Chapter 29

Just when the little river god thought that he would disappear with the two living souls in the space he created, a blue light flashed before his eyes, and everything around him returned to calm.

The expected pain and impact did not happen, and Fang Zhao slowly raised his head in An Huainan's arms.

The three people were surrounded by a huge bubble, with flowing sea water outside.

"Evil creature, what have you done?"

A middle-aged man with white hair, wearing dark blue armor and two horns on his head, stood in front of the three people and shouted angrily.

"Father, Father King."

The little river god's eyes flickered, and he looked like a naughty child who had done something wrong.

"I locked you up in the Conch Cave Heaven to train, and this is what you've become? You can't even sustain a dream?"

The Dragon King looked very disappointed. He took a few deep breaths and finally managed to calm himself down.

Looking up, he saw two living souls standing in front of him, hugging each other.

One of them had an oval face, curved eyebrows, and a pair of watery peach blossom eyes, staring at himself in surprise.

"Qing'er."

Seeing his old friend again, the Dragon King trembled all over, fearing that he would scare the person away again.

Fang Zhao was a little confused by this shout. Maybe the Dragon King recognized the wrong person?

"Mother?"

The little river god followed his father's gaze and saw only Fang Zhao and An Huainan. Where was his mother?

The Dragon King controlled his trembling body and walked over slowly.

His legs seemed to be filled with thousands of pounds of lead. It was only a few meters away, but he felt like he had walked for centuries.

He would not make a mistake. Even if the person in front of him changed her appearance, as long as she stood in front of him, he would know that she was Qing'er.

An Huainan looked at the man in front of him warily, a sense of hostility rising from his heart, and he stepped back with the person in his arms.

The Dragon King flicked his hand, and a stream of spiritual power burst out from his fingertips. An Huainan was suddenly frozen in place, unable to move.

Fang Zhao was a little flustered and hugged An Huainan tightly.

"She is your mother." The Dragon King stood still and said to the little river god, "Each time she reincarnates, her face will change, but her spirit and aura will not change. It contains the spiritual power I have infused into it."

A light blue spiritual power enveloped Fang Zhao. Fang Zhao was forced to separate from An Huainan and rose into the air. He felt like his head was about to explode. Countless memories that did not belong to him were impatiently forced into his mind from the air.

"As long as my spiritual power remains in your soul, you will remember all our memories."

Countless fragments of memories flashed through his mind. Fang Zhao felt like he was watching a movie, experiencing another person's life from beginning to end.

When she was first born in that small fishing village, she lived with her parents by the sea and made a living by relying on her father's fishing.

She grew up in that fishing village. Although she lived in poverty, she was the only daughter in the family and was loved by everyone.

One day, her parents went fishing together, but unexpectedly, a storm came and the entire sea was in turmoil. Huge waves rose and fell, terrifying everyone who saw them.

She stood alone on the beach, looking at the raging sea, waiting from morning till night. Instead of her parents, she waited for a huge storm. The rain poured down from the dark clouds, accompanied by the rumbling sound of thunder, which was as terrible as the end of the world.

She stood behind the reef, huddled up, looking at the sky.

Suddenly, a huge dragon descended from the sky, like a huge typhoon. The sharp wind blew across her cheeks, and she felt that her face was scratched.

The dragon seemed to be seriously injured, and ice-blue blood flowed in front of him like a stream of water.

The sky grew darker.

Qing'er heard the dragon's groan.

She walked slowly over to the dragon's head, and with courage from somewhere, she reached out and touched his dragon horn.

The dragon under his command suddenly transformed into a handsome young man who was seriously injured.

She fell in love with this handsome guy at first sight.

She took him home and treated his wounds while waiting for his parents to return home from their fishing trip.

Six months passed and the handsome boy's injuries were almost recovered, but her parents still didn't come back.

Such things are not uncommon in the small fishing village. Most of the children in the village have parents who have gone out to sea to fish and have never returned.

One day, the handsome guy knelt on the ground and proposed to her, "Marry me, okay? I want to take care of you for the rest of my life."

She was moved and nodded in agreement.

The two held a simple wedding in that small fishing village and lived a simple and happy life.

Later, she became pregnant.

And her husband never came back after going to sea.

She was sad for a long time, thinking that the sea had taken away her husband again after taking away her parents.

