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Linglong created the Beast God.

Deep in the mountains, in a secluded cave, she used the malevolent energy of heaven and earth, her own life essence, and her lifelong witchcraft to create a new life.

It was an infant, small and soft, with his eyes closed, curled up in a ball. There was a fierce aura surrounding him, black like mist, but his face was clean and fair, like an ordinary child.

Linglong held him in her arms, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

This is the life she created, her child.

She named him Long Nianchuan. Long was taken from the "Long" in her name, and Nianchuan was a name for Jiang Xiaochuan.

She thought that this was her and Jiang Xiaochuan's child, even though Jiang Xiaochuan didn't know, and even though Jiang Xiaochuan might never know.

She brought Long Nianchuan back to the Witch Clan and hid him in her house. She told everyone that he was an orphan she had found. Although the elders had some complaints, they didn't say much because she was a queen.

She secretly raised him, taught him to speak, and taught him to walk. Long Nianchuan grew very slowly; after several years, he was still an infant. But he was very smart and learned everything quickly. He would call her "Mother," hug her neck and act spoiled, and point to the birds outside the window, asking in a childish voice, "What is that?"

Linglong's heart melted.

She thought, "That's fine."

They raised him like this, and when he grew up, they told him everything, and told him to go find Jiang Xiaochuan, to wait for her, to love her, to live for her... for a thousand years later.

But things didn't go as she expected.

Long Nianchuan's malevolent aura grew stronger and stronger. When he cried, things in the room would move without wind. When he was angry, his eyes would turn red. When he was asleep, black malevolent aura would overflow from his body, turning the entire room black.

Linglong tried suppressing it, trying to channel it, and trying to purify it with witchcraft, but nothing worked.

That malevolent aura is born of heaven and earth; it is his very essence, and cannot be removed or suppressed.

She started to panic.

She remembered Jiang Xiaochuan's words, that he would create a monster, a monster that would kill many people.

She looked at Long Nianchuan sleeping soundly in her arms, at his innocent face, and felt a chill run down her spine.

Is this a monster?

This is her child.

……

Long Nianchuan still got into trouble.

That day, Linglong went to the altar to discuss matters, leaving him alone in the room.

She set up a protective barrier, thinking it would be foolproof, but when she returned, the house was in a mess, the barrier was broken, and Long Nianchuan was gone.

She searched frantically and finally found him in the back of the mountain.

He stood in an open space, with several young witches lying at his feet, all injured, some with broken arms, others coughing up blood.

Long Nianchuan stood in the middle of them, his body surging with murderous intent, his eyes bloodshot, and he was raising his hand, about to attack the last boy.

"Stop!" Linglong rushed over and hugged him tightly.

Long Nianchuan was stunned when she hugged him. His fierce aura slowly dissipated, and his eyes returned to their deep brown color. He looked up at her, his face still wet with tears.

"Mother," he said, his voice choked with emotion, "they...they called me a monster, a bastard without a father, and they even threw stones at me..."

Linglong held him, her hands trembling.

She looked at the injured boys, then at Long Nianchuan, who was sobbing in her arms, and felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife.

She was wrong.

Big mistakes.

……

Linglong brought Long Nianchuan back to the cave.

It was the cave where she created him, the same cave where Jiang Xiaochuan came from. She found the stone coffin in the cave, exactly as Jiang Xiaochuan had described. She lay down inside and tried it, but the stone coffin didn't react. She tried several more times, using various witchcraft methods, but the stone coffin still didn't react.

She understood something.

She couldn't wait any longer.

She also found something else in the cave: a complex and ancient array carved into the ground. According to the description on the stone wall, it was the Eight Fiends Mystic Fire Array. Next to it was a bronze mirror, the Mystic Fire Mirror.

She looked at the formation and the bronze mirror, and made a decision.

She called Long Nianchuan to her side, stroked his head, and spoke very softly.

"Nianchuan," she said, "do you want to see your father?"

Long Nianchuan's eyes lit up: "Yes! Mother, where is Father?"

"He's in a very far place," Linglong said. "To see him, you'll have to wait a very, very long time, until you grow up, until your mother... until your mother can no longer be with you."

"How long will it take?"

"millennium."

Long Nianchuan was stunned. He was still young and didn't know how long a thousand years was, but he knew that it was a very, very long time.

"Can't Mother take me to find Father?" he asked.

Linglong shook her head: "Mother can't go, but you can. When you grow up and live for a thousand years, you'll be able to see your father."

