"After saying all that, there's still no reaction. Could it be an ear problem?" Shunacha muttered to himself.
The child still did not react.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the child stopped in front of a cave and silently went inside. The dark cave didn't smell much, but it felt lonely and cold.
Shunacha could vaguely see something carved on the stone wall inside the cave.
Snap!
A tiny flame rose; the child had skillfully built a fire and lit it. The orange flames slightly dispelled the chill, gradually warming the cave and illuminating the writing on the stone walls.
Shunacha glanced at it casually and suddenly exclaimed, "There are words on the stone wall!"
The child paused slightly as he poked at the fire, then resumed his normal actions, only a hint of cruelty gradually appearing in his eyes.
Shunacha excitedly arrived at the stone wall, tilted his head back, and began to look at the writing on it. The more he looked, the more astonished he became.
They were a loving couple, but in the end, they turned against each other with weapons.
They were like-minded friends, but in the end, they were burned to death.
Originally a loving mother, she ended up personally criticizing her child, wishing she could kill him.
It was written about the same person, who treated everyone with sincerity, yet each time met a tragic end.
From sadness, heartbreak, and confusion, to madness, resentment, and unwillingness, and then to numbness, indifference, and escapism.
The original lengthy account of a person's life has been reduced to a few brief mentions of their name.
Shuna blinked, then blinked again, slowly turning her head to look at the child quietly starting the fire, and stammered, "Um... is this you?"
The child looked up at him calmly, a twisted madness in his eyes, like a wild beast about to attack.
“Prince Changqin…the celestial music god! The immortal who played the qin on Mount Buzhou back then!” Shunacha suddenly became agitated, pacing back and forth like a caged beast, his anger burning as if he were about to burst into flames: “This is not fair! How could you become like this?! In that battle, you and Qianyu were both innocent! It was Gonggong who crashed into Mount Buzhou!”
The child was suddenly stunned.
He was clearly a little confused, his lips slowly opening and closing as he uttered a few words: "Who...are...you...?"
Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for so long, his voice sounded hoarse and dry.
"Me? I am Zhong Gu! You clearly saw that Gonggong crashed into Buzhou Mountain, but what truly caused it to collapse was that I deflected Zhurong's attack! You clearly had nothing to do with this! Never to become an immortal? Lacking kinship and affection? Destined for loneliness and misfortune? What does all this mean?"
Suddenly, Shunacha rushed over and grabbed the arm of the child who hadn't reacted in time. Her round eyes were wide open, almost as if they were spitting fire: "Don't be afraid! My father will have a way!"
Qin Meng had already calmed down when she sat on the little fat dragon's claw.
He never expected that the boy who had inexplicably followed him would actually be Zhong Gu.
The familiar aura that Zhong Gu mentioned must be because Zhong Gu remembered his aura during the battle back then.
Having traversed many lifetimes, his soul's aura had gradually become mixed, yet it was still possible to detect his presence... This bell and drum's memory must be truly remarkable.
He himself has almost forgotten everything about ancient times...
A fierce wind howled within Mount Buzhou, and snow continued to fall.
When Qin Meng saw the enormous, silvery body in the distance, her eyes flickered slightly, and the image of the ancient, majestic figure that could support the sky with just a slight lift of its head appeared in her mind.
This magnificent existence inspires awe whenever it is seen.
"Father! Father! Father!"
Shunacha called out to his father with a dragon's roar as he flew straight toward the dragon's head. His enormous body looked like a silkworm egg when he landed on the silver dragon's nose.
Countless miles away, the spiritual clone that was still floating in mid-air quietly dissipated, and the next second, the same clone condensed in front of Shu Naicha.
Shunacha put Qin Meng down, transformed into human form, and hopped around, rattling off the whole story. He angrily exclaimed, "I always felt something was wrong. The God of Fire, Zhurong, is a god, yet he dared to cause trouble in Buzhou Mountain. How come an immortal came along? So he's just a scapegoat!"
Qin Meng, the scapegoat: "..."
Long Xun listened expressionlessly, then reached out and ruffled Shu Naicha's hair before looking at Qin Meng: "I thought you would dissipate, but I didn't expect you to survive like this."
Qin Meng twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a somewhat eerie smile, and said, word by word, "Fate... is difficult... to defy... but I will... go against the heavens..."
Long Xun stared at him quietly for a long time before saying, "Fate is unfair, and your actions are understandable. Do you know why there are restrictions on your choice of a soul-transferring body, and why accidents often occur?"
Qin Meng looked at him quietly.
The dragon's spiritual clone emitted a faint silver light from its eyes, as if it could see the causal threads of the past and future in Qin Meng's body.
"You were supposed to be reincarnated, but you suffered misfortune, and the soul of the person you were meant to be born into was taken over by another soul. Once you find the reincarnation that belongs to you, you can cross over to the next life. The destiny in the dark is still pulling you along."
"However, because your soul has split in two and your life spirit has become a sword spirit, the so-called lack of kinship and affection, the solitary fate, and the inability to become an immortal are no longer valid."
"But if your two souls are to merge, not to mention that you will naturally enter the cycle of reincarnation and be subject to the rule of fate after you die in this life, the aura of your soul is already impure... Whether the merging of souls will be successful is still another matter."
“Naicha is right. Your punishment is not equal to the responsibility you should bear.” Long Xun squatted down, looked at Qin Meng at eye level, and said slowly, “I can help you. First, I can help you reunite your souls, but this requires the consent of your four vital spirits. Second, I can help you reunite your new souls. During this period, you will suffer. Every thirty years, you will return to the form of an infant and grow up again. It will take a total of one hundred and fifty years to regenerate the missing four vital spirits.”
"Now, it's your choice," Long Xun said.
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