Since Chu Yanchuan left without saying goodbye to go meditate, this was the second time Jing Feirong counted the days. He stayed outside the Withered Swamp for a while, almost every day, doing nothing but staring at the Demon Seal blankly. He seemed to understand a little bit of what Dijun was thinking about the days and nights when Chu Yanchuan stood outside the barrier.
In fact, maybe he’s not thinking about anything, but just by looking at it like this, he can find a little comfort for himself.
Jing Feirong returned to the Heavenly Palace. When he stepped into the courtyard, he saw Chu Yanchuan leaning on a couch and reading a book. He had a cold face and slender fingers. The evening breeze gently blew up his robe and hair. A petal of snow-white pear blossoms swayed down and leaned quietly at Dijun’s feet.
Chu Yanchuan raised his eyes and smiled faintly: “Your Highness is back.”
During this time, Chu Yanchuan stayed in Jing Feirong Palace, unconditionally satisfying all the Fifth Prince’s requests. Whenever Jing Feirong thought of Dijun waiting for him at home, his heart was filled with love, swelling and about to burst.
Jing Feirong walked over and sat on the steps, resting his head on Chu Yanchuan’s knees, squinting at the sunset outside the courtyard wall. After a while, he suddenly stood up and took out something from his chest—a bodhi seed. He handed the bodhi seed to Chu Yanchuan and said, “This, give it to Dijun for safekeeping.”
“This is…”
“I brought it out when I entered the illusion. Father asked for this Bodhi seed from Yuanshi Tianzun for me. Later, it fell next to the Demon Seal.”
Chu Yanchuan took the Bodhi and looked at it attentively. Jing Feirong was afraid that he would recall the sad past, so he changed the subject and asked, “Dijun, do you think my father will recognize me after he is resurrected?”
“Yes.” Chu Yanchuan put away the Bodhi and touched Jing Feirong’s head. “Although there is only one soul and one spirit left, most of the memories will be lost after resurrection, but Linyun will definitely recognize Your Highness.”
“It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t recognize me.” Jing Feirong raised her head and looked at Chu Yanchuan. “As long as I can see father again, I will be happy.”
“And Father will definitely remember Dijun. When the time comes, Dijun, remember to introduce me to Father.”
Chu Yanchuan looked at him, gently touched his face, and asked, “Your Highness, how do you want me to introduce you to Linyun?”
Jing Feirong pursed his lips and said, “Dijun just has to say that I am his youngest son and a very responsible general.” He leaned down again, hugged Chu Yanchuan’s waist, put his face on his belly, and said shyly, “Then, you have to tell father that I am Dijun’s divine partner and we are married.”
“Alright.” Chu Yanchuan stroked Jing Feirong’s cheek and responded softly.
That night, Chu Yanchuan went to the underworld, and Jing Feirong stayed in the study alone. After he recovered from his injury, he never attended the morning court again, nor did he write a memorial to the Heavenly Emperor. The Demon Realm was very peaceful during this period, but for some reason, Jing Feirong felt a little uneasy.
Jing Feirong tapped his fingertips on the desk anxiously a few times, then stood up, took the holy sword, and left the hall, ready to go to the Demon Realm for another patrol, then go to the Underworld and come back with Dijun.
After walking a few steps out of the hall, Jing Feirong saw Jing Feiyun walking towards him in a hurry. His heart skipped a beat, and he called out, “Third brother.”
Jing Feiyun quickly walked a few steps to him, his face a little serious. “Something happened.”
“What’s wrong?”
“In the Mortal Realm, the dynasty collapsed and the emperor hanged himself.”
Jing Feirong subconsciously looked up at the sky. The stars and the moon were twinkling, and there was nothing unusual in the sky.
He and Chu Yanchuan were all waiting for Mars to be in the heart. When the celestial phenomena were extremely bad, the six realms would be most likely to be shaken. At that time, they would use evil to overcome evil and strangeness to overcome strangeness. This was their original plan.
“Why is there such a sudden change?” Jing Feirong asked, “Where is the emperor’s soul? Has it been brought back to the underworld?”
“Baihei Wuchang has brought back the soul, but…” Jing Feiyun frowned. “But that emperor’s body is gone.”
