Because all five siblings will appear in this chapter, let’s sort out the order of their names again:
The eldest brother, Jing Feize (fell out with the Heavenly Emperor and went to the Immortal Realm to be the governor)
Second sister Jing Feihan (fell out with the Heavenly Emperor and devoted herself to Buddhism)
Third brother, Jing Feiyun (whose memory was sealed by the Heavenly Emperor and who had an affair with the Lord of the Underworld)
Fourth sister, Jing Feiyan (whose memory was sealed by the Heavenly Emperor and who madly pursued her lover in the Mortal Realm)
The younger brother, Jing Feirong (a poor little widower without a wife)——
Four hundred and twenty-six years have passed since the battle of the Demon Seal.
The ancient god Chu Yanchuan died in the Withered Swamp. The proud and willful young deity, the Fifth Prince of the Dragon Clan, also died that night and never returned to heaven.
After the battle, the Heavenly Emperor, who was returning to the palace from the throne of Heaven, was furious. He sent soldiers to escort Jing Feize, Jing Feiyun, Yu Cang, and Baihei Wuchang back to Heaven, but he could not find any trace of Jing Feirong.
“You all opened the Demon Seal without permission and released Chi Tuo. Are you all satisfied with the result now?”
Everyone was speechless. Yu Cang reached out and took off the Lord of the Underworld’s badge from his waist, leaned over and placed it on the ground, bowed to the Heavenly Emperor, and silently turned around and left the palace, followed by Baihei Wuchang. Jing Feiyun glanced at Yu Cang’s back, then looked at the Heavenly Emperor and calmly asked, “Back then, father sacrificed himself to the seal, and you were not satisfied. Now that Dijun is destroying the seal and eliminating the demons, Father, why are you still angry?”
The Heavenly Emperor was stunned for a moment, then his face showed astonishment. A gust of wind suddenly blew outside the main hall door, and the door was violently pushed open. Jing Feiyan stood by the door, panting, her eyes slightly red. Behind her was her second sister, Jing Feihan, who was surrounded by the spirit of Buddha and did not care about worldly matters.
Jing Feiyun and Jing Feiyan only regained their long-sealed memories of Yu Linyun tonight. Jing Feiyun knew that Yu Linyun’s soul had been saved, so his emotions were calmer. Jing Feiyan was extremely angry. If Jing Feihan hadn’t met her at the gate of the Heavenly Palace and persuaded her, Jing Feiyan would have demolished the Lingxiao Palace.
“Where is Jing Feirong?” After a while, the Heavenly Emperor asked in a low voice.
“Fifth brother’s cultivation has been completely wasted. If the Heavenly Emperor hadn’t captured us to waste the time, we should have gone to heal him long ago.” Jing Feize replied.
“Is there something on top of that dragon vein?” The Heavenly Emperor paused for a moment, he knew that the dragon vein had been sealed, but when Jing Feiyun and Jing Feiyan recovered their memories one after another, he realized that everyone was desperately trying to open the seal, there must be another reason.
Jing Feize nodded calmly, “There is.” He changed the subject, “But it has nothing to do with you.”
The Heavenly Emperor’s pupils shrank suddenly—Jing Feize slowly took out a round spirit bead from his sleeve. Inside the spirit bead was half a dragon vein and a wisp of the ancient god’s blue soul. Jing Feiyan stumbled forward and grabbed her brother’s sleeve, staring at the spirit bead with wide eyes. After a while, she burst into tears and cried out “Father” in a low voice.
“It is…” The Heavenly Emperor’s voice was hoarse, and he stepped down from the palace unsteadily. “Linyun…?”
“Yes.” Jing Feihan answered, and then she took the spirit pearl from Jing Feize, looked at the Heavenly Emperor, and said, “The four of us brothers and sisters will take turns guarding our father’s soul until he is resurrected. There is no need for the Heavenly Emperor to intervene.”
The Heavenly Emperor suddenly clenched his fists and was about to speak, but Jing Feize said word by word: “I’m sure Dijun, Feirong, and Father all hope so.”
The four of them left the palace, leaving only the Heavenly Emperor standing alone in the center of the palace. This Lingxiao Palace was magnificent but also frighteningly empty.
