The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Walked into the deep fog.

......

......

In ancient times, the earth was withered.

Soon after, a god led his followers into this continent, and the earth came to life.

"This is the first demon lord in our demon sect." Ji Qixue held Jing Yan's hand and walked on the past of history.

They can't change anything and can only watch as spectators.

But because he was being held by Ji Qixue, Jing Yan was not witnessing everything from a second-person perspective like Wen Youqing. He still had his own body, could breathe, and could walk.

Those images were like dynamic paintings displayed in a museum, hung on both sides of the dark corridor. Each one was different, but it could be identified that they were from certain periods in the history of the Southern Posuo Continent Demon Cult.

Ji Qixue was holding his hand in front of him. At this moment, her figure was glowing with fluorescent light, and it looked like it was made up of starlight, and even the scriptures themselves were the same.

"here it is."

"The dust of history."

Ji Qixue replied: "You can think of this place as a time exhibition hall. It's a place to reminisce about the past."

"Oh."

"Oh, I was expecting you to say something like 'Wow, that's amazing'. I must be crazy."

Ji Qixue rubbed his forehead and said, "Don't look at it anymore. This is not what I asked you to look at. You are looking at it so seriously. Do you want to be a historian of Nanposu in the future?"

"certainly not."

Jing Yan retracted his gaze and said slowly: "It's just... I feel shocked."

"Indeed, I was also shocked when I came here for the first time," Ji Qixue replied.

"What about the others?"

Jing Yan asked again: "It's impossible that you are the only one who can come in, what about the others who can see it? Are they also shocked?"

"Anyone else who can see it?" Ji Qixue looked at Jing Yan in confusion: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

"Wen Youqing can see the past, so what about the ministers of your Demon Cult, the Archbishop, Siming, they should be able to see it too, right? How do they feel?"

"Feel sorry."

Ji Qixue shook her head: "Only the Pope of the Demonic Cult can enter this place. No one else can enter. So to be precise, you are the third person to enter this space in the past thousand years."

"what?"

Jing Yan was stunned.

It seemed like something was wrong.

"You led me in, but where is Wen Youqing? I remember you were still talking to me at that time, weren't you?"

Jing Yan frowned: "Then how did she get in?"

"Don't worry, I'm taking you to explain it now, aren't I?"

Ji Qixue's lips curled up slightly, and then she stopped: "Hey, we're just in time."

"After reading this, you shouldn't be confused anymore."

Ji Qixue pointed to the huge painting hanging on the wall and said.

That is the shadow of the historical past.

Jing Yan stopped and looked, and was frozen in place for a moment.

I saw.

On the wall.

A young girl sat in the holy light, the light from above illuminating her long, dark hair.

She put the papal tiara on herself with a calm expression.

As if crowned by holy light.

It’s Wen Youqing.

Chapter 268: Ji Qixue’s Chessboard (Part 3)

"This is?"

Jing Yan spoke silently.

Although he already had a guess in his mind at this time, this guess was so horrifying that he could not confirm its truth or falsehood.

"Your apprentice."

Ji Qixue answered in a flat voice, neither happy nor sad, as if she was narrating something.

"Where is she?" Jing Yan asked.

"Appointed as Pope."

Ji Qixue said again: "Every successor to the Pope is qualified to come here to view the history of the Demon Clan and admire the deeds of their ancestors. The evaluations of the previous Popes in the history books are both true and false. Only each Pope knows what the real history is like and what the previous Pope did."

"I succeeded the Pope when I was young. I looked up to my predecessors and found that they were not as great as described in history books. They also made mistakes, but those mistakes were so glaring in my eyes - because if it were me, I would not make mistakes."

"But I found something very interesting - there seems to be a pope who is not recorded in history. The outside world's account of that period is that the parliament was in power, and the figure of a pope was hidden in it."

Ji Qixue smiled and said, "It's Wen Youqing."

"You mean, Wen Youqing's previous life was actually the Pope of Nanposozhou?"

"bingo."

Ji Qixue clapped her hands: "You have a strong ability to understand."

It is a common understanding among monks that people have souls, which enter the underworld after death and are reborn through reincarnation.

