"Thirty-three heavenly layers, the strongest layer of heavenly layers?" Qin Wentian's heart was filled with rage. From one of the memories, his father and mother bestowed everything to him. He could feel the emotions of kinship and from then on, he understood that it wasn't that his birth parents had abandoned him. It was just that because they loved him too much, they would rather separate from him and sever all connections with him than to let others know of his existence.
Even if one day his father was hunted down in his second life, no one would know that he was Qin Wentian.
"What about my mother? Is she still doing well?" Qin Wentian asked.
"I have no idea as well. After your mother was captured, your father returned to the clan for a battle. I believe that he had already predicted the ending of that battle. Although he died once, he didn't die in the end and chose to cultivate anew. You should be able to guess where your father cultivated in his second life." Uncle Black spoke.
"The particle world I'm in?" Qin Wentian's eyes flashed.
"Yes, that's the starting point of your father's second life. He is the same as you, growing up there. There are also some half-crippled old fellows like us who grew up there. It has been a very long time since then." Uncle Black laughed. Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. After that, he smiled, "So it turns out that not only did I grow up in that particle world, my father's footprints were there as well. I've seen the Qin Heavenly Divine Sect before. Most probably, it was established by my father when he was cultivating in that particle world, right?"
"Mhm, as your father's cultivation grew stronger, it was naturally impossible for him to stay in that particle world forever. He went out to roam the world and should be the same as you, coming to this Azure Mystic Immortal Realms and leaving behind his footprints. After that, your mother found your father. Although many years have passed, their feelings for each other didn't change at all. They gave birth to you and gave everything they had to you."
Uncle Black smiled. There were actually traces of tears at the corners of his eyes. Qin Wentian thought back to the first time he saw the memories of his birth. At that time, his parents seemed to have given him the most precious thing they had and after that, they brought him to this particle world.
"After you were born, your parents told me to bring you away. He also went to see you but he still severed all ties with you, never letting others know of your existence even if he was hunted down one day. As for you, you were the same as your father, going to the place where your father grew up in his second life. There, your father's footprints could be seen. Some of us crippled old fellows also hoped that you would be able to rise up from there, walking on a path of glory and fighting against the various heavenly planes." Uncle Black's eyes flashed with anticipation.
"Uncle Black, I will." Qin Wentian spoke in a light voice, yet his eyes were filled with determination.
"Mhm, I also believe that you will. Once, in this particle world, no matter what danger you encountered, we would pretend that we didn't know anything, pretending that we didn't see it. We don't wish for you to have any external help because if you want to reach your father's level, you can only depend on yourself."
"But Uncle Black, you guys still won't be able to watch me die. Back then in the Pill Emperor Hall, when I was at the end of my rope, didn't you guys appear?" Qin Wentian smiled. Uncle Black smiled but he didn't say anything.
"You already have your current cultivation base. In the future, us crippled old fellows will have no way to help you. You have to walk your path well. Remember, you have to head to the strongest heavenly plane. Over there, the might of the heavenly planes is unimaginably strong. This Azure Mystic Immortal Realms is the outermost world of the thirty-three heavenly planes. Hence, your father chose this place because this place is the furthest away from your enemies."
"Uncle Black, you guys have to take good care of yourselves." Qin Wentian smiled. The strongest of the thirty-three heavenly planes? He would definitely head there. Uncle Black said that when he reached that step, he would naturally understand who his enemies were. From this, one could very well imagine what sort of height his enemies, his father's clan, stood at.
"Don't worry, us old fellows still have to stand in a certain corner of the world and watch you stand at the peak. You have to tell those people that they were wrong back then and they have to pay the price for their mistakes." Uncle Black seriously spoke. He had watched Qin Wentian grow up since he was young. No matter who it was, cultivation had to start from the basics. No one would be able to skip this rule. He helped Qin Wentian build a good foundation. As for everything in the future, Qin Wentian would have to depend on himself.
Uncle Black's expectations of Qin Wentian were too high. If his expectations weren't high enough, it wouldn't be enough for him to take revenge.
"I will definitely make them pay for this debt." Qin Wentian's voice was ice cold.
"I'm leaving. Walk your path well in the future. If your parents are still alive, they would definitely be waiting for you in a certain corner of the world. They will wait for the day when you stand at the peak, fighting against immortals and devils." Uncle Black smiled as he stared at Qin Wentian. After that, his silhouette gradually turned illusory before vanishing completely, as though he had never appeared before.
Qin Wentian opened his eyes as sharpness gleamed within. His fists were still tightly clenched as he inclined his head and stared at the sky. The thirty-three heavenly planes, the highest layer of heavenly planes in the immortal realms?
An incomparably powerful ancient family? An ancient race? He would eventually reach that step and stand in front of them.
After that, Qin Wentian closed his eyes again as his will started to corrode the tiny astral-being. An incomparably vast amount of astral energy gushed into it. He wanted to pry into all the scattered memories. He opened up the countless fragments of memories as more and more scenes of the memories flowed into his mind. Back then when Qin Wentian opened up the core memories and knew that his father was killed by an ancient clan, he didn't look at these memories because he felt that it was already enough. But now, he wanted to see even more.
