The Ancient Realm Goddess
Qing Yue'er's Dream
Qing Yue’er frowned when she saw the unfamiliar scene in front of her. It was like a holy place in the sky. The long staircase built from the white clouds was right under his feet.
He looked up while holding his breath. The stairs in front of him were completely endless. It's like a ladder to heaven.
How did he get here? Could it be that he was dead and his soul ended here?
Confusedly and warily Qing Yue’er walked up the stairs. He tried to fly, but it didn't work. There was a certain power that seemed to hold him.
He finally climbed the stairs slowly. Along the way, there was not a single life he could see. No one else, no other creature. There was not even the slightest wind that he could feel.
“This must be truly death,” Qing Yue’er muttered softly. His feelings become sad. All his plans, all his dreams, may never come true.
The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from behind. She's looking. Both of his eyes instantly widened when he saw Mo Jingtian. Smile expands. He immediately called, “Mo Jingtian!”
However, the man ignored him. He didn't even look at her. Qing Yue’er became astonished. “Jingtian, where is this?”
The man just walked past him. Really don't care about it. Did Mo Jingtian not hear it? Why did the man ignore him?
Qing Yue’er became confused. He immediately chased the man. His hand moved reaching Mo Jingtian's hand. However, it didn't work. He can't touch her at all.
His face turned pale. What the hell is going on?
“Mo Jingtian!” He chased after the man with an erratic feeling. Various guesses entered his brain. However, not a single good thing in his conjecture.
Qing Yue’er continued to climb the stairs following Mo Jingtian until arriving at the top. There were no large buildings, palaces, or anything like that, but only an altar dominated by white.
The altar is not so broad. In the center there is a white statue of a human. However, his face was not clearly visible, as if there was a special power protecting him. When he saw the statue, Qing Yue’er could not bear to bow respectfully.
In front of the statue there is a board like a stone table that is not too high. On top of it was a white box that was tightly sealed. There are gold carvings that look so beautiful on each side.
Mo Jingtian picked up the box and looked hesitant. Qing Yue’er did not know what the man was thinking, but her face looked full of burden. What is that box?
Suddenly a voice that sounded as gentle as the wind was clenching his ears, “My son, you've done well.”
Qing Yue’er gasped at the sound of that voice. It was not like the voice of a man or a woman. It was just like a mysterious gentle whisper. He's getting confused. Who called Mo Jingtian his son?
Possibly ….
Both of his eyes were straight out. Could this be a special altar to talk to heaven and sky? Mo Jingtian and his soul were their sons!
At that moment, Mo Jingtian suddenly fell to his knees. There were complaints and also complaints within the look of his eyes. The man said, “I don't want to be anyone's son. Can you let me go?”
Qing Yue’er's heart trembled looking at him. She immediately approached Mo Jingtian then joined her knees by his side. He looked at the man with sadness. “What are you doing? Why do you have to beg like this?”
Again, the man did not hear it. His heart became sick. He wanted to hug her, but it couldn't be done. He could only see her complaining alone.
Then, the mysterious voice earlier re-sounded, “You can't say that. A girl has come and is present for you. You just have to inaugurate it.”
Qing Yue’er frowned in confusion. The girls? Who was the girl who had already attended to Mo Jingtian?
The man suddenly shouted, “Stop controlling my life! Really, I really .. I beg you. Do you want a little bit of mercy?”
Both hands Qing Yue’er clenched firmly. Then he touched and held Mo Jingtian's hand despite not being able to actually do it. His heart again felt pain seeing the man so angry and frustrated.
“Your destiny will not be changed. You are different from anyone ...” The mysterious voice sounded increasingly faint and increasingly faint until it finally disappeared.
“Mo Jingtian, what is this? I don't understand why everything about you is so hard to understand,” he murmured softly.
Then, Mo Jingtian got up. The man took the white box that had been saved. He hesitated when he opened it.
Qing Yue’er felt uneasy about the contents. What might the heavens give Mo Jingtian? Could it be a certain treasure?
He tried to peek, but suddenly an extremely powerful suction force seemed to attract his soul. His consciousness was pulled away from there. His head was dizzy and his vision became blurred. He immediately shouted, “Mo Jingtiaaannn!”
Qing Yue’er's body jerked. He opened his eyes and sat down quickly. His breathing was up and down irregularly. Sweat had washed his forehead and back.
“Yue’er, you're finally awake!”
Qing Yue’er looked at her grandfather who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a springy face. The old man immediately hugged her tightly. “I miss you so much, Son.”
“Kakek ...” Qing Yue’er hugged the old man gently. He was a little surprised as he had already returned to the Celestial. How did he get back?
His mind immediately turned to Mo Jingtian. Did the man drive her? Where is he? What about the previous dream? Was it just a dream? Is that guy okay?
“You screamed calling the name of Lord God. Do you want to meet him?”
Qing Yue’er was a little surprised. It seemed like her grandfather already knew Mo Jingtian's identity. With hesitation he asked, “Dia .. is here? Is she okay?”
Xie Song nodded. “He brought you back. For the past few days he has been shutting himself in the tower. I see his strength is very weak.”
Qing Yue’er frowned. Mo Jingtian did not go anywhere, the man was in Tianjun palace. So, what exactly happened? Why did he dream that?
Already several times he had dreamed of the things that the Son of Heaven had experienced. That means that previous dreams have happened. Perhaps Mo Jingtian had indeed come to that white altar once.
She became curious, what box did the sky give Mo Jingtian? And the girl that was presented to him, was it him, Qing Yue’er? Then what does ‘ mean to inaugurate it?’
Qing Yue’er fell silent and tried to digest all of it. There wasn't much she could deduce, but she definitely had to ask Mo Jingtian that.
“Why are you daydreaming? Do you still feel pain?” Xie Song asked worriedly. She checked her grandson from top to bottom and then checked his pulse as well.
“Grandfather, I'm fine. I just ... I don't understand how I got here. Did someone come with Mo Jingtian?”
Xie Song shook his head. “When he brought you home, he was alone.”
Qing Yue’er nodded slowly. His hand held his chest which felt fine. There was no pain at all, not even a trace of the slightest wound. His feelings became surprised.
“How long have I fainted? Why do I feel so healthy?”
“It's been five days you've been unconscious. Shouldn't you be happy? That means your injuries are not so serious that you feel very healthy,” Xie Song said casually. “Good. I'll tell your mother you're awake. I'll also tell Lord Dewa.”
“No, Grandpa. I'll go see the guy later.”
Xie Song simply nodded. After that he left.
Qing Yue’er was still holding her chest with a confused feeling. The wound that penetrated from his back to his chest was clearly very serious. He even thought his life would end.
How can the wound just disappear in a few days? No. gabe. His grandfather did not even know how serious the wound was. It meant that his wound had already healed when Mo Jingtian brought him back.
This made him wonder. What kind of miraculous medicine had Mo Jingtian given him?