Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Spirit world.

Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless. Since the creation of the primordial energy of heaven and earth, the divine realm has been in constant motion.

When the primordial chaos was in turmoil, the primordial deities Yingming appeared; when the chaos was settled, the primordial deities Chuzhuo were born.

Besides, the heavens and earth gave birth to all the gods, the sun and moon, the stars, the four seasons, water and fire, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, music, the god of destiny, divine beasts, calamities and blessings, and so on, all within it.

Among all the gods, the only two innate deities are Yingming, who dwells in the Hongmeng Realm, and Chuzhuo, who dwells in the Chaos Realm. To be precise, that realm belongs to the outer realm of the heavens, and in a broader sense, it can also be called the divine realm.

Compared to the Venerable God Yingming, who disappeared from the world very early on, the Venerable God Chuzhuo could be seen almost everywhere, roaming all over the divine realm.

It is said that after the First Divine Master destroyed the Great Dao, he went into seclusion and has not emerged for several years.

The newly appointed priests were unaware of the origins of this newly created deity, only hearing their seniors occasionally mention him with a tone of longing.

Gods born of heaven and earth are immortal and live as long as heaven and earth... What exactly does the First Divine Lord look like?

"The host is definitely the best!"

001…No, it’s the little bird that has completed its Nirvana and stabilized.

As a member of the divine bird clan, the Chongming Bird can expel evil spirits and ward off disasters. It has a keen sense of goodwill and regained all its memories after Nirvana.

Its name is Huanxu.

Huanxu flapped its wings and explained to the newly hatched chicks of the Divine Bird Clan, "Host Chuzhuo saw me before I even hatched, and helped me undergo rebirth, thus bestowing upon me a second life!"

"Brother Huanxu, what does the grace of being reborn mean?" the divine bird chick asked in human language.

Huanxu said, "This is an immense favor, and I will serve Chuzhuo like a slave to repay him."

The cub asked in confusion, "But Brother Huanxu, you're a bird! How come you're being treated like a beast of burden?"

Huanxu: "..."

This is just a metaphor.

Just as Huanxu was about to explain the difference, the sky suddenly dimmed for a moment.

Another baby pheasant exclaimed, "Brother Huanxu, is it getting dark? But we just had breakfast!"

Before Huanxu could speak, the dark hues faded, and a rosy glow descended from the sky, dazzling and colorful, spreading throughout the entire divine realm.

At the same moment, almost all the gods subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the strange phenomenon above them.

"What happened?"

"Hiss, there's a divine quality to this light, what's going on?"

The young gods marveled at the miracle, while the more experienced priests seemed lost in thought.

In a flash, familiar scenes flashed through Huanxu's mind.

Ordinary immortals would not cause such a great change in the world. The last time a strange phenomenon occurred was when Chu Zhuo destroyed the Great Dao and fell into a deep sleep.

At that time, heaven and earth wailed, and the sky was dark, making people almost think that the divine realm was about to face a new catastrophe.

"The host has returned!" Huanxu instantly abandoned the cubs in his clan, transformed into a large bird, and flew to Chuzhuo's palace.

After its rebirth, Huanxu Bird's body is even more exquisite than before. Its fiery red wings shimmer and flutter, with red light faintly visible among its downy feathers. Below that is its indigo belly, the color of which is deeper and thicker, giving it a more solemn feel. Further back are its golden tail feathers, each one distinct. When it flies, the tail feathers trail extremely long, like auspicious omens passing by.

Huanxu stopped at the palace gate, but after searching the entire palace, he could not find any trace of his host.

"Host? Host Chu Zhuo?" Huan Xu searched back and forth twice to make sure there was no one in the palace.

Huanxu was puzzled.

Where did the host go?

Huanxu remembered Yingming, that scheming old man, and flapped her wings to go to Yingming's palace again.

I searched high and low, but found nothing.

Huh, neither of them is here?

Wait a minute.

Huanxu: "..."

Huanxu suddenly realized.

