Killing his son with his own hands, Ling Guang's body seemed to be broken; he did not expect that he would lose his mind and turn into a crazy dragon one day.
The surrounding landscape was devastated, the palace architecture was ruined, the places where the lightning struck deep into a black hole, even the royal garden that his wife liked the most was burned down.
His dragon eye stared at the dismembered body on the ground, unable to speak nor daring to breathe. He was dumbfounded, transformed back into a typical dragon, and stepped closer to this blackened corpse. Holding Ling Tian in his arms, he cried like a child; never before had a mighty king of the dragon world called like that. He was crying and mourning throughout the dragon world.
The happiest dragon in the world is now a loner…
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Beneath the outer sky, the Asura tribe is holding the upper hand, expanding its territory across the face of the earth, enslaving humanity, creating an army of humans, and raising a flag to claim the king. But suddenly, he retreated from the battle, returning the earth to the human world. Since then, the life of the human race has returned to normal, with a grand celebration, joyful singing, and resounding singing, and a party opens for three days and three nights.
Winter has come, and snow begins to fall, whiten the ground, covering the vestiges of war. Although it is a happy day for humanity, for the dragon clan, this is the day of the funeral of the second prince of the Ling family. During the ceremony, Ling Guang just sat quietly beside his son's coffin; he didn't cry, but his heart seemed to have died; an incomplete picture of a family full of members was in his hand.
Inside the coffin is a sealed corpse, put on the body is a piece of jeweled jade; this is a piece of peace jade that Liu Wu gave to his child when he was born; I hope this boy when born and grows up all life is peaceful.
Winter is dreary; the wind is blowing more robust and muscular with snow, making the sky and earth dark. The snow is getting thicker and thicker, covering the whole way, fearing bad weather will affect the burial ceremony. Ling Guang has moved one more day to make things go more smoothly.
He did not go anywhere all day, just sitting next to the coffin, not even eating, not even a drop of water to drink. He confided to his son the last things, the emotional thoughts of the father, but he knew well that only he listened; the people in the coffin could not react because of the emotion.
Because he was too worried about his father, Ling Jie visited him in the middle of the night; seeing that he was tired, he had put his face on the coffin lid and slept; not wanting to wake up his father, he took off his fur coat and covered it. Looking at the person lying inside the coffin was still just a mass of meat wrapped in white cloth and then sighed.
The wind and snow gradually decreased and stopped completely, and the sun appeared. People stirred; why was it only midnight the sun rising? Ling Jie quickly ran to the window, looking out at the sky. It's correct! The sun is rising. The first sunlight of the sun entered the building; the sun this time was unusual; the color was not like the morning sun; the color this time was a bit darker but had a strangely intense light.
The screams and appeals of the people, soldiers, and servants in the palace awakened Ling Guang; he thought he had slept until morning; it was time to say goodbye to his youngest son.
The sound of footsteps came: "Dear King, the vision appears again, the sun rises in the middle of the night, this is a good omen for our dragon world." "Perhaps because of his old age and weak health, the first elder said while breathing when he put all his strength into coming here in a short time.
"Midnight? Yes, this is a good omen, the light of the sun illuminating my son's final step into eternity." - The sore eyes looked towards the coffin directly illuminated by the sunlight.
“Father, if it is a good omen, we should perform the ritual now, lest the sun goes down again.” - Dressed his father in a royal robe, Ling Jie said.
Because it was too rushed, the burial ceremony took place quite hastily; the whole dragon world thought this was a good omen; the second prince escaped from his body and transformed into a god, bringing prosperity to the nation. No longer the painful scene of the funeral, the people rejoiced like the harvest.
Buried next to his mother, Ling Guang hopes that she will take care of his son in eternity and not leave him alone anymore. The funeral ended, and the sun went down, returning to the quiet night. The sun was not the same as when it rose and set again very quickly, and the group soon arranged to return to the palace.
After consoling his father, Ling Jie also returned to his room to rest. After the battle with the Asura tribe, his body often ached, even coughing up blood, lying down on the bed tired, sleepy. Pulled over, he fell asleep.
He saw a child with a strange face and an amputated right arm crying on the ground in his dream. Looking like his brother, he approached and hugged that boy, the two talked together in their dreams, fought for a long time; I forgot that I still had a younger brother since I was born; I had only met him once, Hadn’t had a chance to talk yet.
"Brother, after this talk, you go to the east sea, where your father taught you how to fight in the water when you were young; dive in, and you will find me."
After saying that, he disappeared with him in the morning, Ling Jie woke up startled, sweating profusely, and he quickly got up, remembering his brother's words; as soon as the morning, he flew to the East Sea.
Floating in the middle of the sea, without hesitation, he dived straight into the water, swooped deep, but it was just a terrifyingly quiet night, without any life; giving up, he emerged, flew back to a snail deserted island.
“In the dream, she said that, why is there nothing now? Or is it all just a dream. Damn, I'm crazy." - Mumbling and then slapping himself in the face, Ling Jie flew back.
Thinking that it was because he missed you, he went to his brother's burial place to visit for a while, sat next to the stone stele, and talked; he remembered in the dream yesterday, the two brothers were pleased, tears rolled long on the cheek, falling to the green grass.
Maybe…no miracle will happen.