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The great gift that Qingchen spoke of arrived as scheduled on her centennial birthday.
The waters of Shunliu Path rose strangely and violently, while heavy rain fell in Langya for three days and nights, reviving all the parched lands and crops.
The High Priest, remembering the grace of the ruler, bowed deeply three times to the heavens.
"I think the king must have used his last resort."
This was related to the secrets of Langya.
Later, she tirelessly rushed from beneath Langya City to the border, with each step after dismounting leading her toward the conclusion of that story.
In fact, that conclusion had already been revealed when Qingchen stood beneath the mottled shadows of trees, bathed in the faint moonlight of the courtyard.
The Azure Feathered Heron, having cultivated herself into form, fell in love with the Sun God but gradually became cold and ruthless due to the complexities of human affairs.
When she personally ended the chaos caused by her kin—the Thousand Akin Herons—the Sun God intervened to stop her.
"You were born from chaos and should absorb the essence of heaven and earth. How could you be so cruel and merciless?"
That was probably the only time the Primordial Ancestor awoke after sleeping for ten thousand years.
"The Heavenly Emperor is enraged. Sun God, you disregard heavenly mandate, abandon your duty, and disrupt human order. You have harmed your own kind; although Akin Herons bring disaster to the world, you cannot be so heartless. One of you must be punished and enter endless reincarnation."
In the end, it was the Sun God who stepped forward.
She would never forget his last glance at her as he was obliterated atop Witch Cliff and entered endless reincarnation: "Fei Lu, be a kind woman."
Kindness—she had once been such a woman, but over these years of longing for him, she gradually lost her original self.
Thus, a century passed, and with things having come to this point, Qingchen became this era's Sun God. He died at noon on Su Yuan's centennial birthday.
The morning had just seen a fierce battle with an enemy nation end, leaving the battlefield in ruins. The morale in Langya was low; all soldiers looked ashen-faced.
They all knew that this battle was like a fight of a cornered beast.
The soldiers wept bitterly, covering their faces, waiting for the battle in the afternoon, ready to die for their country.
The Qingchen stood on a high hill, the blood on his face had dried, and his expression was deep and distant, appearing unclear from afar.
Later, he had people set up the four bronze drums, light a bonfire, and change out of his golden armor, gazing into the distance.
All the words had long been spoken in that letter.
He smiled, cut open the veins of his hands, and struck heavily on the four bronze drums, chanting: "May the Sun God accept my sacrifice to the Primordial Ancestor, my form and spirit scattered to ashes, but I ask the heavens to remember the grace of the Langya ancestors and grant my people peace for generations."
With a thunderous sound, the sky darkened, and it began to rain in Langya.
In just a few hours, the enemy forces at the border retreated; the blood on Emperor Qingchen flowed away.
The wind and sand at the border were relentless throughout the year, washing away the heavy scent of blood that flowed like a river under the torrential rain, turning time into one of life's hardest experiences.
The Primordial Ancestor extended his life for two more days.
But in the eyes of the Qingchen, those two days ultimately passed too quickly.
A wisp of lonely smoke drifted behind the crumbling city wall as Su Yuan collapsed before him: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you."
In this life, she repeatedly told herself to be a virtuous woman, yet every time she looked at him, she couldn't help but remember that scolding from years ago. Was she truly ruthless?
Did he ever love her back then?
So even as she looked at him like this, she still stepped closer, forcing him to endure countless accusations and compelling him to prove through death that whether in that year or this year, or however many years later, he had always loved her...
"A hundred years of life is indeed a grand occasion, Qingchen, you have done very well."
She held his gradually cold hand, contemplating for a long time, yet still uttered such resolute words, perhaps out of extreme disappointment in him.
Perhaps it was also to make him leave with an unsettled heart.
Emperor Qingchen's eyes glistened with moisture. He could not open his eyes, and he was too weak to say anything, but the tears that welled up from the depths of his heart were his last expression in life.
Su Yuan understood.
"If you want me to leave with an unsettled heart, then take good care of yourself, listen well to your master's teachings, and look after the people of Langya. Because only by doing so will I leave with an unsettled heart for not being able to accomplish all of this myself."
"Su Yuan, you have waited for me for many, many years. The love you have given me, which I have not been able to reciprocate equally, is my greatest source of unease."
"Master, the Sun God will soon turn to ashes, bringing disgrace upon your Primordial name. That is truly unjust and unsettling."
Su Yuan suppressed the immense sorrow that surged within her, holding him close and wiping away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.
"You do not need to leave with an unsettled heart; I will take care of everything well."
At this moment, she finally understood that a hundred years of youth was merely meant for… waiting for a betrayal.
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