Chapter 144
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As Xuan Long sailed along the Heavenly River, he was about to reach the Nine Heavens when a white light flashed in front of him, followed by a magnificent immortal in white who appeared before him.
That man was none other than Immortal Monarch Zhiyu, who was supposed to marry Yan Yuan. He had just been to the mortal world and had not found Yan Yuan, so he had returned to the Heavenly Realm to take a look, but by coincidence he had met him here.
"Emperor!"
Immortal Monarch Zhiyu had loved Yan Yuan for tens of thousands of years and valued him more than his own life, how could he imagine seeing Yan Yuan suffer like this? He frowned and could not hide his anxiety.
Xuan Long was forced to stop and take human form.
When Immortal Monarch Zhiyu saw the tragic state of Yan Yuan on Xuan Long's back, the corners of his eyes reddened: "Is this what you wanted?"
"You have to let him die for you to be satisfied?"
Having blocked two heavenly punishments just now, Xuan Long's internal injuries were not light, he had a scratch in his throat and resisted the urge to cough, remaining silent.
Seeing that Xuan Long was not moving, Immortal Monarch Zhiyu became more and more furious: "If you really want what is best for him, you should stay as far away from him as possible, don't give him unnecessary hope."
"Leave the Emperor to me."
It was not unusual for Immortal Monarch Zhiyu, as Yan Yuan's new empress, to make such a request. Xuan Long lowered Yan Yuan from his back and handed him over to the other party.
"Don't tell him that I went looking for him."
Unexpectedly, Xuan Long's first words were this. Immortal Monarch Zhiyu was slightly surprised, but after supporting Yan Yuan, he replied indifferently and flew away in the clouds and mist.
When he returned to the Heavenly Realm, the rain had cleared up and Lian Bi greeted him outside of Dongji Hall. She noticed at first glance that Xuan Long's face did not look right. If Xuan Long had seemed to be in a bad state before he left, at this point he could be described as being as white as a sheet.
"General? What's wrong with you?!"
"… Nothing"
Xuan Long's steps were weak as he walked towards the hall. As he stepped over the door barrier, his body swayed and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood while holding onto the door frame. He braced himself and continued to walk inside, but before he could take a few steps, he collapsed.
"General!!"
Xuan Long had left a trail of blood-stained footprints on the path he had walked, and because he was dressed in basalt clothes, his injuries and bleeding were not easily visible.
......
After Yan Yuan suffered the heavenly punishment, his tendons and veins were severed. All of the most capable healers in the Heavenly Realm were invited, and it took three days and nights to repair his tendons and veins, but it was impossible to return to the same flexibility as before within ten thousand years.
The heavenly punishment came down, and it was almost impossible for him to escape, but he was shielded by someone. Despite this, Yan Yuan was still in a coma for a whole month before he woke up.
Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he was blind in both eyes.
When he went to Mei Meng Mountain to look for the heavenly fruit, he lost two emotions and three desires, as well as his senses of hearing, smell and taste, and now his eyes were blind. He became completely and utterly useless.
Trauma can be healed, but illnesses of the heart are difficult to cure. If a person lives without hope, it is worse than death. To leave him alive and let him live on is the most vicious punishment.
Yan Yuan did not want to live like this.
Since he woke up, he had been lying still in bed, unwilling to eat or take medicine, letting his injuries deteriorate day by day. He was unable to hear, unable to see, and while he was able to communicate with others using voice transmission, he would not listen to anyone who tried to persuade him.
A'Zhi was temporarily placed in the Temple of Clouds, under the care of Ye Ling Shenjun. If the child were to see how sick his father was, he would most likely cry.
Even the most powerful of gods could not withstand such self-destruction.
Yan Yuan slept most of the time, sometimes not waking up for days. If he continued like this, his soul would disperse on its own, scattering to the mortal world without the need for a heavenly punishment to kill him.
Although he was rarely awake, his mind was clear and he knew what would happen to him. When his soul disperses, it will turn into ten thousand wisps of dust and will drift through the world, transcending the six realms and not entering the cycle of reincarnation, without ever meeting Xuan Long again.
It is too painful to love without being allowed to love, he has suffered once and that is enough, he could not bear the pain, he could not bear the burden of repeated suffering. He had finally lost to the Heavenly Way.
The bed was concealed by a heavy curtain, not letting in any light. An eloquent hand lifted the silver tent from the outside, and Ye Ling Shenjun slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
Yan Yuan was lying on his back, tears falling from the corners of his closed eyes and into his snow-white hair. Knowing that he must be thinking of Xuan Long again, Ye Ling produced a white handkerchief in his hand and wiped away Yan Yuan's tears with a soft sigh.