"But can I live that long?" Long Nianchuan asked. "Will I die?"

Linglong looked at him, her eyes reddening.

"No," she said, her voice a little hoarse. "Mother will let you live to see your father a thousand years from now, and tell him... tell him that Mother is waiting for him."

Long Nianchuan seemed to understand, but nodded nonetheless.

"Okay," he said, "I'll listen to my mother."

Linglong hugged him tightly, very tightly.

……

Linglong lied to Long Nianchuan.

She made him lie down in the center of the Eight Fiends Profound Fire Formation and told him that it would hurt a little, but he could bear it and it would be over soon. Once the pain was over, he could take a nap and see his father when he woke up.

Long Nianchuan was very obedient; he lay down inside and closed his eyes.

Linglong stood outside the formation, holding the Xuanhuo Mirror in her hand, her hand trembling.

"Mother," Long Nianchuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her, "Will you always stay with me?"

Linglong's nose tingled, and she almost cried.

"Yes," she said, her voice choked with emotion, "Mother will always be with you, forever and ever."

Long Nianchuan smiled and then closed his eyes again.

Linglong took a deep breath, raised the Xuanhuo Mirror, and activated the formation.

Flames erupted, and eight fire dragons burst forth from the formation, roaring as they lunged at Long Nianchuan in the center. Long Nianchuan was engulfed by the flames, letting out a scream, but soon fell silent.

Linglong gritted her teeth and continued to activate the formation.

One day, two days, three days...

The fire dragon burned day and night, but Long Nianchuan in the center of the formation was still there. Although he was burned beyond recognition, he was still alive and breathing.

Linglong was about to collapse. Her spiritual power was draining away, her essence was burning, and her life was slipping away. But she dared not stop, for if she did, all her efforts would be in vain.

On the seventh day, she finally understood.

The Beast God is formed from the malevolent energy of heaven and earth; it is immortal and indestructible. To kill it, one must first give it a physical body. Only with a physical body can it be killed.

But where can she find a body?

She looked at Long Nianchuan in the center of the formation, then at herself.

Then she smiled, a bittersweet smile, yet also one of relief.

She walked to the edge of the formation, reached out, and touched Long Nianchuan's charred face.

"Nianchuan," she said softly, "Mother will stay with you."

She drew her dagger, cut off her own flesh and bones, and threw them into the formation. The flesh and bones immediately ignited upon contact with the flames, turning into specks of golden light that merged into Long Nianchuan's body.

Long Nianchuan's body began to change. His charred skin peeled off and new flesh grew in its place. His broken bones were repaired and hardened. His incomplete facial features were reshaped and restored to their original state.

He opened his eyes, looked at Linglong, and his eyes showed doubt and confusion.

"Mother?" he said, his voice hoarse. "What are you doing?"

Linglong didn't answer, but continued to cut flesh and remove bones, piece by piece, one piece after another, one bone after another. She cut very quickly and urgently, blood gushing from her body and flowing all over the ground, staining the array red. But she couldn't feel pain, she only felt tired, very tired, so tired that she wanted to sleep.

As the last piece of flesh was cut off and the last bone was removed, she could no longer stand and collapsed to the ground.

……

Linglong vanished, but not completely.

She still had a wisp of her soul, very weak and faint, like a candle flame in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

She floated out of the cave, floated to the cave entrance, wanting to see the world again, to see if the person she was waiting for would come.

But she had no strength left, and her lingering soul was growing fainter and fainter, about to dissipate.

Just then, someone appeared.

He was a young man from the Wu tribe named Amu.

He was ordered to find Linglong. After searching for several days, he finally found this place. When he saw Linglong's remnant soul, he was startled, knelt on the ground, and trembled.

"Your Majesty..." he said, his voice trembling.

Linglong stared at him for a long time, then suddenly remembered what Jiang Xiaochuan had said: he had seen a fierce spirit guarding the cave entrance, saying it was waiting for him to come.

It was him.

It turns out everything was predetermined.

She smiled and, with her last strength, told Amu her final words.

She said she would wait for someone here, for a thousand years.

She said that a thousand years later, a young man would come with a gun, a sword, and a fox. She said she would guide him into the cave, let him see her, and let them... get to know each other, understand each other, and fall in love.

"If he refuses to enter the cave," she said, "tell him that the beast demon broke the seal, causing widespread suffering, and the cause lies with him."

Amu knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, saying he remembered, he remembered.

