Chapter 1079: 429: Candidate for the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm!
The elderly send off the young (huge chapter asking for monthly passes)_3 Chapter 1079: 429: Candidate for the Broken Heavenly Immortal Realm!
The elderly send off the young (huge chapter asking for monthly passes)_3 “Yiran, Yiran, you always act the same way, just won’t listen to advice, your name ‘Yiran’ really wasn’t chosen wrongly…”
Chen Dengming shook his head, his gaze then shifting to Jiang Qiang’s noticeably aged face.
He nodded slightly and patted Jiang Qiang’s shoulder.
“Qiangzi, keep trying hard.
With each breakthrough in the ‘Longevity Skill’, your lifespan will increase a bit.
If you encounter any difficulties, just tell Brother Chen…”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qiang’s eyes slightly reddened with emotion, and he nodded excitedly, repeatedly saying ‘Yes’.
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This year, he was already one hundred and sixty years old, yet he was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
Even if the ‘Longevity Skill’ could prolong life, reaching the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment and living up to two hundred and thirty years were already the limits.
The hope of breaking through to Golden Core in the future was almost incredibly slim.
He feared that within another sixty-year cycle, Brother Chen would have to come to see him off.
Ironically, this had become what he most wished for, fearing that by then, Brother Chen, engrossed in deep seclusion, would miss it all in the blink of an eye.
These thoughts, Jiang Qiang would sometimes ponder silently to himself, naturally never voicing them.
Chen Dengming looked towards his grandson, Chen Feilin, who had a lean and handsome face, a tiger’s back and bear’s waist, looking very mighty, and smiled.
“Feilin, it’s been nearly forty years since we last met.
The last time you came to the Eastern Region was when you accompanied your father.
Now you’ve established your Foundation.”
Chen Feilin’s eyes reddened with excitement as he looked at Chen Dengming’s eternally youthful face, and he respectfully said, “Grandfather, my talents are dull, it was only thirty-seven years ago that I managed to achieve Foundation Establishment.”
Chen Dengming laughed heartily, with a hint of sigh in his voice, “Your talent is not dull.
You’re not even sixty yet and you’re already at the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment.
Golden Core is surely within your reach in the future.”
Upon hearing this, a beautiful and virtuous-looking woman beside Chen Feilin also became excited.
She was very aware of her grandfather-in-law’s strength.
Since he had spoken so, Chen Feilin’s future was absolutely capable of stepping into Golden Core.
“Grandfather, this is Xiaolan, whom I married as my second wife twenty years ago.
This is our child, Peiyi!”
Chen Feilin continued to introduce the woman greeting them by his side and the child cuddling next to Chen Yiran.
“Peiyi?
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What a good name!
The Spiritual Root isn’t bad either, upper-middle grade.
The future won’t be disappointing.”
Chen Dengming nodded, his eyes showing slight joy as he focused on the little boy who seemed shy around him and, despite Chen Feilin’s coaxing, wouldn’t call him ‘great-grandfather’.
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“Feilin, take the child with you!
As his great-grandfather meeting him for the first time, I’ll also give a gift to the child and Xiaolan.”
With that, he flicked his finger, and a dot of light flew out, entering the child Peiyi’s forehead, turning into a wisp of faint light that soon faded away.
Another shining bottle flew towards Xiaolan, branded with the words ‘Foundation Establishment Pill,’ bringing a look of joy to her lovely eyes.
“All of you go now, I want to spend some time alone with my daughter.”
Chen Dengming didn’t continue to show affection with his children and grandchildren, holding back his emotions a bit.
As for caring for his descendants, he had done everything he could.
Even in extended seclusion, his Incarnation always paid close attention to them.
But as the saying goes, ‘Every generation has its own fortune.’ This ‘fortune’ doesn’t mean neglect, but that each descendant has their own personality and pursuits.
Just like Chen Jing, who, facing his end, wanted to go to Nanxun, stay there, and be buried there.
Chen Dengming could only respect his son’s choice.
Like Chen Yiran, who always enjoyed interacting with the common cultivators and mortals, liked to help others, and save lives, to the point of willingly using her Heart Force.
As her father, all he could do was provide support and silent sponsorship.
