After getting pregnant with a golden dragon cub, the fake daughter A blew up the entire interstellar

Chapter 501 The Great Golden Dragon Dies in a Love Suicide Attempt; Jiang Chacha is Not Found, Even Returning to the Tenth Heaven, Jiang Chacha Cannot Be Found.
Jiang Chacha hugged him back, her hand touching the back of his head, her voice clear and cheerful as ever: "Silly boy, I'm your partner, of course I'll wait for you here. Even if the ship explodes and you get burned, won't it hurt a lot?"

Chongming held her close, his arm around her neck, feeling her warmth. The broken part in his heart was filled and he felt a satisfaction he had never known before: "It doesn't hurt, Jiang Chacha. I don't feel any pain at all, being able to hold you and be with you."

Jiang Chacha chuckled and said, "Fool..."

A deafening explosion interrupted Jiang Chacha's words, drowning out her voice, and the spaceship was reduced to fragments.

Chongming, who was holding Jiang Chacha, also turned into fragments of flame, exploding in the very center of the 5-light-year void in the Lingxiao star system.

The massive shockwaves of the explosion spread out in waves, and the flaming fragments illuminated the entire cavity, like two giant stars colliding and exploding.

"Wow, he's dead! Si Ming, your family's second generation has committed suicide for love! Good heavens, is this love tribulation over yet?"

Xuanyuan Longbai appeared at the edge of the explosion. An invisible, transparent shield blocked the flames and fragments from the explosion, allowing her to be in space as if it were empty. She watched the huge explosion and the second generation whose bodies were blown to pieces, and excitedly shouted "Si Ming!"

Siming appeared beside her, his face calm and serene: "Xuanyuan Longbai, you don't need to be so happy."

Xuanyuan Longbai completely disregarded his warning, laughing like silver bells: "Lord Siming, I've already given you face by not kicking you when you're down, and you won't even let me laugh a couple of times? That's really unreasonable!"

The God of Fate spread his hand, and a blank book appeared in his palm: "According to the fate I wrote for him, he should live to be 650 years old."

Xuanyuan Longbai leaned closer, but before his hand even touched the wordless book, he blew on it, and the wordless book in Siming's palm began to flip.

As she read, she exclaimed, "My goodness, the fate you wrote for him is quite something! He loses his love at 154, experiences the dragon's mating season, suffers terribly, and goes mad with longing. At 200, he meets another love, who dies at 254, and then another one appears at 350..."

"Ahhh, Lord Siming, have you gone mad or what? How come I never saw you write his fate with such a twist before?"

"Goodness, if people knew you were the God of Fate in the heavens, they would think you were some 18th-rate online writer. The male protagonists you write are not faithful and all they know is to be novelty-seeking all day long."

Snap!
Si Ming closed the blank book: "This is not about his fate, but a manuscript I jotted down on the plots of other gods who are going to experience love tribulations."

Xuanyuan Longbai suddenly realized: "So there are gods above you who have to come down to experience love tribulations, and they have to experience such a melodramatic love tribulation. Let's have a moment of silence for him. By the way, I was scared to death. I thought you were really going to throw this melodramatic blood at your second-generation heir."

"I'm relieved that it's not him. Oh, by the way, your second-generation descendant died before he was 180 years old, more than 470 years earlier than the 650-year lifespan you wrote for him. Given his situation, which is beyond your control, are you going to go up to meet him, or down to meet him, or perhaps send him to a new world to experience another tribulation of love?"

Si Ming looked at Xuan Yuanlongbai and said in a calm voice, "Try to suppress the upturned corners of your mouth."

Xuanyuan Longbai laughed out loud, his laughter infuriating: "Sorry, I'm just a lowly demon cultivator. My cultivation isn't high enough to suppress it. Please don't take offense."

Si Ming gritted his teeth: "Xuanyuan Longbai..."

Xuanyuan Longbai laughed ostentatiously: "No need to shout so loudly, I'm right next to you, I can hear you."

Si Ming suppressed a deep breath: "My family's second generation didn't experience a love tribulation, and neither did your family's Jiang Chacha. You have no right to laugh at me."

Xuanyuan Longbai's smile remained unchanged: "How do you know that our Jiang Chacha hasn't experienced a love tribulation?"

"Let me tell you, the only one who didn't experience the tribulation of love is your second generation. Even the second-generation demon king's sister and her subordinates from the demon race experienced their own tribulations in helping your second generation experience the tribulation of love."

"Siming, you must understand clearly that human calculations are no match for divine calculations, and divine calculations are no match for the calculations of Heaven. The way of Heaven will not follow your wishes."

"Besides, what is the status of your family's second generation? Are you just an ordinary cultivator who ascended to godhood?"

"No, he was born in accordance with the will of Heaven. How could his destiny be written by a mere fate master like you?"

"Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore. You can have fun on your own. If you die, don't come looking for me to collect your body..."

"Wait a minute." Si Ming called out to her before Xuan Yuanlongbai could finish speaking.

Xuanyuan Longbai stopped in his tracks as he was about to leave: "What is it? Speak!"

Si Ming gazed at the fading flames and falling fragments in the distance. He had originally intended to ask her to come up with him, but he changed his words at the last minute: "It's alright, you can go."

Xuan Yuanlongbai's smile vanished, and he narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him: "If you have something to say, just say it. Hesitating like that makes you sound like a petty person."

Si Ming replied, "It's alright, you can go now."

Xuanyuan Longbai glanced at him, snorted coldly, casually made a swiping motion, activated the spatial tear, and stepped inside.

