The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 920 - 430: You Are My Child (Part 4)
Taihua was slightly stunned, then suddenly laughed.
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The decaying ancient ship was deeply embedded into the glacier, the Blood Moon a crimson and eerie sight.
Under the moonlight, it illuminated the old man’s blood-stained and sinister face.
"I’m sorry."
Taihua forcefully pulled out the Iron Sword, watching as the elderly man lost his breath and heartbeat in her arms, the howling wind across the Ice Sea was so cold, it seemed capable of freezing her heart.
She lifted her head, shedding golden tears, and the entire world trembled with a sudden roar.
As if welcoming the birth of a new king.
Yet she felt no joy, only a heart-wrenching pain.
Not only from the sudden curse, but also that indescribable heartache.
In a daze, someone approached her, quietly draping a garment over her shoulder before stepping away.
She raised her head, but no one was in sight.
The wind and snow remained bitterly cold, falling upon that black cloak.
The sharply-defined snowflakes melted into her eyes.
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In the dark room, the porcelain and tea set on the desk were swept to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Taihua was painfully enduring the torment of the Nightmare, her black hair disheveled, her eyes veined with blood. This pillar of the Human World was curling up like a child in the corner of the sofa, striving not to make a sound, because she represented the will of order, she couldn’t let others see her weakness and vulnerability.
It was as if she had returned to that Ice Sea shrouded by the Blood Moon.
Her deceased husband and former comrades returned from Hell, angrily accusing her of betrayal.
To cut her into pieces with a thousand blades.
Her breathing grew heavier, the golden hue in her eyes intensified, unable to suppress a terrifying roar.
The Qi of a Heavenly Person was on the verge of being unleashed.
At this moment, someone placed a hand on her shoulder.
The blade of the sword whistled past, severing all those ghost shadows of nightmares.
Taihua awoke as if from a dream, not knowing when a cup of hot tea appeared before her.
A pitch-black Cross Iron Sword lay across the table, the silent boy tidying up the fragments scattered on the ground until the study was spotlessly clean, then he nodded at her and exited through the door.
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Over the years, Taihua had many dreams like this.
In the dream, there was always such a big boy who appeared.
Taihua didn’t know whose child this was, or why he could appear beside her in her loneliest moments, sometimes draping a garment over her, other times brewing her a cup of tea. More often, he remained silent, just sitting silently by her side, accompanying her to watch the sunrise and sunset, his gaze equally solitary.
Every time she tried to speak to him, he dissipated like a reflection in water.
Taihua had experienced countless farewells of life and death, but only when this boy left did she feel reluctant.
But she wasn’t afraid.
Because there would always be another meeting.
Whenever her curse acted up again.
He would always appear on time.
Come rain or shine.
Taihua wanted very much to ask who are you, why do you stay by my side, aren’t you afraid of me.
Why do you come and go so quickly, why is your gaze so lonely?
If you are so lonely, would you like to... be my child?
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Gu Jianlin reached out a trembling hand, and the woman before him disappeared like a mirage, eventually dissolving into a brilliant golden light, accompanied by the sound of morning bells and evening drums, turning into a silent sense of Zen.
He did not know what was happening, clearly he had already prepared the ritual.
And had brought back the fruit to reverse life and death.
He fought desperately to break out of the siege, why could he still not change this outcome.
A great anger and powerlessness enveloped him, his grief erupted like a volcano.
In the end, he spat out a mouthful of blood, swaying unsteadily.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion.
Someone gently extended a finger, resting it against his brow.
"So it was you after all."
Gu Jianlin looked up and saw a gentle smiling face, her white hair seemingly cascading to three thousand feet.
"Don’t be sad, remember the promise I made with you."
Taihua said softly, "I won’t leave, I will always be there for you, when you are heavily wronged, when you feel the weight of the world is unbearable, when you are most helpless."
She paused, "Because, you are my child."