"But," Jing Yan asked slowly, "What connection does reincarnation have with the previous life? Logically speaking, after reincarnation, it is a new soul and has no connection with the previous life at all."

“Maybe it’s normal.”

Ji Qixue was annotating the scriptures, her deep purple eyes were like the abyss.

"But why is Wen Youqing's reincarnation still called Wen Youqing?"

"Is there a possibility that—"

"Her reincarnated soul is not complete. There is still one soul and one spirit left in the past?"

......

Ji Qixue is right.

Jing Yan knew that Wen Youqing was missing one soul and one spirit.

But he was powerless. This kind of thing could not be repaired by medicine. Fortunately, the missing soul and spirit did not cause any impact on Wen Youqing, nor did it affect her lifespan and cultivation.

After all, the chosen one must always be a little different.

This is what the previous scriptures said.

A missing soul and a spirit is no big deal. After all, if he is the reincarnation of a great emperor in his previous life, it is reasonable for the chosen one.

But when Ji Qixue told this matter, Jing Yan realized something.

His tone turned cold.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Don't be angry, little brother."

Ji Qixue waved her hand and said, "Keep reading."

In this way, the scenes in front of Jingyan's eyes kept changing, and the life of Pope Wen Youqing emerged little by little in front of Jingyan's eyes.

He saw the young girl ascend the throne of Pope and aspire to be a wise and enlightened monarch. All officials under the royal crown bowed down to her and submitted to her, but there were countless people who harbored ulterior motives.

He saw the girl fighting on the battlefield, desperately defending the territory of Nanposo Continent, and watched her fighting on the front lines of the war with thousands of soldiers, accompanied by crisis and death at all times.

He saw...

Yourself?

When a man who looked exactly like him appeared, Jing Yan was stunned for a moment. He looked at Ji Qixue in confusion, only to see Ji Qixue looking at him with a smile.

"Why, just like you said, after reincarnation, you become a new soul, and it has nothing to do with the previous life at all." Ji Qixue smiled: "Then it is reasonable for you to have a previous life."

“This is not….”

Before Jing Yan finished speaking, Ji Qixue covered his mouth, moved closer to him, blinked and whispered, "I know you have a lot of questions, keep reading."

The scene in front of me kept changing.

Jingyan saw his own ancestral hall.

Wen Youqing sat there alone, holding the hem of her skirt tightly, her inky hair covering her eyes.

But just by looking at her back, Jing Yan could feel that she was so sad.

This also made his heart tighten.

He wanted to comfort her, wanted to hug her and comfort her - even though she was not the Wen Youqing he knew.

But seeing her so sad, Jing Yan felt indescribable heartache.

Gradually, the wise Pope changed. She became more and more crazy and took revenge on everyone who had hurt her master. No one knew why she changed.

finally.

What greeted her was a massive rain of arrows.

The rain of arrows failed to bring her death.

She died under the traitor's sword.

The moment the sword pierced Wen Youqing's chest, her soul and spirit were drawn out and sealed in the eternal lamp, burning for eternity.

"This is her ending."

Ji Qixue said calmly: "Do you feel angry, regretful, and... powerless?"

"Do not."

Jing Yan said slowly, his voice a little hoarse: "I just feel a little distressed."

"It must be lonely to be alone. I know how it feels. It's not pleasant."

"what."

Ji Qixue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You are really a good and sensible master."

"Then?"

Jing Yan raised his head slightly and asked, "What was the ending?"

"The ending was also very simple. The group of regicides concealed the existence of the Pope and fabricated historical lies that could obscure cognition. They signed a peace agreement with the Protoss."

"Finally, peace has come to the continent?"

"Do not."

Ji Qixue shook her head: "That agreement was blocked by someone."

"Who?" Jing Yan asked.

"A fox demon named Yunsu went to the meeting alone and killed countless gods and demons. The peace agreement was cancelled. With this battle, the flames of war that had been on the verge of cessation were reignited, and the world returned to war once again."

"It's ridiculous."

The sutra says: "......"

"So, what exactly do you want to do?"

"It's very simple."

Ji Qixue smiled and said: