Translator: _Min
The entire demon abyss echoed with her resolute voice.
“I refuse!”
She refused to remain trapped there.
Seven hundred years later, she finally emerged from the demon abyss, starting again as a mortal until ascending to celestial.
At this point, the expressions of the auditioning panel had visibly changed.
Then, in the next instant, Si Fuqing’s demeanor shifted dramatically.
No longer the girl struggling against fate, she transformed into the most powerful goddess of the three realms.
With an indifferent expression, she raised her hand, commanding the elements, “Wind, come forth!”
On that day, Sui Yan stepped into the celestial realm, her sword pointing directly at the Celestial Palace.
Be it the supreme beings of the celestial realm or the heavenly soldiers and generals, all had to bow down and pay homage.
Tang Haiqiu nudged MO Yishan, who was mesmerized, “Hurry up, it’s your turn.”
MO Yishan hesitated, “Is this appropriate…?”
Tang Haiqiu urged him impatiently, “Stop wasting time, get up there!”
Though the Celestial Ruler wasn’t the male lead, he was a crucial stepping stone character.
Tang Haiqiu wanted to see the tension between Si Fuqing and MO Yishan in their performance.
MO Yishan reluctantly stepped forward.
Normally, actors and actresses feel overwhelmed acting opposite an award-winning actor, and Si Fuqing was a newcomer. He wondered what Tang Haiqiu was thinking.
He needed to rein in his performance.
MO Yishan remembered the scene.
He was forced to kneel before the goddess, his body covered in blood.
He clutched at her skirt, begging her to glance at him, but she did not.
“You were wrong,” she said slowly, unfurling her fingers with a faint smile, “I have no feelings for you. I only wanted to protect my friends and family, but you destroyed them.”
She watched him grovel at her feet, stepping on his chest and then tearing open his core.
As cruel and ruthless as he was when he extracted her soul.
But there was no joy in her victory, no exhilaration from revenge, still as calm as if none of it mattered.
The Celestial Ruler, in his white robe, turned deathly pale, his forehead slick with sweat.
Struggling to raise his head, his vision blurred, but her voice penetrated everywhere.
“You’re not worthy. For your selfish desires, you plunged millions into suffering and death. When you walk the path to the underworld, remember to look back at the three realms under my rule.”
Her expression remained as calm as ever, yet her presence was overwhelmingly oppressive.
MO Yishan’s heart skipped a beat, his mind going blank, “I…”
The award-winning actor almost forgot his next lines.
But there were no more lines for him.
Wiping sweat from his brow, MO Yishan returned to his seat, his steps unsteady.
The final monologue approached, and Tang Haiqiu’s expression grew more serious, his gaze fixed on Si Fuqing.
He watched her slowly stride and sit at the highest seat in the Ninth heaven.
The mundane world spun before her eyes – people laughing, crying, loving.
She leaned back on the throne, slowly closing her eyes, beginning to reminisce.
From an innocent girl to a blood-stained demon, from a mortal trampled by all to the ruler of the three realms.
But now, everyone she cared for was gone.
She seemed to have won glorious victories.
Yet, at the same time, lost everything.
Tang Haiqiu was about to call “cut,” but Si Fuqing unexpectedly moved again.
This wasn’t in the script.
His expression changed, fingers tingling as if electrified, and the assistant director’s eyes widened in shock.
On the throne, the sleeping goddess opened her eyes, glancing towards something unseen, her face breaking into a smile of pure innocence, reminiscent of her younger self.
Everything returned to the beginning.
Flowers bloomed again, but others could never return.
Silence enveloped the audition room.
Everyone was still in a daze, unable to snap back to reality.
Si Fuqing quickly detached from the emotions, stood up, and bowed slightly to the judges, “Teachers, my performance is finished.”
Her words jolted everyone back to reality.
They realized they were witnessing an audition, not actually transported to the ancient realms of war and chaos, watching a mortal ascend to the celestial realm.
It was merely a performance!
A performance without costumes or props!
Tang Haiqiu picked up the director’s dossier from the Great Xia channel, his gaze sharpening, and he slowly began, “Si Fuqing, is it?”