Chapter 116 The Grand Finale: The Divine Kingdom is Formed, and a Divine Child is Born Again!
Since that belated honeymoon, time has flown by, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
On Lu Nian'an's first birthday, the small courtyard in Xishan was filled with laughter and joy.
Lu Zhenguo, Professor Chen, Black Bear... all the close relatives came and surrounded the little guy who was surrounded by love, their smiles brighter than the sun.
The noise subsided, and the moon rose high in the sky.
After putting her son, whose battery had run out from playing, to sleep, Su Wanqing stepped out of the room and saw that Lu Zhanting had already cleaned the yard spotless.
He stood under the osmanthus tree they had planted together, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, his figure outlined in a deep silhouette by the moonlight.
The sound of footsteps startled him.
Lu Zhanting turned around, the moonlight falling into his eyes, rippling with tenderness, and he reached out his hand to her.
Su Wanqing walked over, her fingertips touching the warmth of his palm, which he then tightly enveloped.
"Tired?" he asked softly, his fingertips gently caressing the back of her delicate hand.
"A little." Su Wanqing leaned against his shoulder, the clean scent of soap stalks lingering around her nose, mixed with the faint sweet fragrance of osmanthus in the air, weaving a net called peace of mind.
“Then let’s go home,” Lu Zhanting suddenly said.
Su Wanqing was slightly taken aback.
She looked up and met his eyes, which were filled with stars and laughter, and instantly understood what was going on.
She nodded vigorously.
"Okay, let's go home."
As she uttered those two words, Su Wanqing's thoughts raced.
The world before us has undergone a dramatic transformation.
The familiar courtyard in Xishan receded like the tide, the limited space was torn apart, and a brand new world, immeasurable in words, slowly unfolded before them.
The sky above was no longer the night sky of Earth, but a clear, blue expanse.
A "sun" radiating a soft halo hangs high above, with a few cotton candy-like white clouds drifting slowly by, so real it takes your breath away.
The small medicinal herb garden, covering several dozen square meters, has vanished, replaced by an endless plain.
Countless exotic flowers and plants, never before seen, covered the earth, as if the gods had spilled their palette, making every inch of the land colorful and full of life.
In the distance, majestic mountains, shrouded in ethereal mist, stretch endlessly, piercing the clouds.
At the highest peak, a waterfall cascades down like a giant silver dragon, its roar carrying a strange rhythm, before gathering at the foot of the mountain to form a vast, boundless lake.
The lake water is so clear that you can see the colorful pebbles on the bottom, and a rich spiritual atmosphere forms a thin mist that gently floats on the surface of the lake.
This is the spirit lake that evolved from that small spirit spring.
Beside the lake, a simple and elegant wooden house stands quietly, with upturned eaves and corners, exuding an extraordinary aura, yet blending perfectly with the surrounding landscape.
Several pure white deer were drinking water by the lake. When they saw them, they blinked their pure eyes curiously, and then lowered their heads again.
Two elegant red-crowned cranes stood alone on the shallows, preening their glossy feathers.
Countless butterflies, radiating various colors of light, chased and frolicked among the flowers.
Lu Zhanting was completely speechless.
This man, who had traversed the most treacherous corners of the world and witnessed countless magnificent sights, held his breath at this moment.
Any scenery before him far surpassed anything he had ever seen in his life.
"Qingqing, here..." His voice carried a hint of hoarseness and trembling that he himself was unaware of.
“This is our true home.” Su Wanqing gripped his hand tightly, her face filled with the unique satisfaction and pride of a creator. “After the final battle, my power was restored, and it was reborn, evolving into a complete world.”
She took his hand, and barefoot, she walked on the soft, velvety grass toward the lakeside house.
Every corner of the mansion seemed to have been moved directly from Su Wanqing's dream.
Pushing open the door, in the center of the courtyard stands a huge, unnamed ancient tree covered in pink blossoms, beneath which sits a set of warm, white jade table and stools.
The main house has floor-to-ceiling windows facing Linghu Lake, so you can see the lake and mountain scenery while lying in bed.
Lu Zhanting followed her into the east wing. There were no bookshelves there, only rows of orbs of light floating in the air, like quiet stars.
Su Wanqing stretched out her finger and gently touched one of them.
The ball of light instantly bloomed at her fingertips, transforming into an ancient medical tome gleaming with golden light, with countless profound characters flowing in the air.
She then led him to the west wing, which was the children's room prepared for Lu Nian'an.
With a slight thought, Su Wanqing noticed that Lu Nian'an, who was asleep, silently appeared from the crib outside the room onto the small bed woven from glowing vines in the center of the room.
Sensing the baby's presence, the light on the vines softened, and the crib began to sway very gently and rhythmically, more soothing than any cradle.
“Here, I decide the flow of time.” Su Wanqing turned around, leaned against Lu Zhanting’s chest, and explained softly, “We can make a month pass here, while only a day passes outside.”
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhanting's body jolted violently.
A tremendous, burning ecstasy exploded from the depths of his heart, sweeping through his limbs and bones.
He held his wife tightly in his arms, so tightly it was as if he wanted to meld her into his very being. His chin rested on the top of her head, and his voice was deep and powerful: “That’s wonderful…we can finally have some time that truly belongs to us.”
And so, the family of three began their blissful life in this world that belonged only to them, a life that seemed to stretch on forever.
There are no clocks here; people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, doing whatever they please.
