The shadow was so fast that Luo Jiujiang could only distinguish its color but could not see its shape clearly. Just as he was about to identify it carefully, a pair of hands suddenly came from behind Luo Jiujiang, one arm wrapped around Luo Jiujiang's chest and shoulders, while the other hand covered Luo Jiujiang's eyes.
The palm of her hand gently covering Luo Jiujiang's eyes was just the right amount of warmth, as if it had just been baked by the sun.
"It's ugly, don't look at it." Han Qianling said softly, "That was my original self."
"What?" Luo Jiujiang asked in a lost voice.
Han Qianling remained silent, but he could feel Luo Jiujiang blink, his eyelashes brushing against his palm, a tickling sensation. Luo Jiujiang had indeed closed his eyes as he had been told. They were always like this: if one side had a clear point of view, the other side would be willing to comply with the other's wishes.
"I don't want to stay here, Jiujiang, let's go out and talk."
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In the middle of the night, a small light was on in the main tent. Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling sat opposite each other, speechless for a moment.
Han Qianling stretched out his finger to adjust the wick of the lamp in the tent, and when he spoke again, his voice was slower than usual: "I promised to show you before... This is my dream. You know, the Dragon God is my father, and what you just witnessed was the Dragon God's death."
“…”
Given the relationship between Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling, neither of them should have to apologize to the other. But at this moment, Luo Jiujiang looked at Han Qianling's calm profile, and a sadness mixed with guilt surged in his heart.
"Qianling, I didn't know before..."
Han Qianling actually smiled: "Of course you don't know. Apart from the Four Elephants and Nine Clans and me, the Dragon God, this matter cannot be made public to anyone in the world."
“…”
"Before you went to sleep tonight, I told you about the dragon race's reproduction method, right?" Han Qianling pulled Luo Jiujiang towards him and rested his chin on Luo Jiujiang's shoulder. "When it comes to my father's level, not only can blood and saliva communicate with essence and blood... but even spiritual consciousness can."
"I didn't let you see it just now because it was really ugly." Han Qianling said solemnly, "Before the dragon died, it threw out all its hatred. That hatred gathered into a mountain spirit and transformed into a dragon egg, which is me."
"Before his death, he was powerless and only managed to tear the world into over three thousand pieces, failing to completely destroy it. Therefore, he created me to carry on his legacy. In this world today, the descendants of the Nine Clans and Four Symbols all inherit the complete memories of their ancestors, but I have only received fragmentary inheritance. Besides the details of his death, the Dragon God didn't leave me much else—perhaps he felt I didn't need anything else."
"..." Luo Jiujiang originally had his hand on Han Qianling's back, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but tighten his arm.
"I was born bearing the full weight of the Dragon God's hatred, destined to bear the most evil aspect of the dragon race. On the day of my birth, five planets should have aligned, Mars in the center, the Big Dipper reversed its course, countless volcanoes erupted, and seven days of heavy rain descended as a sign. And then, I, this unkind creature, was born.
When I land, I will naturally devour and destroy. All good order will fall by my hand. Starting from the Holy Land, I will cause the mountains to collapse, the rivers to flow backward, and the sky and the earth to lose their color. Wherever I pass, corpses will be scattered and blood will flow. Every world I pass through will be reduced to dust, and every living being I meet will bear the blood debt that was born from my father's blood when the world first began.
Every bit of destruction and annihilation will contribute to my strength. Even if I am finally surrounded and killed by three thousand worlds, at least half of the worlds will be filled with the sound of countless ghosts crying, and the other half will be reduced to scorched earth."
"... sounds pretty scary, but you're not."
"Yes." Han Qianling licked his lips gently, revealing his white teeth and making him look more like a dragon. "The dragon god miscalculated. I couldn't be born immediately."
At this point, he parted the curtain of the main tent and nudged Luo Jiujiang with his shoulder, motioning him to look back into the vast night. "I was born from the hatred of the Dragon God and the union of mountain spirits and water spirits. If the Dragon God is my biological father, then the Holy Mountain is my mother. When the world was newly born, although it quickly shattered into over 3,000 pieces, a faint order emerged within it. When the dragon egg was born in the heart of the mountain, the rules of the world, through the power of the Holy Mountain, suppressed me beneath the mountain for ten thousand years. You should have seen it in your dreams. The Holy Mountain beneath you was originally a thousand peaks of green, but the moment I was suppressed, thousands of peaks and valleys piled with snow, which has not melted to this day, forming the Holy Mountain you see today."
"This is also the reason why I named myself Han Qianling."
"The Holy Mountain spent over thirteen thousand years dispelling half of my hostility, but it can do nothing about the rest. And I still have to constantly battle against evil thoughts, never able to clear my mind... The small amount of malicious intent that remains should actually be placed under the protection of Madam Chen."
"...I always thought that Madam Chen was your mother." Luo Jiujiang murmured.
"Mrs. Chen? The islanders have always misunderstood me this way. Since everyone in the world has mortal parents, I've never corrected her. But if you think about it carefully, I've never actually called her mother."
"..." Luo Jiujiang did remember: "When I wanted to burn paper for her, you stopped me." And on Chen Shuhong's tombstone, Han Qianling never engraved any signature such as "The unfilial son Han Qianling stands here".
"Well, she's not even worthy of kneeling before you." Han Qianling said calmly, "Strictly speaking, Madam Chen isn't even my biological mother. When the dragon egg entered my body, I borrowed her dantian, not her womb. It's just that when people see a woman with a big belly, they always think she's pregnant. In fact, I was just an outsider borrowing her dantian to cultivate my dragon body into a human one."
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