"Father knows you miss him, listen to my words and drink the medicine, then I will ask him to come and see you, okay?"
Even if Xuan Long was disgusted with Yan Yuan, he would be willing to make a trip for the sake of Ye Ling's dignity.
But what would happen after he came?
There was nothing after that.
Yan Yuan didn't want to disturb him anymore.
He just wanted to leave quietly, to save himself some dignity, hoping that when Xuan Long thought of him in the future, he would not find him annoying.
Unable to wait for Yan Yuan's answer, Ye Ling gave up and lifted his fingertips, tenderly touching Yan Yuan's silver-white hair, almost choking up, "Yuan'er, what exactly do you want from Father..."
"As long as you ask... Father can do it, I will do everything for you, okay..."
"You must not torture yourself like this again..."
A wound on a child's body, a pain in a parent's heart. Ever since Yan Yuan woke up, Ye Ling had tried everything he could say and do to give him hope for life, but Yan Yuan just didn't respond.
If it wasn't for the fact that he could sense Yan Yuan's weak breath, Ye Ling would almost have thought he was dead.
He lay there quietly, like a noble and gloomy statue, obviously still so young, yet forced to suffer a trauma he should not have to endure, and his body and mind were decaying to the core.
Ye Ling did not know who else could save his child.
He thought that today, Yan Yuan would be reluctant to speak as usual, but after a few moments, Yan Yuan's bloodless lips moved. Ye Ling moved closer to listen and heard him say:
"Father... I am in pain..."
As his words fell, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.
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As Xuan Long sailed along the Heavenly River, he was about to reach the Nine Heavens when a white light flashed in front of him, followed by a magnificent immortal in white who appeared before him.
That man was none other than Immortal Monarch Zhiyu, who was supposed to marry Yan Yuan. He had just been to the mortal world and had not found Yan Yuan, so he had returned to the Heavenly Realm to take a look, but by coincidence he had met him here.
"Emperor!"
Immortal Monarch Zhiyu had loved Yan Yuan for tens of thousands of years and valued him more than his own life, how could he imagine seeing Yan Yuan suffer like this? He frowned and could not hide his anxiety.
Xuan Long was forced to stop and take human form.
When Immortal Monarch Zhiyu saw the tragic state of Yan Yuan on Xuan Long's back, the corners of his eyes reddened: "Is this what you wanted?"
"You have to let him die for you to be satisfied?"
Having blocked two heavenly punishments just now, Xuan Long's internal injuries were not light, he had a scratch in his throat and resisted the urge to cough, remaining silent.
Seeing that Xuan Long was not moving, Immortal Monarch Zhiyu became more and more furious: "If you really want what is best for him, you should stay as far away from him as possible, don't give him unnecessary hope."
"Leave the Emperor to me."
It was not unusual for Immortal Monarch Zhiyu, as Yan Yuan's new empress, to make such a request. Xuan Long lowered Yan Yuan from his back and handed him over to the other party.
"Don't tell him that I went looking for him."
Unexpectedly, Xuan Long's first words were this. Immortal Monarch Zhiyu was slightly surprised, but after supporting Yan Yuan, he replied indifferently and flew away in the clouds and mist.
When he returned to the Heavenly Realm, the rain had cleared up and Lian Bi greeted him outside of Dongji Hall. She noticed at first glance that Xuan Long's face did not look right. If Xuan Long had seemed to be in a bad state before he left, at this point he could be described as being as white as a sheet.
"General? What's wrong with you?!"
"… Nothing"
Xuan Long's steps were weak as he walked towards the hall. As he stepped over the door barrier, his body swayed and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood while holding onto the door frame. He braced himself and continued to walk inside, but before he could take a few steps, he collapsed.
"General!!"
Xuan Long had left a trail of blood-stained footprints on the path he had walked, and because he was dressed in basalt clothes, his injuries and bleeding were not easily visible.
......
After Yan Yuan suffered the heavenly punishment, his tendons and veins were severed. All of the most capable healers in the Heavenly Realm were invited, and it took three days and nights to repair his tendons and veins, but it was impossible to return to the same flexibility as before within ten thousand years.
The heavenly punishment came down, and it was almost impossible for him to escape, but he was shielded by someone. Despite this, Yan Yuan was still in a coma for a whole month before he woke up.
Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he was blind in both eyes.
When he went to Mei Meng Mountain to look for the heavenly fruit, he lost two emotions and three desires, as well as his senses of hearing, smell and taste, and now his eyes were blind. He became completely and utterly useless.