At dawn, when the "sun" rises and its golden light bathes the earth, Lu Zhanting goes to practice his boxing under the huge waterfall.
His punches were no longer just simple moves; every movement caused the surrounding rich spiritual energy to surge and roar. Water vapor rose, and spiritual energy permeated his body. He could clearly feel his power transforming and sublimating at an alarming speed.
Su Wanqing would carry a small white jade bowl to collect the freshest morning dew from the flowers, which she would then use to brew tea and cook rice.
With a thought from her, the trees would bear the plumpest and sweetest fruits; wherever her gaze fell, the wheat in the fields would ripen instantly and be ground into the finest flour.
Xiao Nian'an always wakes up to the aroma of food.
He can walk now, and he loves chasing after those glowing butterflies, running all over the place, his giggles as clear and crisp as wind chimes. The grass here is soft and springy, and even when he falls, it only makes him laugh even harder.
The afternoon is a time for family to relax.
Lu Zhanting would take his son to play in the shallows of Linghu Lake.
The war god who once struck fear into the world now resembled the most clumsy yet most patient father, cradling his son's small body in his broad hands, teaching him to splash around in the warm, pure lake water. The tenderness on his face was a look he himself had never seen before.
Su Wanqing sat under an ancient tree not far away, holding a medical book, but her eyes were always following the two figures, one big and one small, by the water, and the smile on her lips never faded.
Occasionally, she would raise her hand to make the saplings next to her grow quickly, shading them from the overly intense sunlight; or she would make the colorful fish in the water leap out of the water, drawing a beautiful arc, which would make Xiao Nian'an clap her hands and scream.
In this world, she is an omnipotent god.
Everything she created was for her beloved family.
As night falls, a silver moon and countless stars appear in the sky, their trajectories both beautiful and mysterious.
After dinner, Lu Zhanting would use his hands, accustomed to holding guns, to carve various small wooden animals for his son. Su Wanqing would then rest her head on his lap and tell Xiao Nian'an interesting stories about flower and plant spirits from ancient medical texts.
Once the little one falls into a deep sleep, lulled by the starlight and the fragrance of flowers, it's a peaceful time just for the couple.
Hand in hand, they strolled through the glowing forest, their feet on a soft carpet of fungi, surrounded by dancing fireflies.
“I never dared to imagine that life could be like this.” Lu Zhanting stopped and hugged his wife from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “No missions, no reports, no fighting. Every day when I open my eyes, all I see is you, the children, and this peace.”
"Do you like it?" Su Wanqing turned her head and asked softly.
"I love you." Lu Zhanting answered without any hesitation. "I've traded half my life in the military for every second I spend with you all. It's all worth it."
Su Wanqing turned around, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.
This kiss was devoid of lust, filled only with an unyielding tenderness and love.
"Zhan Ting, do you know?" After a long silence, their lips parted, and Su Wanqing's forehead touched his, her voice as soft as a feather, "This space is actually the image of my heart. It was once barren and cramped, with only a spring struggling to stay afloat. It was you who, with your love and protection, gradually made grass grow and flowers bloom here. It was you who brought sunshine and rain to this place."
"It's not just my world, it's our world. Every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain, and every stream here bears our names."
Lu Zhanting's heart was gripped tightly by a huge surge of warmth.
He couldn't say anything, and could only hug the woman in front of him even tighter and deeper.
They stayed in this world for a whole month.
Xiao Nian'an spent the happiest time of his life. He could clearly call out "Dad" and "Mom," and even, under Lu Zhanting's guidance, he could perform a set of fitness boxing moves quite well.
For Lu Zhanting and Su Wanqing, this past month was a long-awaited period of true time alone together.
They talked a lot.
They talked about how amazed he was when he first saw her, how clumsy he was when he secretly prepared brown sugar cake for her; they also talked about her past loneliness and her fear when facing a powerful enemy.
Those deep-seated memories of the past, at this moment, become marks that bring two hearts closer together.
That day, they sat by the lake once again, watching the sunset paint the lake red.
"Qingqing, it's about time we went back," Lu Zhanting said softly. "Dad must be missing his grandson."
"Mm." Su Wanqing nodded, but a smile she couldn't hide spread across her face.
"What's wrong?" Lu Zhanting immediately noticed.
Su Wanqing didn't speak, but simply took his large, well-defined hand and gently placed it on her lower abdomen.
Lu Zhanting was taken aback at first.
The next second, his whole body froze.
An overwhelming joy, a hundred times more intense than when he first learned of the existence of the space, surged like a landslide and a tsunami, instantly engulfing his reason.
He could sense it.
Beneath that palm, within his wife's body, a tiny, new life was quietly sprouting.
“Qingqing…you…” His tongue went numb, he was so excited that he couldn’t even utter a complete word, and his eyes reddened at an alarming speed.
Su Wanqing nestled in his strong embrace, her face radiant with indescribable happiness and joy.
"Lu Zhanting, our family is about to have a new member."
Lu Zhanting could no longer hear any sound; only this sentence echoed repeatedly in his world.
He lowered his head and kissed his wife passionately and tenderly, kissing her forehead, her eyes, and her lips.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows of the two people, which intertwined tightly.
Not far away, Xiao Nian'an was chasing a colorful butterfly, her giggles carrying far.
The world's legend has long since come to an end.
And their family's ordinary, warm, and loving story has just begun its most beautiful new chapter.
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