Chapter 1679: Infernal Fireworks

A hearty breakfast was very warm and cozy, with no one to disturb them.

Ye Chen's cooking skills were still quite good; Chu Ling ate with great enjoyment, and he watched with a smile. This was the ordinary life he longed for.

Unfortunately, in these chaotic times, people were not masters of their own fate. The missions on their shoulders made such simplicity a luxury, filled with too many regrets.

Having seen so much blood and bone, he was exhausted and weary. The world's turmoils had blurred his original intentions and obscured that initial sense of ordinariness.

"I've finished eating," Chu Ling said, as he was lost in thought. She set down her bowl and chopsticks, stretching lazily. "Having a meal like this is wonderful."

"How about we go out for a walk?" Ye Chen said with a smile, looking at Chu Ling.

"Let's go," Chu Ling replied with a gentle smile, then stood up and took the initiative to reach out her hand. His hand was very warm.

The two of them wandered through the bustling streets and eventually left Gui Cheng.

They first went to Jie Ming Shan, but they couldn't meet Di Huang.

Ye Chen had come to terms with it; if Di Huang didn't want to see him, he must have his own plans. They would meet when the time was right, and waiting wasn't a problem.

Leaving Jie Ming Shan, the two of them traveled through the skies, aimlessly.

The Ming Realm had many landscapes, and Gui Cheng was just the tip of the iceberg.

The atmosphere of the underworld was oppressive, yet it had a unique charm that the mortal world couldn't imitate. Staying there for a long time, one gradually got used to it.

"What was our hometown like in our past lives?" Chu Ling asked.

"It was a vast and beautiful land, with mountains, rivers, and forests," Ye Chen replied.

They were like a divine couple, chatting and laughing along the way, turning stories of a place called Da Chu into distant, tender conversations.

They were also like tourists, traveling through the dust, hand in hand.

They crossed one ghost mountain after another, walked across vast plains, paused by rolling rivers, and gazed out over the shores of Xiu Luo Sea.

Their footprints were left in many places; the Ming Realm was vast and boundless, so they just went wherever, with no direction, simply enjoying the underworld.

This journey lasted half a month, and when they returned, it was already night.

The two of them were in a romantic mood; he carried her through the streets, sometimes running wildly and spinning in circles on the spot.

People all over the street watched with their mouths agape, their expressions full of amusement.

We know you're together, but do you have to show it off every day?

What, do you want to torment all us single ghosts to death?

Ye Chen ignored them completely. I'm carrying my wife— what's it to you? If you have a wife, go ahead and carry her; no one's stopping you.

"Is it soft?" Just as Ye Chen was feeling smug, Chu Ling whispered softly in his ear, her cheeks flushing with a hint of red.

Ye Chen grinned. Those two mounds were quite firm— how could they not be soft? Her words made his heart tingle with a sweet itch.

Chu Ling giggled, her laughter clear and ringing through the street.

Back at the small garden, the two of them soared up and settled on the rooftop.

Gazing up at the hazy sky, it was dim and murky, the yin fog un dispersable, so they couldn't see the stars or the constellations.

"Do you want to see fireworks?" Ye Chen asked with a sideways smile.

"Fireworks?" Chu Ling looked up, her expression a bit surprised.

Ye Chen smiled and gently rubbed his fingers together.

Immediately, a burst of fireworks shot into the sky, blooming proudly in the vast expanse, like vibrant flowers in full bloom or colorful butterflies dancing.

In the dark Ming Realm, the fireworks were exceptionally brilliant.

Chu Ling tilted her face upward, her eyes misty and entranced.

She couldn't help but reach out with her jade-like hand toward the sky; the dazzling fireworks seemed distant, yet almost within reach.

In that moment, the young woman's heart blossomed like the fireworks, scattering across the sky. She was seeing such wonderful blooms for the first time.

The scene was dreamlike and illusory, making everyone in Gui Cheng look up, especially the women, their beautiful eyes growing hazy.

Those fireworks in the sky were so much like a person's life.

They seemed brilliant, yet fleeting, with a rapid rise to glory and a dim fall, leaving no trace in the world.

"How romantic," many old Ming Jiang said, clutching their hands as if they could see Ye Chen and Chu Ling on the rooftop from afar.

"I told you, the ancient Ming Jiang have so many tricks up their sleeves."

"Just look at that Sheng Ti guy; his flirting skills are truly impressive."

