Cheng Luo’s eyes sparkled brightly as she looked at Tianmiao excitedly: "Sister Tianmiao, this is all so amazing, I know I’m not dreaming. But everything is more dreamlike than a dream. So, Sister Tianmiao, who are you? Are you an elf wandering this desert? Or the Guardian God of this desert?"
The King and the old State Preceptor also looked at Tianmiao, this was the question they wanted to ask too.
"Neither, you know." Tianmiao smiled, then glanced at the burning black soul, her tone changed as she coldly said, "You fool with heinous crimes. Who gave you the audacity to say everything you did was heaven’s instruction?"
With a gentle tap of her finger, the red flames disappeared. The black figure, like a pile of mud, lay on the ground, panting heavily. She herself did not understand; she was long dead, so why was she still able to pant like this? Wanting to die, but unable to, was a feeling too painful to bear.
Tianmiao glanced at the black shadow, pondered for a moment, and said slowly, "How should I punish you? Oh, got it. In the desert, whenever there’s a corpse, your filthy soul will attach to it. Don’t you like possession? Attach to it, staying conscious to feel the body’s decay. Once completely decomposed and covered by sand, attach to a fresh corpse and repeat the cycle. You will never perish. Your wish for immortality is granted, aren’t you happy?" As Tianmiao said this, a smile appeared on her face. The smile was stunning yet extremely cruel.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
Even Cheng Luo’s eyes widened.
The thought of such possession was terrifying. What a cruel torture!
Unable to move, constantly feeling the decay of the corpse. And permanently!
One would go insane.
But even madness isn’t permitted.
Always staying conscious, feeling the decay, and desertification of the body.
Still happy?
This? Who could be happy about this?
"No, no, no... I beg you to spare me..." the black soul pleaded in extreme terror.
Tianmiao, however, gave a faint smile, flicked her finger, and the black soul let out a piercing scream before disappearing from the spot.
"As for you, old State Preceptor, the mistakes you made indeed need to be remedied." Tianmiao put away her previous languid expression.
A faint white light revealed a human figure, who trembled as he knelt on the ground: "At your disposal for punishment." By now, he realized the woman in front of him was likely no mere mortal, perhaps, she was of the heavens. Because her taunt was too obvious. How could heaven give such shameless instructions?
But Tianmiao did not immediately say how he would be dealt with; instead, she conversed with the Ches King beside her.
"As for you, Ches King," Tianmiao smiled, "you shouldn’t linger here any longer, go on."
"No, I cannot leave!" The majestic voice was full of panic.
"Not even if you leave with him?" Tianmiao laughed.
"He, he, has he awoken?" The majestic voice was now trembling, full of disbelief, yet carrying infinite hope.
"King." A gentle male voice suddenly sounded.
"!!!" The golden light seemed to go crazy, rushing towards the source of the voice.
"You’re awake, you’re truly awake, you’ve really awakened!" The immense joy caused the golden figure to swell, the golden light becoming even more dazzling.
"Yes, my King, I have awakened." The white figure said gently.
"Shall we go now?" Tianmiao smiled.
"At your command." The golden figure and the white figure snuggled together, transformed into human figures, and both bowed in front of Tianmiao.
Cheng Luo’s mouth was agape, and her eyes widened as she watched the scene.
In her mind, she had conjured many romantic stories about the King, renowned as the most handsome man in the world, and his Princess.
But who would tell her, there was no Princess, it was the King’s Husband!