She resented the sea for a long time.

Until one day, she was captured by a group of strange soldiers and taken to the bottom of the sea.

A group of people pressed her to find out the whereabouts of her husband.

She just said she didn't know.

So the group locked her under the rocks at the bottom of the sea, using her and the baby in her belly as bait, waiting for her husband to take the bait.

She had been pregnant for over a year by then. A normal pregnancy takes ten months to give birth, but she was puzzled. Now it seemed that her husband was indeed not an ordinary person.

She stayed under the reef for another year and heard some things from the mouths of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals passing by.

It turned out that her husband was Ao Han, the son of the Dragon King of the West Sea.

It turned out that the storm that night was because Ao Han and his brother Ao Yan were fighting for the position of the next Dragon King of the West Sea.

The two men fought for a whole day and night, regardless of the lives of the fishermen at sea.

In the end, Ao Han was defeated because of his lack of cultivation, so he was injured and fell in front of her.

Although Ao Yan was the victor, he was also blamed by the Heavenly Court and took all the punishment alone. He was locked on the extremely cold pillar deep in the West Sea and was said to be sealed for eight thousand years.

The old Dragon King had just passed away, and the West Sea could not be without a master for a day, so Ao Han was recalled by the Heavenly Court and went to the West Sea to take up his post.

And the person who kidnapped him this time was none other than Ao Yan's former party member.

They had already regarded Ao Han as an enemy, and felt that without Ao Han, the throne would surely belong to their master. So they conspired to lure him here and secretly murder him.

It would be a lie for Qing'er to say she wasn't sad after hearing these things.

Although Ao Han was not the direct cause of his parents' death, he was also an indirect murderer.

She actually saved the murderer who killed her parents, married him and became pregnant with his child.

It seemed as if God was playing a joke on her, shattering all her thoughts.

Ao Han came the day before the baby was born.

He brought a hundred thousand shrimp soldiers and crab generals, surrounded the entire seabed, killed all of Ao Yan's men, and personally rescued her home.

But she didn't want to have any physical contact with him anymore.

Ao Han couldn't understand why her attitude towards him had changed so much, and simply thought it was because she had not yet adapted to his identity.

He let her go back to the small fishing village.

But she hid herself and refused to see him again.

If things had been going on, she wished they had never met.

She took the child and hid in a place he had never been to, and raised him alone.

Ao Han searched everywhere for the cultivation techniques of mortals, hoping to become a pair of immortal lovers with her.

But she didn't want to see him again.

Their fate has ended, so let her be a mortal and endure the pain of reincarnation.

She returned the child to Ao Han because the child was born with supernatural powers and was not an ordinary person. Only by following Ao Han could he create his own world.

Ao Han couldn't persuade her, so he injected his own divine power into her soul, so that even if she went through reincarnation, he would still be able to see him in the crowd at a glance.

After she entered the cycle of reincarnation, Ao Han went to the underworld and promised her a deserted city deep in the ocean, a place for souls with nowhere to reincarnate. In exchange for this opportunity, he bound one of his shadows to Qing'er, and that shadow would accompany her through reincarnations in his place.

After the memory injection was completed, Fang Zhao was lowered from the air and landed on the ground again.

"Qing'er."

Ao Han was in tears, and Fang Zhao looked at him with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"I'm Fang Zhao."

Her determination made him stop and look at her in disbelief.

"You are Fang Zhao, and you are also my Qing'er."

"No, I'm just Fang Zhao."

Fang Zhao walked back to An Huainan and said, "In this life, I only recognize An Huainan."

"If you're still blaming me for your parents' situation, I can apologize. This whole thing is my fault, but it was an unintentional mistake. Qing'er, do you understand? I've been living in self-blame for all these years. I admit that I used to be too dismissive of mortals. If I had met you earlier, I wouldn't have fought with Ao Yan for the throne."

"Every life's cause has its own result. The cause and effect of that life have passed, and I have no reason to resent you anymore. In this life, please let me experience the cause and effect of this life peacefully."

"But," Ao Han said, looking somewhat dejected, "but for me, it's just one lifetime. Qing'er, can you bear to leave me like this, leaving me alone to watch you experience life after life?"

"Don't kid yourself."

Fang Zhao sneered, "From the beginning to the end, you loved your identity as the Dragon King much more than you loved me."