As soon as she left, the invisible transparent shield disappeared.

Si Ming slashed to the side, tearing open another space.

As his spatial rift healed, Xuanyuan Longbai reappeared, looked in the direction he had left, made a gesture with his hand, concealed his demonic form and aura, and followed him.

Above the ninth heaven, the sea of ​​clouds surged, and the sky was filled with flowing rosy clouds like golden gauze. The pavilions and towers were all built with jade as their foundation and glazed tiles as their roof. The vermilion pillars were entwined with giant dragon statues, and the corridor pillars were engraved with cloud patterns. A roar that was neither like a bull nor a tiger resounded throughout the ninth heaven, echoing and deafening.

"A dragon's roar from the ninth heaven! Who dares to make such a loud noise in the ninth heaven? Don't they want to live in hell?"

Upon hearing this voice, the little fairies trembled with fear and huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.

"Above the Nine Heavens, in this solemn place, how can the roar of a dragon be allowed? Whose mount is this, so unruly?"

"Did someone coming up from down there not know the rules and get too excited, causing them to yell like that?"

"What are you howling about? Don't you feel your legs trembling and your heart skipping a beat when you hear that roar?"

"I feel, I feel, that roar is so oppressive and intimidating, it's not like an ordinary dragon, it's like an old dragon..."

"What old dragon? That's nonsense. This isn't a roar from the Ninth Heaven; it's a roar from the Tenth Heaven."

"The Tenth Heaven? Isn't there one living in the Tenth Heaven?"

"Yes, I absolutely cannot have misheard, it is that one from the Tenth Heaven."

"Oh my god, I'll go ask other immortals if I need to serve in the Tenth Heaven. I can go and do the cleaning."

"You're kidding me. The Tenth Heaven needs servants to clean and do chores. The line can stretch all the way to the South Heavenly Gate, but it won't be your turn."

"If I can't get a spot, I can't get a spot. Can't I even think about it? Thinking about it isn't against the law. So I'll think about it, I'll think about it."

"Alright, alright, think it over, think it over as hard as you can, think it over slowly. I'm going to cultivate now, I'm going to work now."

"Ginger tea..."

Chongming called out "Jiang Cha" before opening his eyes. Gazing at the unfamiliar place before him, shrouded in ethereal mist and draped with golden gauze, his memories quickly returned.

In an instant, he transformed from human form into dragon form, letting out a dragon's roar and overturning the water in the dragon pool beneath him.

Xuanyuan Longbai followed Siming to the Tenth Heaven. He stood in front of the gate of the Tenth Heaven, but neither he nor she went in.

A dragon's roar echoed from the Tenth Heaven, making her smile. She remembered, she remembered, she remembered that second-generation heir.

It's funny to think about, but it has nothing to do with her or her Jiang Chacha. She can just watch the show.

A golden light flashed out from within and landed in Siming's hand.

Si Ming grasped the golden light, moved, and stepped into the tenth heaven.

Xuanyuan Longbai wanted to go in with him, but was stopped by an invisible barrier or enchantment. She could only watch helplessly as Siming went in.

Si Ming entered the tenth heaven and arrived outside the Dragon Pool. He stood with his hands behind his back, his long black hair reaching his ankles, and wearing a wide-sleeved robe. He respectfully bowed deeply and said, "Si Ming greets the High God Chongming!"

Chongming gazed at the Mirror of Reincarnation before him, looking at himself reflected in it, and slowly opened his mouth, his voice as cold as the tenth heaven: "Siming, you've really gone to a lot of trouble for me, arranging 99 tribulations of love for me!"

Si Ming bowed respectfully and said, "Si Ming dares not."

With a wave of his hand behind his back, Chongming caused the cycle of reincarnation in front of him to evolve into 99 Reincarnation Mirrors, surrounding Siming.

Each cycle of reincarnation mirror presents him with a love tribulation arranged by the God of Fate—absurd, laughable, childish, and mindless.

Chongming turned around, the dragon scales on his face and neck still visible, his divine might radiating: "You dare not? You've arranged 99 love tribulations for me. If you dare, are you going to kill gods and slay me, making me die in this small world?"

The God of Destiny could not withstand his divine might. His face turned pale, and he knelt down, bowing his head to the ground: "The God of Destiny dares not, please calm your anger, Your Majesty."

"Your father god has been dead for many years. He left behind his last divine power, which you have not inherited. In order for you to successfully inherit his divine power, you need to go through three calamities, seven losses, nine tribulations, and one thousand three hundred and sixty-five tribulations."

"You have spent countless years experiencing all kinds of tribulations, but you have not experienced the tribulation of love. I had no choice but to arrange one tribulation of love after another for you. Please see clearly that I have no selfish motives. I only wish that you can overcome the tribulation of love as soon as possible, inherit your father god's divine power, and protect all living beings in the three realms!"

Chongming took a step forward and stood before Siming, looking down at him: "Siming, I have just inherited my father's divine power. Tell me, have I experienced my tribulation of love or not?"

Siming was overjoyed: "Congratulations, God! Congratulations, God! You have overcome your love tribulation."

Chongming opened his mouth slowly and deliberately, with an air of unquestionable authority: "You said I've experienced a love tribulation, then fine, bring Jiang Chacha here to me."

Siming's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said, "High God, what Jiang Chacha? There is no Jiang Chacha. She is a fictional character in the love tribulation plot that I arranged for you. She doesn't exist at all!"

(End of this chapter)