clear Jade pair on wrist—through it Bai Yanci’s power could pass—voice in her mind.
“Every rain night Diting sleeps on the inner ice bed. If he wakes—don’t linger—leave fast.”
“Okay.”
Inside—consciousness thick—hit her face—resonance with her power.
Confirmed—consciousness on Diting’s person—but even on person needed a vessel—couldn’t lie loose.
Soft to inner bedchamber—Diting eyes closed—ice bed.
After she entered—long lashes trembled—not deep asleep yet.
Not best chance yet.
Nothing to do—she studied Diting.
Fine face—tear mole under eye—forever youth. Pity—the long scar on left cheek still shocking.
No immortal dared look straight at him like this.
She used invisibility—probably first.
Power on him weaker than usual—pouch at waist—consciousness breath came from there.
Even rain-suppressed—stealing the pouch silent wasn’t easy.
Planning—Diting said: “Who’s there?”
Alert—thought she’d slipped. Look again—eyes still closed—deeper dream now.
Again: “Yanci… don’t leave me.”
Not Bai Yanci he called—War God.
Bai Yanci forgot—but Diting might know Bai Yanci’s origin.
Waited long—rain softened.
Moon rain rare—miss this—no such chance again.
Light steps—bedside—ice bed’s bite. As she touched the pouch—wrist seized tight.
Diting not awake—nightmare grip—thought her the dream figure.
Couldn’t pull free—used spirit flame resonance—entered his dream.
Eyes open—steady—she stood in the age of gods.
Everything familiar—couldn’t mistake.
War God’s hall—where else?
Entering another’s dream—should cling to person or plant—she was abnormal—her own form in his dream.
Diting walked toward her—she almost dodged—then remembered she looked exactly like Milt—stood proud—looked down at Diting.
Thousand years ago Diting younger—no scar yet.
Humble—respectful: “Greetings, Life God.”
Hands behind—afraid to slip—full lord act: “Diting? Why are you here?”
Diting smiled light: “My Lord forgets—this is War God’s hall—I belong here—nowhere else.”
She was foolish—too afraid he’d see through.
Haste spoiled things—couldn’t turn that corner.
From power flow on him—dream time—Diting not yet great immortal.
Now—lowest small immortal in War God’s hall.
Diting again: “War God rests in inner chamber—my Lord ordered—no announcement when you come—enter direct.”
She nodded—memory’s path—inner chamber exact.
Diting was strange—sat moon’s throne—in dreams still reading others’ faces—a low immortal.
Timeline skewed—she remembered after War God knew Milt—Diting was already great immortal.
In dream—ordinary small immortal.
They say dreams project deepest want—immortals too.
Diting chased power—proud heart—wouldn’t stay lowest.
War God napped in chamber—phantom only—still wistful—soft: “Yanci—I’m here.”
Many rabbits in hall—War God loved pets—especially white rabbits.
“You came.” War God opened eyes—smiled. “I waited so long—almost thought you wouldn’t.”
She answered: “How could I not? If you want to see me—I’ll always come.”
War God asked her—realm barrier matter.
She suffered backlash—memory slipping.
War God wouldn’t let her bear filth—petitioned Twelve Gods Council—gods take turns holding barrier—not one person’s load.
She dared no error—memory word for word: “Yanci—only my power is purest—best for the barrier. Colleagues’ strength has other uses—no need spend here.”