Yes, if he loved me, he would not have suddenly left when I was pregnant, leaving me to suffer under the reef for two whole years.

If he loved me, he would not have left only a shadow to accompany me into reincarnation.

The little river god, her child in that life, would not have been raised to be so cynical.

Ao Han wanted to refute, but he couldn't find the words. He stammered for a long time, and finally sighed.

He admitted that what she said was right.

"Are you really my mother?"

The little river god put away his ferocious look, and his wrinkled little face shrank, looking as if he was about to cry.

"Why didn't you want me in the first place? Why did you leave me to this man? Why? Wuwuwu."

I didn't expect that the fearless little devil would be so heartbreaking when he cried. Fang Zhao felt as if his heart was stabbed by a knife, and blood was flowing out.

"Wow!"

The little river god could no longer hold back and burst into tears, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances he had suffered over the years.

Fang Zhao stepped forward and hugged the little river god in his arms.

This is probably the 'connection between mother and child'. Even though she has been reincarnated many times, she still feels heartbroken and wants to cry when she sees him so wronged.

"Qing'er——"

Perhaps because of his age, Ao Han has long lost his original ambition.

Ao Han looked at the scene with a weary face, his voice trembling slightly. This should have been his happiness, but he had thrown it away with his own hands.

She wanted to hug Fang Zhao tremblingly, but when she raised her arm halfway, she put it down dejectedly.

Yes, what qualifications does he have to stand with her now?

After a long time, the little river god's crying gradually became softer.

He let go of Fang Zhao, looked at her face, and called out, "Mom"

Mom, no matter how many times she reincarnates, she is still his mother, the mother he misses day and night for so many years.

Fang Zhao touched the little river god's head with a loving look on his face, then stood up with determination in his eyes.

"Ao Han, if you still care about the relationship we had as husband and wife in that life, please let An Huainan go and let us go."

"Qing'er, he's just a shadow of mine. How can he be worthy of your attention?"

Ao Han was furious and turned to look at An Huainan.

Yes, he is just a shadow of himself, a shadow that can be taken back if he wants to.

Ao Han's eyes were full of ruthlessness.

Suddenly, he grabbed An Huainan through the air, trying to take this disobedient shadow back into his body.

An Huainan gritted his teeth stubbornly, resisting the pressure imposed on his neck by the other party.

"What are you doing? Stop!"

Fang Zhao looked at the painful An Huainan anxiously, trying to organize everything.

A stream of spiritual power came over, and Fang Zhao felt trapped. He couldn't move his whole body at all, and could only worry anxiously.

“Mom, Mom!”

The little river god hugged Fang Zhao's thigh and shook it twice. Seeing that his mother was fixed in place, he looked at Ao Han with eyes full of hatred.

He hated this man. If it weren't for him, how could he have been separated from his mother for so long? If it weren't for him, how could he have been trapped in that small conch for so many years?

"Let go of my mom!"

The little river god suddenly erupted, and a stream of red spiritual power rushed straight towards Ao Han.

Although his cultivation was not good, he still managed to break Ao Han's control over An Huainan and Fang Zhao.

"An Huainan!"

Fang Zhao ran over and hugged An Huainan who had fallen to the ground.

"Zhao, I'm fine."

A mouthful of blood spurted out of An Huainan's mouth. He looked at the woman in front of him weakly and comforted her.

“That’s enough!”

Ao Han never expected that his child would have such a strong grudge against him that he would be so ruthless in every move.

Unable to bear it any longer, Ao Han had to use his spiritual power to create a cocoon and trap the little river god in mid-air.

"I didn't expect that my shadow would develop its own thoughts in the cycle of reincarnation."

A bitter smile appeared on Ao Han's lips. The spiritual power he had just used showed that he was indeed helpless against this shadow.

After many reincarnations, the shadow's bones and blood have become increasingly full-bodied, and it has even evolved into its own three souls and six spirits.

An Huainan is now a living person separated from himself.

"If you dare to hurt An Huainan again, I will never forgive you!"

Fang Zhao protected An Huainan in front of her, and she would not allow him to be hurt again.

Ao Han looked at the woman in front of him, then looked at the little river god trapped by him. The two people who originally belonged to him were now looking at him with hatred.

"Okay, I'll let you go."

After a long time, Ao Han said.