Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

In the depths of the netherworld, at the end of the Yellow Springs Road, the lights flickered, seeming to flicker.

Jun Muhan slowly raised his hands, condensed brilliant spiritual power in his palms, and injected it into the San Sheng Stone.

The Three Lives Stone, which records the past, present and future lives of every soul, was instantly activated by the spiritual power of the God of War. Ripples appeared on its surface, and countless life stories surged in it.

"My Lord God of War, the past and future of the gods are all secrets of heaven and cannot be pried into."

Sima Ming's voice sounded at the side, filled with worry, he tried to dissuade this persistent god of war.

"I know, but I also want to understand."

Jun Muhan closed his eyes and concentrated again, and his spiritual power poured into the San Sheng Stone like infinite stars.

The light of the Three Lives Stone became brighter and brighter, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this force, forming a series of images that flashed by quickly.

The San Sheng Stone returned to calm again, as if nothing had ever happened. Jun Muhan lowered his eyes in pain.

He turned around, his eyes falling on the sea of ​​red spider lilies that were in full bloom. The flaming red flowers were as gorgeous as weeping blood, so poignantly beautiful that it made one's heart palpitate.

Jun Muhan sighed softly, his voice full of bitterness and helplessness.

“Everyone in the world says that the path to immortality is easy, but few know that immortals also have their own frustrations and struggles.”

Siming stood aside, looking at the once cold and ruthless god of war, who now seemed so lonely and persistent. He couldn't help but admonish him again.

"My Lord God of War, you must not dwell on the past. The Three Lives Stone has left its mark, and destiny is determined by fate. If you go against the will of heaven and change your fate, it is against the will of heaven. Even you should think twice before you act."

Jun Muhan tilted his head slightly, with determination in his deep eyes.

"Si Ming, I have made up my mind. I want you to help me, not to persuade me."

Sima Ming's gaze fell on the God of War's silver hair. He noticed that a few strands of black hair had quietly grown at the roots of the hair.

Alas, I am afraid that even this ruthless path can no longer hold me back.

Siming sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.

"Yes, yes, yes, who made me owe you?"

From that day on, on that particular night every year, when the night-blooming cereus on the mountaintops of the mortal world quietly bloomed, the God of War Mu Han would always arrive as promised.

He stood in front of the flower, gazing at the brief but brilliant bloom of the ephemeral flower, his heart filled with tenderness and anticipation.

"Yu'er, when Siming and I are ready, we will send you to the mortal world for reincarnation. When you have completed your merits, you can restore your true body."

"Then I will help you join the ranks of immortals. Let's go to the jade tree and dig out the jade flower and jade dew wine you brewed, okay?"

He spoke softly, as if afraid to disturb this ephemeral flower that only blooms once a year.

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Time flies in the mortal world, a day in heaven is equal to one year on earth.

Liu Qianyu went through several reincarnations in a flash.

The Mingyuan Pavilion in the Tiangong Palace is surrounded by clouds and mist, and cranes are dancing.

Inside the Mingyuan Pavilion, the light is soft and mysterious, coming from the luminous pearls on the ceiling and the fluorescent stones inlaid on the four walls, complementing each other.

The hall is filled with thick life books, each of which carries the fate of countless lives.

Sima Ming frowned and sighed as he looked at the Mirror of Fate.

At this moment, a subtle ripple suddenly appeared in the air.

The figure of the God of War Mu Han flashed in the Mingyuan Pavilion like a phantom.

"Si Ming, you summoned me urgently, but the Flower God has already completed his merits?"

Jun Muhan's voice was urgent and powerful, and every word was like a hammer, striking Siming's heart directly.

Sima Ming's face became even more bitter. He let go of the Fate Mirror that he was holding tightly in his hand, looked up at the God of War, his eyes full of helplessness.

"My Lord God of War, I... the Goddess of Flowers, in the mortal world, seems to be completely addicted to worldly entertainment. Every day, she either stays up late to watch TV series or is obsessed with novels. Although she has not done any evil, she has not done any good deeds either."

"The light of merit you gave her in the beginning has now gradually dimmed and is almost exhausted. If this continues, when will she be able to cultivate enough merit and re-establish an immortal body?"