When these fragments of memories appeared in his mind, Qin Wentian experienced even more of his father's growth. He gradually understood the difference between his father's first and second life.
In his first life, his father was unrestrained and unrestrained, extremely frivolous. In his second life, his father was mature and introverted, keeping a low profile. Although the memories he had after he was born were only the memories he saw when he was very young, Qin Wentian could still vaguely feel the feelings his parents had for him. He also knew that after he followed Uncle Black to this particle world, his father must have secretly visited him.
"RUMBLE!" Qin Wentian abruptly clenched his fists. Right now, there were still some astral crystals left in the core of the tiny astral-being that he couldn't open up. His aura surged before it gradually dissipated. Drawing in a deep breath, he stepped out and entered the bedroom.
"Wentian, what's wrong?" Qingcheng saw the sadness in Qin Wentian's eyes. She couldn't help but to walk forward, her gentle and beautiful eyes seemed to be able to melt the hearts of men.
"Qingcheng." Qin Wentian took a step forward and embraced Qingcheng in his arms. Mo Qingcheng's body trembled as intense waves rocked her heart.
Although this was an insignificant action, she had been with Qin Wentian since they were young. They had experienced too much together, and she had also seen Qin Wentian experience too much. Even when the Pill Emperor Hall was in despair, his eyes were still as resolute as ever. She was very clear on what sort of person Qin Wentian was. But right now, he was actually feeling so sad.
When she thought of this, Mo Qingcheng's heart felt like it was about to melt. She quietly embraced Qin Wentian, allowing him to feel her warmth.
"Everything will be fine, I will always be by your side," Mo Qingcheng softly spoke. Her head rested on Qin Wentian's shoulder as a radiant smile could be seen on her face. But in this smile, there was also a trace of sadness in her heart. She knew that the pressure on Qin Wentian was too great. Everyone's pressure was on him.
The greater the strength, the greater the responsibility. He protected everyone around him, and when he faced powerful opponents, he slashed his way through all obstacles, akin to a man of steel.
However, humans would eventually grow tired. She felt some heartache, hating herself for being useless, unable to share his burdens.
"Qingcheng, thank you." Qin Wentian felt the warmth from Mo Qingcheng's tender body as he felt extremely moved in his heart. Qingcheng had no regrets, following him. They were separated more often than not, but she had no complaints at all. She would often gaze at him, longing for him.
"Dumbo." Mo Qingcheng smiled mischievously. Qin Wentian's heart trembled, but he soon smiled as well.
After he learned of what happened to his parents, his rage towered up into the sky. However, he also felt the pressure of responsibility. Even if he was at the ancient emperor level, he would still be far from being able to look at him. In front of that gigantic existence, there was basically nothing he could do.
At this moment, Qin Wentian's countenance changed as a sharp glint of light flickered in his eyes.
"Qingcheng, Little Rascal seems to have something to do." The two of them separated. Qin Wentian spoke to Mo Qingcheng.
"Did something happen?" Mo Qingcheng asked.
"I'm not sure about the specifics but it seems to be very anxious. There's impatience and agitation. I have no idea what happened." Qin Wentian spoke in a low voice. As his cultivation base grew stronger, the connection between him and Little Rascal also grew stronger. At this moment, Little Rascal who was tempering himself in the Desolate Ten Thousand Mountain Range actually sent a signal to him.
"What should we do then? Do you want to go?" Mo Qingcheng asked.
"I'm prepared to go and take a look. I'm worried that Little Rascal might encounter danger." Qin Wentian spoke. Although he brought Little Rascal and Purgatory to the Desolate Ten Thousand Mountain Range for tempering, if there really was danger, how could Qin Wentian bear to do so?
"Mhm." Mo Qingcheng nodded lightly. She smiled, "Go ahead, I will wait for you."
"Okay, I will go and ask the Monarch first." Qin Wentian spoke. He then departed, moving towards the emperor palace of the Emperor Palace of Qianbian.
"Wentian, come to my place." Before Qin Wentian arrived at the Emperor Palace of Qianbian, a voice rang out in his ears. He changed his direction and soon arrived at Bai Wuya's palace.
"Senior brother." Qin Wentian walked in and called out.
"There's a beast tide in the Desolate Ten Thousand Mountain Range. Something major is happening." Bai Wuya spoke.
Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. There were many demons in the immortal realms that cultivated and could transform into human form, possessing sentience. There was actually a beast tide?
"The news from the Heavenly Talisman Realm states that there's a huge beast tide at the border between the Desolate Ten Thousand Mountain Range and the northern regions of the immortal realms. It's extremely terrifying and there might be a supremely powerful greater demon in the depths of the mountain range." Bai Wuya spoke. "The major powers of the northern regions are already preparing for this. Very soon, the entire immortal realms would receive this news."
Qin Wentian's eyes flashed. Could it be that Little Rascal sent him a signal because of this beast tide?
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