"Aling, please slow down!" Dong Ling, who looked like eight or nine years old, happily pulled her father and ran into the forest, while Dong Ling's father held Dong Ling's hand lovingly behind her.

"Father God, look!"

Dong Ling took her father to the middle of a forest, pointed to a tightly bandaged sapling in the forest, and said to her father.

"Well, was it A Ling who tied him up?" Dong Ling's father knelt down gently beside Dong Ling and asked little Dong Ling in an extremely gentle voice. However, his voice was only heard but his face was not seen.

"Yes, yesterday I saw it was damaged by the branches falling from the big tree, so I tied it up." Dong Ling said happily to his father, who was much taller than Dong Ling even if he squatted down.

Father God smiled at Dong Ling dotingly, then touched Dong Ling's little head and said to Dong Ling:

"Aling is great, but it might be more comfortable if tied like this." Dong Ling's father said as he gently untied the tightly tied cloth strips, and then lightly

Refix the broken branches of the sapling.

"Thank you, Father God. I want to raise it, water it every day and watch it grow!" Dong Ling happily touched the sapling and said to Father God.

"Okay." Father Dongling squatted beside little Dongling and asked Dongling lovingly: "Then do you know what kind of tree it is?"

"I don't know." Dong Ling shook his head.

Father God smiled softly, touched the leaves of the sapling and said to Dong Ling: "It is a mulberry locust tree."

"Sanghuai!" Dong Ling shouted happily along with Father God.

Two thousand years later.

"Don Ling, did you take Sang Huai to fight again?" Father God sat alone at the chessboard and played chess with himself and the world. He looked at the chessboard without looking back and asked Dong Ling who was standing aside.

Dong Ling, who looked like a teenager, wore a half-covered golden palindrome mask and a head of disheveled hair. He stood unconvinced, followed by Sang Huai, who looked like a little tree spirit with an equally bruised nose and face.

"Ask you, where did you go to fight again?" Father God asked in a stern voice.

Dong Ling said unconvinced, "There was no fight."

Father God smiled, put down the chess piece in his hand, walked towards Dong Ling and Sang Huai, came to Dong Ling, and then gently poked Dong Ling's purple-red chin with his hand.

"Hiss." Dong Ling hissed in pain.

Father God looked at Dong Ling and Sang Huai and said with a smile, "Lost?"

"How is that possible? Don't look at me like this, that kid has to go back and reshape himself now!" Dong Ling suddenly said proudly.

Father God smiled softly.

"Xiyu Changheng, please see the emperor!" A middle-aged man's urgent voice suddenly came from outside the palace.

Dong Ling and Sang Huai suddenly became nervous.

Father God chuckled, shook his head helplessly, and said to Dong Ling: "Go in, I'm going to see Father God."

"Okay, Father." After Dong Ling said that, he took Sang Huai and ran away, "Let's go, let's go!"

Another thousand years later.

"Sanghuai! I'm back!" Dong Ling, who looked like an adult, still wore a golden mask with a pattern, and sat on the divine thunder beast back to the forest where Sanghuai had been saved.

"Did the little emperor win another battle with the emperor?" Sang Huai, who was already middle-aged, stood in the forest and looked at Dong Ling and said with admiration.

"Yeah, how come you've grown older after not seeing you for a few days?"

"Little Emperor, you've only been away for a few days, but it's obviously been more than a thousand years."

"Hehe, you look so funny."

Thousands of years later.

"Sang Huai, Father God is gone, it's so boring." Dong Ling was lying on the ground, looking at the sky, touching the mask with stripes on his face, and said to Sang Huai beside him.

"Why does the little emperor always wear this tattooed mask?" Sang Huai, an elderly man, stood next to Dong Ling and asked with still admiration in his eyes.

Dong Ling sighed and looked at the sky and said weakly: "Father God said that the mask can make me, a girl, look more majestic. It can scare the enemy on the battlefield and make our soldiers feel at ease."

Sang Huai saw Dong Ling's sadness and gently advised Dong Ling: "The emperor just returned to chaos and has changed his ways to accompany the little emperor. Don't be too sad, little emperor."

Dong Ling looked at the sky and said nothing.

The divine thunder beast on the side was running carefree in the forest chasing the animal fairies.

"Will Sanghuai leave too?" Dong Ling asked Sanghuai, looking at the sky.

"The mulberry locust tree will turn into a tree and always protect its little master." The mulberry locust tree looked at Dong Ling with reverence and said.

"As I said, don't call me a master or a master. We are friends. But why have you become so old? Haha!" Dong Ling turned to look at Sang Huai and said with a smile.

