Jing Feirong stood there in a daze for a moment, staring at Yu Linyun intently—his father, whom he had completely lost two months after he was born.
Jing Feirong missed his father for more than seven thousand years. He guessed that what he might get in the end might be his father’s name, identity, and a story, but he never thought that he could see his father again in this way.
The Heavenly Emperor went up the steps, took out a brocade bag from his waist, and said, “On my way back, I passed by Wangyue Mountain and brought back some white peach preserves.”
Yu Linyun handed the baby to the Heavenly Emperor, opened the brocade bag, and did not eat the candied fruit. Instead, he said, “The last time I met the Deity of Wangyue Mountain, he told me that you ordered people to overthrow all the trees on Wangyue Mountain and plant peach trees on them.”
The voice was low and cold, like a cool spring, and extremely pleasant to the ear.
The Heavenly Emperor sat down next to Yu Linyun, holding the baby, and said, “You like to eat white peach preserves.”
“Then there’s still no need to plant all over the mountain. I’ll never be able to eat them all.”
“If you can’t finish it, just eat slowly. If you like something, I’ll give you double the amount.” Seeing Yu Linyun was silent, the Heavenly Emperor leaned over to look into his eyes and smiled, “En?”
Yu Linyun remained silent, but the baby in the Heavenly Emperor’s arms suddenly babbled and kicked off the swaddling clothes, revealing a pair of small black dragon horns on his head and a dragon tail swinging wildly behind his butt—it was Jing Feirong, who was only ten days old.
“Feirong is not happy anymore, maybe he still likes you holding him.” The Heavenly Emperor said this with a smile, handing the baby back to Yu Linyun. Yu Linyun held his little son, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the ice in his purple eyes seemed to melt.
Jing Feirong stood not far away, looking at this scene in a trance. The vague picture that he could only recall in his memory before, he’s now seen clearly. Jing Feirong’s nose was sore—it turned out that he had also had such a happy moment.
“Father…”
Jing Feirong wiped his eyes, but before he could stop crying, the scene in front of him collapsed, and he fell down suddenly. In panic, he reached out his hands in the direction where his father and the others were, but he grabbed nothing.
He kept falling down as if there was no end. Jing Feirong had a splitting headache. He didn’t know how long it had been before his feet touched the ground without any warning. Jing Feirong staggered a few steps and opened his eyes to find that he was barely stopping at the shore of the lake. If he took one more step, he would fall in.
There were trees all around, and Jing Feirong looked up and saw a palace standing halfway up the mountain. He immediately recognized it as the Yunzi Palace. So this was Yunzi Mountain—Chu Yanchuan’s residence.
“I’ll take care of it, you don’t need to interfere.”
Hearing the sound of conversation, Jing Feirong turned around and found that there were two more people around him. The one in purple was Yu Linyun, and the one in a flawless white robe was Chu Yanchuan.
That face was still cold, but the complexion was more lively, unlike the Dijun that Jing Feirong knew—calm and indifferent.
“Our ancestors have all retired and entered seclusion, leaving only you and me. How can I leave this to you alone?” Yu Linyun said.
“Your soul can’t withstand such a war. Besides, you just gave birth to the Fifth Prince. If something unexpected happens, your divine veins will be in danger, and the Fifth Prince’s future cultivation will be affected.” Chu Yanchuan said seriously, “The previous princes were twins, but the Fifth Prince is the only child of the Black Dragon. He will inherit the throne in the future, so there can’t be any mistakes.”
“Tianquan Wangzun1It’s the title of a supreme celestial being., I hope none of them will be involved in this.” Yu Linyun said calmly, “Whoever loves to be the Heavenly Emperor can be the Heavenly Emperor for thousands of years.”
“In any case, just leave the Demon Seal to me.”
“Forget it, just promise me that you won’t use the totem.” Yu Linyun looked at Chu Yanchuan, “I suppressed it with the totem for less than a thousand years, and it backfired. You can’t be as foolish as I was.”
Chu Yanchuan smiled and said, “If you hadn’t suffered a backlash, how could the Heavenly Emperor have the chance to take care of you in front of the palace every day and finally abduct you to the Heavenly Palace as he wished?”
Yu Linyun frowned slightly. “Don’t change the subject.”
Chu Yanchuan nodded and said, “I understand. Even if it costs me my entire cultivation, I will never use the totem.“
Yu Linyun was relieved and let out an “En.”
Jing Feirong looked down at the totem on his palm. If using a totem to suppress the seal would result in backlash, then how did Dijun endure it for seven thousand years? Now that the totem was on him, would he also have to bear all the backlash?
Before he could think deeply, the scene in front of him began to collapse again. Jing Feirong looked up in a hurry and took a last look at the pair of close friends—one cold and the other icy—the only two ancient gods left in heaven.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in the Heavenly Garden. The Heavenly Emperor was holding the Fifth Prince, who was more than two months old, and they were standing together with Yu Linyun, looking at the magnificent sunset in the distance.
“When will you and Yanchuan go to the Withered Swamp?”
The Heavenly Emperor said, “Another month.”
“Although the Demon Seal was set by the gods at the beginning of creation, the blood magic of the Dragon Clan is extraordinary, so it is not difficult to seal it again.”
“Aren’t you worried about me at all?” The Heavenly Emperor tilted his head and asked with a smile.
“Not worried.” Yu Linyun said, “I also want you to make sure Yanchuan doesn’t get hurt at all.”
The Heavenly Emperor chuckled: “I will do my best.”
