Chapter 1713: A Glance of a Thousand Years

Chapter 1713: A Glance of a Thousand Years

At night, the immortal mountain of the Qing Luan clan remained in turmoil.

The barrier had been erected, and many protective arrays were activated. Numerous younger members had been sent away to preserve the family's lineage.

In the pavilion, Ye Chen sat in meditation, still motionless, his demeanor solemn and peaceful.

Qing Luan had visited several times but hadn't disturbed him. She wore her battle armor, ready to fight for her clan at any moment, facing death without fear.

Only deep into the night did Ye Chen open his eyes and stretch lazily.

His Huang Gu Sheng Ti was completely healed, and the backlash from the Di Dao Tong Ming had been entirely erased. His face was ruddy, and his vital energy surged powerfully.

"Senior, you should have told me earlier," Ye Chen coughed and gazed into the void, "Good thing I reacted quickly, otherwise I'd be dead."

Tong Ming didn't produce Di Huang, so he was behaving more honestly, lacking confidence.

He had originally planned to bring Di Huang back to the Zhutian realm to show off, but now it seemed his wish was too idealistic, and reality was far from it. It was better to stay humble and avoid getting beaten.

As he thought about this, he took out the jade slip that Di Huang had given him.

In his storage bag, there were two items: one was Di Huang's sacred blood, and the other was this jade slip. Clearly, it was no ordinary object.

He exerted a slight force with his fingers, and the jade slip shattered.

Before his eyes, a drop of fresh blood floated out, hovering in the air and emitting a faint aura that felt familiar to Ye Chen.

However, before he could identify it, a divine sense entered his sea of consciousness.

That divine sense contained a story: it was about Chu Ling, recording all the secrets from the past, including the causes and consequences.

Ye Chen was stunned, stepping back abruptly as his body trembled violently.

He understood everything now: Chu Ling's feelings for him had never changed from the beginning. The child in her womb bore the surname Ye.

No wonder, at the head of the Nai He Bridge, there was the cry of an infant calling out "daddy."

The one calling him was his own child, who had been conceived at the time of Chu Ling's death and had followed her to the Yin Cao Di Fu.

It was all a play, a grand performance staged by Chu Ling and Di Huang.

It was meant to create an emotional tribulation for him, forcing him to undergo nirvana and transformation to overcome the Renjian Dao. Their intentions were deeply thoughtful, and only now did he truly understand.

His eyes instantly grew moist, hot tears streaming down his cheeks.

After a thousand years, his once desolate heart stirred with waves again.

A woman he had long forgotten and let go of re-entered his gaze and etched herself into his heart, forming vivid scenes.

Time had passed too long, and even someone as strong as he could no longer suppress it.

That past emotional tribulation had nearly destroyed him, filling his world with darkness and making even the wind feel cold, causing him to curl up involuntarily.

A thousand years later, the truth was revealed—she had been waiting for him all along.

Without thinking further, he quickly wiped away his tears, pressed his palms together, and rapidly formed hand seals, executing the Di Dao Tong Ming.

The drop of blood hovering in the air slowly sank into the earth.

Why did it feel so familiar? It was undoubtedly Chu Ling's blood. With her fresh blood, he could perform Tong Ming and continue their unfinished fate.

Di Huang had arranged everything in advance, guiding their red thread of destiny.

He was certain that the Jiu You Xian Qu that had helped him awaken was also played by Chu Ling. That qin music was full of sorrow, infused with deep emotion.

"Di Dao: Tong Ming." His hand seals finally settled.

The earth trembled at once, and an ancient stone coffin gradually emerged from the ground, inch by inch, slowly but steadily.

This time, it required no effort at all. Chu Ling was a Sheng Ren, and performing Tong Ming at the same level was much easier than with a Zun Di Huang.

In no time, the coffin had fully emerged and stood before him.

Then, the coffin lid toppled over, and the coffin itself fell.

Only Chu Ling remained, standing quietly like a puppet, her expression wooden and her eyes vacant, with dust from the years covering her jade-like shoulders.

In that moment, she seemed as if she had just crawled out of the grave.

A gentle breeze blew by, scattering the dust from her shoulders.

Her vacant eyes gradually filled with human emotions. This peerless woman shed her dull facade, revealing her former grace and beauty.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant, etching eternity.