Trauma can be healed, but illnesses of the heart are difficult to cure. If a person lives without hope, it is worse than death. To leave him alive and let him live on is the most vicious punishment.
Yan Yuan did not want to live like this.
Since he woke up, he had been lying still in bed, unwilling to eat or take medicine, letting his injuries deteriorate day by day. He was unable to hear, unable to see, and while he was able to communicate with others using voice transmission, he would not listen to anyone who tried to persuade him.
A'Zhi was temporarily placed in the Temple of Clouds, under the care of Ye Ling Shenjun. If the child were to see how sick his father was, he would most likely cry.
Even the most powerful of gods could not withstand such self-destruction.
Yan Yuan slept most of the time, sometimes not waking up for days. If he continued like this, his soul would disperse on its own, scattering to the mortal world without the need for a heavenly punishment to kill him.
Although he was rarely awake, his mind was clear and he knew what would happen to him. When his soul disperses, it will turn into ten thousand wisps of dust and will drift through the world, transcending the six realms and not entering the cycle of reincarnation, without ever meeting Xuan Long again.
It is too painful to love without being allowed to love, he has suffered once and that is enough, he could not bear the pain, he could not bear the burden of repeated suffering. He had finally lost to the Heavenly Way.
The bed was concealed by a heavy curtain, not letting in any light. An eloquent hand lifted the silver tent from the outside, and Ye Ling Shenjun slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
Yan Yuan was lying on his back, tears falling from the corners of his closed eyes and into his snow-white hair. Knowing that he must be thinking of Xuan Long again, Ye Ling produced a white handkerchief in his hand and wiped away Yan Yuan's tears with a soft sigh.
"Father knows you miss him, listen to my words and drink the medicine, then I will ask him to come and see you, okay?"
Even if Xuan Long was disgusted with Yan Yuan, he would be willing to make a trip for the sake of Ye Ling's dignity.
But what would happen after he came?
There was nothing after that.
Yan Yuan didn't want to disturb him anymore.
He just wanted to leave quietly, to save himself some dignity, hoping that when Xuan Long thought of him in the future, he would not find him annoying.
Unable to wait for Yan Yuan's answer, Ye Ling gave up and lifted his fingertips, tenderly touching Yan Yuan's silver-white hair, almost choking up, "Yuan'er, what exactly do you want from Father..."
"As long as you ask... Father can do it, I will do everything for you, okay..."
"You must not torture yourself like this again..."
A wound on a child's body, a pain in a parent's heart. Ever since Yan Yuan woke up, Ye Ling had tried everything he could say and do to give him hope for life, but Yan Yuan just didn't respond.
If it wasn't for the fact that he could sense Yan Yuan's weak breath, Ye Ling would almost have thought he was dead.
He lay there quietly, like a noble and gloomy statue, obviously still so young, yet forced to suffer a trauma he should not have to endure, and his body and mind were decaying to the core.
Ye Ling did not know who else could save his child.
He thought that today, Yan Yuan would be reluctant to speak as usual, but after a few moments, Yan Yuan's bloodless lips moved. Ye Ling moved closer to listen and heard him say:
"Father... I am in pain..."
As his words fell, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.
As Xuan Long sailed along the Heavenly River, he was about to reach the Nine Heavens when a white light flashed in front of him, followed by a magnificent immortal in white who appeared before him.That man was none other than Immortal Monarch Zhiyu, who was supposed to marry Yan Yuan. He had just been to the mortal world and had not found Yan Yuan, so he had returned to the Heavenly Realm to take a look, but by coincidence he had met him here."Emperor!"Immortal Monarch Zhiyu had loved Yan Yuan for tens of thousands of years and valued him more than his own life, how could he imagine seeing Yan Yuan suffer like this? He frowned and could not hide his anxiety.Xuan Long was forced to stop and take human form.When Immortal Monarch Zhiyu saw the tragic state of Yan Yuan on Xuan Long's back, the corners of his eyes reddened: "Is this what you wanted?""You have to let him die for you to be satisfied?"Having blocked two heavenly punishments just now, Xuan Long's internal injuries were not light, he had a scratch in his throat and resisted the urge to cough, remaining silent.Seeing that Xuan Long was not moving, Immortal Monarch Zhiyu became more and more furious: "If you really want what is best for him, you should stay as far away from him as possible, don't give him unnecessary hope.""Leave the Emperor to me."It was not unusual for Immortal Monarch Zhiyu, as Yan Yuan's new empress, to make such a request. Xuan Long lowered Yan Yuan from his back and handed him over to the other party."Don't tell him that I went looking for him."Unexpectedly, Xuan Long's first words were this. Immortal Monarch Zhiyu was slightly surprised, but after supporting Yan Yuan, he replied