Chapter 1680: I'm Pregnant?

The night deepened, and only wisps of yin wind gently blew.

Perhaps it was due to exhaustion, but this time, it was he who fell asleep, his head resting on her lap, sleeping peacefully and murmuring in his dreams.

Chu Ling smiled gently, with the tenderness of a wife, stroking his face again and again, trying to erase the scars and pain from his features.

She never imagined she would die and enter the Mingjie, nor did she expect so many things would happen after her death.

Fate was a mysterious thing; three hundred years later, she met Ye Chen again at the Naihe Bridge, continuing their past life's bond.

Her Ye Chen was a legendary hero, his name a myth throughout the Zhutian and the Mingjie.

Warmth enveloped her entire body, filling her with anticipation for the future.

They would return to the Zhutian, get married, and have a house full of children and grandchildren.

Everything would return to how it was three hundred years ago, back to the Jade Maiden Peak of their previous life, where she was still Chu Ling and he was her Ye Chen.

After three hundred years, she yearned for home; the homeland in her memories was her destined place, carrying their ancient affection.

With a final smile, she descended from the rooftop eave, carried the sleeping Ye Chen into the room, and watched him with a foolish grin.

Unable to resist, she leaned down gently and planted a red lip print on his forehead—this kiss had been awaited for too long.

"Chu Ling."

Hearing the call, Chu Ling stepped out of the room and saw a figure standing in the courtyard, radiating golden light, very blurry and indistinct.

It was Di Huang, or more accurately, one of Di Huang's Dharma manifestations; his true body remained at Jie Ming Mountain, using this form to meet Chu Ling.

"This junior, Chu Ling, pays respects to the Emperor." Chu Ling hurriedly bowed, as if recognizing Di Huang and having seen his Dharma manifestation before.

She felt genuine gratitude towards Di Huang; if not for him in the past, she would have already entered reincarnation and surely missed Ye Chen.

He was a true predecessor, single-handedly battling five emperors and writing a divine legend.

His epic romance with the Donghua Empress was also a celebrated tale, still passed down through generations.

Along the way, she had heard Ye Chen speak of many things; this predecessor had trained him even more rigorously in the Mingjie than in the Zhutian, pushing him to greater heights.

Whether for her or Ye Chen, Di Huang was a great benefactor.

Di Huang said nothing, only lightly raising his hand to brush over Chu Ling's body.

Instantly, the seal on her lower abdomen was lifted.

Chu Ling frowned, sensing a life spirit in her abdomen.

Instinctively, she examined her body internally, focusing on her lower abdomen.

As she looked, she covered her mouth in shock, her expression turning wonderfully complex—she saw a tiny baby in her abdomen.

She was stunned: there was a child in her abdomen. Was she pregnant?

It was just as Ye Chen had guessed; she was indeed pregnant, yet she had been unaware. If not for Di Huang lifting the seal, she would never have known.

Now, the question arose: whose child was it? As a mother, she felt truly embarrassed, not knowing the father.

At that moment, she understood why she had been so sleepy, why Ye Chen had stopped her from drinking, and why he had said she was pregnant.

Her mind raced—in an instant, she realized that Ye Chen had known about her pregnancy at the Naihe Bridge and could see the small baby.

Even she herself hadn't known, so he certainly didn't either.

No wonder he had shown such a despondent demeanor that day.

For any man, learning that the woman he loved was carrying a child of unknown origin would be hard to accept!

She began to understand the pressure Ye Chen had been under.

She felt fortunate that her Ye Chen loved her as deeply as in their previous life, never once questioning her about the pregnancy from beginning to end.

But she was puzzled—since coming to the Mingjie, she had never been intimate with any man; she was still a virgin, so how could she be pregnant?

Thinking of this, she subconsciously looked up at Di Huang, hoping this predecessor could provide a clear answer.

At the very least, she needed to give Ye Chen an explanation and figure out who the father was; she couldn't just muddle through and have a child like this.

"When you came from the Zhutian to the Mingjie, you were already pregnant." Di Huang revealed the secret. "Your child came with you to the Mingjie, and I sealed it away for a full three hundred years."

Chu Ling was startled—she had been pregnant back in the Zhutian?

That made sense; whether in the Zhutian or the underworld, she had only been intimate with Ye Chen, so the child must be his.

The awkward part was that even in the Zhutian, she hadn't realized she was pregnant.

After a few seconds of shock, she snapped back to reality, overwhelmed with joy.

The sudden mix of surprise and delight was almost too much to handle, bringing tears to her eyes as she cried out in excitement.

So, she was going to be a mother, and he was going to be a father.

Their love story finally had a result, spanning the Zhutian and Mingjie, through reincarnation and past and present lives, across three hundred years.

An unprecedented sense of happiness washed over her, feeling almost unreal.

If not for Di Huang being there, she probably would have rushed into the room, woken Ye Chen, and shared this good news with him.

"There is one matter that requires your help." Di Huang gazed quietly at Chu Ling.

"Me?" Chu Ling, still caught in her joy, was suddenly stunned.

A supreme being like the Da Cheng Sheng Ti, on par with emperors, possessed such immense power—she couldn't imagine what she could possibly help Di Huang with.

Di Huang remained silent, lightly waving his hand again as a strand of divine sense entered Chu Ling's sea of consciousness, containing all the words he wanted to say.

As Chu Ling read it, her face turned pale in an instant. She stumbled back a step, her body trembling as if she had seen something terrifying.

"Senior, why must it be like this?" Chu Ling stared fixedly at Di Huang, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. "He has already endured so much suffering, his body covered in wounds—why torment him further?"

"He needs this trial to possibly overcome the six paths of reincarnation." Di Huang explained. "In the entire Mingjie, only I have passed through that barrier, so I know its terror better than anyone."

"No, no, he will break down." Chu Ling shook her head, continuing to retreat, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"But he must achieve nirvana through breakdown." Di Huang sighed.

"Why choose me specifically? This junior... truly cannot do it."

"You are his affection; no one is more suitable than you." Di Huang sighed again. "Though this method is cruel, it can save him and help him. Otherwise, he will never return to the Zhutian."

What he referred to was the final trial for Ye Chen, one that required Chu Ling's assistance—and only she could do it; no one else would work.

That test would be unimaginably cruel for Ye Chen.

He had given them time together, wanting them to experience some ordinary life, because the path ahead would be extremely difficult.

He wanted to leave this fated couple with some beautiful memories.

Tears welled up in Chu Ling's eyes, her face streaked with them.

She understood the painstaking intentions of this great predecessor; it was clear he wasn't harming Ye Chen but helping him.

"The choice is yours; I will not force it." Di Huang sighed, his Dharma manifestation gradually fading until it vanished completely.

"This junior... understands." Chu Ling choked out, tears falling like rain.

"On the day you return to the Zhutian, I will explain everything to him personally." Di Huang's faint voice echoed from the nine heavens above.

The garden fell into silence again, the wails of fierce ghosts quieting down.

Chu Ling stood still, silent as a statue.

Until a wisp of yin wind brushed by, making her body tremble slightly. She gently touched her lower abdomen, gazing at the child she shared with Ye Chen.

Amid the surprise and joy, there was also pain; heaven had given a hope, yet it came with trials, leaving the ill-fated to endure.

And she would become a sharp, cold blade in heaven's hand, piercing into his chest until it wounded him to the brink of death.