The Ancient Realm Goddess
Old Man Mo Jingtian
The sky suddenly became darker. Qing Yue’er looked up and felt a little goosebumps with the change in aura around her. The air is gloomy.
He had already flown for quite a while with Mo Jingtian heading towards the Northwest. However, the man still did not tell anything about their purpose. This made him even more curious.
“To where exactly are we going?” he asked Mo Jingtian.
“It will be soon,” said the man.
Qing Yue’er spurred their speed even faster. The further ahead, the air became more gloomy and heavy. A fog of smoke started to appear and it added to the negative feelings for anyone who came.
He looked down and tried to look down. The area there is black and charred. The trees were dead and blackened, the ground also looked the same. There was no sign of life there.
A while later, Mo Jingtian asked to come down. Qing Yue’er vigilantly complied. The place looked dangerous and he did not want to let his guard down.
After they descended, Qing Yue’er could see a small wooden hut that was still quite good. It was conspicuous in the middle of the dead land that was already charred.
“Jingtian, what is this place?” ask with lirih.
“You don't recognize it?”
That question left Qing Yue’er confused. Should he recognize the place? There was indeed a slight familiar feeling, but after observing the land for a while, he still did not remember it.
“Do not make puzzles with me, Jingtian!” his grunts impatiently.
Mo Jingtian smiled. He grasped both hands of Qing Yue’er and looked at her eyes gently. “Do you remember the childhood story of Son of Heaven?”
Qing Yue’er's knuckle was wrinkled. A moment later, both of his eyes slightly widened. His expression became complicated. “You took me home ...”
The man nodded with a smile that did not fade. Then he looked around, observing the long-dead land.
“Nine hundred thousand years ago, everything was still very green. When exiled by people, I could still hear the sound of birds chirping and smell the scent of spring. However, now there is nothing more here.”
Qing Yue’er finally recalled what happened to Mo Jingtian as a child. The man was exiled and banished in a remote place at the age of seven. Difficulties, loneliness, and pain must be borne at such a young age.
Then Baili Linwu came to kill him by administering a deadly poison. Back then little Mo Jingtian was so hateful and angry. Then his anger brought havoc in the form of lightning that finally succeeded in injuring Baili Linwu but also burned the territory where he lived.
Every time Qing Yue’er recalled that vision, her heart felt pain. The Son of Heaven has been tested since childhood. If he had to go through with it, maybe he would have given up a long time ago.
“Jingtian, you didn't make a mistake. People will reap what they sow.”
Mo Jingtian shook her head. “The driver burned the villages around. How many people died? I have killed them, and I have killed my innocent parents.”
Qing Yue’er looked at Mo Jingtian wistfully. But the man chuckled. “Don't feel sad for me. It was a long time ago.”
“Although it has been a long time, this place will definitely remind you back,” softly. “Why did you bring me here?”
“Ayo ...”
Mo Jingtian clasped his hands towards the back of the small wooden hut. There were two simple carved death memorial stone monuments. The name listed is husband-wife name.
Shen and Bing Lan
Qing Yue’er's feeling thumped at that. He turned his head to look at Mo Jingtian. The man suddenly lowered his legs and knelt down in front of the warning board.
“Dad, Mother, your unfilial son can finally visit you again,” Mo Jingtian said softly.
Qing Yue’er who heard that became shocked. It was the memorial to the death of Mo Jingtian's parents. It was unexpected that the man would bring her to face them.
“She's the girl who's going to be my wife. A good girl who would sacrifice her life for me and people. If you guys are still here would definitely like it,” he said.
Qing Yue’er's feeling became warm hearing the narration. He immediately knelt beside Mo Jingtian and looked at the two memorials solemnly.
“Uncle, Aunt, I'm Qing Yue’er. Even though I was born much later than Mo Jingtian, despite my time and her being only for a short while, I never doubted my heart.”
He raised three fingers then swore, “I'll love him like how you guys do.”
Mo Jingtian smiled seeing that. He shook Qing Yue'er's hand and lowered it.
They stared at each other before finally starting to bow and kowtow in front of the death memorial to pay their respects.
After that, they stood up again. Mo Jingtian looked down at Qing Yue’er's face. His hand moved gently rubbing the girl's head.
“I'm happy to finally get you here.”
Qing Yue’er smiled. “I thought you would never show your parents to me.”
“How could I possibly hide my future wife from them? If not now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance,” shriek Mo Jingtian.
The man was holding Qing Yue’er towards the wooden hut behind them. There was a long bench in front of him and they were sitting there.
Qing Yue’er leaned her head on Mo Jingtian's shoulders. Then the man's hand clasped his shoulder gently.
“Nine hundred thousand years have passed. I did not expect the remnants of this damage to never disappear,” Qing Yue’er said with a complicated feeling.
Those charred and blackened trees remained, the ground also remained that way. Even the smog that enveloped the place remained as if the fire had only occurred last night.
They are not time consuming. It was a terrifying eternal damage. Did the people in the Celestial know of the tragedy?
“I once tried to revive him, build new fields and life. But it doesn't work. This land is really dead. Other people must also be reluctant to stay in a place like this,” Mo Jingtian said.
“How about this hut? Did you build it?”
The man nodded. “Despite being charred and dead, this place remains my hometown.”
Qing Yue’er smiled. His hand linked his finger to Mo Jingtian's hand. “Your father is named Yang Shen. I became curious as to what your real name is.”
Mo Jingtian chuckled a little. “At that time my birth became a hope for them in the midst of the chaos of war. So my father gave me the name Xi, taken from Xiwang, which means hope.”
“Yang Xi.” Qing Yue’er recited the name with sparkling eyes. “It was very precise. Even until now you have been the only hope that can end the problem of Baili Linwu.”
“You make me flattered.”
“But your name is indeed good, Young Master Yang. Ah, no, you're not young anymore.”
The man chuckled. “Before the night. Come back.”
Qing Yue’er nodded. He stood up then stared at the entire place once more before finally taking Mo Jingtian away.
Upon returning from that dead land, Qing Yue’er immediately took out the spiritual fish core he had obtained today. Tonight too he would try to refine it and see if it could break through to level two.
He closed the door and asked Ying Jun to remain on standby. After that, he started his cultivation with focus.
Unbeknownst to them, the massacre had been carried out secretly from residence to residence. Everything was done quickly and without sound.