"Setting off fireworks in the Yin Cao Di Fu— it feels a bit strange."

"Isn't it beautiful?" Ye Chen said with a warm smile on the rooftop.

Chu Ling smiled radiantly, resting her stunning face on Ye Chen's shoulder, absentmindedly pointing at the sky with her fingers.

The earlier tension had vanished completely. This was her first time seeing fireworks, and they were blooming for her, etched permanently in her memory.

Suddenly, a beam of immortal light appeared, streaking through the vast void.

That immortal light came from Jie Ming Shan, sent by Di Huang, and it entered Chu Ling's forehead, lifting the seal on her memories.

Chu Ling's body trembled, and her ancient memories returned.

She was Chu Ling, the peak master of Yu Nu Peak and Ye Chen's master. She had an older sister named Chu Xuan, and both of them loved Ye Chen.

Everything came back— the past events of their homeland, the joys and sorrows of Da Chu, all etched into eternal memories.

She was still alive, living in the Ming Realm, spending three hundred years in the Yin Cao Di Fu, guided by the emperor and even serving as the deity of Nai He Bridge.

All sorts of memories intertwined into vivid scenes— joy, sorrow, tragedy, and pain— encompassing the myriad realms of the heavens and their homeland of Da Chu.

"Do you still want to watch?" Ye Chen smiled, seemingly unaware of her change, still waving his hand to add more fireworks.

Chu Ling turned her head, staring blankly at Ye Chen's profile. That face, worn and haggard, was already imprinted on her soul.

In an instant, her eyes brimmed with tears. Her hands trembled as she cupped Ye Chen's face, her vision blurred by tears.

She couldn't believe that her Ye Chen was sitting right beside her.

It was like a dream, even more illusory than the fireworks.

Before waking from the dream, she had lain in his arms, whispering the last words of the mortal world, promising to continue their love in the next life.

After waking, she was nestled against him, still the same Ye Chen, setting off fireworks for her and smiling with warmth.

"Ling Er?" Ye Chen said, startled, tentatively calling her name. Her tears were as painful as in his memories.

"It's me," Chu Ling choked out, throwing herself into his arms.

"I'm Chu Ling, I'm Chu Ling Er." She sobbed uncontrollably, hugging him tightly as if using all her strength to merge him into her body. Her tears soaked his clothes, and she greedily listened to his heartbeat.

Ye Chen smiled through his tears; his Chu Ling had finally returned.

It had been three hundred years, a full great cycle of reincarnation.

He had waited for this moment for so long, until his heart had grown old.

A gentle yin wind brushed by, stirring their hair. The faint moonlight spilled down, casting two leaning shadows that nestled together.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant, capturing the beauty of the human world.

Outside the garden, many people watched in astonishment, scratching their heads.

What was going on? How could watching fireworks make someone cry?

But they had no idea about the story of Ye Chen and Chu Ling, which had spanned past lives and the present, weathering three hundred years and the passage of time.

As the fireworks faded, the entire Gui Cheng fell silent.

Everyone learned a secret to wooing from Ye Chen.

To win a girl's heart, you have to give flowers; if that doesn't work, set off some fireworks. It's a profound art, vast and deep.

In the dark Yin Cao Di Fu, brilliant fireworks are the best way to touch a woman's heart. This technique is a must-learn.

On the rooftop, Ye Chen and Chu Ling remained as they were, holding each other close, unwilling to let go, with traces of undried tears at the corners of their eyes.

"After you died, Dan Cheng refined the Tian Ji Dan, which helped me achieve great success in Sheng Ti. It was quite fortunate; I defeated the Tian Mo Emperor."

"Da Chu has reincarnation, so most of those who died in battle have likely found their way back."

"The myriad realms of the heavens are vast, much larger than we imagined."

"I found Chu Xuan and nearly died on Nai He Bridge. It wasn't until my death that I remembered you, though that memory had been sealed."

"The Tian Mo invaded again, but fortunately, the myriad realms united."

"I must have been lucky to end up in the Yin Cao Di Fu."

Ye Chen spoke word by word, his voice hoarse and unhurried, like telling a story. His words were plain, but his smile was full of weariness.

"Damn time has tortured my Ye Chen so full of scars," Chu Ling said, tears in her eyes and a constant catch in her throat.

He spoke plainly, but she could imagine the hardships he had endured along that dusty path, facing the blade-like years.

"Without wind and rain, how can you see the rainbow?" Ye Chen said with a smile.