The heart of the Holy Mountain was empty. Han Qianling's voice, neither too loud nor too soft, stirred up an echo. However, other than that, there was no movement in the Holy Mountain. Even the water in the deep pool in the center did not ripple.
It's like a mother who is at a loss as to what to do when her son suddenly turns against her and finds that all her old tricks are no longer effective.
"But those rocks you threw at me before could only knock off a few fragile fragments from my soul, just as my counterattacks seemed completely incapable of damaging my foundation in your eyes."
Han Qianling took off his knee-high boots on the shore and carefully placed the heels of both boots together, arranging them neatly. He casually discussed this with Shengshan, as if they were just chatting casually, "Since neither of us can do anything to the other, let's just live in peace, Mother."
"I'll leave after I get what I want. I won't keep you long."
As he said this, his face darkened slightly, and the last trace of his false smile disappeared. Under the reflection of the dark blue light of the pond, his expression was quite unpredictable.
If there were an outsider here, he would definitely be surprised by Han Qianling's attitude.
Palace Master Han of the Deep Snow Palace, though occasionally aloof, was always courteous and considerate. Even though he had omitted many unnecessary formalities in the Suzaku Realm compared to his time in the human settlements, in the eyes of the other demons, he was still considered a staid and fussy person.
...Even when the Five Colors Pavilion Master wanted to propose to him in public, Han Qianling never spoke in such a cold tone.
If we go back further in time, to the more than ten years when he was in Qidao, the scene before our eyes will be even more puzzling - even though Han Qianling had spent those years under Chen's insults and beatings, he was still polite and courteous when he was alone with Chen, and Chen didn't even have any blood relationship with him.
Han Qianling is such a person, how could he be so indifferent to his own mother.
...But from another perspective, this is also Han Qianling tearing off all his disguises to the Holy Mountain.
He probably harbored years of deep-seated hatred for all living beings in the world except Luo Jiujiang, but the only emotion he had towards the Holy Mountain was perhaps one that he himself was not even aware of, with resentment greater than hatred.
Perhaps from the deepest part of his heart, although Han Qianling would never admit it, he did have a desire for the position of "mother".
Only when you care will you feel resentment.
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After everything was ready, Han Qianling stopped talking to Shengshan. He walked barefoot, step by step, into the cold, gloomy waters of the pond.
The Holy Mountain Spiritual Spring was also unlike any other place. Its bottom was devoid of silt, only white stone that felt as cold as jade. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator stepping on it would feel a chill that no spiritual energy could resist, rising from their soles and along their foot meridians. Yet, Han Qianling remained expressionless, his steps as steady as if they were merely stepping on ordinary carpet.
When the water reached Han Qianling's waist, the hem of his clothes floated up slowly, shaking like ripples in the water. If you look down at this cold pool from above, you can see that Han Qianling is surrounded by a dark blue flower.
Han Qianling silently slipped into the depths of the cold pond, his figure as nimble as a swimming fish. The blue water obscured his form, as if he had become one with the water.
The closer to the water, the dimmer the light should be, but this pool of spiritual spring seems to be an exception. Every time Han Qianling dives deeper, the light at the bottom of the lake becomes brighter.
After diving for dozens of feet, Han Qianling finally reached the bottom of the cold pool.
The white stone bottom of the cold pond was dotted with many bright fragments, the light was so beautiful that at first glance it could almost be mistaken for stars lost in the world. The light was dazzling but also cold, but in Han Qianling's eyes, it only felt kind.
Those tiny fragments were once part of him.
Han Qianling approached the fragments and recalled how he had escaped from the holy land in the past. When he sensed that Chen's arrival had broken the balance between him and the holy mountain, and found that the suppressing force had loosened slightly, he almost recklessly followed the direction of his evil thoughts and threw himself into Chen's dantian.
At that moment, in order to escape the fate that had lasted for thousands of years, he ran away almost desperately. He abandoned the small fragments of his soul that he could have taken away, and the drop of Tao source that he could have taken away. Naturally, he also abandoned the evil thoughts that had merged with that Tao source.
When Han Qianling thinks of himself back then now, it feels like a lifetime ago.
I actually have such an impatient moment of losing composure.
Thinking of this, Han Qianling smiled slightly.
Everything he wanted, or rather the only thing he wanted, was now in his possession.
He won't be so anxious anymore.
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