Chapter 1335: The Divine King’s Blessing
Chapter 1335: Chapter 1335: The Divine King’s Blessing
Within Ten Thousand Immortal Ridge, Green Palm Fortune and Purple Luo joined hands, plundering the Zi Clan’s treasured hoard all the way, obtaining countless natural and earthly treasures.
They just did not know why, from time to time, some treasures would mysteriously disappear, slipping from the two of them, with no one knowing where they went...
Outside Ten Thousand Immortal Ridge, the Zi Clan’s war was already nearing its end.
With Ning Fan’s Gui Xu Zhi, in a single breath he could strip a person of a hundred thousand years of Dao cultivation; the weak simply could not endure for long, and soon their Dao would disperse and they would die.
And with time passing, even Quasi-Saints like Zi Xiao had little cultivation left; their auras withered to the extreme.
Yet Ning Fan had enlightened many Supporters of Fu Li, and even summoned back thousands upon thousands of Ancient Heroic Souls. Every one of these people possessed vast Divine Skills, and their number reached tens of thousands; most were Residual Souls, only a very few had the qualification to manifest clones of Fu Li.
Facing a siege on such a scale, Zi Xiao and the others, already at the end of their tether, had no way to resist, and began to fall one after another, each one besieged to death.
The Mixed Heaven Quasi-Saint died the fastest, shot full of holes by Elder Zi Yi, then dismembered by a crowd of powerhouses.
After him was the War Sky Quasi-Saint: the Fighting Body he took pride in was personally abolished by his teacher, True Monarch Zilong, and then his head was plowed off by True Monarch Zili with a Dao Weapon.
Zi Xiao loved killing in dreams most of all, yet in the end he was personally exterminated within illusion by his great ancestor, Great Dream True Monarch; everything he had cultivated turned into dream bubbles and dispersed.
With every one of Zi Xiao and the others falling, the Fire of All Living Beings would evolve countless ghost shadows, surging forward in a swarm. Each ghost shadow was entangled with its own karmic ties, and would not even spare the corpses, refusing to be satisfied until they had bitten off a few chunks.
The reason was simply that far too many living beings had suffered at the Zi Clan’s hands; if they could not avenge themselves with their own mouths, the crowd of ghosts could not rest in peace.
But once their great hatred was avenged, many ghost shadows would immediately see their wish fulfilled; after bowing to Ning Fan in thanks, they would scatter one after another.
"Many thanks, True Lord, for washing away our injustice!"
"If there is reincarnation, I shall surely tie grass and carry rings in repayment of True Lord’s grace!"
"I have a treasure, which in life I hid in a certain cave abode; True Lord may go and take it for yourself!"
"I have a daughter, quite comely; I beg True Lord to take her as maid or concubine. If she could receive True Lord’s care, the girl might pass this life in peace..."
"Father, your daughter has long died, and your daughter’s beauty is withered willow, a body of fallen, ruined flowers; how could I be worthy of True Lord..."
"What! Daughter! Is it really you? Heaven-damned Zi Clan! What did they do to you! I should have bitten them a few more times!"
"What the hell! Isn’t this my senior brother! How did you get killed by the Zi Clan too? Lol."
"Brother Wang! How come you’re here? Now that you’re dead, who will take care of my lovely wife? You’ve really disappointed me!"
"Disciple, your teacher wronged you! The ’Sunflower Flame Technique’ I passed on to you was actually a fake! The genuine version requires self-castration to cultivate, but your teacher really could not bear to let you follow in my footsteps..."
"Can anyone tell me what the ending of ’Jade Group’ is! Back then I died too suddenly, didn’t live to see the last Chapter before I was harvested and killed by Old Thief He Yuan! I can’t rest in peace!"
"Of course the ending goes like this and that, that and this; five thousand words omitted here..."
"Marvelous! Now I can die with no regrets!"
"Is there any ghost-sister willing to give me a kiss? I’m a Buddha cultivator; I went to my death without ever tasting women..."