A hundred years later.

Dong Ling, with a beautiful face, pulled the old-looking Sang Huai and ran.

"Hurry up, come on Sanghuai, look!"

"Slow down, slow down, Emperor."

"Look! I dug a hole in the Liuguang River, and when the water flows down, there is a river here!" The mask on Dong Ling's face was covered with mud, but he smiled happily.

"Such beautiful water." Sang Huai looked at the crystal clear river water in front of him, his eyes filled with light, but more of the light came from Dong Ling, whom he had admired since childhood.

Last memory:

"Sang Huai, I'm going to fight, and I'll come back when I'm done. Help me guard this place! By the way, help me give this place a name, and tell me when I come back!"

…

"Sanghuai." I shouted Sanghuai's name again with the memory in my mind.

Sang Huai looked at me excitedly and said to me: "Yes, Emperor, you are really back." Sang Huai pulled me excitedly and wouldn't let go.

I supported Sang Huai, looked at him and smiled and said, "Bu Li River, I quite like this name."

Sang Huai laughed excitedly and shed tears of joy.

"Ahem..."

"Zi Yuan Demon Lord!"

As he spoke, the voices of Zi Yuan and his few remaining demon soldiers came from behind. I slowly turned my head and looked at Zi Yuan, who had woken up but had basically lost his ability to move.

"My... fan." Zi Yuan was lifted up by the remaining demon soldiers. The mask on his face had been chopped off and his face was covered with ashes. He struggled to say four words.

"I've used your fan very well, I want it." I said to Zi Yuan, and then I put the changed Zi Yuan's fan away and used it for my own use.

"I remember there seemed to be a place to live here. Was it occupied by him?" I asked Sang Huai.

"Yes! My old body is useless, I can't keep it, my old body..."

Sang Huai said and wanted to salute me again. I directly raised my hand to help Sang Huai up from the distance, and signaled that Grandpa Sang Huai didn't need to blame himself. Then he looked at Zi Yuan with an indifferent expression and said to Zi Yuan:

"You, take your people and get out of Buli River."

"I will be back soon! I will be back as soon as the Demon Lord's people arrive!" Zi Yuan struggled with resentment and gasped unconvinced.

"Then I'll just chop you to death. Don't leave." After saying that, I threw a divine sword towards Zi Yuan and the others.

Seeing the situation, Zi Yuan's subordinates took Zi Yuan away at the speed of light.

"Bang!"

The divine blade smashed into nothing.

"Emperor." Grandpa Sang Huai looked at me worriedly when he saw Zi Yuan fleeing.

"It doesn't matter, let's take everyone back to Bu Zhi Palace first." I said softly to Sang Huai.

Sang Huai took the order and started to go to Bu Zhi Palace with all the immortals and gods.

I stood there, my mood calmed down, and I began to have mixed feelings.

It turns out that this step of Li River is the place where Dong Ling used to come often, and it is also the place where Dong Ling met Grandpa Sang Huai. And this step of Li River was actually dug by Dong Ling...

The first place I came to after leaving this world was actually the place where "I" used to be...

"What should I call you now, Huang Xiaoxian or Emperor Dongling?" Bai Ze suddenly came up quietly and asked from the side.

I collected my thoughts and smiled. I teased Bai Ze: "Your Highness, please don't be polite. Just call me Huang Xiaoxian."

Judging from the current situation, Dong Ling and I should only have a relationship between the past life and this life. Originally, I should not have any memories of Dong Ling. After all, I am already a new student, but now I can see that those memories are probably

Maybe it’s because Shenzong retains Dong Ling’s spiritual consciousness.

Then I sighed lightly and thought:

"In my previous life, I was actually the Empress Dongling, one of the ancient gods? Then she could sleep herself into death while sleeping? Couldn't she be a fool?"

Gradually, the more I thought about it, the more outrageous it became.

"Emperor, everyone is settled." Grandpa Sang Huai was suddenly supported by Hong Yu and said to me.

I put away my random thoughts, looked at Grandpa Sanghuai, smiled at him and said, "Grandpa Sanghuai, there is no need to call me Emperor."

"No, you are the emperor and must not be disrespected." Grandpa Sang Huai said seriously and stubbornly.

I sighed softly. Compared with the memories I saw, he was really much older. But who would have thought that Grandpa Sang Huai would be tens of thousands of years younger than the actual Dong Ling.

I slowly pushed the divine power into Grandpa Sanghuai's body, and then said to Grandpa Sanghuai: "From now on, you won't need the support of others to walk."
To be continued...