In her eyes, a mist formed under the moonlight, condensing into frost. Her vision blurred with tears.

He had tears welling up, streaming down his weathered face.

For him, that single glance spanned a thousand years, through the six paths of reincarnation, every moment a carving knife.

"Ye Chen, will you... fall in love with Chu Ling again?" Chu Ling choked out, her eyes tearful, her cheeks glistening with tears.

"I'm sorry." Ye Chen cried as he stepped forward and embraced Chu Ling, his hot tears soaking her clothes.

It had taken a thousand years to let her go, but only an instant to love her again.

In that emotional tribulation, he had suffered heartbreak, and she had endured just as much pain. His agony was her agony.

Chu Ling also cried, burying her face in his chest, greedily feeling his warmth and listening to his heartbeat.

The child in her womb was crying too, a bittersweet joy.

The parents had endured so much hardship—it was tough, but the little one was sensible, clearly feeling the blood connection.

"How touching." Ming Jue stuffed his hands in his pockets, sighing deeply.

"After so much suffering, they've finally reached this day." Bai Zhi smiled softly, her beautiful eyes misty, tinged with envy.

Love is truly wonderful; even as time wears on, it can't hide the bond of fate. At the other end of the starry river, one will eventually wait for that person.

"You've won." Ming Di laughed and shook his head.

Di Huang smiled slightly but said nothing, feeling deeply gratified.

It had been a close call, but his plans hadn't been in vain. If Ye Chen had died, it would have been her greatest regret.

Once again on the rooftop, Ye Chen and Chu Ling leaned against each other.

Ye Chen lay like a child on Chu Ling's lap, gazing at her lower abdomen, as if he could see the chubby little baby inside.

That was his flesh and blood, still in a sealed state.

As he looked, the little one looked back at him, blinking big eyes and giggling from time to time. Blood is thicker than water, creating a deep bond.

Chu Ling's tenderness was like water as she gently stroked Ye Chen's weathered white hair. "She hasn't been named yet. As the father, you should choose one."

"Ye Ling Er." Ye Chen replied without hesitation, smiling. "With my surname and your name—our child."

"Perfect." Chu Ling smiled radiantly, about to become a mother.

"Three hundred years have passed; when will she come out?" Ye Chen pressed his ear against her, feeling as if the little one was kicking him.

"Di Huang said that since she's been nurtured in the Zhutian realm, she should be born there to fulfill the karma," Chu Ling said with a light smile.

"You're right." Ye Chen chuckled, not forgetting to playfully scold the little one: "Behave yourself, you little thing."

The feeling of soon becoming a father was truly wonderful.

Although he had been a father for a hundred years in the Renjian Dao, that was an illusion. In reality, he felt a bit nervous.

"Ye Chen, I miss home." Chu Ling nestled deeper into his arms, gently nuzzling him and murmuring softly.

"Once we help the Qing Luan clan overcome their crisis and find the reincarnated people of Ling Yu, we'll go back," Ye Chen said with a warm smile.

The night sky remained profound, with stars shining brightly.

At some point, Chu Ling fell asleep, her arms wrapped tightly around him, fingers interlocked, occasionally murmuring about Da Chu in her dreams.

Ye Chen smiled, slowly got up, and carried her back to the pavilion.

He felt a sense of emotion and genuine gratitude toward Di Huang. Without that emotional tribulation, he might have fallen into the Renjian Dao.

Though the wounds were deep, he had ultimately achieved fruition.

It was both a trial and a fortune; both pain and surprise.

Bathed in the pure moonlight, he also fell asleep, holding his wife and child. For the first time in a thousand years of wandering, he felt at peace.

"Don't sleep! Summon us over!" On Jie Ming Mountain, Ming Jue, the monkey, was frantic, jumping up and down.

Bai Zhi glanced sideways, while Di Huang and Ming Di turned back, giving him a meaningful look—for the sake of wooing a girl, he was rushing to play matchmaker for someone else's child.

"I'm just eager to help," Ming Jue chuckled.

"Wanderer." Bai Zhi rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"Take good equipment with you to avoid trouble," Ming Di said generously, waving his sleeve to infuse two Di Bing into their bodies.

"Aren't you going to give one to Ye Chen?" Bai Zhi asked.

"Forget about him; he's more than capable," Ming Di laughed. "Besides, the Di Bing of the Ming Jie can't leave for too long."