The noble emperor covered his face and cried bitterly. The great pain in his heart made him fall from heaven to earth.
Becoming weak, exhausted, and crazy.
He went from waiting with hope at the beginning to being numb and in a cycle now.
Because of the rules, he didn't even dare to do anything beyond the ordinary people's reach. Even when he looked back at the past, he did so secretly behind people's backs.
The emperor was afraid that his small actions would harm his son.
He really missed his child, so he secretly used his power to create a mirror.
Since you won't allow me to destroy all the worlds, then I will turn this world into hell.
The day my son returns, the day this world ends.
Rules cannot interfere with the actions of gods. Throughout the entire timeline, this world owes that child a lot.
For eternity, the little fat boy would not live past the age of twenty, and would be alone and helpless for eternity.
In a closed loop, it is unclear what arrives first.
A sigh came from heaven and earth, and there was no interference with Yan Jiyuan's actions.
At that time, the emperor did not know that his son would never have a good end after reincarnation for thousands of times.
He was just determined to seek justice for his child.
Thus, this world ushered in more than 8,000 years of decline and destruction.
Fortunately, the people with good intentions have not forgotten what Xiaopang said.
Those people with ulterior motives have been suffering in this hell on earth for countless years.
Especially the royal family members, who were tortured by Emperor Mingxi to the point where they were unable to live or die.
I thought death was the end, but I never expected that I would die again every time I started over.
Because he had died too many times, which led to the next reincarnation, Emperor Xuande, Concubine Lin and others were extremely afraid of Emperor Mingxi.
Even though they couldn't find the reason, they couldn't fake the palpitations they felt every time they saw him.
Especially after the heart palpitations, there will be endless torture.
What is it to walk through mountains of swords and seas of fire? What is it to be torn to pieces by a chariot, cauldroned with oil, or burned as a sky lantern?
Yan Jiyuan used all the tortures on their bodies. Although their bodies were no longer in human form, they still had souls.
Concubine Lin and others will always remember how Yan Jiyuan shed tears while capturing the souls of several people.
For more than eight thousand generations, every generation has been like this.
The emperor waited for so many lifetimes, and in the end, he had become insane, savage, and dull. He could not even think like a human, and only followed his instinct to torture his enemies and end his reincarnation.
If there wasn't a glimmer of hope in his heart, he might have destroyed himself in time long ago.
Maybe it's more than just expectation.
He also had a deep understanding of self-loathing. If he were not so arrogant, he would think he could easily deal with the royal family.
How could his child end up being mutilated in order to save his grandmother?
The dragon scales peeled off piece by piece, the dragon blood nourished the plants, and the dragon flesh turned into embryos to rebuild the bodies of loved ones.
Boundless regret and endless self-blame were like a sharp blade, trapping Emperor Mingxi in place and making it impossible for him to escape.
The black fog engulfed the entire world, splitting it into two.
Everything remains the same as usual, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the weather is good.
The other half of the world has no moon all year round, people have lost the ability to reproduce and are deprived of death.
There is only endless reincarnation.
But the emperor who brought all the suffering was even more miserable than them.
He wailed miserably all day long, and the black mist without a body filled the entire world, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying.
Sometimes he would remember that he still had to find his child, so he would turn into a dragon.
A golden dragon that is different from the little fat cub.
He is a black dragon that makes you feel like you have fallen into an endless hell at the first sight of him.
The black dragon's body covered the sky and the sun, and when he went to find his son, the time that was divided into two would come together again.
The black dragon was hovering in the sky, like a being that couldn't find a way out.
He would cry, and his crying was hoarse and shrill like a devil.
People in the world shouldn't have understood what he said, but Heilong remembered that his child spoke human language.
He flew from one end of the world to the other: "Fish come home, fish come home."
The vague mumbling, with deep expectation and longing, was like a raging fire, ready to ignite herself: "Yu'er, Yu'er."
Over time, people in the world also knew that he was looking for someone named Yuer.
Some people also thought that since Black Dragon was looking for him, could they create a "Yuer"?
Unfortunately, humanity's fear of him had reached its peak, and his proposal was rejected almost as soon as it was proposed.
"Woo--er, Yu'er, where are you?" The huge black dragon coiled into a line, and tears of blood kept falling from its dark eyes.
He gazed at the stars, looked down at the vast land, and stopped crying for a while. After a while, he began to call out incoherently: "Yu'er."
Sometimes, when he was clear-headed, he would think of all the fun he had with the little fat boy. He would curl up in the sky, grinning foolishly, or whisper cautiously to the air.
It's like talking to a person.
Sometimes he would remember that his son had been murdered, and with tears and blood he would dig out those people and execute them.
Everyone knows that such a person is a complete lunatic.
But even such a madman can show mercy.
Every year on the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, the black dragon will disappear in the sky, the darkness will fall silent, and the world's life will come on that day. Thousands of flowers will bloom in their full splendor, and on that day, the world will be breathtakingly beautiful.
Thus, a legend quietly spread among the people: "This day is the birthday of Yu'er."
Whether it is a black or white world, people will offer their best things as sacrifices.
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