Jing Feirong was unconscious for three days before he woke up. Chu Yanchuan removed his barrier when he left. Jing Feiyun and Jing Feiyan had been taking care of him for the past two days. When Jing Feirong opened his eyes, Jing Feiyan was staring at him, with one hand supporting his chin and the other holding a white peach preserve and stuffing it into his mouth.
“Awake?” Jing Feiyan wiped his hands and touched his face. “Does your body still hurt?”
Jing Feirong stared at the bag of white peach preserves beside the bed blankly. He remembered that he had not gone to get new preserves in the past few days, and he didn’t know where this bag came from… Maybe he remembered it wrong.
“It’s fine.” Jing Feirong said in a hoarse voice.
“The wound on your back has not healed completely, and your soul is still weak.” Jing Feiyan sneered, “Five hundred lashes, Father is really crazy.”
Jing Feirong was too lazy to mention the Heavenly Emperor, and he was very upset. Jing Feiyun then entered the room, and seeing Jing Feirong awake, he came over to look into his eyes and said, “When I saw you being beaten into golden pupils during the execution, I was really worried that you wouldn’t be able to get off the God-Slaying Platform.”
“Who has been leading the troops these days?” Jing Feirong asked with his eyelids drooping.
“Me.” Jing Feiyun paused. “And also the Lord of the Underworld.”
Jing Feirong raised his eyes and slowly scanned the two very similar faces of Jing Feiyun and Jing Feiyan—there were five brothers and sisters in their family. His eldest brother and second sister were twins, and his third brother and fourth sister were also twins. He was the only one who was born alone. When their father passed away, his third brother and fourth sister were more than a thousand years old. Jing Feirong used to think that his third brother and fourth sister were young and might not know much about their father, so he never asked them about it. But now, thinking about it again, it seems that something is wrong.
His eldest brother and second sister left heaven more than 7,000 years ago, one went to the Immortal Realm, and the other went to the Buddha’s seat. It should be because of their father’s matter, but his third brother and fourth sister didn’t react at all…
With this thought in mind, Jing Feirong said, “I asked Father about Father’s affairs a few days ago, which made him furious.”
“Father?” Jing Feiyan frowned. “Why are you so persistent? In all these years, when have you asked about Father’s affairs without being scolded by him? Why don’t you learn your lesson?”
Jing Feirong said, “I want to ask, how much do you all remember about Father?”
Jing Feiyun and Jing Feiyan shook their heads at the same time.
Jing Feiyun said, “After Feiyan and I were born, our souls were unstable, so we were sent to the East Sea to be nurtured after we were a hundred years old. During that time, we met Father several times. When we were more than a thousand years old, the Demon Sealing Seal was in chaos, and the East Sea was also affected. We fainted for a while after the catastrophe, and when we woke up, we were told that our Father had passed away already.”
Jing Feiyan continued, “Since then, our memories before the age of one thousand have been sporadic and we can’t piece together much, and our memories of Father are even more limited.”
“Do you remember what Father looks like? Or, do you miss your guys miss him?” Jing Feirong asked slowly.
Jing Feiyan frowned and shook her head, but Jing Feiyun did not react, as if he were thinking about something.
Jing Feirong closed his eyes: “I understand.”
In the afternoon, Jing Feirong went to the Northern Region alone. He stood outside the barrier and looked for a while, and then, without any hesitation, he opened the barrier and stepped into the Withered Swamp.
The air in the territory was scorching hot. After being whipped five hundred times, his bones were still aching. Jing Feirong pressed his chest and took a breath, his heart beating very heavily. There was also a barrier covering the Demon Seal, and the huge blue totem above was floating slowly. Jing Feirong felt the heat in his palm, raised it, and looked. The totem on his palm was blazing with blue light, as if it were about to burst out.
Jing Feirong drew his sword from its sheath, concentrated his mind, and then simply swung the sword, creating a crack in the sealing barrier.
The scorching wind rushed towards him, like a raging fire burning his body. Jing Feirong’s clothes and hair fluttered, and he kneeled on one knee with pale lips, barely supporting himself with the help of the holy sword. He lowered his head and silently recited the incantation to stabilize his soul. After a long time, he stood up with difficulty and stepped into the seal.
The moment he stepped into the sealed barrier, Jing Feirong seemed to be engulfed by flames, and a deafening noise instantly rang in his head. A baby cried, a woman sobbed, a boy cried, and an evil demon roared. His head immediately ached, and he knelt on the ground with his hands covering his ears. His heart was pounding, and his chest was filled with unspeakable emotions like a huge wave. A white light flashed before his eyes. And in this chaos, he clearly heard a shrill cry.
It was like the cry of some kind of bird, sharp, piercing, and filled with endless despair, exploding in Jing Feirong’s ears like thunder. He felt a surge of pain in his mind, as if there were a poisonous snake running around and biting in his body. The pain was so severe that he could not stand up and could only kneel on the ground and let out a suppressed cry full of pain, tears rolling down his cheeks.
After a long time, he forced himself to open his eyes and dimly saw a faint blue light in a corner on the right side of the seal.
Like a wave hitting his body, the pain in Jing Feirong’s mind froze instantly and then slowly subsided. After kneeling on the ground and panting for a long time, Jing Feirong staggered to his feet, wiped away his tears, and looked up at the sealed figure.
“I know you can hear me.” Jing Feirong said hoarsely, “I also know that it was you who entered my dream. Now that I’m here, you might as well do whatever you want as soon as possible.”
When he was unconscious, his soul was extremely weak. In a half-awake state, he felt a trace of demonic energy entering his body. Then he dreamed of the Withered Swamp and the Demon Seal. In the dream, the figure in the seal was extremely clear. Although he could not distinguish the facial features, Jing Feirong felt that he was looking at him.
No one had ever told him about his father’s matter, and as the Demon Seal was the main battlefield back then, Jing Feirong would rather risk everything and come here to find an answer.
Not long after he finished speaking, his vision darkened, as if he had lost his sight for a moment, and then gradually light filled the air. Jing Feirong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found himself in a palace.
It is the Heavenly Emperor’s bedchamber.
Jing Feirong turned around in confusion and suddenly saw a purple-robed god sitting behind the desk with a baby in his arms.
The palace door behind him was pushed open at the same time. Jing Feirong turned around and saw the Heavenly Emperor walking into the palace. He looked lively and relaxed, without any imperial majesty at all. He did not notice Jing Feirong standing in the center of the palace at all and walked past him directly. With a smile in his eyes, he called out to the god on the throne, “Ah Yun.”
The purple-robed god raised his head, his face as cold as frost, yet more exquisite than the most flawless painting of beauty in the world. His pair of purple eyes were so charming and seductive that one would hold their breath at a glance.
It was Jing Feirong’s father, Yu Linyun, who had survived more than 7,000 years ago.
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The father appears.
Chu Yanchuan is a cold beauty, while Yu Linyun is an iceberg beauty.
