So, everyone began to circle around. At first, they walked together. After completing a circle, they found themselves in a small mountain, surrounded by a vast expanse of white mist. Entering the mist always led them back to the mountain.
The group sensed that something was amiss, as repeated attempts yielded the same result.
After a few more attempts, the entire mountain became intimately familiar. It was a small mountain, only a few miles in circumference, and besides the four of them, there was no one else.
After searching for a while, Murong Yanran decided to stop looking. She found a clearing and, using her magical powers, began to construct a small house.
She inexplicably felt that this kind of life was exactly what she wanted.
Or rather, this was the life she had long anticipated. Da Feng Novel Network
Long Ji, on the other hand, was more subtle. She pretended to admire the scenery and retreated into the flower bushes to rest.
What difference did it make where they were, as long as they were with the person they loved?
Who cared about their location!
Zi Luo, meanwhile, pretended to be searching for an exit with Mo Qi, but in reality, she was terrified of finding one.
Mo Qi, however, was extremely agitated. He felt he couldn't be trapped here; there were so many people waiting for him to rescue them.
Even if everyone else in such a mountain were content, he couldn't accept being manipulated by others.
At this moment, he even had a chilling thought: a pair of eyes were likely watching his every move from somewhere.
Thus, he couldn't stop for a moment, constantly circling, searching for an exit. At times, he used his divine abilities to strike the white mist, attempting to break through to the sky, but all his efforts were in vain.
Zi Luo walked with him for a few rounds. Fearing he might lose his mind, she couldn't help but advise, "Calm down a bit, rest. We'll take it slowly, and we'll find a way out."
"Calm down? We're being manipulated right now. How can you expect me to be calm?" Mo Qi said frantically.
"No matter how they manipulate us, isn't this the life you wanted? With beautiful women by your side, detached from worldly affairs?" Zi Luo showed a hint of disdain on her face.
Mo Qi was stung by her contemptuous expression. He snorted, "You can't talk about ice to a summer insect." He turned and continued his search for an exit.
Zi Luo, feeling offended, left and turned to help Murong Yanran build the hut.
Not long after, Long Ji joined them.
The hut was soon completed, with four rooms, one for each person. Tables were made of wood, beds of bamboo, and flowers and leaves adorned the interior, creating a beautiful environment.
Long Ji and Zi Luo each chose a room and went inside to meditate and rest.
Murong Yanran went to gather some game and wild vegetables and busied herself in the kitchen.
After preparing the meal, Murong Yanran went to find Mo Qi. On such a small mountain, she found him quickly and smiled brightly, "Husband, it's time to eat."
Mo Qi's heart trembled. It had been hundreds of years since he had experienced such a day.
The last time he had such a day was when he was poling a boat in Fengxi Village, and his sister Mo Zhenzhen would call him back for dinner.
At this moment, all his worries and frustrations vanished. He looked into Murong Yanran's charming and clear eyes and said, "Okay, let's go back and eat."
Murong Yanran happily took Mo Qi's arm. Mo Qi did not refuse, allowing himself to be led by her towards the hut.
"Husband, do you know? Although I am a celestial deity, many things are beyond my control. So, I made wishes every day, hoping to live this kind of life. I never expected this day to actually come true. I am truly happy," Murong Yanran said, unable to suppress her inner joy as they walked.
"When you ascended to divinity last time, you left so calmly. I thought you had let go," Mo Qi said indifferently.
"I had let go. If I hadn't met you again, I would have truly let go."
Mo Qi sighed softly.
Upon arriving at the house, Mo Qi was genuinely shocked. "You built such a large house by yourself?"
"No," Murong Yanran shook her head. "Two sisters helped. We built it together."
"You all," Mo Qi sighed again. "Do you think we can't get out?"
"Whether we can get out or not, life must go on, mustn't it?" Murong Yanran smiled faintly. "If we can't get out, there's a way to live. If we can get out, there's another way. Since we can't get out for now, let's live in the present and think about how to live tomorrow. Holding onto a wound will always make it hurt."
How sensible!
Mo Qi looked at Murong Yanran, speechless for a long time.
Murong Yanran pulled Mo Qi into the house, seated him at the table, and quickly served him food, placing it before him.