"Smooch."
"What a delicious cherry mouth! This humble scholar thanks sister! Actually, I am not a monk, but a former Daoist of the Ximen Aristocratic Family! Just now I lied in jest; I hope sister can forgive me. If there is a next life, I shall certainly marry sister, to continue this fated bond!"
"No need to apologize, I’m not really a sister either. You’ve profited, and I’ve not lost out."
"Fuck me..."
Mm, not all ghosts would immediately find rest once their great hatred was avenged.
Some who still cherished the mortal world were reluctant to depart, and took the opportunity of this place to hold a spontaneous recognition and Dao-discussion assembly.
Yet the joyful atmosphere could not last long; except for those who had manifested clones of Fu Li, the remaining ones would all dissipate into heaven and earth once their strength was exhausted.
Those ghosts who were attached to the mortal world eventually scattered one after another.
Clearly they were a group of solitary, unknown wandering souls, yet they still made some of the onlookers feel a vague sorrow.
Especially those Purple Astral Immortal Cultivators who had died and come back to life; seeing the suffering of all beings, most could not remain completely unmoved.
The heaps of white bones that paved the road of the Zi Clan’s revival had each once possessed a brilliant life of their own, yet in the end were persecuted and reduced to such a fate...
Perhaps it was just a single thought gone astray, or perhaps they had never done anything wrong at all... even so, disaster might still fall from the sky, killing them outright.
Such things are exceedingly common in the cultivation world; everything that happened to the Zi Clan is merely a microcosm of the cultivation world...
The way of the world has always been like this—but because it has always been thus, does that make it right?
The weak should not wither away without any dignity.
No one, no living being, should die without dignity!
"We have been reborn by luck; we should treasure this life, and fully assist Dream Venerable’s ideal—we must not squander our years!" The many Supporters of Fu Li secretly swore, determined to help Ning Fan bring the world to heel.
Someone even took the initiative to ask Ning Fan about his ideal, and the answer they received was Ning Fan pointing first to the heavens, then to the earth, and finally toward Luo You.
Ning Fan did not wish to lie with empty words; his ideal was destined to disappoint these senior Purple Astral Immortal Cultivators, so he hinted at it with his actions.
Heaven as wife, earth as concubine, all living beings as Cauldron Furnaces, Yin Yang Grand Dao, dual cultivation of union—this was his content-with-small-fortune ideal.
Unfortunately, realizing this ideal would not be easy.
Because the one he loves is feared and resented by all the Saints and rebels; looking throughout reincarnation, she could hardly obtain a single good outcome. Thus, for the sake of protecting his dear ones, he has no choice but to cleanse the dusty world, and in that process he might well turn the world upside down—or perhaps... the world, because of his actions, will return to the right path and once more display the atmosphere of the Zi Dou Immortal Domain.
But regardless, those are ultimately not his ideals; he is not that great a man.
"True Lord pointed to the sky, then to the earth, and finally to a person... Could it be he was hinting that all beings under heaven and on earth are what True Lord wishes to protect!" Some Purple Astral Immortal Cultivators were deeply moved.
Among them, there were those who only wished to restore the glory of the Zi Dou Immortal Domain, yet Ning Fan’s ideal encompassed everything under heaven and earth; the breadth of his vision was truly admirable.
"We shall spare no effort to safeguard True Lord’s ideal!" everyone said solemnly.
"Seniors have probably misunderstood something. Forget it, as long as it makes you happy..." Ning Fan did not explain further.
At this moment, he was standing guard beside Luo You, watching the last battlefield in this place.
Led by the Luo Clan, the heroic souls were bringing countless souls of various races to besiege a single man, Hidden South Mountain.
Why is there no more Sikong Realm?
Because the Sikong Realm has already kicked the bucket.
What Ning Fan cared about was not the fall of the Sikong Realm; the death of some mere passersby really wasn’t worth mentioning.