Jun Muhan's face tensed instantly, and his handsome features looked even more profound because of worry.

"The Book of Fates is in your control, how could it be so out of control?"

The flower god has experienced several lifetimes in the mortal world, and should have done good deeds and accumulated merits through different identities.

But now it seems that she has completely deviated from her original trajectory.

What else can Siming say? Can he say that this little ancestor is too home-bound?

Sima Ming smiled bitterly, sighed lightly, and explained helplessly.

"My Lord God of War, I did compile the Book of Fates in the Human World, but the Flower Goddess is in the mortal world, and her thoughts are beyond my control. Perhaps, the fairy world is too lonely, which makes her have an irresistible yearning for the novels and stories in the human world?"

"Or maybe it was the lingering love stories in the play that resonated with her and made her unable to extricate herself from it?"

Jun Muhan felt quite powerless. Even though he possessed immense divine power, he was also specialized in certain areas.

"Is there any remedy?"

Siming shook his head helplessly, "My Lord God of War, although I am in charge of the fate of the world, I am just a small fairy with meager magical power. You, the God of War, can't solve it, why bother with a small fairy like me?"

The God of War Jun Mu Han stared at Siming closely, his eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

Under his gaze, Siming couldn't help but lower his head guiltily, his fingers unconsciously stroking the corner of his clothes.

"Si Ming, you and I have known each other for many years, how could I not know that you are simply afraid of bearing the consequences of defying the will of heaven and changing your fate."

Jun Muhan chuckled lightly, his tone indifferent.

"How about I exchange it for the Demon Refining Pot you've always dreamed of?"

Siming's eyes suddenly lit up.

The Demon Refining Pot contains the mysteries of the universe and can refine demons and transform spiritual power. It is a treasure that all immortals dream of.

He has been coveting it for thousands of years, and the temptation is too great for him!

Then, an irrepressible smile broke out on Siming's face, with a sly look on his face.

"My Lord God of War is indeed generous. I will boldly offer you a plan."

"This plan is actually a forbidden technique. When performing it, it is inevitable that you will encounter the backlash of the heavens. Even if you exhaust your ten thousand years of cultivation, you may not be able to escape unscathed."

Jun Muhan frowned slightly, feeling a little impatient with Siming's nagging, and his tone was a little anxious.

"Si Ming, stop keeping us in suspense and tell us the method."

Siming thought about it and agreed. How could a God of War lack cultivation?

Then he stopped hesitating, put away his playful expression, and cleared his throat.

"This forbidden technique requires you and me to work together to build a special system that connects the various realms and allows the flower gods to enter different small worlds."

"In these worlds, she needs to help those children of destiny who have great merits but suffer from bad fates or have no descendants, so that their lives can be fulfilled."

"In this way, the Flower God can accumulate a large amount of merit in a short period of time and restore his immortal body."

As soon as Si Ming finished speaking, the aura around Jun Muhan suddenly turned cold, his eyes shot straight at Si Ming like a sharp sword, his tone full of questioning and anger.

"No descendants? You want her to have children for others?"

"Or them?"

"How many are there?"

Siming was forced to retreat repeatedly due to this powerful cold pressure. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his voice trembled.

"Lord God of War, calm down. Even the Emperor has no other way to change fate."

"After careful calculation, I found that at least five small worlds are needed to help the Flower God accumulate merits."

Siming hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his face.

Ever since a few strands of black hair grew among the God of War's silver hair, he is no longer as cool and calm as before.

This temperament is becoming more and more emotional!

Jun Muhan pondered for a moment and finally nodded in agreement.

"Whatever the cost, I am willing to bear it."

"But there is one condition. I must follow her to every world she goes to."

Siming's face suddenly changed and he was horrified.

"My Lord God of War, you must not do this. This will shatter your soul. This is extremely risky. If you fail, I will suffer the least of my injuries!"

"I will bear the consequences myself, you don't need to worry about it."

The God of War smiled calmly, his tone firm and unquestionable.

"I have chosen Feng Wuji as the new God of War. I will have my own instructions for the Emperor and will not make things difficult for you."