vrcanaries Chapter 620 Jiang Chacha wrapped her arms around his waist, and he recalled the time when Jiang Chac
Chapter 620 Jiang Chacha wrapped her arms around his waist, and he recalled the time when Jiang Chac
Chapter 620 Jiang Chacha wrapped her arms around his waist, and he returned to the time when Jiang Chacha was the first seed.
After listening to Nuren's words, Houtu smiled suddenly, with a puzzled look: "In the beginning of chaos, all things in the world were born and nurtured by nature. Why would you choose a tree?"
Nu Ren paused for a moment, then spoke in a gentle, flowing voice: "Throughout the nine provinces and four seas, across the eight wastelands, if we were to say what has the longest lifespan, or what can truly connect with the universe, it would probably be a tree."
"A tree that has no external harm, it breaks through the soil, endures wind and frost, rain and food, grows by eating all things, and can live for a very, very long time, so long that everything around it dies, but it is still alive."
"Such as the Fusang tree, the Ruomu tree, the Jianmu tree, the immortal tree, the Langgan tree, the Migu tree, and so on."
"Since the beginning of chaos, they have been born and nurtured by nature, growing into towering trees, surrounded by countless forests that live and believe in them!"
"Trees...grow very, very slowly, but in the process of growing slowly, they can feel the changing seasons, birth, aging, sickness and death between heaven and earth."
"If possible, Houtu, I hope my leaves are bitter, but preferably with a hint of sweetness, with a lingering sweetness after the bitterness."
"If I could, Houtu, I would like to have no memory of Nüren before I fall in love with anyone. I want to be a completely new tree, a completely new tree with no memories at all."
She wanted to see the world that the winged dragon cub spoke of, the world she and he loved.
She was a sorceress, capable of seeing into the heavens and earth and communicating with the gods, but she could not see into herself.
Because she couldn't understand herself, she was able to let go of her worries. She believed that if Heaven made her do this, there must be a reason for it.
What she needs to do is accept, feel, and experience; falling in love with a dragon is also a novel experience.
Houtu asked again, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
The woman nodded slowly: "I'm sure I want to do this. Thank you."
Houtu replied, "No trouble at all, but I have a request."
The woman looked at her and said, "Speak."
Houtu replied, "I will not stop you from becoming a tree, but the world is too complicated. All living beings have their own desires, and I want to take care of you."
The woman asked, puzzled, "You want to take care of me?"
Houtu nodded and said, "Yes, I want to take care of you. That means I will write you in my Book of Life and Death, so that I can protect you when you are in danger and extend your life."
"You once sacrificed yourself for all living beings. Even as a soul, you still helped countless souls. You had great love and loved all living beings."
"Although I am now the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, I was once one of the common people. If it weren't for your great love, I wouldn't be who I am today."
"So, Nüren, if you want to be a tree, to become one of all living beings, please let me protect you."
Nuren could not refuse Houtu's sincerity. She thanked her, blessed her, and told her, "Okay, thank you, Houtu. You will become the most exalted deity in the world."
"Houtu, remember one thing: after the war between the Lich and the Demon, the Demon race established the Demon Court, and our Lich race suffered a crushing defeat, with many dead and wounded. You transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation and established the Underworld. No matter what, you must insist on being your own system and never become an appendage of any race, not even the Demon Court."
Houtu smiled and replied, "I know, don't worry. I am the Six Paths of Reincarnation. I will never allow any race to overstep my boundaries. Any race that comes here must abide by my rules."
The woman smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'm at ease. Send me to become a tree."
Houtu agreed, but instead of giving her medicine to erase her memories, she personally used her magic to seal them away, sending her to become a tree whose leaves are bitter but have a sweet aftertaste. She found a valley free from natural disasters and human calamities, filled with spiritual energy, and inhabited only by small animals and plants, and planted her in the ground.
She watered her, cleared away all the weeds around her, and created a protective barrier in the valley before leaving.
Chongming appeared after she left, gazing at the familiar valley, and gave a bitter smile.
Looking back, he searched for Jiang Chacha for tens of millions of years, and ended up here by chance in a tear in time and space. He broke the barrier here, settled here, and watered, fertilized, and fed Jiang Chacha, who had already sprouted and grown into a sapling.
Everyone says that Jiang Chacha has a divine destiny and a divine encounter, which is why she transformed from a demon into human form. No, that's not true. Even without him, she would have slowly grown into a towering tree in this valley, developed her own consciousness, and, with the passage of time and the nourishment of spiritual energy, would have transformed into a human.
Chongming looked at Jiang Chacha, who had not yet broken through the soil, lay down on the ground, curled up, and made an embracing gesture, trying to hold Jiang Chacha, who had not yet broken through the soil, in his arms.
Spring comes and autumn goes, day after day, year after year, Chongming lies, sleeps, and keeps him company in this valley.
He himself didn't know how many years had passed. The snow melted, and after a clap of thunder, spring arrived on earth. All things revived, and countless seeds broke through the soil, sprouting their pointed tips.
Tiny tea seedlings also sprouted, tender, delicate, and small, as if they would break with a gust of wind or die from a downpour.
Chongming held his breath, watching the whole process of her breaking through the soil, and his eyes reddened as he watched the wind blow on her tender little leaves.
He gazed at her for a long, long, long time, then reached out with trembling hands to touch her. He had finally waited for her, he had finally waited for her.
As he gazed at the scene, tears welled up in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground—one drop, two drops, countless drops.
Although the tiny tea seedlings, like tender buds, were not directly nourished by his tears, his tears fell into the earth, and their roots absorbed them.
Dragon tears, dragon blood, everything about a dragon is a treasure, the most nutritious fertilizer, and all things in the world love it.
The tiny tea seedlings absorbed the dragon's tears and grew visibly, from just sprouting to being as tall as two index fingers in the blink of an eye.
From a single tender leaf, a main stem grew, branches sprouted, and many more tender leaves appeared, the leaves changing from white-green to light green and dark green.
"Ginger tea..."
Chongming murmured a cry, his tears flowing even more profusely.
A gust of wind blew in, bringing sand and dust.
The sandstorm blurred Chongming's vision, making it difficult for him to see the tender tea seedlings clearly.
He closed his eyes, rubbed them, and when he opened them again, spacetime distorted into a vortex that sucked him in.
He didn't want to leave, so he quickly mobilized his divine power to fight against the vortex of spacetime distortion. However, his dragon power was no match for the power of spacetime distortion, and he was swept into the vortex, far away from the small tea tree seedling.
Chongming struggled within the distorted vortex of time and space, but it was like a mayfly trying to shake a giant tree—he couldn't budge an inch. He let out a pitiful, painful plea, like a trapped beast, "Jiang Chacha, no!"
The last glimmer of light from the spacetime distortion vortex disappeared, tightly enveloping and compressing him, making it impossible for him to break free, and causing his screams to grow fainter and fainter.
Just as he was struggling to breathe and thought he was going to die, a light suddenly shone into his eyes.
He sat up abruptly, but an arm wrapped around his waist. Then, he heard the familiar, concerned voice he had been longing for: "Chongming, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"