Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 670 She Hasn't Changed

Qin Jiyu felt the gazes of her grandfather and maternal grandmother, and her face flushed slightly.

But as the immortal King of the Underworld, he must maintain his due dignity.

He coughed lightly, his expression turning serious.

Those sharp eyes looked at Chu Xuantian, who was slumped on the ground, her face pale.

My heart sank suddenly.

"Chu Xuantian, your sins are heinous." His voice carried a heavy, majestic authority.

His gaze seemed to pierce through eternity, reflecting countless tears of blood and souls of the dead.

"You stole divine authority, let wolves into the house, helped the Star Clan wreak havoc on the universe, and indirectly caused the deaths of billions of lives, the weeping of the common people, and the destruction of the land. Your sins are unforgivable."

The wording is clear, and the final verdict is announced:

"According to the highest laws of the underworld, Chu Xuantian's soul will be imprisoned in the Avici Hell, where her heinous sins will be punished to the utmost. She will suffer countless eons, experiencing all the torments of the underworld, until her sins are completely eradicated. At that time... her soul will be shattered, her spirit destroyed, and she will never be able to be reborn, thus comforting the countless souls who died unjustly!"

He stretched out his pale, slender fingers and made a grasping motion towards Chu Xuantian.

"Do not--!"

Chu Xuantian let out a terrified, distorted scream.

"I don't want to go to hell! Let me go! I know I was wrong! Spare me! Please! Creator! Hades! Spare me!!"

She felt a fear that came from the depths of her soul.

When ordinary people die, their souls are taken away by the Ox-Head and Horse-Face deities. But for her, it was the Immortal King of Qin who personally took action. No matter how powerful a soul is, when facing the Immortal King of Qin, it can only feel trembling and fear in terms of its soul level.

Her struggles were futile before the god who held the final judgment.

The soul was mercilessly ripped from the body, twisted and struggled in Qin Jiyu's hands, trying to escape through his fingers, but like a chick caught in a trap, it was powerless.

In the end, Chu Xuantian's soul was taken into that terrifying, dark rift to face her destined tragic end.

The soulless shell plummeted from the sky. A cluster of cold, ghostly flames erupted from the corpse with a "whoosh," instantly incinerating the body that had once stirred up storms and harmed countless lives, completely erasing the last trace of her existence in the world.

The somber atmosphere gradually dissipated, leaving only the tranquility after the great battle.

The newly born sun and moon, radiating a gentle glow, quietly illuminated this land that had returned to peace.

Wan Feiping and Qin Zhengwu stood in mid-air, gazing at the girl in green robes fluttering in the distance.

She exuded a vast and boundless divine power of creation, her gaze as deep as the starry sea, as if she could control the birth and death of all things with a single thought.

It was a supreme majesty and nobility that they had never imagined.

The two elderly people instinctively held their breath, a sense of awe and even a touch of trepidation welling up within them.

Their little Youyou... is back.

But she may no longer be that spoiled little granddaughter, but a creator god who rules the universe, reshapes order, and reigns supreme.

The huge change in their identities left them somewhat at a loss for what to do.

Feeling timid when close to relatives.

They dared not approach her rashly, dared not ruffle her hair as casually as before, and dared not even call out to her easily, for fear of overstepping their bounds.

But... just now they clearly heard her naturally call out "brother" to Ji Yu.

That sound rekindled a faint glimmer of hope in their cold hearts.

Maybe... maybe...

Wan Feiping and Qin Zhengwu exchanged a glance, both seeing the same expectation and hesitation in each other's eyes.

Finally, Qin Zhengwu took a deep breath, as if he had made a tremendous decision, and with a slightly trembling voice, tentatively and softly called out:

"Yo...yoyo?"

Wan Feiping followed closely behind, his voice filled with cautious anticipation: "Youyou?"

The moment the words left their mouths, their hearts leaped into their throats, and they stared at her nervously.

However, they were not met with the expected majestic nod or distant response from the gods.

The girl, still enveloped in the lingering radiance of the creator god, instantly lost her imposing aura—which had been so overwhelming that it made people afraid to look directly at her—as if melting away like ice and snow.

She turned around abruptly, her bright eyes filled with pure and ardent affection and longing, without a trace of distance.

"Grandfather! Grandmother!"

She responded crisply, her voice choked with emotion. Like all those who have returned home, she could no longer contain her emotions. Like a swallow returning to its nest, she suddenly opened her arms and rushed into the open embrace of the two elderly people!

"Ouch!" Qin Zhengwu stumbled from the bump, but his face broke into a wide smile as he hugged his granddaughter tightly, feeling her real, warm touch. His old eyes instantly welled up with tears. "It's good that you're back! It's good that you're back!"

Wan Feiping, his eyes also red-rimmed, patted Qin Youyou's back gently while smiling, "You silly girl...we were so worried about you...it's alright, it's alright..."

What creator god? What supreme being?

At this moment, she is simply their precious granddaughter, whom they have lost and found again!

The heartwarming scene instantly touched everyone.

"Master!"

"teacher!"

"Boss!"

Seeing this, how could the disciples of the Mud Leg Sect possibly hold back?

A burst of cheers erupted, and like wild horses released from their reins, they swarmed in from all directions, laughing and joking, trying to join the embrace without any regard for decorum.

"Ouch! Don't push! Don't push!"

"Who stepped on my foot!"

"Let me also bask in my master's glory!"

The scene suddenly became lively and chaotic, and Qin Youyou was squeezed in the middle, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

at this time.

Phew—pop!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—slap slap slap!

As if by prior arrangement, dazzling fireworks rose into the sky from all directions of the continent and from all countries, vying to bloom in the night sky.

A riot of colors, a dazzling display of light, illuminated the entire sky as if it were daytime, as if to unleash all the joy, hope, and celebration.

Qin Youyou lifted her head from her grandparents' arms, her eyes still red, but her smile was sincere and radiant.

She looked around at the familiar and lovely faces, and at the beautiful fireworks in the night sky...

A warm current flowed from the tightly embracing embrace of her loved ones, and from the fervent gazes from all directions, enveloping her entire heart completely, soothing it without a single gap.

Having gone through countless twists and turns and traversed thousands of years, what she sought was never that supreme yet cold and lonely divine throne.

But right now—in this everyday world, true feelings are all around us.

To be able to reach out again, to truly touch all of this, and to do everything in my power to protect it all.

This is her.