In the Heaven Palace’s study, the candlelight flickered. The Heavenly Emperor turned over a page of a memorial, did not look at it for a moment, and then gently put it down. His eyes moved to the phoenix feather in the blue jade carving tube of the flying phoenix and auspicious clouds. It was rich and gorgeous, not at all inferior.
There was a slight sound outside the window. The Heavenly Emperor frowned and looked sideways. When he saw the purple-robed God, all his vigilance and impatience turned into shock and realization. His heart was pounding. He stood up suddenly but seemed to be unable to stand steadily. He barely held on to the edge of the table. He opened his mouth slightly and remained silent for a long time before shouting in a hoarse voice, “Linyun…”
Yu Linyun glanced at him expressionlessly, his purple eyes were indifferent and cold, and he ignored the Heavenly Emperor’s reaction and only asked, “Where is the Bodhi seed?”
The Heavenly Emperor turned a deaf ear to him and hurried a few steps to the window, staring at Yu Linyun’s face intently for a long time, still unable to believe it, and reaching out to touch his shoulder. Yu Linyun quickly dodged sideways, raised his eyes coldly, and repeated, “Where is the Bodhi seed?”
“You… you don’t remember me.” It sounded like a question, but it was not meant to inquire. The Heavenly Emperor already knew the result.
“If you are talking about those ten thousand years of cultivation, then I remember it.” Yu Linyun said lightly.
Before his resurrection, Yu Linyun’s soul could not condense, and Jing Feize and others were also unable to do so. It was the Heavenly Emperor who secretly transferred 10,000 years of cultivation into the spirit pearl to help them cross the node, and Yu Linyun was able to be reborn successfully.
The Heavenly Emperor shook his head gently, saying nothing, and just looked at Yu Linyun’s face. Yu Linyun could not wait for an answer, and without saying anything more, he turned around and left. The Heavenly Emperor immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist and hurriedly said, “The Bodhi Seed is in the Yuanshi Tianzun Hall.”
“Thank you.” Yu Linyun broke free from the Heavenly Emperor’s hand and left without looking back.
The Heavenly Emperor stood in front of the window in a daze, staring in the direction where Yu Linyun left, without moving for a long time.
Jing Feirong had just returned from Suliang Mountain and saw his several brothers and sisters frowning and sighing in the study. After asking, he found out that Yu Linyun had disappeared since last night. But Jing Feirong could understand that his father had lost most of his memories and let go of many things. He was free from worries and constraints and lived a much easier life than before. This was a good thing.
“He probably went to meditate.” Jing Feirong said, “Father has just been resurrected, his spirit is unstable, and he needs to nourish his spiritual energy.”
Just as Jing Feize was about to speak, Jing Ferong said, “Besides, when Father woke up, he learned about the death of Dijun, so he was inevitably sad and wanted to be alone, which was understandable.”
When Chu Yanchuan was mentioned, everyone fell silent. Jing Feirong didn’t look unusual, and he soon left the study to practice swordplay again.
Late at night, Jing Feirong returned to Duanyi Mountain with a sword on his back. When he looked up, he saw Yu Linyun standing in front of the attic window. He flew up and jumped into the window, smiling and shouting, “Father.”
“How is your cultivation recovering?” Yu Linyun asked him.
“I have recovered about 60%, which is far less than before.” Jing Feirong smiled. “But there is no war in the Demon Realm now, so this level of cultivation is enough.”
“Don’t take it lightly. Besides, your cultivation is your own. You shouldn’t practice it just to eliminate demons.”
Being disciplined by his father for the first time, Jing Feirong felt happy. He nodded seriously. “I understand. I will continue to work hard on my cultivation.”
“If Yanchuan knew you were like this, he would be happy.” Yu Linyun said slowly, looking at the distant mountains in the night.
Jing Feirong lowered his eyes and was silent for a while, then let out an “En.” and said, “I don’t want Dijun to think that I’m depressed and decadent.”
“Although he can no longer see.” Jing Feirong spoke softly.
Yu Linyun reached out and touched his head, then left quietly. Jing Feirong stood in front of the window for a long time. The night wind blew, his eyes were slightly cold, he raised his hand and stroked it, and his fingertips were full of moisture.
In the main hall of Yuanshi Tianzun, there is a lotus pond. On the most blooming purple lotus in the pond, there is a Bodhi seed.
This Bodhi seed was requested by Yu Linyun from Yuanshi Tianzun for Jing Feirong 8,000 years ago. When he died, it fell beside the Demon Seal. Later, Jing Feirong entered the illusion and brought it out, keeping it carefully. But in the end, he gave this Bodhi seed to Chu Yanchuan. Because it was Yu Linyun’s relic and had extraordinary significance, Jing Feirong was willing to hand it over to Dijun.
More than 400 years ago, Chu Yanchuan was trapped in the illusion. In the end, he dispersed his spirits and exorcised the demons. However, there was a Buddha spirit on the Bodhi tree, and his skills were profound. He managed to create a seal in the illusion. Chu Yanchuan’s spirit was completely dispersed, and his body was gone, but the Bodhi tree trapped his soul, and he escaped.
After the war, the Heavenly Emperor went to the Withered Swamp alone. Jing Feirong’s cultivation was completely destroyed at that time, and he could not sense the gods and failed to find Chu Yanchuan’s soul. The Heavenly Emperor was also the only child of the black dragon, and his cultivation was powerful. After a careful inspection, he found the remaining Bodhi in the illusion. He sent the Bodhi back to Yuanshi Tianzun’s seat and nurtured it with purple lotus.