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In the frigid lands, there is nothingness, no concept of time.

But this is where Chu Zhuo was born. To others, it is full of danger, and they may easily get lost. But to Chu Zhuo, it is home.

A red figure suddenly appeared in the icy, snowy landscape that had remained unchanged for years; the desolate, frigid land had finally welcomed its master.

The boy had flowing silver hair, his eyes slightly closed, and he sat cross-legged on the Ice and Fire Exquisite Platform.

A gorgeous yet light red brocade robe covered the young man's lean and powerful body. He had a slender waist, well-proportioned bones and muscles, and waterfall-like silver hair that cascaded down his shoulders. His skin was very white, and his features were extremely striking.

Upon his return, Chu Zhuo immediately began to regulate the power within his body.

He skillfully guided that gentle breath.

Before long, his power gradually increased. His previously dissipated cultivation had been restored after a trip to the Infinite Flow World and the Three Thousand Minor Worlds.

Chu Zhuo exhaled, lifted his eyelids, and his silver pupils shone with a mysterious and dazzling light.

He was about to leave the frigid land to find someone in Yingming's palace when, the moment he stood up, he sensed a familiar presence standing not far away.

With a thought, Chu Zhuo's figure disappeared from the spot and reappeared several feet away in the blink of an eye.

Ying Ming almost instantly sensed the presence of the person he had been longing for beside him. As soon as Chu Zhuo appeared, he couldn't wait to grab Chu Zhuo's arm and pull her into his arms.

"Lord Yingming, you're holding me too tight!" Chu Zhuo exclaimed joyfully, his voice tinged with happiness.

Ying Ming didn't let go of him, but instead pressed his advantage by squeezing the man tightly into his chest. His large hand moved up from the back of his shoulder little by little, holding Chu Zhuo's head tightly, his voice trembling with a hint of unsteadiness: "Zhuo Bao, I've been waiting for you."

Chu Zhuo paused slightly, remaining still in Ying Ming's arms, then hugged him back, a deep smile spreading across her face: "I'm right here."

The boy's tone was clearly reassuring.

Ying Ming took a deep breath, still not loosening his grip on Chu Zhuo, only loosening his strength a little, freeing his right palm to stroke the other's fair face, his fingertips rubbing against the delicate skin.

The young man in red was pulled into his arms. His slightly raised gaze was filled with him. He had red lips and white teeth, and his smile was exceptionally alluring. His passionate emotions surged forth without any concealment, gradually driving away his last remaining unease.

A moment later, Ying Ming asked an obvious question: "Have all the precious artifacts been restored?"

Chu Zhuo gently nodded her chin, and her clear eyes held a love that was exactly the same as Ying Ming's, compared to before.

He took Ying Ming's hand and placed it over his heart: "You can examine it."

Ying Ming's heart pounded at his decisive action. He opened his palm, lowered his eyes, and secretly used his cultivation to probe into Chu Zhuo's body.

Every part is full, every part is intact, and there is no longer any deficiency like that day.

Ying Ming's eyes were filled with deep affection. He leaned down slightly and kissed Chu Zhuo's forehead: "Zhuo Bao, do you still remember what we said at the end in the Infinite Flow world?"

The man's dark figure approached and then receded. Chu Zhuo opened his eyes and heard Ying Ming's words. He smiled and spoke slowly and deliberately: "The contract, the marriage, the banquet, the vow, the announcement to heaven and earth and the divine realm—nothing is missing."

Every word he uttered was fatally attractive to Ying Ming.

Ying Ming felt a surge of restlessness in his chest, his heartbeat growing louder and louder, the only sound in his ears was the pounding of his chest. His throat tightened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Zhuo Bao, I love you."

In this extremely cold place, there are hardly any people, and the surroundings are very quiet. The thumping sound is almost palpable.

They were so close that the changes in each other were magnified many times over. Chu Zhuo glanced down, bent her legs slightly, tilted her head to the side, and turned one ear to press against Ying Ming's chest.

Thump, thump.

It's even more obvious now.