What he truly cared about was the person who had taken down the Sikong Realm.
Borrowing the Stone Soldier Remnant Formation, the Sikong Realm had once summoned the Saint Mountain and Sea Shadow of Venerable Deer to assist in battle.
After this formation was seized by Luoshu Jun, Luoshu Jun likewise relied on the power of the Formation to summon someone to fight, yet what he summoned was the shadow of the Luo Clan’s guardian Fiendgods.
[god of Luo River]!
This god of Luo River was no stranger at all, it was actually Luo You’s father... Luo Ming!
This Luo Ming had actually returned to the stage in a way Ning Fan had never anticipated, for a limited time only!
It wasn’t resurrection, but a projection in the form of a Mountain and Sea Shadow, summoned forth as an ancient divine guardian!
Yet this causality didn’t quite make sense...
Luo Ming should be a certain Clan Leader born in the later generations of the Luo Clan, so why was he at the same time the guardian Fiendgods whom even the Luo Clan’s progenitors regarded as a Senior...
This was Ning Fan’s doubt, but in a flash, Ning Fan thought of a certain possibility and no longer felt puzzled.
The others, however, could not so easily understand the situation.
Luo You didn’t understand, Flame Spirit Saint Mother didn’t understand, any Luo Clan Master who knew Luo Ming felt baffled.
Even Hidden South Mountain did not understand why the weak Immortal King whom he could casually kill with a flip of his hand in the past, had now become someone he could not defeat even when going all out.
"Impossible! This is impossible! That mere brat Luo Ming, how could he possibly become this powerful! You are an Immortal Cultivator of later generations, so why would you descend as an ancient divine guardian in the form of a clone! This causality makes no sense at all!" Hidden South Mountain roared as he spat blood, being smashed backward by Luo Ming’s blows.
"What later generations Immortal Cultivator? Utter nonsense! Elder Luo is an Ancient Great Power, who by chance became the guardian divine being of my Ancient God Bloodline, and has saved me from dire straits multiple times. Because of Senior’s aid, I managed to swear the Luo Oath and establish the Luo Clan. I just don’t know why, after the Luo Clan was established, Senior hid his merits and fame, vanished from sight, never again responding to my summons—yet now, by chance once more, I’ve managed to summon him. The affairs of the world truly are hard to predict..." Luoshu Jun said.
"Impossible! When Luo Ming was born, the Luo Clan widely invited guests to celebrate; this old man was among those invited! That boy is someone this old man watched grow up. How could he be older than me, let alone be an Ancient Great Power of the same era as you, Luoshu Jun!" Hidden South Mountain would sooner die than believe it.
"Correction, not the same era—Elder Luo is my benefactor whom I regard as a teacher!" Luoshu Jun said.
"Bullshit! He’s your descendant! A descendant after countless generations! More distant than your grandson’s grandson!" Hidden South Mountain insisted stubbornly.
"Presumptuous! How dare you insult my benefactor!" Luoshu Jun flew into a rage, coordinating with Luo Ming to launch an even fiercer offensive against Hidden South Mountain.
But Luo Ming at this moment did not need any help. He was terrifyingly strong; destroying the Sikong Realm earlier had been as casual as drinking a mouthful of cold water.
"The reason you all cannot understand any of this now is simply because the worlds we belong to have been different right from the beginning."
Luo Ming spoke with hidden meaning in his words, giving no explanation of the underlying causality.
The story was too long, the causality within it far too complex, and the time he had in this descent through the Mountain and Sea Shadow was quite limited.
He had no time to waste words on a mere Hidden South Mountain.
He was Luo Ming, and also not Luo Ming; as for the exact nature of it, it was not something a little figure like Hidden South Mountain could comprehend.
The only one present who could approximately understand was probably Ning Fan.
This was the subtlety of Materialization, close to Dao itself, something words could not explain, something the uninitiated could not understand.
Luo Ming could be anyone, and could also be no one.
