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"Hahahahaha!!!!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"WHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Peals of laughter erupted one after another, echoing within the Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom's residence. The booming sound shook everyone's eardrums, reverberating through the halls and beyond. Yet, not a single soul dared to stop the one responsible. How could they, when it was their Divine Regent himself who was laughing so heartily?
Meng Kongchan's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he laughed without restraint. He didn't care about appearances, didn't care about the propriety expected of a Divine Regent or the reverence owed to a True God. Today, all of that was cast aside.
Today, he wasn't a ruler of an entire kingdom.
He wasn't the embodiment of godly power.
Today, he was simply a father—a father filled with overwhelming pride and joy for his son.
His laughter was raw, unrestrained, and filled with emotions too vast to put into words. He laughed because his son, who had once been lost, had now returned, shining brighter than ever. He laughed because he couldn't contain the happiness surging in his heart.
Around him, the attendants and guards exchanged glances, unsure whether to smile or remain solemn. They had never seen their lord like this before, yet none could deny the warmth that spread through the room, carried by the sound of his unbridled mirth.
"Divine Regent… this…" Yun Che muttered, watching in bewilderment as Meng Kongchan continued his uncontrollable fit of laughter.
"What 'Divine Regent'?!" Meng Kongchan suddenly pointed a finger at Yun Che, his face twisting into an exaggerated pout that clashed hilariously with his status as a True God. "You already called yourself my son earlier! Just call me 'Father' again! What's so hard about that?! WAHHAHAHAHAHA!" His booming laughter resumed, unrestrained and utterly wild.
Yun Che stared at the man, his expression torn between disbelief and amusement. Is this really the same Divine Regent who commands the respect and fear of an entire kingdom? He thought, a flicker of incredulity crossing his mind.
"Yes… father…" Yun Che finally relented, the words leaving his mouth more easily than he had expected. He had already claimed the title of Meng Kongchan's son earlier; saying it again felt strangely natural now.
"YES! THAT'S IT!!!" Meng Kongchan roared triumphantly, his joy overflowing. "ONE MORE TIME! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His wild laughter echoed throughout the room, shaking the very walls with its intensity.
"Has anyone ever seen Lord God Father this happy?" Meng Jianxi remarked with a faint smile, watching his father with a mix of amusement and disbelief. Even though he didn't fully understand what had transpired during the private meeting with the Abyssal Monarch, seeing his father so elated filled him with an unexpected sense of warmth.
His gaze shifted toward Yun Che. "It seems Brother Yuan has regained his memories," he thought to himself. Yet, the thought didn't linger long. The past is in the past. Whatever had happened, it didn't change his resolve. He had already accepted Yun Che's position above him, a decision born from his understanding of his mother's mistakes and his own determination to make amends. If Yun Che had truly regained his memories, so be it. It changed nothing now.
"Meng Kongchan! I never knew your laugh could be this irritating!" Hua Fuchen's voice cut through the room, his tone tinged with playful annoyance. He crossed his arms, watching his old friend with a look that managed to combine exasperation and fondness.
Meng Kongchan, still laughing uncontrollably, waved his hand dismissively. "What's wrong, Fuchen? Jealous you can't laugh like this?! Hahahaha!"
Hua Fuchen sighed, shaking his head. "You'll scare my worthy son-in-law at this rate, you fool," he retorted, his voice softening despite his words. Watching Meng Kongchan's unrestrained joy brought memories of their younger days rushing back to him—a time when they were free of responsibilities, free to laugh and dream without the weight of entire kingdoms resting on their shoulders.
That time was long gone, but for this brief moment, it felt as if a piece of it had returned.
"Whahahahaha!!!" Meng Kongchan's booming laughter only grew louder at Hua Fuchen's remark, his voice echoing through the residence like rolling thunder.
"Big Brother Yun, we can finally be together forever now, right?" Hua Caili's soft voice cut through the sound of laughter. She stood beside Yun Che, her delicate figure framed by an aura of quiet determination. Her eyes, shimmering with emotion, looked up into his. All the years of waiting, the pain and longing—they were worth it. Everything was worth it.
Yun Che met her gaze, his own eyes filled with unwavering love. "Yes," he replied simply, his voice steady and filled with sincerity.