indifferently and flew away in the clouds and mist.When he returned to the Heavenly Realm, the rain had cleared up and Lian Bi greeted him outside of Dongji Hall. She noticed at first glance that Xuan Long's face did not look right. If Xuan Long had seemed to be in a bad state before he left, at this point he could be described as being as white as a sheet."General? What's wrong with you?!"" Nothing"Xuan Long's steps were weak as he walked towards the hall. As he stepped over the door barrier, his body swayed and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood while holding onto the door frame. He braced himself and continued to walk inside, but before he could take a few steps, he collapsed."General!!"Xuan Long had left a trail of blood-stained footprints on the path he had walked, and because he was dressed in basalt clothes, his injuries and bleeding were not easily visible.......After Yan Yuan suffered the heavenly punishment, his tendons and veins were severed. All of the most capable healers in the Heavenly Realm were invited, and it took three days and nights to repair his tendons and veins, but it was impossible to return to the same flexibility as before within ten thousand years.The heavenly punishment came down, and it was almost impossible for him to escape, but he was shielded by someone. Despite this, Yan Yuan was still in a coma for a whole month before he woke up.Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he was blind in both eyes.When he went to Mei Meng Mountain to look for the heavenly fruit, he lost two emotions and three desires, as well as his senses of hearing, smell and taste, and now his eyes were blind. He became completely and utterly useless.Trauma can be healed, but illnesses of the heart are difficult to cure. If a person lives without hope, it is worse than death. To leave him alive and let him live on is the most vicious punishment.Yan Yuan did not want to live like this.Since he woke up, he had been lying still in bed, unwilling to eat or take medicine, letting his injuries deteriorate day by day. He was unable to hear, unable to see, and while he was able to communicate with others using voice transmission, he would not listen to anyone who tried to persuade him.A'Zhi was temporarily placed in the Temple of Clouds, under the care of Ye Ling Shenjun. If the child were to see how sick his father was, he would most likely cry.Even the most powerful of gods could not withstand such self-destruction.Yan Yuan slept most of the time, sometimes not waking up for days. If he continued like this, his soul would disperse on its own, scattering to the mortal world without the need for a heavenly punishment to kill him.Although he was rarely awake, his mind was clear and he knew what would happen to him. When his soul disperses, it will turn into ten thousand wisps of dust and will drift through the world, transcending the six realms and not entering the cycle of reincarnation, without ever meeting Xuan Long again.It is too painful to love without being allowed to love, he has suffered once and that is enough, he could not bear the pain, he could not bear the burden of repeated suffering. He had finally lost to the Heavenly Way.The bed was concealed by a heavy curtain, not letting in any light. An eloquent hand lifted the silver tent from the outside, and Ye Ling Shenjun slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.Yan Yuan was lying on his back, tears falling from the corners of his closed eyes and into his snow-white hair. Knowing that he must be thinking of Xuan Long again, Ye Ling produced a white handkerchief in his hand and wiped away Yan Yuan's tears with a soft sigh."Father knows you miss him, listen to my words and drink the medicine, then I will ask him to come and see you, okay?"Even if Xuan Long was disgusted with Yan Yuan, he would be willing to make a trip for the sake of Ye Ling's dignity.But what would happen after he came?There was nothing after that.Yan Yuan didn't want to disturb him anymore.He just wanted to leave quietly, to save himself some dignity, hoping that when Xuan Long thought of him in the future, he would not find him annoying.Unable to wait for Yan Yuan's answer, Ye Ling gave up and lifted his fingertips, tenderly touching Yan Yuan's silver-white hair, almost choking up, "Yuan'er, what exactly do you want from Father...""As long as you ask... Father can do it, I will do everything for you, okay...""You must not torture yourself like this again..."A wound on a child's body, a pain in a parent's heart. Ever since Yan Yuan woke up, Ye Ling had tried everything he could say and do to give him hope for life, but Yan Yuan just didn't respond.If it wasn't for the fact that he could sense Yan Yuan's weak breath, Ye Ling would almost have thought he was dead.He lay there quietly, like a noble and gloomy statue, obviously still so young, yet forced to suffer a trauma he should not have to endure, and his body and mind were decaying to the core.Ye Ling did not know who else could save his child.He thought that today, Yan Yuan would be reluctant to speak as usual, but after a few moments, Yan Yuan's bloodless lips moved. Ye Ling moved closer to listen and heard him say:"Father... I am in pain..."As his words fell, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.