But at this moment, he only wished to be Luo Ming.
"Dad, is it really you... Have you also been resurrected by Ning Fan? But then why is Ancestor calling you god of Luo River..." Luo You could not make sense of any of this, but still, having seen her father again, she was too excited and moved not to cry.
"You’er, my ’return’ this time is to hand something over to you... we’ll speak of that later; I’ll deal with this junior first."
Luo Ming’s tone at this moment was old and seasoned, not placing Hidden South Mountain, this Quasi-Saint, in his eyes at all, actually calling him "junior."
He almost made Hidden South Mountain explode from rage!
Hidden South Mountain’s mindset had long since collapsed, bordering on insanity. Suddenly being "humiliated" by a so-called junior ignited his ferocity; with a swift hand seal, he hurled the Thunder Sorrow Pearl, Water Reversal Bead, and Hidden Spirit Pearl with all his remaining power—this was practically the last of his strength...
Seeing this, Luo Ming directly used the Heavenly Emperor’s Black Star Technique, taking starlight as a shield to easily block the onslaught of the three Treasure Beads.
He then countered with a series of Mourning Black Moon Marks, and the three Treasure Beads instantly dimmed, no longer heeding Hidden South Mountain’s commands.
After that, Luo Ming tore open a crack in reincarnation and threw the three Treasure Beads into the chaotic reincarnation currents, seemingly not wanting anyone to ever find these three pillars again. His cautious demeanor even suggested he held a faint hint of dread toward these three beads.
"How is that possible! Why do you know the Heavenly Emperor’s Skill!"
"The Grievance Technique: Life Imprisonment was clearly destroyed by us, so how can you still use it!"
"My Treasure Beads! Give me back my Beads! I’ll kill you!"
"You are not Luo Ming! Who are you really! Who!"
Luo Ming did not respond to Hidden South Mountain, but instead looked toward Ning Fan.
"Boy, watch carefully. Though it’s a strain, this body should be able to withstand a portion of the power of Oblique Moon Three Stars. How much you can comprehend next will depend on your ability... There is nothing left worth hiding. My era is destined to come to an end; in the new era, there is no vessel that can bear the gods of old. You’er, I’ll leave her to you... Take good care of her, and also of ’them’..."
"This is the final profundity of Oblique Moon Three Stars—Fish Beginning Moon End."
A stream of moonlight flowed forth, as if a long reincarnation condensed into an instant, as if the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas were gathered into a single palm.
The moonlight filling the sky suddenly boiled over; at first like fine scattered silver scales, and in the blink of an eye transforming into tens of thousands of swimming fish, gliding along invisible trajectories across the battlefield. On each fish’s body flowed the patterns of reincarnation, and wherever they passed, time seemed to be stretched and warped.
The ancient trees nearby sprouted, blossomed, bore fruit and withered in a heartbeat.
The stones underfoot weathered and peeled away, revealing fossils buried deep underground.
This power was silent and soundless, yet made everyone present feel a deep sense of awe; even Ning Fan furrowed his brows, pinching a hand seal as he tried to capture a trace of that Dao rhythm, only to grasp nothing but a piece of illusory moonlight.
Exactly as the verse says: True Lord mysterious and dim, circling the eight edges of the world; swift as flowing quicksilver, dispelling all your bitter toil. From moon to fish, ten thousand currents set in motion; ten thousand currents ruined and altered, yet the True Lord lasts forever.
No one understood what kind of Divine Skills Luo Ming was displaying at this moment; even Ning Fan could not so much as step through the door.
And then...
They saw Hidden South Mountain, his expression frozen in terror, his entire body weathering into stone, his life fixed from that moment on, becoming an immortal stone statue.
"Clan Leader mighty!"
"Clan Leader victorious for ten thousand generations!"
"In that case, our great vendetta can finally be said to have been avenged!"
The Luo Clan Immortal Cultivators all burst into cheers.
