eurekapd Chapter 907 - 2: Paint What I Paint, Love What I Love
Chapter 907 - 2: Paint What I Paint, Love What I Love
Yesterday's Forest.The entire forest is a landscaped garden, as one of the largest ancient tomb secret realms between Heaven and Earth, the scattered embers are carrying out their logical cycles, day after day, replaying yesterday.
Thus, it is called Yesterday's Forest.
"Mother, Mother, the sea has disappeared." A little girl in a floral dress ran over.
"Hush, softly." A beautiful woman was arranging the fiery red flowers scattered across the ground, while a man in white leisurely drew talismans in the book house behind her.
The little girl squatted down, fiddling with a little red flower, murmuring, "The flower has grown again. When will I grow up? It's already been... seven, eight, nine... hundred, thousand, ten thousand years?"
The girl counted naively, counting so long that she forgot herself.
"When girls grow up, they're not as cute." The woman ruffled the child's hair, smiling as she said, "Mommy likes little children. When they grow up, they're super disobedient. It's best to raise them like cute little pets."
"I am not a pet." The girl shouted angrily, "I want to grow up, I want to grow up."
"Now is not the time for you to grow up." The woman was evidently half-awakened, but her daughter had not yet awakened, nor was it the time for awakening.
When she has enough power to overturn the world and look down on all life, it would be the best for her daughter to revive.
Her husband was such a "cautious" man, after all.
Even if there was a 1% chance of an accident, he wouldn't allow their daughter to grow up, keeping her forever in this most adorable moment.
She and her husband often traveled and frequently reminded others that children become less cute when they grow up, better to keep them in this eternal instant.
Once in Xinyi Continent, they encountered a family whose daughter was also critically ill, just like them, a union of different races.
Yet, due to the genetic collapse they too faced, they sympathetically helped transform their daughter into a Ghost.
Because the painter most enjoys helping those like himself, watching how their family of three's life and future unfolded.
Later, even as they traveled the Lower Realm, erasing memories for their honeymoon, they unconsciously started a new era, with their child still unable to grow up.
This must be instinct.
Even after losing memories, they still loved children, raising delicate, jade-like babies, even though they later became Emperors.
Although, in the end, upon leaving, they left the painter's ember to replace her as the Mother of Non-Life, buried in the tomb, extracting themselves...
The woman pondered this, reflecting on the life she had grown through at the bottom layer.
That year, the young man led a tall horse, leaving the small village, pulling a joyful maiden onto its back in the sunset, embarking on a journey to seek immortality, envisioning a bright future.
Her face bore a sweet expression.
The little girl in her arms fussed for a while, but soon stopped.
With no worries, she squatted down, poking the fiery red flower planted by her mother in the ground with her little finger, swaying and burning like firewood, "Mother, Mother, this flower reminds me of that uncle from before."
The woman seemed to recall something, showing a bit of surprise,
"Firewood Flower?"
Her gaze fell on the Spirit Flower burning in layers of flames, she said faintly, "Back then, with a Garden Flower lost outside of this garden, a dynasty was established."
"Unexpectedly later, after Xin Xichen died, he turned into Muddy Qi and found his way here, the origin of his Fire Spirit Root."
In the Capital City, Jiu Shui led the Nine Great Continent Kings in a massive invasion, igniting the capital in flames, the terrifying dynastic battle leaving countless corpses on the ground.
That day in the Imperial Palace, Xin Xichen knew Jiu Shui's coalition was unstoppable, so he cleverly dismantled the core of the analyzed Chronicles of Time using his Firewood ability.
He carried the core into the Chronicles of Time, refusing to leave it for Jiu Shui even in death.
He also used special means to commit suicide, splitting himself in two.
His soul shell, after death, was buried in the Imperial Mausoleum.
But Xin Xichen's muddy qi, after death, quietly left the capital, secretly planning his own ember shell's revival, preparing to overthrow Jiu Shui's dynasty and reclaim his Xin Dynasty return.
The muddy qi named himself Firewood Flower, meaning to bloom the Three Flowers again, to live a second life.
And indeed, Xin Xichen was resourceful, after death, tracing the firewood breath, he found the source, arriving at this plain of Yesterday's Forest.
That day, the painter and Firewood Flower met as if they had known each other their whole lives, for the painter most enjoyed helping those like himself, observing the path of their life and future.
He wished to see in their future growth some possible reflections of his own future.
The painter asked, "What goal do you have for the future?"
Firewood Flower replied, "I am planning to overthrow the new dynasty established by Jiu Shui and restore the Xin family's court."
The painter asked, "Are you planning to ascend with your muddy qi, or with the soul shell?"
"Is there a difference?" Firewood Flower frowned.
The painter smiled and said, "Of course there's a difference, Embers are an eternal beautiful painting, capturing the most beautiful, youngest you in that instant, whereas you..."
The painter looked calmly at the murky remnant soul, "You will age, you will decay, you will slowly become so dirty that even you won't recognize yourself, ugly, disgusting, nauseating."
Firewood Flower didn't believe.
The painter chuckled, "The more you experience, the faster you age, the more clouded your mind, the more cunning, insidious... life is never unchanging, everything is dynamically evolving, as long as you are in motion, you age... this is the truth."
"I once transformed into a woodcutter, encountering an immortal in an endless rebirth in the mountains, I was the woodcutter, he was the impoverished scholar, his obsession was survival, and this fearsome obsession awakened him as a Ghost King for dozens of lives."