What Could I Use to Save You, Jingwei?

The truth was often this unreal. What else could Qin Fen say? He stood alone on the road, staring blankly at his phone, while passing drivers found it baffling. You had picked quite a place to be conflicted.

Little Bean did not try to claim territory. Instead, she and the newly arrived myna stared each other down, their big eyes locked. Neither had won yet, so neither had been decided as the boss.

"Then why didn't he remedy it afterward? What status and power did the Flame Emperor possess? It was impossible for him not to be able to do it!" Qin Fen did not understand. Could he really watch his own daughter die and become Jingwei? It made no sense.

"Because this isn't Reincarnation! It is merely under the Heavenly Dao Laws. Her resentment ran too deep, her hatred as vast as the sea!" Queen Mother's voice gradually dropped as she spoke. "I met Nüwa before. She was such an adorable little girl. What a pity!"

Fine, Qin Fen stopped talking. No wonder Shennong had chickened out. This had been decreed by the Heavenly Dao: Jingwei would fill the sea, steadfast until death!

Why were the challenges I faced getting harder and harder? This was freaking unscientific!

"Couldn't they change it somehow? They can turn stone into gold, so can't they transform things? Couldn't the Three Pure Ones do it? They're Saints. With the Flame Emperor's status, it shouldn't be hard to ask them!" Qin Fen clung to his final straw.

Queen Mother sighed, as though casting a gloom over the sky. It was clear she was not in a good mood, as if she had recalled the past.

"Approaching them would not be difficult, but accomplishing it would be. The Heavenly Dao Laws can only be resolved with