in2ebook Chapter 306 Xuannv 171
Chapter 306 Xuannv 171
"Donghua, when do you plan to announce Jingchen to the entire world?"
Jiaojiao reached out, her fingertips gently brushing against the small golden dragon, its scales shimmering, coiled around Donghua's wrist. Jingchen, barely the length of a palm, blinked its round, bright eyes. Sensing its mother's presence, it immediately nuzzled her fingertips affectionately, its soft, delicate dragon roars like drifting clouds. This child was born from her and Donghua's own boundless merit, drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. From birth, it possessed the dual bloodlines of an ancient deity and a dragon, naturally carrying the fortune of the three realms.
Donghua lowered his eyes to look at the little golden dragon on his wrist. A faint but genuine warmth spread across his usually cold and aloof brows. His fingertips gently stroked Jingchen's smooth dragon scales, and his tone was firm yet gentle: "Right now, he is merely a newly awakened divine lord, his foundation still shallow. When he has consolidated his power through tribulations and ascended to the rank of Upper Immortal, I will hold a banquet in the Three Realms at Taichen Palace to announce to the four seas and eight wastelands that the child that Jiaojiao and I conceived through merit, Prince Jingchen of Taichen Palace, will be the future Heavenly Emperor who will jointly rule the Three Realms."
Jiaojiao felt a warmth in her heart upon hearing this, and gently took Donghua's arm, her eyes full of curiosity: "Then how do you plan to teach him to cultivate? You and I protected his birth with our merits, so we naturally dote on him. But there are no shortcuts in cultivation. How do you plan to teach him?"
She knew all too well that Donghua, as an ancient deity, was well aware of the immense weight of the Heavenly Emperor's position and would never indulge his child's laziness out of pity. However, the thought of the soft and delicate Jingchen having to suffer made her feel uneasy.
Donghua chuckled softly, gently cradling the small golden dragon on his wrist in his palm. Jingchen immediately curled up into a ball, nestled in front of his parents, and comfortably squinted his eyes. "There are no shortcuts to cultivation. Even if he is the child born of our merits, he still needs to be down-to-earth." His tone was calm, yet it concealed meticulous consideration. "First, we will use the Immortal Dew of Taichen Palace to nourish the dragon's essence, and use the merits of our two lives to protect the foundation of his divine essence. Then, we will draw upon the spiritual veins of the four seas to help him stabilize his cultivation."
"After he takes human form, we will take him to Kunlun Ruins to temper his mind, to the bottom of the Eastern Sea to hone his character, and to the ancient battlefield to comprehend the laws." Donghua looked at Jiaojiao, his eyes filled with a gentle determination. "I know you are reluctant, but he carries the destiny of the Three Realms and will have to bear the weight of all living beings in the future. He must cultivate a resilient mind and supreme supernatural powers. Strict discipline is real, but so is love. You and I will stay by his side, protect his safety, but we will not block his path."
Jiaojiao nodded gently, her eyes full of agreement: "I understand. I will teach him with you, so that he understands his responsibilities as the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Emperor, and also lets him know that no matter what, you and I will always be his strongest support."
The little golden dragon in their palms seemed to understand their parents' conversation. It let out a soft hum and burrowed into their fingertips. Its gilded scales shimmered with a warm light under the sunlight.
Three hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. The Immortal Dew of Taichen Palace nourished him day and night, and the merits of Donghua and Jiaojiao protected him at all times. Jingchen, the little golden dragon that was originally only big enough to be coiled on his wrist, finally took human form in the morning when the sky was full of rosy clouds.
A celestial light enveloped the gilded dragon's shadow, swirling upwards. A clear, resonant dragon's roar pierced the clouds and shattered rocks. When the golden light dissipated, a child of about three or four years old stood before the jade steps. Dressed in a bright yellow brocade robe with dragon patterns, his features inherited both Donghua's noble and sharp features and Jiaojiao's gentle and lively nature. Atop his head were a pair of soft little dragon horns—it was Jingchen.
"Father, Mother Goddess."
The little dumpling, with its short legs, rushed between Donghua and Jiaojiao, hugging its father's leg with one hand and tightly clutching its mother's robe with the other. Its soft, sweet voice melted everyone's heart.
Jiaojiao quickly pulled him into her arms, gently stroking the little dragon horns on his head, her eyes full of doting: "My Chen'er has finally taken human form."
Donghua reached out and embraced the mother and son, his usually indifferent eyes filled with warmth: "From today onwards, let us begin our cultivation."
For the next thousand years, Donghua and Jiaojiao accompanied Jingchen on his cultivation. On the ancient ice of Kunlun Ruins, Jiaojiao would secretly infuse Jingchen with a gentle stream of meritorious immortal energy to warm him when he was frozen red; at the bottom of the Grinding Cliff at the bottom of the East Sea, Donghua would secretly protect him with his divine power when he was troubled by inner demons, but never directly helped him; in front of the ruins of the ancient battlefield, the two of them told him about the great righteousness of the ancient gods and demons, about the importance of all living beings, and about the responsibilities and duties of gods.
Jing Chen was intelligent from a young age, and was blessed with unparalleled fortune and the merits of his parents. He was resilient and never spoiled. No matter how difficult the cultivation was, as long as he could see his father and mother by his side, he would grit his teeth and persevere, taking one step at a time to steadily solidify his foundation.
After a thousand years, the grand ceremony of ascending to immortality in the Nine Heavens arrived as scheduled, with rays of light shining everywhere and celestial music resounding.
Jing Chen was dressed in a dragon-patterned brocade robe. He was tall and handsome, with striking features. After a thousand years of cultivation, he had steadily ascended to the position of a high immortal. His immortal power was profound, and he already possessed the majesty of a future Heavenly Emperor.
Donghua, holding Jiaojiao's hand, stood beside Jingchen. The aura of an ancient deity intertwined with the gentle energy of merit, resounding throughout the Three Realms.
"Today, I, Lord Shaoyang of Donghua Zifu, and my wife Jiaojiao, proclaim to the four seas and eight wastelands that our son, Prince Jingchen of Taichen Palace, born from our boundless merits, has been promoted to the rank of High Immortal and is recognized by the Three Realms as the future Heavenly Emperor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole world trembled, all directions paid homage, and all the gods and immortals bowed in unison.
Jing Chen turned around and bowed solemnly to Donghua and Jiaojiao, his voice clear and firm: "Your subject will never fail the nurturing and guidance of Father and Mother Goddess, nor the trust placed in us by the people, to protect the peace of the Three Realms and safeguard the tranquility of the Four Seas!"
Donghua and Jiaojiao smiled at each other and helped the child up together.
Sunlight streamed down onto the glazed tiles of Taichen Palace, enveloping the family of three in warmth. The little golden dragon that once coiled around his wrist, under the protection and guidance of his parents, had finally grown into a young divine lord capable of supporting the future of the Three Realms, and a new chapter in the Four Seas and Eight Deserts had officially begun.