Before anyone could react, Yun Che leaned forward, and their lips met in a kiss, sealing the promise they had made to each other. The passion and tenderness between them lit up the room, leaving everyone present momentarily stunned. While they had already heard the Abyssal Monarch's decree canceling the engagement between Dian Jiuzhi and Hua Caili, seeing the two together like this was an entirely different matter. Speculations were one thing—witnessing their love was something else entirely.
"Ahem." Hua Fuchen cleared his throat, breaking the silence as he awkwardly looked away. "Why don't we all go outside? It's been a while since we've been here. I wonder if that old rock tree has finally grown some fruit."
His words were deliberate, a thinly veiled attempt to distract everyone from the couple's intimate moment. His tone carried a touch of humor, but his expression betrayed a father's gentle concern. Now that all obstacles had been cleared, Hua Fuchen was content to step aside, giving his daughter and Yun Che the space they deserved.
He had now wholeheartedly accepted Yun Che as his future son-in-law—his worthy son-in-law. So much so that, in his mind, even if a baby were to decide to arrive tomorrow, he would gladly welcome it with open arms.
"Hahaha! I agree!" Meng Kongchan declared with a booming laugh, his joy evident. With a casual wave of his hand, he gestured for everyone to leave. It was better to let the young ones sort things out themselves.
One by one, the others began to depart from the residence. The Gods, ever mindful of propriety, cast soundproof barriers as they ascended into the skies, ensuring the couple had their privacy. The shimmering layers of barriers hung like translucent veils, silently marking their retreat.
As the last of them flew off, the once-bustling residence grew quiet, leaving behind only a faint echo of Meng Kongchan's laughter and the lingering warmth of the joyful atmosphere.
I missed you," Hua Caili whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as her kisses grew more fervent. Her hands gently slipped into the folds of his inner clothing, her touch tender yet filled with longing.
"Caili…" Yun Che murmured in response, his voice low and filled with affection. His hands, trembling slightly, mirrored hers as they sought to bridge the years of separation and longing.
In the quiet solitude of the residence, the couple allowed their love and passion to overflow, the weight of their emotions finally finding release. Soft, loving sounds filled the air, carrying with them the unspoken promises they had made to each other.
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As Yun Che carried Hua Caili into the room prepared for him, his eyes were filled with love. Yet, he pushed those feelings deep within, knowing he couldn't afford to let them surface now. His mind, weary from endless scheming and constant vigilance in enemy territory, finally began to show signs of intense fatigue.
Setting her gently on the bed, he took a moment to pull the blankets over both of them, ensuring she was comfortably tucked in before allowing himself to relax. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Yun Che's body surrendered to exhaustion. He leaned back, his head resting beside hers, and drifted into sleep almost immediately.
Perhaps it was the culmination of everything—his relentless planning, the ever-present danger of being surrounded by enemies, and the overwhelming relief of having things go according to his intricate designs. Finally, his exhaustion won out, granting him a rare moment of deep, undisturbed rest.
Unbeknownst to Yun Che, as his breathing steadied and his consciousness faded, the Mirror of Samsara, nestled within him, shimmered faintly. A soft golden light flickered briefly, illuminating the room for but an instant before fading into nothingness, as if it had never been.
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"Waa… whahhhh… wahhhh…" A baby's cries filled the air, loud and vibrant with life. Trembling hands held the newborn tightly, as though afraid to let go.
"Hahaha! My Yuan'er… my Yuan'er…" A soft, trembling laugh broke through the cries, overflowing with joy and love. The voice, thick with emotion, carried the weight of countless hopes and dreams.
"My Yuan'er… my Yuan'er… you've finally arrived…" The man's voice cracked, tears streaming freely down his face as he gazed at the baby boy in his arms. His expression was a mixture of overwhelming happiness and relief, as though the heavens themselves had finally blessed him.
"My hope… my dream… finally, I can look the other Regents in the eyes…" His laughter grew lighter, tinged with pride. "I finally have you, my son, who will inherit my power!"
"Yuan'er… you are my Yuan'er," he whispered, his voice trembling as he leaned down to kiss the baby's forehead. His entire being radiated with happiness, and for a moment, it felt as if all the burdens of the world had crumbled away.
