(Part 9)

Xianwu who stared at her little hand in his really big one wondered "Such a big hand… my little one can easily hide into it. Heading back inside the palace. The whole hall went silent, not even a single breath was to be heard. The demons on his arrival bowed in sync "Sovereign you are here! You're here. We're glad you came! These humble servants were waiting with hope!" they chanted together bowing towards him. Even kids looked at their parents with smiles.

Yeying walked inside facing the throne from which Zhijun gazed gravely. "So you really came…" said asked. Yeying smirked expressionlessly.

"By the looks of it feels like you've missed me a lot, but let me tell you one thing clearly. I don't even remember your faces. Making me come here and wasting my time. Is that all you can do?" he asked. His voice terrifying enough to send shivers down the spines of heavenly Supremes, after all they were in the presence of a bloody king who wasn't heard of for hundred of years and when heard all the news would be ruthless. "You really have the guts to call me here don't you?" he asked.

Zhijun replied back "A king can come and help his people in need anytime. I don't think it's a waste of time." Yeying sneered. Chills went down Xianwu's spine as she clutched onto his cold hand even more tightly. "Your demons were the cause of you being called here, for his people a king can't even do this?" Zhijun questioned him instead. This conversation for any outsider was like hellfire dogs, if they tried to interrupt in, they would be bitten alive. Two of the strongest kings were now confronting each other. "You causing a whole destruction with your blood rain in my city is equal to calling you here. Don't you agree?" asked Zhijun. Yeying grinned revealing only his bitterer smile. "It isn't even worth my attention less than time…" he replied.

The pet Eagle of Emperor Zhijun who stayed beside him for his whole life in the heavenly palace, suddenly, began to screech wildly. And after a moment fell dead. The falcon was the heavenly emperor's only pet for billions of years, even Xianwu remembered it from the past. She stared at Zhijun whose expression went grave. Yeying with his expression unseen teased

"Ah… the moment his soul turns into a demon, I'll keep it with me."

Zhijun stared at Yeying in anger. Yangyang and Leiren stood up with their weapons angrily. "How dare you kill someone in the heavenly palace?! Have some shame!" Yangyang angered. Interrupting him Zhijun spoke "Yeying Long… even after all those years you have no heart for the living…"

In an instant, a fire surrounded the demons which were caught by Leiren. Deeper and deeper it raged. "Ahh… fire!!" shouted the demons in fear. "Arghh!!! Help us! We're burning!!" they yelled. You ask us human's to tolerate against demons how unfair." He continued. "No stop!!" panicked Xianwu as Yeying grabbed her hand tightly motioning her to stop. Leaving the parasol from his hand which still revolved over his head. He clasped his figure together. The demons which were burning turned into nightingales as they flew over to his side.

The nightingales hid themselves behind his robe and some hid behind Xianwu's hairs. Feixing and the others with Shashou and LeiRen looked with their gazes enlarged. Feeling the fright trembling sensation from those nightingales, she patted them gently. "It's alright now… you're safe don't worry." She calmed them down politely.

Taking a look at Yeying his expression hadn't changed. However, his hands turned colder and colder which Xianwu could feel immensely, and the dagger around his waist palpitated in anger, as if ordered, it would create a massacre. "Zhijun… looks like my leniency has spoiled you very much, it's time you come back to your senses…" said Yeying.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his parasol revealing a jade white face from below. His eyes still shut were coloured blazing red as he walked forward. Xianwu couldn't help but stare.

Feixing who looked at the situation pointed out worriedly "Is he opening his eyes?!" he asked. Shentong in a frenzy asked as well "I don't know? If he does that…" in the middle of his sentence Yeying had already opened both of his eyes. A horrendous gust of eye piercing wind gushed through. Inside the right eye with a red pupil a dragon mark was carved with silver strokes, shining brightly. While the left one completely black like black hole. If one would try to look inside he would without breath, die.

With the blaze of white light. Everything under his sight started turning into stone. His glare strengthened on Zhijun as his feet started turning into stone gradually covering his body yet, his face stayed the same with not a single ounce fear. LeiRen with his hands turning into stone developed a large fear. Yangyang too fell onto the ground trembling. Yeying stared at Zhijun.

"No wonder… I feel like burning this place down. You can kill anyone you want and I can't even kill an animal of yours. Sorry to say, even after meeting centuries years later this so called false justice of yours never changed?" he asked.

Xianwu who kept staring at his back unable to detect anything couldn't seem to escape from the sight. "What is happening? I can't move my feet nor my body… why?" she thought with panic but certainty. Zhijun who stared at Yeying without a change in his expression, could feel his legs turning into stone. Up to his abdomen and then arms. However, not even a slight bit of fear was shown on his face. Feixing looked at the two of them when he instantly noticed Xianwu who was as pale as a rock.

"Fenghuang, Lady Yue! Go grab her. Even if she's a spirit she still won't be able to keep up with him!" he warned. And, with a nod Fenghuang ran towards them. He instantly grabbed Xianwu's arm and pulled her towards him. "Xiao Long, that's enough. Stop! If you don't want to hurt Lady Xianwu." He alerted.

"Lady Yue?!" Yeying thought. With a sudden realisation, he closed his eyes turning around to face the gate. He flickered his parasol open, which started twirling around. Zhijun stood up from his throne. Just by a single look it was clear that he didn't even flinch with the impact. "Are you alright?" asked Fenghuang as he looked at Xianwu who looked shocked from the impact.

"Not bad… however, this kind of attack… won't even budge me from my place… even after all these years your haste has never left you." he complimented. Yeying without noticing his words smirked walking towards the gate "My attack? My haste? You just lost. What I was here for… I already got that, did you get what you wanted?" he asked with a smirk walking away.

Looking Yeying leave Xianwu nodded at Fenghuang walking behind him. Turning towards Zhijun she stated "My lord…" "Xianwu!" interrupted Zhijun in between. "Yue Xianwu… Will you return to the heavenly realm or go back?" he questioned sternly. Upon his words Xianwu's eyes widened while Yeying halted in his steps. "My lord…" stuttered Xianwu however she halted. "Your answer?" Zhijun asked. Xianwu confused by the sudden question summarised everything that happened but returning to the Heavenly realm felt impossible. Even if he was like a father and always cared for her. Her circumstances were different.

Confused as she was, she took a deep breath finally resolving herself. She walked in front the emperor and bowed slightly low. Yeying gazing at her gesture clenched his fists tightly, frowning. The clouds thundered and roared even louder. "Emperor Zhijun you have always taken care of me, always loved and treasured me like your own daughter, but that was all in the past. It doesn't mean that I don't respect you anymore or don't need your care. No, not at all. But the situation I am in right now is different. I came back in the demon realm and as spirit of that land…"

"The wings behind my back are the proof of my life force… the more the transparent they are, the less time I'm left to live with. So, I can't come back… however, I will still need a grand favour from you. she told. Zhijun who stared at her with a slight dejected expression questioned "What is it that you want?".

"Milord, If you give me a chance to gain merits while working for you, I can come to meet you anytime. The more merits I gain the more my wings will generate life. To sum up, if I have to increase my life force I'll need to get heavenly power. I humbly request my lord to grant me suitable missions to collect merits for my living. And moreover, I'm not asking only a single sided contract. The merits I gain from the mortal world will surely be given to help the construction of heavenly city and to repent for my past mistakes…" she continued. Zhijun stayed quiet.