Linglong looked at the cave entrance, then at the vast mountains, and then at this world.

Then she closed her eyes, and her remnant soul transformed into starlight, falling at the cave entrance and solidifying into a stone statue.

The stone statue depicts her at her most beautiful, with exquisite features, flowing robes, and gazing into the distance as if waiting for someone.

Amu knelt before the stone statue for three days and three nights, then rose, committed suicide, and transformed into a fierce spirit, guarding the cave entrance.

They have guarded it for a thousand years.

……

When Jiang Xiaochuan climbed out of the stone coffin, his mind was still blank.

He had been in the darkness for so long that he had forgotten the time, forgotten who he was, and forgotten why he had to lie in this broken coffin. He wandered around in the coffin for a very long time, thinking every day about how to go back, thinking every day about Xiaobai, Qingyun, and... Linglong.

exquisite.

The thought of that name made him feel choked up.

He sat up and looked around.

It was still the same cave, the same high platform, and the same pile of white bones. The evil spirit was gone, but the stone statue was still at the cave entrance, standing quietly, gazing at the sky.

He is back.

He has returned to his era.

He jumped off the platform and ran out, stepping on the bones.

His bones cracked and popped under his feet, sounding like they were crying or laughing. He ran very fast, as if a ghost was chasing him.

He ran to the cave entrance, stopped, panting, and looked at the sky outside.

It was daytime; the sky was bright.

The sun was very bright and dazzling, and he squinted before his eyes adjusted.

Then he saw Little White.

Xiao Bai sat on the huge rock by the pool, with his back to him, gazing at the water.

She had lost a lot of weight; her clothes hung loosely on her body, and her hair was messy, as if it hadn't been combed in a long time. She hugged her knees, motionless, like a stone statue.

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes welled up with tears, and he called out, "Xiaobai!"

Little White didn't move.

Jiang Xiaochuan called out again, even louder: "Xiaobai!"

Xiao Bai's body trembled slightly, and she slowly turned her head to look at him.

Her face was very pale and thin, and her eyes were large but empty, as if there was nothing inside. She stared at him for a long time before her eyes moved, as if they had come to life.

"My...husband?" she asked, her voice hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against a stone.

"It's me!" Jiang Xiaochuan rushed over and threw himself into her arms.

Xiao Bai was knocked off balance by his bump, but didn't fall over.

She looked down at the person in her arms for a long time, then reached out and touched his face, his hair, his shoulders. Her hand was trembling, trembling violently.

"Is it really you?" she said, her voice trembling. "Am I dreaming?"

"It's not a dream," Jiang Xiaochuan said. "It's me, I'm back."

Xiao Bai's tears fell, one by one, landing on Jiang Xiaochuan's face, burning hot.

"You bastard," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "You promised three days, but I waited for you for two and a half years, more than seven hundred days and nights. I counted more than five hundred tally marks, and eventually I forgot what I was counting."

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned. Two and a half years? He had spent five years with Linglong, but only two and a half years had passed here?

The timing is wrong.

But he didn't have time to think about that.

He held Xiaobai tightly, very tightly.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry, Xiaobai, I'm so sorry..."

Xiao Bai didn't say anything, she just cried, crying so hard she could barely breathe, her whole body trembling.

She held him tightly, as if he were a lost treasure that had been found again, afraid to let go, lest he disappear again.

The two hugged for a long time, so long that the sun was setting and the pool was shimmering with golden light, before Xiaobai slowly let go.

She looked down at Jiang Xiaochuan, her eyes swollen like walnuts, but they were shining brightly.

"You've lost weight," she said, touching his face, "and you've gotten darker."

"You too," Jiang Xiaochuan said, raising his hand to wipe away her tears.

"I've lost weight, I've got no fat left."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at her chest and then at her legs.

The pretty boy blushed and bit his neck lightly, leaving a tooth mark.

"You little pervert," she said, her voice trembling with tears, "you've been up to no good as soon as you got back."

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled, his eyes crinkling into crescents, revealing his pearly white teeth.

"I'm a womanizer," he said. "I like you."

Xiaobai laughed too, but as she laughed, tears fell again. She hugged him tightly once more, this time pressing his entire head against her chest.

Jiang Xiaochuan groaned and struggled, saying, "Enough, enough, I can't breathe..."

Xiao Bai then let go of him, wiped away her tears, took his hand, and looked him up and down, as if to confirm that he had returned unharmed.