Beyond that, there was little else he could do, and he certainly wouldn’t stop them,
Because there was nothing wrong with what his children were pursuing.
His restraint was, in fact, also a form of protection.
It was protection for himself, to prevent the birth of vulnerabilities in his spirit, and for his descendants, to avoid repeating some of the tribulations of the past.
Now, he stayed back in the courtyard, accompaning his only daughter, Chen Yiran, looking at the tracks of years growing more evident by her side, feeling a silent lament.
He took out a Jade Talisman for Message Transmission, and sent a message to He Yingyu.
For both children, He Yingyu had always regarded them as her own.
Having sent off Chen Jing in the past, it was now time to bid farewell to Yiran as well.
Perhaps this is the greatest sorrow between Cultivators and mortals, and possibly why many Cultivators in the end become increasingly detached emotionally, growing indifferent towards mortals.
Simply because between the immortal and the mortal lies the chasm between longevity and brevity of life.
“Roar—”
From above the clouds, the Black Cloud Leopard stuck out its head, its whiskers already white, and hot tears rolled out from its eyes as it gazed down at the kind little master who had spent countless springs and autumns on its back, right there in the courtyard below.
Even at this moment, for fear of startling mortals, it wasn’t willing to enter the courtyard to bid farewell.
“The sun high yet shies from the gentle evening breeze, and it’s deep autumn again with leaves falling with ease.
Alone I lean on the gate tower with sunset in gaze, the courtyard full of fragrant grass in the sun’s dying blaze!”
Chen Yiran seemed to have seen the Black Cloud Leopard in the clouds, but her eyes were gradually becoming ethereal.
She lay on the rattan chair, smiling and singing a poem with a raspy voice.
Chen Dengming didn’t know who wrote this poem, but he could understand the regret about the passing of time conveyed in it, as well as the vigorous longing for life.
The sorrow in his heart deepened even more.
This was the fate of mortals.
This was also the fate of his children, Chen Dengming’s children.
This fate, like the brilliance of the setting sun, could disappear at any moment.
The quiet twilight he first saw on the city walls was now quietly closing in on Chen Yiran from all sides.
Chen Yiran seemed to feel the cold, she felt the darkness of twilight enveloping her.
Suddenly, she looked up at Chen Dengming, this father who seemed so tall in her eyes but had always been kindly and gentle, and said in a raspy voice.
“Dad, I want to chase that setting sun, chase the sun…
Let’s ride on Black Uncle’s back again, just like when I was a child, you took me chasing it together…”
“Alright!”
Chen Dengming’s gaze trembled lightly as he stretched out his hands to embrace his daughter’s body, so thin that he could hardly feel its weight.
This weight even gave him the illusion that it might not be much different from when she was just born.
But that was impossible because when Yiran was born, he was not there by her side and had never held her.
It had been so many years since he had held his daughter.
Chen Dengming flew into the sky, a shield surrounding him and Chen Yiran to protect her from the strong wind.
In the clouds above, the Black Cloud Leopard roared with excitement and joy as it swooped down, picked up the two, and chased after the sun.
As they rose higher, the dimming sunset seemed to reappear.
It was as if Chen Yiran’s life, which should have ended, was extended a little longer.
The sinking sun, like a basin of blazing charcoal, reignited with vigor, spraying orange, red, and yellow light across the sky and earth.
Two people, one leopard, chased after the day, seemingly pursuing the fleeting life.
Further away, the figure of He Yingyu raced over urgently, with the beautifully tragic orange-red afterglow of the sunset unfolding behind her, like a long dress or a red carpet unfurled in the sky.
“Madame He!” Chen Yiran’s eyes brimmed with hot tears, perhaps the last warmth of her life; her vision was gradually blurring.
The burning sunset too seemed in this moment to turn into a ribbon in her eyes, squeezing into a thin, quivering strip of golden serpent.
The sunset completely sank in the west.
The last few strands of pale yellow light disappeared from the other side of the sky, the sky dimmed down, as if someone’s life had also reached its end.
“Yiran!”
He Yingyu arrived at the last moment, and the three persons with the leopard merged into the last bit of the dimming sunset’s light.
Everything in the world disappeared into a hazy purple, and this might just be the ultimate color seen as a mortal’s life draws to its end…
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