Luo Ming waved his hand, gave a slight response, then spoke to Ning Fan.
"Carry this stone statue by your side and study it at all times; you may gain something from it... Thus, this risky return of mine will not have been in vain..."
It sounded as if he had made this special appearance solely to demonstrate this Divine Skill to Ning Fan.
The moment those words left his mouth, Luo Ming’s body immediately began to fragment into shadows and dissipate, as if that earlier strike had consumed too vast a power, making it impossible to continue maintaining this Mountain and Sea Shadow body.
"Senior, did you return this time only to display your Divine Skills and Spells to me? You must have more important things to do, no? To leave at this moment is a bit too soon." Seeing that Luo Ming could no longer maintain the Mountain and Sea Shadow, Ning Fan hurried over, pressed a palm against the other’s back, and continuously channeled Divine Power into him, sustaining his Mountain and Sea Shadow from dispersing.
"You’ll likely have a great battle later; don’t waste your Divine Power..." Luo Ming declined.
"This isn’t a waste, it’s You’er’s wish. She wants you to stay a little longer, and Senior Yan Ling no doubt also has words she wishes to speak to you. The journey is long, and there is no set date of return; some things, if not said now, may never find another chance. This junior’s Divine Power is shallow and cannot sustain Senior’s Mountain and Sea Shadow for long. If you have words in your heart, Senior, you must say them quickly." Ning Fan replied.
"You’er... Yan Ling..."
Luo Ming fell silent for a moment and looked toward Luo You, who had hurried to his side, and toward the Flame Spirit Saint Mother.
Luo You likewise had a thousand things she wanted to say to her father, but hearing that his time was short, she instead pushed her master, the Flame Spirit Saint Mother, forward.
Time was limited; better to let them speak a few more words.
"Luo Ming..." The Flame Spirit Saint Mother found herself at a loss for words. Even if they met again, they should not recognize each other; dust filled her face, and her temples were like frost.
Her youth was long gone, while the Luo Ming before her still bore the handsome, spirited appearance of former days.
This made her feel somewhat ashamed and unworthy.
"We meet again, Yan Ling... To see an old friend from those days still as radiant as ever—I am content..." Luo Ming seemed to see through Yan Ling’s unease at a glance; what came out of his mouth was already full-level sweet talk.
"Just an ’old friend’..." Yan Ling composed herself somewhat, yet was pained again by the way he addressed her.
Luo Ming: "I’m sorry, I..."
Yan Ling: "It no longer matters... To be able to see you like this one more time, I’m already content... I just don’t know whether you and I will have another day of meeting in the future... Whether you can still be summoned forth like this, as the god of Luo River, by the people of the world..."
If only that were possible, how wonderful it would be.
Luo Ming: "I’m afraid I must disappoint you. This is probably the last time I will respond to the summons of the Mountain and Sea Shadow. My true body has already reached the Mo Domain; the mountains and waters are long, and it will be hard to ever turn back to the mortal world..."
Yan Ling: "Is that so... I really wish I could set out on the journey with you, though I don’t truly understand where you now are."
Luo Ming: "..."
Luo Ming said no more. He did not know what he ought to say.
He had too many secrets with no one to confide in; only that which is Unspeakable can belong to The Unknown.
But if it was Yan Ling... perhaps he could share a few of those stories.
So, for the first time, he reached out and took Yan Ling’s hand.
This made Yan Ling’s heart tremble. She had never imagined such progress; for a moment, her face flushed.
Luo Ming: "Don’t misunderstand. I only wish to tell you some things that should have been told to you..."
Yan Ling: "..." So, as expected, she had misunderstood.
But... what did he mean by "things that should have been told to me"?
Yan Ling was puzzled, yet at the moment her fingers intertwined with Luo Ming’s, countless fragments of reincarnation surged into her mind out of nowhere, only to be forgotten in the next instant.
In those fragments, all the identities Luo Ming held in this life were false; he had never married, and his daughter Luo You had likewise been created by a special Secret Technique.