"Congratulations, Lord Father!"
"Congratulations, my Lord!" Voices echoed behind him, one after another, their tones filled with genuine joy and relief. After so long, their lord finally had a successor—the future of the Dreamweaver Kingdom was secure.
But the man paid no heed to the words of his attendants. His world was consumed by the tiny life cradled in his arms. "My Yuan'er… my Yuan'er…" he repeated softly, as if grounding himself in the reality of this moment. His happiness poured from him in waves, unrestrained and pure, as the tears continued to flow.
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Yun Che stirred awake, feeling the warmth of a soft body nestled close to him. His eyes slowly opened to find Hua Caili already awake, her delicate face resting mere inches from his. She had been watching him, her gaze filled with tenderness.
Seeing Yun Che finally awake, Hua Caili's lips curved into a gentle smile. "Big Brother Yun… I love you so much," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of her affection. Leaning forward, she kissed him softly, her emotions spilling over.
The kiss deepened, and soon, their passion ignited once more. What followed was another battle of emotions and longing, a dangerous fight for dominance that ended with Yun Che emerging victorious. Hua Caili, her body exhausted from their shared intensity, eventually fell asleep again, a look of contentment and satisfaction etched onto her face.
Yun Che, however, couldn't shake the lingering unease within him. His hand rested lightly on Hua Caili's shoulder as his mind drifted to the strange dream he'd just had.
"What was that just now?" he murmured, his brows furrowing. Fragments of the dream flashed in his memory—images of Meng Jianyuan as a newborn, the voice of Divine Regent Meng Kongchan, filled with overwhelming joy as he held his child. The emotions in the dream had been so vivid, so real, as though Yun Che had lived them himself.
"Why would I dream of that?" he whispered, confusion tightening his chest. The scene didn't make sense, yet it felt so familiar, as if it was calling to something buried deep within him.
Was it because he had called Meng Kongchan "father"? Or was it simply the exhaustion clouding his mind, stirring up strange, vivid imaginings? Yun Che frowned slightly, brushing the thought away. Whatever it was… a dream is just a dream.
In the end, he decided to leave it in the back of his mind. There were more pressing matters to focus on. The Pure Land Meeting's tournament is coming, and the pieces are already moving into place.
Deep within his soul, inside the Sky Poison Pearl's world, Yun Che's voice rang out with a teasing lilt. "Little Li Suo, what do you think about my performance?"
Li Suo, her ethereal figure resting amidst the glowing mists of the pearl's inner sanctum, rolled her eyes at him. "What do I think? You act too well. If I didn't know better, I'd believe you were truly the son of Meng Kongchan," she retorted, her tone half-teasing but with a hint of exasperation.
Yun Che grinned, clearly unfazed. "You should know by now—I never do things halfway."
Li Suo sighed, folding her arms as she regarded him. "What do you plan to do now?" she asked, her tone shifting to one of genuine curiosity. Everything had unfolded according to Yun Che's meticulous plans so far. Whether it was due to the people of the Abyss failing to notice his schemes or sheer luck was anyone's guess, but she couldn't deny the results. Still, his next move intrigued her.
"Of course, I'll join the Pure Land Meeting's tournament," Yun Che replied, his smirk widening into a confident grin. "It's all part of the plan."
Li Suo raised a delicate brow, her expression turning skeptical. "With your current power, you won't be able to win, you know," she said honestly, her voice tinged with both concern and caution.
"You're right... but I don't plan to fight to be the number one winner. I just need to win enough," Yun Che said with a sly smile, his expression carrying a hint of mischief that seemed to provoke curiosity.
Li Suo's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why's that?" she asked, unable to hide the annoyance creeping into her tone. Yun Che's evasive explanations always irked her, but her curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to know what he was plotting.
"Hahaha, good girl," Yun Che teased, his grin widening as he enjoyed her irritation.
Li Suo's face darkened with exasperation as she shot him a sharp glare. Seeing this, Yun Che quickly cleared his throat, his playful demeanor vanishing as seriousness overtook his features.
"Ahem... ahem." His tone dropped, and his eyes took on a calculated gleam. "At the height of everyone's happiness… what do you think would happen if I, Meng Jianyuan, were accidentally injured badly—or worse—by someone from another Divine Kingdom?"
