Follow-up (Part 2)

In a blink of an eye.

Two years passed in the Eastern Region after the second sky crack.

Life is a fragile yet tenacious existence. After the catastrophe, large and small groups began to thrive again.

Wansen Forest has begun a new round of policies to encourage reproduction and fertility.

No matter you are reproducing asexually or gathering all the peach blossoms, you must restore the forest to its previous appearance.

In the gathering place of psychedelic flowers.

Flowers of all sizes gathered around the one in the middle, listening to its story with great interest. When they heard something interesting and exciting, they couldn't help but urge it:

"And then, what happened? You noticed the Emperor had a stomachache and was secretly eating snacks. Did you tell His Highness Carlos?"

After the psychedelic flower had taken enough from Joe, it shook its head and said, "Of course not!" It also wanted its hair to stay on its head for a while longer!

"I stand firmly by the Emperor. Even if our leader comes and tortures me, I will never tell anyone that the Emperor secretly ate snacks!"

"Wow--"

The little flowers that were born in the past two years all praised: "Senior is so upright."

The little flowers said: "Senior Candlestick Tree from the neighboring tribe also talked a lot about the Great Emperor. He said that you seem to be very intimidating to the Great Emperor. Is that true?"

"Bah! That dry thing! He's always telling lies and corrupting you little buds!"

The Psychedelic Flower snorted coldly, "I'm deeply favored by the Emperor. I'm placed by the window sill he passes every day, nestled against the Holy Vine! He loves us Psychedelic Flowers the most, bah, my hair... He often stands by me, admiring me with a look of admiration. The Candlestick Tree is so far away, the Emperor hasn't even taken the initiative to visit it. He's just jealous of me."

“Wow wow—”

This immediately caused another burst of exclamations.

It turns out that the psychedelic flower family is so loved by the emperor!

"Senior, please take us to Lanhuadis to see the statue of the Great Emperor! We want to see it, so why not take us today?"

The seniors can hardly stand the little flowers acting coquettishly.

"Today..." Psychedelic Flower paused and looked in the direction of Lan Huadis, "Not today."

"Why?"

"Today is the Emperor's coming-of-age ceremony, his eighteenth birthday. It's a day that belongs to the Emperor's family and his people..."

The psychedelic flower hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly plucked off two of its petals, held them in its leaves, and pushed them away with force.

"Happy 18th birthday..."

The little boy who once stuck his butt out to pull its hair finally became an immortal king who was remembered forever by his people and even the Eastern Region.

-

There is an area in the Tomb of the Fallen King that is specifically for burying kings.

The tomb of King Erikalan is in the sixth row, number twenty-one, next to his father Felix.

When Erigalan died, his body completely dissipated and turned into starlight, so his close family members only placed some daily underwear and two sets of formal royal clothing in his coffin, making it a cenotaph.

In the two years after he left, no new king appeared, but Lanhuadis maintained a stable environment and did not fall into the vortex of chaos as usual.

Since dawn, royal families have begun to appear one after another near the tomb of the fallen king.

They all held gifts that had been prepared long ago for the king.

Today is June 3rd.

It was Erikalan's birthday and also his eighteenth birthday.

The gifts were not perfunctory just because the king was dead. On the contrary, some of them had been prepared a year ago.

Because there was no body, the crystal coffin was buried shallowly.

The gifts were placed in the semicircular cover on the crystal coffin.

They did not cry loudly or speak exaggeratedly. They stood in front of the king's tomb, saluted silently, and then left in an orderly manner.

The same is true in civilian areas.

They were not entitled to worship at the king's tomb, but in the commoner's quarters there was a statue of Erikalan, very lifelike, and surrounded by the best things they could find in their homes.

They knelt on the ground and whispered wishes:

"Congratulations to my king on his coming of age."

"Congratulations to my king for coming of age..."

In the past two years, many babies have hatched in the tribe. What is different from before is that when parents see that there are no royal patterns on the eggshells, they do not feel despair, but are filled with a glimmer of hope.

Only the lower-class people who have hope will not cause chaos.

They work hard so that their children can study well, go to school well, break through themselves, and perhaps give birth to Wang Wen.

This is a hope that has never existed before.

It was...the hope gained by their king who sacrificed his life to break the shackles of the curse.

A little kid couldn't wait any longer, so he got up from the ground mischievously and ran towards his grandfather staggeringly.

After he ran far away, he shouted childishly: "Grandpa - let's go play, there are a lot of obstacles here today!" He ran unsteadily and could not speak clearly. He was just a baby.

The white-haired old man sitting in the house reacted slowly for a while before he said "oh". He spent a long time looking for protective gear to put on himself before walking outside.

"Where are we going to play?"

The little kid looked puzzled: "What is grandpa wearing?"

The old man replied: "Sunscreen..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that now they didn't need to wear such thick protective gear to block the sun.

The old man silently took off his protective gear and threw it aside.

The little kid scratched his head and asked, "Grandpa, are you afraid of the sun?"

The old man took the little baby's hand, and the old and the child walked out.

The old man with a hunched back sighed sadly when he passed by the place where his old friend was boiled.

If that old friend could live a few more years, he would probably see this completely different Lan Huadis.

The old man replied to the little kid, "Before, you were afraid of the sun, but now you're not afraid anymore. Baby, let me tell you a story."

Little Baby: "Great! What a wow."

The old man thought for a moment and smiled, "Just tell me about this story of sunshine..."

An old man and a young boy were holding hands, one was staggering and the other was jumping around.

The old man walked habitually under the shadow of the eaves, and the little baby, with an innocent face, jumped and basked in the sunshine.

The sculptures in the distance behind them were silently and quietly covered with a layer of golden sunlight.

-

Castle.

Only Carlos and Celtin are here now.

The two of them were decorating different parts of the castle, chatting with each other.

"Please remember this. Xiaoqi likes red, but you made the curtain yellow, which doesn't fit in with the surroundings," Carlos frowned.

Xierting raised an eyebrow: "Blue and yellow look good together. There are already so many reds. If you don't know, you might think you are looking for a queen for Xiaoqi..."

Carlos couldn't help but throw a rag over.

"If you can't speak, shut up!"

Xilting: "It's you who is causing the trouble, okay?"

Carlos kicked him out.

Xilting took advantage of the situation and flew out of the castle and landed on a tree outside.

Carmi is here.

"Kicked out again?"

Xierting brushed the dust off his butt and sighed, "Each kick is getting harder than the last."

Carmi shook his head and said nothing.

He has changed a lot compared to two years ago. He is stationed in the army, exposed to the wind and sun, has a beard on his chin, and looks a little unkempt.

His aura was much calmer and more mature.

The two brothers sat quietly on the tree, looking at the castle which seemed lively but was actually deserted.

Two years ago.

After his brother's death, Jamimi fell into an uncontrollable regret and self-blame. He hated himself for not learning skills well. If he had worked harder, would the ending be different?

He spent more than a year in the army in a self-torturing manner before he recovered a little.

but……

The one who was hit the hardest was probably my second brother.

Gamimi looked through the window at the young man who was busy in the castle, not missing any details.

Xierting noticed his gaze and patted his shoulder: "Old Two is much better now than at the beginning. At least he can say a few words when I get angry with him. He's a little more lively."

He didn't really mean to get beaten up just now, but Carlos's condition was too terrible.

When Xiao Qi dissipated in his palm, something in Carlos' heart seemed to collapse. Unlike the others who were not at home, the second brother had been with Xiao Qi the longest, and was also... the most like a father.

He almost treated his younger brother Xiaoqi as if he were half his own child.

When Xiaoqi just left, Carlos suffered from aphasia and temporary blindness.

Xierting forced himself out of his grief, paid close attention to Carlos's situation, and even handed over the affairs of the Third Army to Gamimi, and stayed at home with Carlos.

He was blind for more than half a year before he could see the light again.

It was not known when the aphasia was cured. One time, Xierting acted like a jerk on purpose and caused Carlos to scold him. Only then did he realize that his second brother could speak.

"Fourth brother, third brother still hasn't come back."

Xilting shook his head. "He said he was fine living in the king's tomb, as a grave keeper."

"Alas, Third Brother's legs..."

-

Deep in the Tomb of the Fallen King.

A small house with a light on.

Xiercheng came out of the hut with a broom and went to clean the graves of his father and brother. There were too many people coming to worship today, and even though they were very careful, there was still dust left behind.

He wiped the tombstone carefully with a towel and traced the four words "Erigalan".

After making sure there was no dust, Xiercheng slowly sat down, hissed, and pounded his right knee.

After releasing his mental power to protect Lan Huadis for two months, his meridians were severely damaged and have not recovered yet. Even his legs have been greatly affected.

It hurts if I stand for a long time, it hurts if I walk with a slightly sloping foot, and it also hurts when it’s cloudy or rainy.

So I just moved here, it’s quiet.

Xier Cheng flipped open the diary marked with number seven. "Today is your coming-of-age ceremony. I wonder if they'll come. If they read it in front of you, it'll be a great opportunity to embarrass yourself..."

Xiercheng stroked the title page of his growth diary.

"My eldest sister is at the front, and the problem of the evil spirits remains unsolved. Second brother... I heard from the fourth brother that things have been better recently. Little Fifth, haha, your fifth sister is the one who's gone crazy. She wants to research a way to summon souls and bring the dead back to the world. The end of science is theology..."

"Xiao Liu, you finally understand, but you can't see."

Xiercheng's voice sounded lazier than before.

He bent his good leg and stretched out the other leg in a relaxed manner, kneading it slowly.

"You like cleanliness the most. Third Brother's legs are not in good condition, and he doesn't want to go anywhere now. I will stay here to wipe your grave every day, talk to you, and be a gravekeeper."

The dusk is like a drunken night.

The chaotic clouds burn the sun.

The sound of footsteps was heard in the quiet royal tomb.

One, two, three... five.

Familiar figures came from different directions.

Xiercheng smiled and said to his brother:

"Everyone is here, Xiaoqi, happy coming of age."