Those who can become kings in the human realm and avoid the tribulations of gods are people with an extremely high destiny. The emperors wear dragon robes, and year after year, their mortal bodies are not like those of ordinary people. Even if the soul leaves the body, the emperor’s aura in the body is still there. If it is taken over by demons, it can at least reduce the number of years of cultivation. Therefore, whenever a king dies, Baihei Wuchang will ensure that the body is buried safely before they can leave.
“Go to the underworld.” Jing Feirong said in a deep voice.
When they arrived at the Underworld Palace, only Bai Wuchang was there. He put away his usual playful and mischievous expression, bowed to the two princes, and said, “Dijun and Daren have gone to the Withered Swamp, and the Eldest Prince is on his way there as well.”
“Sure enough…” Jing Feirong frowned. When he heard that the king’s physical body was missing, he was certain that it was Chi Tuo in the Demon Seal who did it. Now it seems to be true.
Without further ado, Jing Feirong and Jing Feiyun immediately went to the Withered Swamp.
Arriving in the Northern Region, Jing Feirong could hardly believe what he saw. He had just come here for inspection in the morning, and in less than a day, the place had turned upside down. Dark clouds rolled, thick smoke billowed, and flames shot up into the sky. Everywhere, there were dark generals and scattered demons fighting. Only the Withered Swamp covered by the barrier looked the same as before. There were several people standing in the swamp—Chu Yanchuan, Yu Cang, Jing Feize, and Hei Wuchang.
Chu Yanchuan was staring coldly at the seal when his hand was suddenly held. He turned his head and saw Jing Feirong’s profile appear extremely clean in the chaos. His peach blossom eyes looked calm and steady when she looked at him, which actually made him feel relieved for a moment.
“Why didn’t Dijun send a message to tell me?” Jing Feirong said.
“Yu Cang was with the Third Prince when the accident happened. I think the Third Prince will tell you.” Chu Yanchuan answered, and then he said, “Your Highness, maybe there will be a result tonight.”
Jing Feirong nodded and whispered, “Dijun has been waiting for a long time.”
It has only been a month since he learned about his father, but Chu Yanchuan has been waiting for more than seven thousand years.
Everyone looked at the Demon Seal. Chi Tuo, who had only appeared in human form before, now had the body of an emperor. He had completely transformed into a human form and was floating leisurely in the seal. He was wearing a dragon robe, and his eyes were closed.
“Why don’t you take action yet?” Jing Feiyun stood beside Yu Cang. “Father said before that he would strengthen the seal. Now that Chi Tuo has not awakened yet, this is the last chance to strengthen the seal.”
He still doesn’t know that the Heavenly Emperor has already erased his and his fourth sister’s memory of Yu Linyun. Among the people present, only he and Hei Wuchang knew nothing about opening the seal. But Hei Wuchang was absolutely loyal to Yu Cang and would not ask anything.
Yu Cang turned his head to look at Jing Feiyun slightly and said, “Third Prince, you still have official business to deal with tomorrow morning. It’s time to go back to the palace and sleep.”
Jing Feiyun was stunned for a moment, then asked, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
“Don’t want to go back?” Yu Cang asked him.
“How can I go back with peace of mind in this situation?”
“Then Your Highness the Third Prince, just stay here obediently and don’t worry no matter what you see.” Yu Cang calmly said.
Jing Feiyun was startled and suddenly felt something was wrong.
“Your Highness the Fifth Prince, you will need to face Chi Tuo head-on after the seal is opened. Yu Cang, Hei Wuchang, and I will set up a formation to assist you. Your Eldest Highness will be responsible for taking out the souls of the dragon vein and Linyun from the seal.” Chu Yanchuan said calmly, “Chi Tuo’s cultivation is immeasurable, so I still hope that Your Highness will be careful.”
Jing Feirong slowly grasped the trembling hilt of the sword, “Understood.”
Chu Yanchuan paused and stretched out his hand as if to touch the back of Jing Feirong’s neck, but his hand finally stopped in mid-air. He said, “Your Highness, just go for it. If you fail, the fault is mine.”
His eyes lingered on the side of Jing Feirong’s face, but Jing Feirong only focused on the seal and said, “I will not lose.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon Seal vibrated slightly, and a light dust rose up around it. In the seal that was as strong as fire, Chi Tuo suddenly opened his eyes. His blood-red pupils stared at the people standing opposite him.