Mo Qi saw a table full of dishes, a balance of meat and vegetables, all looking and smelling delicious, making him quite hungry.
"After being a celestial deity for so long, have you forgotten your cooking skills?" Mo Qi couldn't help but ask.
"I often cook for myself," Murong Yanran said, looking at Mo Qi with anticipation.
Mo Qi took a bite of a dish, and his mouth was filled with fragrance. The more he chewed, the more flavorful it became.
Mo Qi's eyes lit up, and he praised incessantly, "Delicious, delicious!"
While praising, he kept taking more food.
Murong Yanran beamed at his reaction. "If it's delicious, eat more."
At this moment, Long Ji and Zi Luo heard the commotion and came out from inside. "What's the meaning of this, you two? Don't you know there are outsiders here?"
Mo Qi was in a great mood and joined in the jest. "Outsiders? There are no outsiders here. We are all family."
Long Ji glared at him. "You wish."
Despite her words, she didn't hesitate. She picked up bamboo bowls and chopsticks, served herself a bowl of rice, and joined them at the table to eat, truly not treating herself as an outsider.
Seeing Long Ji so accustomed to it, Zi Luo was not to be outdone. She quickly served herself a bowl of rice and joined them at the table to eat.
Murong Yanran, seeing others "snatching dishes," worried Mo Qi might not get enough and helped him to some meat. "Husband, you eat more."
"Husband?" Zi Luo felt a pang in her heart. "Do you call him that so naturally?"
Murong Yanran retorted without backing down, "We've already bowed to each other."
Mo Qi, chewing his rice, nodded. "That's right, we've already bowed to each other."
Long Ji and Zi Luo exchanged glances, speechless, and quietly ate their meals.
Murong Yanran suddenly smiled. "The environment here is so good, and the timing is so opportune. Why don't you two also bow to him together?"
"Pfft!" Zi Luo and Long Ji both spat out their food!
This girl, how broad-minded she is! So willing to make a sacrifice!
"You be the elder wives, and I'll be the younger one," Murong Yanran continued.
This was getting too much!
"I'm not eating anymore!" Long Ji put down her bowl and chopsticks and went into her room.
Zi Luo, blushing, looked at Mo Qi. "What do you think?"
Mo Qi raised an eyebrow. "Since we can't get out anyway, this isn't so bad!"
Zi Luo slammed her bowl down. "I'm not eating." She stood up and went into her room.
Mo Qi looked at Murong Yanran in bewilderment. "Did I say something wrong?"
Murong Yanran giggled. "I don't think you said anything wrong. Husband, you're always right." Then, her tone shifted abruptly. "However, she might feel that you're only marrying her because you can't get out. In that case, she might, perhaps, be unhappy."
Oh, so that's it!
The speaker meant nothing, but the listener took it to heart!
After the meal, Murong Yanran cleared the table, while Mo Qi went out again to find an exit.
Days like these passed, one after another, peacefully and happily.
At first, Mo Qi went out every day to search for an exit. Later, he seemed to grow tired and disheartened, giving up his struggle. He spent his days refining pills, cultivating, meditating, and sleeping, no longer seeking an exit.
And Mo Qi's feelings for the three beauties grew day by day!
On a sunny day, Mo Qi and the three beauties formally wed, with heaven and earth as witnesses, and only the birds as matchmakers!
In reality, two other individuals witnessed their wedding.
After their marriage, Mo Qi's indulgence and infatuation were observed by them.
For instance, at this very moment, Hongjun and the old man with the black beard were standing by a pond, gazing at the reflection in the water. Hongjun smiled and said, "See, with just a little trick, I've subdued him. In another three days, everyone will automatically disappear, and the rebirth of Pangu and the restart of the world will be unstoppable."
The old man with the black beard chuckled. "I never thought you had such a trick. To unite all spirits and isolate people from the world, everyone will succumb!"
"Yes, I've let them enter these spirit-crossing spaces. If they remain lost for three years, their souls will dissipate."
"The others are fine, but this one is difficult to deal with. I didn't expect him to fail this test," the black-bearded man said with a hint of pity.
Hongjun scoffed. "I wouldn't deign to deal with a mere insect like him. Otherwise, if I were to act, it would be a single palm strike."
Heh, the old man with the black beard remained noncommittal.