All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Even knowing that he had no feelings for her, even knowing that she was just a pawn in a game, she still stayed by his side gently and never uttered a single complaint.

As the curtain fell and she lay dying, Jiang Linlin gently shook her head, using her last bit of strength to softly comfort him.

"It's alright...it's alright, Jiang Chen..."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, so faint it seemed it might vanish into thin air at any moment, yet so tender it brought tears to one's eyes.

"I know you don't love me... but I've never blamed you."

"Qiu An is a good child... exceptionally talented, resilient, and loyal..."

"Promise me, don't let me... cause you and your son to drift apart, or for your own flesh and blood to turn against each other..."

A single sentence drained most of her life force.

She breathed slightly, her gaze slowly falling on the infant in Jiang Chen's arms. All thoughts of national righteousness and ethnic conflict faded from her eyes, leaving only the purest and most tender maternal love.

That was the purest tenderness after setting aside all identities, all games, and all grudges.

"Whether it's Qiu An... or our children..."

"They shouldn't live in hatred..."

"Dragons and ferocious beasts are of the same lineage, and are not natural enemies..."

"With these two as a bond, the two tribes might be able to put aside their grudges and coexist peacefully..."

This was her final expectation in life, and also the long-cherished wish she wanted to fulfill throughout her life.

She dedicated her entire life to the country, the nation, and the greater good, never living for herself in the slightest.

Only at the very last moment of her life did she dare to express her deepest desires.

Jiang Chen's heart trembled violently. A mix of emotions—bitterness, guilt, heartache, and helplessness—swirled and surged, almost crushing him completely.

"Linlin, I'm sorry."

These five simple words fully express all his guilt and helplessness.

I'm sorry to have trapped you in a game of chess for the rest of your life.

I'm sorry for making you endure so much for love your whole life.

I'm sorry that you gave your all, only to end up with such a tragic fate.

Jiang Linlin gently raised her hand, wanting to touch the child in her arms, her movements weak and slow.

"No need to apologize..."

"I, Jiang Linlin, have spent my whole life working hard for my clan and my father's great cause... I have never had a single thought of myself."

"This time... let me be selfish just this once."

"If there is an afterlife... I do not seek power, nor do I seek righteousness..."

"I only wish to take my two children and stay away from all conflict, away from war and power struggles..."

"Let them live a stable, carefree life..."

"The feud between the two races, the chess game of the heavens, our responsibility... should not have been borne by them in the first place..."

Her breath grew weaker and weaker, the light in her eyes dimmed rapidly, and the flame of her life was about to be extinguished completely.

On her deathbed, images from many years ago flashed through her mind, and she murmured softly.

"I remember... Qiu An's name... is a combination of your name and his mother's name..."

"You wish him a peaceful and prosperous life, free from worries year after year..."

"Then our child... I hope he..."

The words were left unsaid.

pat...

The slender hand that had been slightly raised, wanting to stroke the child, suddenly fell limply to the ground.

The soft murmurs ceased completely, dissipating into the tranquil palace.

His eyes closed completely, and the last trace of life vanished.

The gluttonous princess, a woman of great righteousness, forbearance, and regret, has come to an end.

He passed away quietly, without a sound.

The young child in Jiang Chen's arms seemed to sense his mother's complete departure.

The child, who was originally quiet and well-behaved, suddenly opened his little mouth and let out a heart-wrenching, innocent cry.

"Wow--!!"

The child's cries were shrill and helpless, echoing through the deathly silent palace.

Without reason, without understanding life and death, he instinctively sensed that the person who loved him most in the world was gone forever.

The sobs were faint, yet they pierced Jiang Chen's heart, shattering the hard shell he had endured for so many years.

His shoulders trembled slightly; he was usually a master strategist who never showed his emotions.

A warm tear slid from his resolute eyes and slowly rolled down his cheek.

No one knows that this tear was shed for the departed Jiang Linlin.

It is a tribute to her lifelong forbearance, her lifelong dedication, and her lifelong regrets.