Four hundred years was not a rush. Yu Linyun’s soul was protected by the dragon veins and nurtured by gods, Buddhas, immortals, and humans in turn, becoming more stable and abundant day by day. Jing Feirong did not return to heaven. He lost all his cultivation and could not be a general or fight. After a year of recuperation in Zhuling, his hearing gradually recovered. Then he went to the Immortal Realm and lived on Duanyi Mountain with Jing Feize. On weekdays, he practiced sword fighting with the disciples of the Immortal Realm, which was also a way to slowly accumulate cultivation.
Although it was said that he lived on Duanyi Mountain, Jing Feirong often went to Suliang Mountain. He always dozed off under the leafless sacred tree with the holy sword on his back, with frost and snow falling all over his shoulders. He dreamed of Chu Yanchuan more than once, dreaming that Chu Yanchuan stepped out of the sacred tree and touched his head. Although he couldn’t see his face clearly and didn’t say a word, Jing Feirong still felt very satisfied and happy.
So every time he woke up from a dream and looked at the endless snowfield, Jing Feirong always felt hopeless and empty in his heart. He would rather not dream about it to avoid the huge gap between dreams and reality, but he couldn’t help but look forward to dreaming about it because that was the only way for him to see Chu Yanchuan again.
He lived a hard life, relying on his false dreams. He was reluctant to finish the bag of white peach preserves, so he kept putting it there. He didn’t want the lantern to wrinkle and become old, so he carefully protected it using the dragon spirit. He went to Chu Yanchuan’s Yunzi Palace, but there was nothing. Chu Yanchuan was like the wind, always leaving nothing behind. Sometimes Jing Feirong would wonder if Dijun really existed.
But Jing Feirong still remembered that face and everything between them. How could the person he loved be fake?
Someone patted his shoulder gently, and Jing Feirong opened his eyes blankly. It was still the familiar snowfield that he had seen for more than four hundred years. This was the first time someone woke him up.
Jing Feirong turned his head suddenly, and when he saw Jing Feize’s face, the surprise and joy in his eyes instantly faded away, and he said tiredly, “Big brother.”
“Father is awake.” Jing Feize squatted beside him and said softly, “Feirong, father is awake.”
Jing Feirong was stunned for a long time, then he stretched out his hands to hug the tree trunk, rested his forehead on it, closed his eyes, and said with a slight cry in his voice, “Dijun, father is back…”
Duanyi Mountain, passing the long corridor, Jing Feirong walked to the door of the study, pushed the door open, and entered. Jing Feiyan was crying, and Jing Feihan and Jing Feiyun were standing in front of the desk. Jing Feirong was very calm at this moment. He walked over and saw Yu Linyun sitting on the couch—purple clothes and purple eyes, his face was as cold as ice, and at the beginning of his resurrection, he looked a little tired, but his eyes were gentle.
On the way here, Jing Feize told Jing Ferong that their father had lost most of his memory and only vaguely remembered his youngest son, Jing Ferong.
After nearly eight thousand years of separation, Jing Feirong blinked, tears sliding down his cheeks. He walked forward, squatted at Yu Linyun’s feet, looked up at him, and shouted, “Father.”
Yu Linyun lowered his eyes, reached out, and touched his hair without saying anything.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, and Jing Feirong fell on Yu Linyun’s knees. He should have burst into tears to vent his pain, but he just sobbed silently. His father touched his hair, as if he had held him and coaxed him when he was born. Jing Feirong had the illusion of returning to the starting point, it was as peaceful as a dream.
After a long time, Yu Linyun asked him, “Where is Yanchuan?” He was a close friend who had been with him since they were first together. Even if Yu Linyun only had one day’s memory left, he would never forget Chu Yanchuan.
Jing Feirong raised his head, and after a long while, he choked up and said, “He’s gone.”
Your best friend, my love, is gone.
Yu Linyun stared at Jing Feize in a daze. Jing Feize awkwardly said, “Dijun died in a great battle more than four hundred years ago in order to completely eliminate Chi Tuo.”
The mountain breeze blew through the room, and it was silent. Yu Linyun closed his eyelashes silently, and after a long while, he sighed lightly with extreme fatigue.
