Chapter 1520: Linglong Lamp, the Heart and Soul of the Three Realms

Jing Jia, wearing splendid attire, stepped forward. As the previous Heavenly Dao, she handed the magic artifact symbolizing the Heavenly Dao—the Linglong Lamp—to Bai Zhi’er.

"Zhi’er, this lamp represents the soul of the Three Realms. As long as the lamp is lit, the Three Realms remain stable. If it extinguishes, the Three Realms will face calamity. You must guard it well."

Bai Zhi’er received it with both hands, holding it cautiously in her palms.

The Linglong Lamp had a smooth shape and emitted a faint silver glow, with a wick that was a soft warm yellow, seeming as if it could go out at any moment.

Jing Jia sighed and softly explained, "My mana has weakened, so the Linglong Lamp, along with my magic veins, is somewhat dim."

However, as soon as the Linglong Lamp was transferred to Bai Zhi’er, the flame suddenly brightened, flickering lively.

Jing Jia immediately smiled, "Look, Zhi’er, the Linglong Lamp acknowledges its master. Your magic veins can keep it stably alive!"

Bai Zhi’er’s eyes widened in amazement.

She observed as the lamp’s wick seemed to resonate with her mana, becoming infinitely brilliant and dazzling.

Below the steps, the deities and demons of the Three Realms all called out the name of the Heavenly Dao!

Amidst such thunderous acclaim, Bai Zhi’er grasped the lamp handle tightly, her gaze complex.

She knew that from this moment on, she would bear enormous responsibility.

For the Linglong Lamp and for the beings of the Three Realms, she could no longer love Feng Fuce.

Just as Bai Zhi’er was lost in thought, suddenly, a thin red line darted out from Yue Lao’s sleeve.

It seemed as if it had a soul and eyes, flying towards Bai Zhi’er!

The deities were taken aback, even Yue Lao himself was stunned.

What was happening?

The red line flew to Bai Zhi’er’s side, tightly wrapping one end around her little finger.

Bai Zhi’er was startled, lifting her hand to look below—

The other end of the rope was actually tied to Feng Fuce’s right finger.

He was also a bit surprised; despite the vast distance and countless drifting clouds, the Red Rope accurately bound the two of them.

Bai Zhi’er gently raised her hand, trying to break the rope, but unexpectedly, the Red Rope seemed to sense her intention, binding tighter!

Jing Jia looked at Yue Lao: "What is going on?"

Yue Lao hastily stepped forward, claiming ignorance!

"This Red Rope is a magic artifact of mine—a Marriage Knot. It’s rarely used, but when it encounters a destined love, couples who are inseparable across lifetimes, it will be employed. However, a situation where the Marriage Knot actively ties both parties has never occurred..."

"This..." Jing Jia looked at Bai Zhi’er, implying something: "Perhaps it’s fate, Zhi’er, you might..."

She didn’t finish her sentence before being quickly interrupted by Bai Zhi’er.

"A so-called Marriage Knot, how can it be settled without the consent of both parties? Perhaps there’s another reason. After the Sealing God Ceremony, we should ask Yue Lao, Upper God, to find a way to untie this knot."

When Bai Zhi’er said this, her expression behind the bead curtain was cold and calm.

Feng Fuce’s previously gentle and joyful handsome face instantly stiffened, gradually becoming puzzled as he looked at Bai Zhi’er.

He seemed unable to understand why Bai Zhi’er’s tone was so cold and firm, and why her words seemed to distance herself.

Strangely enough, after Bai Zhi’er finished speaking, the red rope on her and Feng Fuce’s fingers slowly vanished, seemingly hidden away.

Yue Lao hurriedly said, "Although the Marriage Knot is invisible, it has already connected the two, and each other’s happiness and unhappiness will be known to the other."

"This little fairy will certainly strive to find a way to untie it."