Li Suo's expression froze, her ethereal form going still as the implications of his words sank in. Yun Che's eyes, once warm and mischievous, now glimmered with a sinister edge, cold and unyielding.
"It's time for the next part of the plan," Yun Che continued, his voice low and decisive. "Since everything has gone accordingly so far, nothing should go wrong now."
As he spoke, the air around him seemed to darken, the weight of his determination palpable even within the tranquil sanctuary of the Sky Poison Pearl. His calm exterior concealed the brewing storm within, a storm that promised upheaval.
The hardest parts of his scheme were behind him. Now, nothing—absolutely nothing—could stop him from executing the next step.
NOTHING.
Later that day, the Meng family returned to their residence, their spirits high after the recent events. Hua Fuchen arrived shortly after to pick up his beloved daughter. Hua Caili left the Meng residence with rosy cheeks and a happiness that still sparkled in her eyes, her joy evident to anyone who saw her.
Back at the Meng residence, it was time to finalize the lineup for the upcoming Pure Land Meeting tournament, now just two days away. The air was heavy with anticipation as Meng Kongchan called for a gathering of his most talented cultivators.
"Yuan'er, this time Jianxi will take the lead, followed by Jianze..." Meng Kongchan began, listing out the participants one by one. Each name he spoke carried weight, each individual chosen for their exceptional talent and strength.
These cultivators were no ordinary figures. Every single one had achieved at least the first stage of the Divine Extinction Realm, a realm that represented the pinnacle of mastery in their generation. Among them, Meng Jianxi, the former Divine Son, stood out as the strongest. Having reached the fourth level of the Divine Extinction Realm!
Ever since Meng Jianxi had submitted to Yun Che, Meng Jianze had followed suit, quietly accepting his fate. If Yun Che told him to go right, he wouldn't dare go left. If Yun Che asked him to do something, he would carry it out without hesitation. After all, aligning with the future ruler was far better than standing against him.
"Alright, with that, we have everyone," Meng Kongchan announced, his authoritative tone final as he concluded the list of chosen participants. Normally, this task would have been delegated to his subordinates, but since Yun Che had personally requested to join the team this time, Meng Kongchan ensured that the lineup was meticulously prepared and that no one would raise objections.
Even though Yun Che was a master of six elemental powers, his cultivation was still at the fourth level of the Divine Master Realm, far below the standard for this elite competition. Under normal circumstances, there would have been widespread opposition to his inclusion. After all, this wasn't just any tournament—it was the Pure Land Meeting!
Yet, this time, no one dared to voice a single complaint.
Yun Che's status as the Divine Son of Dreamweaver carried immeasurable weight. No matter what they thought privately, they had no choice but to silently accept his inclusion. They were not their father's favorite sons, after all, some of them mused bitterly, though none would dare say it out loud.
"There's still time before the day of the fight arrives. Jianxi, Jianze, since you've both been here before, why don't you take Yuan'er out for some fresh air?" Meng Kongchan's gaze softened as he looked at his two sons. This wasn't just an order—it was an opportunity he was giving them, a chance to mend the fractures of the past.
"Yes, Lord God Father!" the two answered earnestly, their voices filled with determination. They knew what their father's request truly meant. For Yun Che to join them wasn't just about appearances—it was about building trust and solidarity.
Meng Jianxi stepped forward, his demeanor composed but slightly humble. "Brother Yuan, let me guide you. Although I may not know the Pure Land as well as Fairy Caili, I've been here enough times to show you some interesting places."
"Right, right! Brother Yuan, let us guide you," Meng Jianze chimed in, nodding eagerly like a chicken pecking at rice. His enthusiasm was almost comical, but the sincerity in his tone was unmistakable.
Watching his sons depart alongside Yun Che, Meng Kongchan stood quietly at the entrance of the residence. His hands clasped behind his back, his gaze lingered on their retreating figures, a rare softness glimmering in his eyes.
For a moment, the weight of his responsibilities as a Divine Regent seemed to fade, replaced by a simple wish—a wish for peace, for days like this to last forever.
"If only this could be eternal…" he murmured to himself, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips.