Chapter 302 The Embryo of Heaven and Earth
A boy with a narrow waist and long legs, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a beautiful and refined appearance, cried his heart out, gasping for breath.
Her fair, jade-like face was streaked with tears and snot, turning her beautiful features into a mangled mess, too gruesome to look at.
"You damned bastard Tiandao! He didn't even mention this show! If my master dies, nobody else will live!"
"When I return, I will turn the Celestial Court upside down! The Six Realms will be in turmoil! They will all be buried with my master!"
As he cursed, he collapsed onto her and burst into another bawling cry, "You fierce woman, don't you want me anymore?!"
"Open your eyes and look at me!"
"Waaaah... If you die, I'll plant a grave mound on your head!"
"You live, I live; you die, I die; you and I, for all eternity, shall never be separated..."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
"Shut up!"
Anyone who wants to be associated with him will never be reincarnated!
I'm crying!
She's not dead yet!
Jiang Xianwan abruptly lifted her eyelashes, and before she could even see the scene before her, she was stunned by the sight of the boy who was lying on her body, crying like a dog.
Then... he took a long stride and mounted the horse.
He then smeared his tears and snot all over her body.
Jiang Xianwan, who had just opened her eyes, was then sat back down by a thud: "..."
"Waaaaah, you're awake! You're finally awake!"
"I almost buried you alive, I almost planted myself on your head!"
"You heartless tiger woman, you scared me to death! I thought you were going to die!"
Jiang Xianwan closed her eyes and pinched the back of his neck with her fingers. "If you don't roll off my stomach, hug my arms tighter, and cry louder, I'm going to die right now!"
"And another thing! Don't wipe your snot on me! Sniff it back!"
The boy in black: "..."
Meeting a pair of cold eyes, the wailing stopped abruptly, and she silently sniffed twice.
Then he silently loosened the two arms that were tightly locking her neck.
Finally... he silently sat up straight and moved his butt off her stomach.
He coughed lightly and nervously raised his head.
It's all those men's fault; the scene of them risking their lives to save Jiang Xianwan was so moving.
Because of Jiang Xianwan's impending return, he was moved and excited, and couldn't help but put on a dramatic mourning act.
Jiang Xianwan ignored him, propped herself up with her hands, and slowly sat up from the lake mirror.
Suddenly entering a world brimming with celestial energy, seemingly without end, she showed no surprise.
The terrifying afterimages, like countless threads, evolved into boundless sword intent in her eyes.
The aura of slaughter and ruthlessness intertwined and complemented each other, surging powerfully into the sky, disrupting the celestial orbits and casting a shadow over the vast universe.
Jiang Xianwan closed her eyes slightly.
The way of killing, the way of ruthlessness.
Cultivating both paths simultaneously.
This is the world within the tombstone, and the boy from before was the spirit of the tombstone.
The moment she opened her eyes, those illusory sword intents vanished silently, transforming into another scene.
The sky is half night and half day.
The golden wheel hangs in the center of the dome, looking down on all living beings with unquestionable majesty, spewing out golden-red flames that almost scorch the sky and boil the floating sea of clouds below.
However, it was right at the edge of this magnificent, all-encompassing light and flame.
The pale moon hung low in a corner of the sky, its chilly halo like a silent sigh, drifting above the scorching heavens.
In the deep blue depths that the dazzling halo of the golden wheel could not swallow, the tiny stars had not yet been completely extinguished.
It is faintly adorned, like silver dust left on a black jade plate.
Day and night permeate each other, vast and eerie, yet they can find each other's place in the same void.
But none of this was enough to stir the slightest ripple in her heart.
She sat cross-legged, her gaze following the streaks of shooting stars as they streaked across the sky and vanished. As the boy beside her furtively glanced down, her trembling eyelashes slowly and heavily fell.
Then you can see, beneath the mirror-like surface of the lake...
Two dragon-shaped immortal veins connect head to tail, their magnificent bodies forming a flawless and ever-flowing Tai Chi diagram.
It is like a natural paradise, absorbing the brilliance of the stars and gathering the essence of all directions, locking in the most primal power between heaven and earth.
It is protected from all external evils and suppressed all restlessness, and only the gentlest and purest power of creation is continuously poured into its core.
At the core of the array, where the immortal power was at its most intense and boiling, a radiant light enveloped something like an egg membrane—
A huge, shimmering clam shell.
The gaze seemed to freeze at that moment.
That eerie and awe-inspiring scene has been reduced to a painted curtain.
She stared intently at the closed clam shell, almost burning it through, until the color drained from her cheeks, leaving them as pale as torn, fragile paper.
Its sheer size was enough to make the giant Kun fold its wings. Its two clam shells were tightly closed, their curves perfectly round, like a primordial chaos formed at the beginning of time, suspended in the misty immortal fog.
Beyond the clam shell, ethereal energy surges like an ever-flowing tide.
All the immortal power was pouring into the clam shell endlessly, making it glisten and shine.
It resembles a flowing, ever-changing scroll of light, created by the crushing and melting of countless colors.
Heaven and Earth are like a womb.
In the endless silence, we await the moment of perfect liberation.
Jiang Xianwan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes lost their color, leaving only a deathly stillness and darkness.
My gaze was frozen, fixed on the clam shell beneath the lake's mirror-like surface. Everything else became a backdrop of nothingness, unable to let in the sunlight. My breath and blood seemed to freeze together.
Only the lingering pain that gnaws at your heart remains.
"Want to go out?"
The heavenly sound is magnificent, flowing like light, traversing thousands of peaks; wherever the sound reaches, reality and illusion become indistinguishable.
Jiang Xianwan slowly shifted her gaze, a hint of mockery appearing in her eyes.
"No, it shouldn't be like this. Do you want me to leave?"
The voice, silent for a long time, rang out again, ethereal and elusive, yet it was as if a thousand pounds of force had been concentrated into a single line, precisely seizing and gripping her vital point.
"Or, Jiang Xingxing's life or death."
"Or perhaps, it's something inside this immortal clam."
A rebellious son acts perversely, twists the spindle of fate, and violates divine law. This is tantamount to splashing blood on sacred scrolls, a transgression that no cause and effect can tolerate.
If it weren't for that evil entity beyond the Six Paths, stirring up the star chart, how could she have continued to act so recklessly?
How could she possibly give twins a chance to survive and rewrite their destiny?
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