It was also for the infant son in her arms who had just been born and had permanently lost his mother.

It was a lament for this long-running, inescapable, and ultimately painful game of chess.

All emotions are contained in this single tear.

After a long while, Jiang Chen slowly raised his hand and gently patted the crying infant in his arms.

The movements were gentle, filled with endless tenderness and guilt, as well as heavy expectations and entrustments.

His voice was hoarse and low as he spoke softly, word by word, as if telling a child, or perhaps comforting himself.

"My child, you must remember this."

"Your mother dedicated her life to public service and righteousness."

"She knew perfectly well that what happened between her and me was just a transaction."

"Even though she had another love in her heart, she was willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of the peace of the tribe and the greater good of all people, and married me and stayed with me for many years."

"She never owed anyone anything, except herself."

"You must always remember her sacrifices, her gentleness, and her selflessness."

The child in her arms seemed to understand, and the crying gradually weakened, though the still small shoulders trembled slightly.

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and gazed at his young son's tender features, the unfinished expectations of Jiang Linlin echoing in his mind, and he had already made up his mind.

She hopes her children will stay away from conflict and live peacefully year after year.

She hopes her children will remember the warmth and never forget their loved ones.

Jiang Chen parted his lips slightly, his tone extremely solemn, each word carrying immense weight, sealing his fate.

"May you be well and healthy, and may you remember your mother's great righteousness."

"From this day forward, your name will be Jiang Junyi."

Jiang Junyi.

I hope you are well, and I often think of my mother.

Every word and phrase is filled with longing, guilt, and expectation.

I hope he will have a peaceful and smooth life, far away from war and strife.

He should also remember forever the tenderness and righteousness his mother, Jiang Linlin, gave her throughout her life.

Inside the palace, the crying gradually subsided, and silence fell.

Jiang Chen was left alone, holding his infant son, standing amidst the desolation, bearing all the loneliness and vicissitudes of life by himself.

On one side are the old grudges and secrets that the dragon clan elders are struggling with.

On one side is the poignant farewell of life and death at the end of the holy land, and the anticipation of a new beginning.

No one knows how this saga of grudges spanning two generations will ultimately end amidst the flames of war.

Meanwhile, the mysterious plot modifier imprisoned in the Dragon Clan's secret dungeon remains in the shadows, quietly waiting for the right moment to pry open the old guard and completely distort the destiny of the two races.

Layers of mist shroud the heavens, and the truth is buried deep in the dust of time.

The sea of ​​blood has not yet dried, the flames of war have not yet died down, the grudges have not yet been settled, and the destiny is hard to break.

The two places are in turmoil, each with its own upheavals, yet they are inextricably linked by an invisible thread of destiny.

The hesitation and indecision of the dragon elders kept the long-sealed secrets from seeing the light of day, giving those lurking in the shadows an opportunity to take advantage.

Inside the secret prison, the mysterious cultivator, who appeared to be imprisoned, was surrounded by a faint stream of plot data, quietly locking onto the Golden Dragon Elders who knew about Jiang Chen's past.

He waited patiently for the right moment, just for an opening, to alter memories, distort the truth, and completely smear the forbearance and righteousness of the past as a conspiracy to betray the clan.

The tragic end of the Gluttonous Holy Land left Jiang Chen raising his young son alone, harboring deep sorrow and grievances. No one knew the truth behind his years of seclusion, and no one understood the helplessness he and Jiang Linlin felt, which was beyond their control.

Xu Qiu'an was on the battlefield, strategizing and fighting desperately to stabilize the situation, unaware that his own background had been fabricated and distorted, and even more unaware that he had become the most innocent pawn in the game of fate.

The flames of war continue to rage, grudges pile up, unresolved grievances of the old friends, conspiracies fabricated by outsiders, and the bonds and regrets between two generations are all intertwined on the battlefields of the heavens.

This racial war, which had already gone astray, was now bound by an even deeper shackle of fate, and an even greater upheaval was quietly brewing.