The Magic used to create his daughters was called... [Fish Beginning Moon End].
She saw many fragments.
She also, for the first time, heard Luo Ming’s inner voice without any concealment—so confused, yet so real.
[The Dao of Heaven begins with the moon and ends with the fish. I am the rationality of Divine King Niyue, belonging to ’the selfless Divine King’. Yan Ling, however... belongs to the part of ’Niyue who has feelings’, and is also what Divine King Niyue first cut away... for a Divine King cannot harbor feelings.]
[Fish and moon must never meet... Yet why do I feel reluctant to part... With You’er, with Yan Ling, I seem still to have attachment, and thus risked returning... This is unwise. But it matters not. When everyone believes I am on the fifth layer or even the tenth layer, no one will think that this time I am only on the first layer.]
[All living beings suffer; the fire fish suffer most of all... They are the deep feelings of Divine King Niyue made manifest, wishing to bear all the suffering of the world, and thus they became a sea—this is the Sea of Bitterness...]
[I am not a fire fish; I should not have feelings. If I have feelings, am I still Luo Ming...]
[If I have no feelings, then what is this emotion I have for Yan Ling? Is it feeling, is it love, or is it longing... or is it a mourning for the me of old who once had feelings...]
[In the end, I must fight for all living beings, but in this moment, I only wish to cast everything aside... A Divine King contends for a thousand years yet lives only for the span of morning and evening. Let it be just this morning and evening—there will be no next time...]
His inner voice ended there.
For Luo Ming’s Mountain and Sea Shadow could no longer be forcibly maintained and finally reached the point of dispersal.
He had to return to the Mo Domain at once, or the price would be more than he could bear.
Seeing this, Yan Ling said nothing more. Instead, for the first time, she gathered her courage and tightly embraced Luo Ming.
"I will protect You’er well, even if it costs me everything. You may leave without worry..." she promised.
"Thank you..." Those were Luo Ming’s last words, and also his final farewell to Yan Ling. At the very last moment, he stuffed a letter into Ning Fan’s hand, then looked, unwilling to part, at Luo You. He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but no longer had time to say anything at all.
In that instant, his gaze was unlike that of a Divine King, unlike that of a Heavenly Emperor; instead, he looked very much like the Chongming Phoenix Emperor whom Ning Fan had met in the past... At this moment, he was more like a father.
"Father... I’ll always be here waiting for you... Please come home early..." Luo You’s eyes were filled with sorrow, until Ning Fan came over and held her hand tightly.
Ning Fan did not accompany Luo You in indulging her grief, because he had already looked ahead and seen the contents of the letter Luo Ming had given him, and his expression had turned somewhat strange.
He truly could not see through this old man’s real intentions.
Just when you think Luo Ming will be saddened by parting, he tells you that he is ten thousand times more unreliable than you imagined...
His actions are utterly impossible to predict.
Ning Fan: "You’er..."
Luo You: "Sorry, I don’t really feel like talking right now..."
Ning Fan: "Then let’s just stand here quietly and watch the lights of ten thousand homes... It’s beautiful, isn’t it."
Luo You: "You call this sea of fire that’s burning heaven and earth the lights of ten thousand homes? Fine, it’s true it’s burning more than ten thousand homes, and it really is beautiful. There will never be a moment more beautiful than this..." Luo You closed her eyes, silently praying, silently seeing off the Luo Clan’s dead souls one by one.
Now that the great revenge was taken, even the heroic souls of the Luo Clan Immortal Cultivators began to gradually disperse.
Those who can transform into Fu Li2 can remain in this world, but those are only a few.
The vast majority of souls will return to heaven and earth, unable to endure for long.
And after this, most heroic souls’ obsessions have faded; even if one wishes to summon them by the same method in the future, they may not respond any longer.
Even so, everyone has already burned themselves out once with all their strength; they should be able to rest in peace now...