After Yu Linyun woke up, his memory was incomplete. He vaguely remembered that he had asked for a Bodhi seed for Jing Feirong, so he mentioned it casually. Jing Feirong was silent for a moment and said that he had given the Bodhi seed to Dijun. It was at that moment that Yu Linyun realized that perhaps Chu Yanchuan was not dead, at least his soul could still survive, so he went to ask the Heavenly Emperor about the whereabouts of the Bodhi seed.
The cycle of cause and effect is always interconnected.
“It’s a pity that I just woke up, and my cultivation is not even as good as that grass outside the temple.” Yu Linyun looked at the Bodhi in the lotus and whispered, “Otherwise, I would do my best to revive you as soon as possible.”
He left the hall and caught a glimpse of the tall figure under the tree not far away—ever since he knew that Bodhizi was here, every time he came to visit Chu Yanchuan, the Heavenly Emperor would appear at the same time, standing under the tree, doing nothing and saying nothing.
Yu Linyun gathered his sleeves and walked towards the tree.
The closer he got, the more unnatural the Heavenly Emperor’s expression became. He looked a little bit unbelievable, yet also with a little bit uncontrollable surprise.
“Give me a dragon vein.” Yu Linyun said.
The Emperor was stunned for a moment. “What?”
“Feirong used half of his divine vein to save me. One for one, you use your dragon vein to save Yanchuan.” Yu Linyun said calmly, “It’s just a suggestion.”
The Heavenly Emperor looked at him for a moment, then turned and headed towards the Heavenly Palace without hesitation.
Jing Feirong took a nap under the sacred tree, as usual. Ten years had passed since his father’s resurrection. He felt that the days were passing more and more slowly. He couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to get through the next tens of thousands of years.
Will it continue like this? Tormented by the longing and guilt for the loss of his love, he was horrified by the war scenes in his dreams at midnight, and when he woke up, his face was always covered with tears, and he was extremely frightened.
But apart from this, there seems to be no other way.
He leaned against the tree trunk, drowsy, and dimly felt that the cold tree trunk seemed to be gradually warming up. Jing Feirong tightened his clothes, hoping to see Dijun in his dream today.
It seemed like a long time had passed before a man slowly walked out of the vast white snow, his footsteps lightly on the piled snow. He walked straight to the sleeping little dragon under the tree, leaned over slightly, and brushed the cold snow off his shoulders.
Jing Feirong frowned, then slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. His brows immediately relaxed, and he smiled, “Dijun.”
It’s so nice to have a dream ah. In the past, Dijun’s face was always blurry in his dreams, but this time it was so clear, cold, and clean, without any change.
Chu Yanchuan saw him sitting in the snow and asked, “Aren’t you cold?”
Jing Feirong shook his head and stretched out his hand to him. Although he was smiling, his eyes were red. He whispered, “Dijun, I dreamed of you again.”
Tears fell bit by bit. Jing Feirong trembled and said, “I miss you so much.”
Chu Yanchuan looked at him silently, then reached out and held his hand. The touch was so real that Jing Feirong’s whole body froze for a moment, and then he heard Chu Yanchuan say, “You are not dreaming.”
The wind and snow were howling, piercing like a knife, but Jing Feirong felt his body heating up bit by bit, and his heart was beating fast, as if it were about to burst out of his chest. He opened his eyes wide, leaned against the tree trunk, staggered to his feet, looking at Chu Yanchuan in disbelief, and called him in a weak voice, “Dijun?”
“En.” Chu Yanchuan replied.
Jing Feirong began to breathe heavily, staring at Chu Yanchuan for a long while, and suddenly hugged him tightly in his arms. His throat was dry, and it was too hoarse to speak, but he just held him with all his strength, fearing that his Dijun would disappear from his sight. He used too much strength, and after he was sure that he really hugged Chu Yanchuan, Jing Feirong’s legs became weak, his heart ached, and he curled up and arched his back, his forehead pressed against Chu Yanchuan’s body, slid down little by little, and finally almost knelt in front of him.
Jing Feirong didn’t know what to do. Tears flooded his eyes. His throat was so hoarse that he couldn’t speak. He just refused to let go and hugged Chu Yanchuan’s legs tightly. His throat rolled. Jing Feirong first sobbed and finally cried hoarsely. He had endured it for too long. At this moment, he was in both pain and joy. The extreme emotions almost overwhelmed him.
Chu Yanchuan sat on the ground with him, and Jing Feirong quickly hugged his waist again, buried his face in his chest, and cried wildly. Chu Yanchuan patted his back, was silent for a while, and asked him, “You are crying so sadly, are you very excited to see me?”
“En…” Jing Feirong uttered a sound with difficulty while crying bitterly.
Chu Yanchuan was silent again, and then he asked, “Then may I ask, what is our relationship?”
Jing Feirong thought he had heard wrongly. He raised his head, his eyes were red and swollen, his face was full of tears, and he looked confused: “Ah?”
The wife he waited for for four hundred and thirty-six years lost his memory after his rebirth.
The author has something to say:
「My son used his dragon vein to save me, so I used my ex-husband’s dragon vein to save my son’s wife. This is only fair.」
Yu Linyun: We need the dragon vein.
The Heavenly Emperor: Cut it now!