The little dragon in his arms started babbling again, and he stretched out his hand to Yu Linyun for a hug. Yu Linyun hugged him over, squeezed his palm, and suddenly said, “I’ll go to Yuanshi Tianzun later.”
The Heavenly Emperor was not surprised but still asked, “What are you going there for?”
“I asked for a Bodhi seed for Feirong. I told you before.”
The Heavenly Emperor nodded, his face expressionless, and said, “Alright, then I will take care of Feirong.”
“En.” Yu Linyun lifted the little dragon up a little and said in a softer voice, “Feirong, call me father.”
The Heavenly Emperor said softly, “How can he open his mouth to call people so quickly? Do you really want to hear it that much?”
Yu Linyun did not hide it, but just looked at the little dragon with his tail swinging in his hand tenderly and said, “I want, I want to hear Feirong call me father.”
The setting sun was blood-red. Jing Feirong stood beside them, sobbing silently with tears streaming down his face.
Yu Linyun left to see Yuanshi Tianzun not long after. The Heavenly Emperor held the little dragon and stood there until the bright moon was high in the sky. Jing Feirong didn’t know where he was looking. Then the light and shadow changed instantly, the stars flashed and the clouds moved, and in the blink of an eye, it was sunrise.
The Heavenly Emperor stood here all night.
Afterwards, he took the little dragon away from the Heavenly Palace. Jing Feirong followed the Heavenly Emperor all the way to the Withered Swamp.
The little dragon seemed to be somewhat repelled by the Demon Realm and struggled anxiously in the swaddling clothes. The Heavenly Emperor held him and stepped step by step to the Demon Seal, where a human figure could be seen. The Heavenly Emperor lowered his head, looked at the little dragon in his arms, and whispered, “Your father said that the blood magic of the Dragon Clan is powerful, but he didn’t know that I don’t want to strengthen the seal.”
The little dragon knew nothing about it and reached out to touch the Heavenly Emperor’s face.
“At the beginning of creation, the gods did not completely eliminate the evil demon Chi Tuo in order to maintain the Dao of the birth of the six realms. Now that the reincarnation of the world has been completed, Chi Tuo can no longer survive.”
The Heavenly Emperor’s voice became lower and lower: “Chi Tuo has already shown his human form, and he is causing unrest and injustice. Disasters are constantly spreading in other worlds. The conferring of titles will only leave troubles behind, and it will not last for many years. The two Dijun have taken turns spending their efforts to suppress the Withered Swamp, but the gains are not worth the losses.”
“The black dragon is the only fetus in the womb, and it can slay evil spirits.” The Heavenly Emperor touched the little dragon’s forehead and said word by word, “You were destined to be like this from the beginning.”
The little dragon blinked and then put his finger in his mouth. He missed his father a little and also wanted to drink milk.
The Heavenly Emperor looked away, and his fingertips hooked up a golden light. The little dragon was lifted up by the halo and floated up slowly. After leaving his father’s arms, the little dragon felt a little uneasy, kicking his legs and babbling, and his tail curled up in fear.
The swaddling cloth rose above the Demon Seal. Chi Tuo smelled the dragon spirit and began to fight back. The entire Northern Region gradually shook. Not long after, Chu Yanchuan and Yu Cang noticed the movement and rushed to the Withered Swamp. When they saw the scene clearly, Chu Yanchuan drew the sword from Yu Cang’s waist without hesitation and flew towards the Heavenly Emperor.
With the cold sword blade against his throat, Chu Yanchuan stared at the Heavenly Emperor and said coldly, “Jing Chengjue!”
The Emperor’s expression did not change, as if he had expected it. He just looked up at the small swaddling baby and said calmly, “Dijun, if you were asked to choose between the people of the six realms and Feirong, what would you choose?”
“I will never make such a choice.” The sharp blade pierced into the Heavenly Emperor’s neck, blood oozing out, and Chu Yanchuan shouted sternly, “Put His Highness down!”
The Heavenly Emperor said slowly, “In the past two months, I have seldom hugged Feirong. I don’t know if it’s because I’m afraid I won’t be able to bear to part with him or if I want Linyun to spend more time with him.”
When Yu Linyun was mentioned, Chu Yanchuan’s face turned cold, and he shouted to Yu Cang, “Go and take His Highness!”
Yu Cang was about to leave when the Heavenly Emperor said, “The dragon vein has been sealed.”
Chu Yanchuan looked up and saw a red dragon vein with golden light falling from the swaddling clothes, and the other end had fallen into the seal. The little dragon felt the pain and began to cry loudly. The heart-wrenching cry echoed throughout the whole Withered Swamp. The pure spirit of the black dragon made the other scattered demons in the entire northern region dare not approach, and they all shrank back into the distance.
“I still hope that Dijun will join me in getting Chi Tuo…” Before the Heavenly Emperor could finish his words, Chu Yanchuan turned the sword and slashed at the seal without hesitation—he never made such a choice, he would rather remove Jing Feirong and all the people in the six realms from this choice, leaving only himself and Chi Tuo, and use his life to reverse the situation.
But before the sword energy touched the seal, a cold light flashed, and the sword in his hand broke into two pieces in an instant. Everyone looked back and saw Yu Linyun standing indifferently on a high slope a few feet away, wearing a purple robe swaying in the wind and sand, and his purple eyes were shockingly cold.
The author has something to say: Rong, you are so lucky. More than seven thousand years ago, Dijun was willing to die without hesitation to save you.