The enemies are all dead, their wishes fulfilled.
There will be no more regrets...
"Thank you..." Luo You said to Ning Fan.
Ning Fan: "Just a verbal thank you... hmm? You don’t plan on paying back what you owe me..."
Luo You: "I’ll properly thank you for today’s matter! Mm, with actions!"
Ning Fan: "I wasn’t talking about today’s karma."
Luo You: "Then what were you talking about..."
Ning Fan: "Do I really have to spell it out that clearly? Someone, back when I was unconscious and muddle‑headed, actually did that to me..."
Luo You: "Don’t talk nonsense! For us Yin-Yang Variant Cultivators, what do you mean ’taking advantage of someone’! At worst... elder sister will pay you back once afterward, and let you take advantage just once! But before that, allow elder sister to observe mourning for Father and the clan for three hundred... no, five hundred years!"
"Heh, look at this, this is for you." Ning Fan took out a letter.
Luo You opened the letter curiously.
After reading it, Luo You felt completely done for.
Written on it in bold was: "In this world there is a Dream Venerable but no Crown Prince, which harms the foundation of the nation. You must not keep mourning; do not waste heaven’s time... The Dream Venerable’s offspring are difficult to come by, you must strive for it!"
Strive my ass!
What kind of father is this!
What kind of father and daughter, at the moment of parting, don’t even have time to say a few proper words, yet still have time to write a letter urging his daughter not to observe mourning and to hurry up and have children!
It’s absurd!
Are you really my biological father!
I must have been adopted by you, right!
Luo You: "My dad’s got dementia, right? What he says doesn’t count!"
Ning Fan laughed: "Then do what they say... count?"
Ning Fan actually pulled out a second letter.
Turns out Luo Ming’s first letter was only a disguise; within it, using the Reincarnation Technique, he had hidden a second letter.
The second letter that Ning Fan produced now was what Luo Ming had truly wanted to give Luo You upon returning from his perilous journey.
All that talk about returning specially just to teach Ning Fan the profundities of Fish Beginning Moon End—Ning Fan would never believe that even if he were beaten to death.
As the very epitome of The Unknown, if Divine King Niyue’s thoughts could really be guessed so easily, he would have died ages ago and would never have had the chance to embark on such a long journey.
Who the hell knows what’s going on in that old man’s head.
Or perhaps... even a selfless Divine King has some softness deep in his heart.
This second letter was filled with words of blessing, including blessings from the Luo Clan’s dead for Luo You, and also some blessings mixed in from who knows whom.
"Sister You, just accept True Lord already!"
"May Goddess‑sama go eight rounds in a night!"
"Blessings that Aunt Luo You and Brother True Lord grow old together!" (What the hell, why is there some junior shouting across generations!)
"Blessings that Grandma Luo You and Brother True Lord soon bear sons and daughters!" (This is on purpose, right! Calling me by proper seniority, but calling him ’Brother’ every single time!)
"Blessings that Sister You is forever happy!"
"Blessings that Aunt You is safe and smooth in all things!"
"Blessings that little sister enjoys good dreams, your elder sisters will..."
"You must cherish your own life, okay~ Love, Si Xuan~"
"May the Grand Dao of the nine days ever accompany you..."
"Blessings that You’er’s whole life be [flawless], forever [joyful]..."
The last line was left by Luo Ming.
This was what he truly wanted to say, and also the blessing he had deliberately returned to bestow on his daughter once more...
This time he was setting out on a distant journey with little hope of return, so he had to add this final blessing, fearing that the Blessing Power from the past might not be heavy enough.
"Thank you, thank you..." Luo You closed her eyes, unable to stop the tears from flowing.
Scenes of bygone days surfaced in her mind, and some memories from who knows where quietly slipped in, then quietly dispersed.
Farewell, my clansmen.
Farewell, Father...
I will live well.
In this long night, I will keep watch over the world in your stead, witness each moonrise and moonset for you...
Until the day you return safely.