"Baby, don't cry. What's wrong? Tell your father..." Every father looked worried and was busy comforting his child. The hall was filled with the sounds of crying.
"Something's strange about this. I need to think about it carefully and figure out what's going on." Zhuoyue's brows furrowed more and more as he paced back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.
A moment later, he turned around and walked forward step by step, circling around each child halfway, his deep gaze sweeping over their innocent faces.
Suddenly, Zhuoyue seemed to realize something, and stopped in his tracks, standing in a corner of the hall. He raised an eyebrow and scanned everyone, "Our children were all born on February 29th, which is what the spirit world calls the most Yin..."
“Yes, our children were all born on the same day, just at different times.” Someone’s expression changed slightly, then they gasped. “Legend has it that the most Yin people are neither good nor evil, and only one appears every few thousand years. Now four have appeared at once. Could this be the reason?”
“In our spirit world, there are many who are both righteous and evil, so it doesn’t seem like a big deal,” another person chimed in.
“I’m afraid someone will make a fuss about it…” Zhuoyue squinted, nodded, then shook his head. “The weather has indeed been unusual lately, and I’ve heard that the Empress has been frequently troubled by nightmares during her pregnancy, and the Spirit King is quite distressed about it…”
"Then what does that have to do with the child crying?" The man was still somewhat puzzled.
"Perhaps the child sensed something," Zhuoyue sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Does everyone remember the prophecy of this ten-thousand-year calamity?"
“How could I not remember? Legend has it that the calamity of ten thousand years is about to arrive, and this time it will be no ordinary one. I heard that the aquatic race will also suffer a catastrophic disaster. The spirit race has always been on good terms with the aquatic race, so naturally, the fish will be caught in the crossfire. These children are crying so hard, it might be a warning about something.” As Zhuoyue said this, he recalled what happened during the morning court session, and his expression suddenly changed. He thought to himself that something was wrong, and raised his hand to shoo everyone away, “You all leave quickly, go as far as you can, just go to a place where the children stop crying. Hurry up, or it will be too late.”
"This," someone exclaimed in astonishment, "why is this?"
"Let's go! Since the adults say so, they must have their reasons." Someone stepped out the door.
"Puff puff puff..." Just then, a red light flashed at the door, followed by the sound of wings flapping. Then, a red firebird stood at the door.
Wen Long dismounted from the firebird's back, his face gloomy and dark. He stepped in, looked at the babies in the arms of the crowd, and grinned coldly, "Not bad, just right. It saves me the trouble of running around again."
"These are the few monsters..." The firebird shook its body, a red light flashed, and it transformed into a little old man, who emerged from behind Wenlong and pointed at the child in front of it, "They're all here."
"What did you say? You said these children are monsters?" Zhuoyue stepped forward, pointing at the firebird, his face filled with disbelief and anger. "They're just children, how can you say such nonsense?"
"Their bodies were filled with too much yin energy, which clashed with the Queen's pregnancy energy, causing the baby in her womb, the future spirit master, to be restless day and night."
"You're talking nonsense. What proof do you have?"
"Hmph! This is the proof." Wen Long pulled out a strange triangular mirror from his sleeve. At the intersection of the intersecting lights, several bizarre images appeared…
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