Xiao Jue walked to the center of the courtyard and looked up toward the Four Kingdoms Sacred Mountain, where the sacred melody, attempting to control the soul, had once been projected. The cold sheath of the Guihong Ruler reflected the clear sky. He lowered his head, gazing at his daughter's peaceful sleeping face, at the pure, untainted strand of saliva dangling from her lips.
A deep voice, carrying a calmness and a touch of compassion that penetrates the clamor, flows gently in the evening breeze, like the gentlest sigh of chaos itself:
"In the name of nature's music, the reality is imprisonment."
"Pretending to be a purifying hand, I'm applying the punishment of domestication."
"This brain-piercing demonic sound..."
He extended his finger and, extremely gently, used the edge of his fingertip to carefully wipe away the drop of water on his daughter's lips, which was about to fall and reflected the golden sunset light. The slightly cool, moist touch was full of the freshness of life.
"...the self-righteous so-called 'holy baptism,'"
He withdrew his finger, and the tiny but pure drop of water trembled slightly on his fingertips, then evaporated silently into the air, leaving no trace.
"I can't resist it,"
His gaze once again turned to the distance, where it seemed as if the silent wailing of the hymn's collapse and the throbbing of countless souls awakening from their mental shackles could still be heard.
"When Chaos First Cried..."
In the courtyard, Lingbao unconsciously made a "hmm" sound in his sleep, licked his lips with his little tongue, and another tiny trace of saliva oozed out.
“…this ignorant yet free breath.”
That subtle smacking of lips was like the most thorough denial of all mental cages, like the most compassionate mute button in the universe, pressing down all the noise and illusions. Only the rustling of the leaves in the evening breeze and the steady breathing of the daughter in his arms intertwined into the most peaceful and harmonious melody in the world.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com