Chapter 6235 The Bitterness of Yearning
The Primal Chaos Vermilion Bird’s expression changed in an instant, and its killing intent made Long Chen’s heart tremble. Here, in its mental world, the bird was invincible. On the other hand, Long Chen did not possess the slightest ability to resist. He was alone here.
“I don’t like being threatened,” Long Chen said coldly, his gaze unwavering. “I respect you not because you’re a Primal Chaos Vermilion Bird, but because you’ve merged with my little sister. My spine can break, but it will never bend. My head will not lower to anyone.”
Though he was no more than an ant in comparison, he stared straight at the divine beast without flinching. If it came down to physical combat, he had no strength left. But in terms of mental will, this was his last bastion.
The Vermilion Bird’s eyes were still sharp with killing intent, yet a flicker of appreciation shone within them.
“What a wild brat,” the Primal Chaos Vermillion Bird said. “Very well, I’ll change my tone. What is the name of that saber you just used?”
Its voice indeed softened, the threat in it fading.
“You recognize it?” Long Chen was startled.
“Tell me its name first,” the bird urged impatiently.
“All I know is that it’s called Evilmoon. In the lower world, it was known as Dragonbone Evilmoon,” Long Chen replied, watching for a change in its expression.
“The lower world? Evilmoon?”
The Primal Chaos Vermilion Bird seemed flabbergasted. As it sank into thought, runes sparkled on its feathers.
Suddenly, flames exploded out of its feathers. It let out a muffled grunt, the fire vanishing just as quickly.
Then, its aura plummeted, and its form grew faint.
“Could it really be that...? But how?”
“Senior, do you know Evilmoon? Can you tell me its origins? The Heaven Earth Cauldron refuses to say anything to me,” Long Chen pressed.
“The Heaven Earth Cauldron?”
The bird’s pupils contracted sharply, its gaze locking onto him.
“You truly bear the karma of the Earth Cauldron... No, not Heaven Earth Cauldron—just Earth Cauldron. What kind of fate would bring those two to meet again... on you...?” the Primal Chaos Vermilion Bird muttered to itself, still filled with disbelief.
Seeing that it wasn’t responding and just muttering incomprehensible words, Long Chen hastily cried out.
“Senior... Senior!”
He was certain the Vermilion Bird knew Evilmoon’s secrets. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have acted so forcefully at the start.
Unluckily for him, its body was already fading fast. Then, the mental world collapsed, and Long Chen’s soul snapped back to reality.
The Primal Chaos Vermilion Bird manifestation was still behind Cloud. However, its will was rapidly fading.
Suddenly, it blew apart, transforming into motes of light filled with the power of nirvanic rebirth. They then merged into Cloud’s body.
Cloud was immersed in that light, making her appear holy and divine.
Seeing this, Long Chen immediately took a step back so Cloud could peacefully absorb all of them.
“So the Primal Chaos Vermilion Bird senior was holding back. Only now, at the final moment, can the complete legacy be passed on,” Meng Qi said in awe.
Long Chen was also shocked.
Even before obtaining the complete legacy, Cloud had grown to a terrifying level. Just how terrifying would she be with the complete legacy?
Golden threads appeared in midair as the motes of light merged into Cloud. Those threads were not light but true gold.
The golden threads wrapped around Cloud, forming a golden cocoon.
Then, flames of nirvanic rebirth erupted around it, melting the golden weave into a hard shell.
After that, a giant whirlpool appeared in the sky, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth crazily. The egg was absorbing it.
“It’s the flame of nirvanic rebirth. It’s drawing in energy to help her merge with the nirvanic beads. Once she emerges... she’ll be reborn,” Meng Qi said, her voice trembling with excitement.
“Meng Qi.”
Long Chen reached for her hand. She trembled as his fingers closed around hers, her heartbeat quickening.
With Cloud sealed away in her nirvanic transformation, it was just the two of them. Long Chen pulled her gently into his arms.
Their hearts beat together, their breaths mingling. There was no need for any words. Just feeling each other’s breaths and heartbeats, they felt like they had found a safe haven for them.
Meng Qi finally couldn’t endure it any longer and started to cry.
Long Chen’s eyes grew misty. Holding Meng Qi in his arms, he felt as if his very soul had returned—like he had finally found himself again.
How long had they been apart? How many endless days had he yearned for her? Now that she was here, it was as if a lost child had stumbled home at last.
Of all the women in his life, Meng Qi understood him the most. Her embrace was his harbor in the fiercest storm.
After a long silence, Meng Qi slowly lifted her head. Their tear-streaked gazes locked, and she reached out to gently caress Long Chen’s cheek. Her lips parted, but whatever words she wished to say dissolved before they could form.
Long Chen rubbed her hand and softly said, “I didn’t fear crossing mountains of blades or seas of blood. I dared to defy every devil in the nine heavens. No difficulty could make me waver. I am an alchemist with the best medicines of the world at my fingertips—pills that can knit bone, restore flesh, even pull a soul back from death. But among all my divine pills, not one could cure the ache of missing you.”
Meng Qi’s tears flowed anew. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
In that moment, the world stilled. The battlefield’s scars seemed to fade, replaced by the quiet pulse of life.
When they finally parted, they smiled at one another, and for Long Chen, her beauty outshone all else.
A sharp cracking sound jolted them back to reality. Both turned toward Cloud—the golden egg was splitting apart far sooner than expected.
Before either could speak, a furious roar split the air.
“Damn you, Long Chen! You’re still here?! Come out and face your death!”
Then, two figures descended from the sky.