area51novel Chapter 573 She felt she shouldn't be the God, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on wh
Chapter 573 She felt she shouldn't be the God, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on wh
arrive?
Where have you been?
Fu Sheng was puzzled and couldn't help but look up to see what was going on around him. But as soon as he looked up, he felt a blinding white light in front of him.
Fu Sheng immediately reached out to cover his eyes, and at the same time, a dizzying sensation came over him, as if his soul was being drawn out.
—This feeling is all too familiar.
Almost instantly, Fu Sheng knew he was about to fall into an illusion.
'Seven...'
In the last moment before losing consciousness, Fu Sheng tried to call out Qi Qi's name in her sea of consciousness, but after uttering just one sound, she completely lost consciousness.
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Headache.
The moment consciousness returned to the brain, Fusheng had only this one feeling.
My head was throbbing, as if an invisible hand was tearing at my brain, or as if thousands of needles were pricking me.
There seemed to be someone talking in her ear. It wasn't noisy, but the chattering voice annoyed Fu Sheng, and she couldn't help but hum softly.
And with that one hum, the surrounding voices immediately fell silent.
After a long pause, the voice cautiously spoke again: "...The God Lord?"
God?
As if a thunderbolt had struck from nowhere, Fu Sheng suddenly opened her eyes. At the same time, a pair of warm hands touched her temples from behind, gently massaging them. The pressure was just right, as if they had done this countless times before and knew exactly how much pressure would make her feel most comfortable.
Fu Sheng immediately felt his headache relieved a lot.
The voice behind them spoke, clear and gentle: "The master seems to be suffering from a headache now. You can report back next time."
Standing in front of Fusheng were two rows of cultivators, about thirty in total.
He was a cultivator, but not entirely.
Because what surrounds them is not spiritual energy, but a faint golden light that is almost imperceptible, like a cloud or mist.
It's hard for Fusheng to describe that feeling.
It's like the aura of immortals and gods.
The words spoken by the person behind him seemed to carry great weight. Upon hearing this, the two rows of cultivators standing in the hall said, "Lord God, please rest and recuperate," and then they all withdrew.
Fu Sheng felt a bit dazed, her thoughts a jumbled mess.
She felt that she shouldn't be the god, but she couldn't quite put her finger on who she should be.
"Ever since returning from the Demon Realm, my lord has been suffering from headaches." The voice behind him was calm, yet it inexplicably gave one a sense of reassurance. "Is it because you haven't found the antidote for the Blood Poison Flower, or are you worried about Chongming's affairs?"
As the person behind her spoke, some fragments suddenly flashed through Fu Sheng's mind.
It's a scene where she enters the demon realm alone and fights with one person.
Fu Sheng was still stunned by these fragments of memory, but she had already subconsciously replied to the other person's words: "That Chongming's strength is too unpredictable, I cannot feel at ease."
The hand pressing on his head from behind paused slightly, and the person quietly asked, "Is that all?"
"What do you want to say?" Fu Sheng asked.
"I believe that Your Majesty's headache is caused by your grief over the immortals and gods who perished in the blood of the past three months," the man said.
For no apparent reason, after he finished speaking, Fu Sheng felt her heart skip a beat. An indescribable feeling welled up in her heart, a mix of panic and oppression. However, Fu Sheng did not show these feelings. She calmly replied, "There is no antidote for the Blood Demon Flower. Although I am heartbroken by the deaths of those immortals and gods, there is nothing I can do."