Chapter 7: Departure
he muttered to himself, realizing what was happening. He quickly concealed himself and sprinted into the depths of the forest, ensuring his parents wouldn't see him.
Suddenly, his body began to burn with intense heat. His physique, now fully awakened, underwent a tremendous transformation, refining and strengthening every fiber of his body. His muscles became denser, his bones harder, and his overall strength and vitality increased several times. Also, he began to produce a large amount of Yang Qi due to his Primordial Dragon Physique. He also started to feel an insatiable hunger for Yin Qi due to his Primordial Demon Physique, a need that was now natural to him. But as a male, he couldn't produce the Yin Qi he desperately needed.
A few minutes later, he regained control. His body and eyes were now glowing with a purple aura. The man who stood there was incredibly handsome, with striking purple eyes and matching hair. He was tall and well-built, his physique radiating power and grace.
Before this transformation, he had already been considered attractive, but now, his appearance had reached an entirely new level. His features were more chiseled and refined, his skin smoother and more radiant. His muscles, which had always been well-defined, now had an almost ethereal quality, as if carved from the finest marble. His eyes, once merely striking, now seemed to hold galaxies within them, glowing with mesmerizing purple light.
His hair, now a deep, vibrant purple, flowed down smoothly, framing his face perfectly. Every part of him seemed to exude a magnetic charm, making it impossible to look away.
It was as if he had undergone a complete metamorphosis, emerging not just stronger and more powerful but also more captivating and entrancing.
He could feel the immense power coursing through him, but also a deep yearning for balance.
After taking a few deep breaths and bringing his aura under control, he used his body transformation technique, 'Veil of Shadows' created by the Demon Goddess herself. This technique wasn't just about altering appearance; it completely transformed his aura and concealed his cultivation level.
Normally, such profound changes would require a special pill crafted by alchemists, but this technique allowed him to achieve the transformation seamlessly. His purple eyes dimmed to a more natural hue, his aura became indistinguishable from that of an ordinary human, and his striking features were subtly subdued.
He returned home with a worry clouding his mind. The imbalance in his body would begin to cause serious damage within a few months if left alone.
He entered the house quietly, trying not to disturb his parents. He felt a pang of sadness as he thought about the looming threat to his well-being. His memories were nearly complete, but the final pieces still eluded him. He knew he didn't have much time before his unstable body started to harm him seriously.
"I'll stay a little longer" he whispered to himself. "I want to be with them for their last moments."
His eyes had a special ability inherited from his father; he could see through people, their lifespans, and races, even if they used concealment for their cultivation level or appearance. Thus, he knew their time was close to end
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Months passed, and the condition of his body kept worsening. He continued to care for his parents, helping them with their daily needs as they fell ill. He would feed them, and stay by their side, ensuring they were as comfortable as possible.
One day, his mother coughed and called him over. "Eighteen years have passed since you came into our lives. You've brought us so much joy," she said, her voice weak but full of love. Her husband, now frail and aged, laughed softly. "Our time is running out, son. It's time for you to start your own journey, even though it might be a bit late. You're already in your late thirties," he said with a gentle smile. At first, they had always thought he was a cultivator but it changed because he had aged alongside them, never revealing his true nature.
In reality, he had been using the Veil of Shadows technique to age himself, never letting them know about his cultivation abilities because it wasn't necessary.
The young man smiled a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yes, father," he replied thoughtfully. "All these years, we've called each other mother, father, and son, but you've never told me your names. Since I don't have a name myself, there's no need for that now" he said softly. His parents were surprised. "Are you saying...?" his mother began, her voice was full of happiness.
He nodded, his eyes filled with a gentle resolve.
'Through the Dragon God's (he didn't call him father as he is not worthy) teachings and my own reflections, I've come to understand I wouldn't hesitate to kill those who try to harm, but to kill someone without reason, to take the life of an innocent, is a line that shouldn't be crossed. but-'
His worry persisted, gnawing at him. 'I don't really care about people. Would I kill innocent lives for my benefit? honestly, I don't know. Of course, I have empathy, but would I kill countless people to save my mother or father if I had to choose? I probably would, so I couldn't come to a conclusion easily.'
After pondering a while, he took a deep breath, determined. 'It's a crime,' he muttered to himself, his parents unable to hear his quiet words. 'It's a crime to be weak and to need to choose unnecessary killings to protect your loved ones.'
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, he reflected on a name for himself.
"I've decided to my name "
"Tian Jing"
His parents were quiet for a moment, letting the name sink in. They looked at each other, then back at their son, their eyes filled with pride and understanding.
"Tian Jing," his father repeated softly, contemplating the meaning. "Heavenly Mirror... It reflects both the heavens and the earth, just like you. 'Tian' means 'Heaven' or 'Sky', symbolizing your high ideals and lofty aspirations. 'Jing' means 'Mirror,' representing your reflective nature, just like a dragon and your ability to see things clearly and justly."
His mother nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "What a beautiful name."
"Tian Jing," his father said again, smiling warmly. "It's perfect."
He took a breath and looked at his parents with a warm smile. "Now it's your turn," he said gently. "What are your names?"
His mother looked thoughtful for a moment before she spoke. "My name is Hua Mei," she said softly. "Hua means 'flower,' representing beauty and grace. Mei means 'beautiful,' symbolizing purity and elegance."
His father smiled and nodded. "And my name is Shan Wei," he said. "Shan means 'mountain,' representing strength and stability. Wei means 'great' or 'mighty,' symbolizing power and resilience."
Tian Jing nodded, feeling a deeper connection to his parents now that he knew their names. He approached his mother first, leaning down to hug her gently as she lay in bed. "Hua Mei," he whispered, "thank you for everything."
She smiled and hugged him back, tears of joy streaming down her face. "I love you, my son."
Then he moved to his father's side, embracing him with the same tenderness. "Shan Wei," he said, "thank you for everything"
His father hugged him tightly, a proud smile on his face. "I love you, Tian Jing.."
Tian Jing nodded, feeling a deeper connection to his parents now that he knew their names. Tian Jing held both of his parents' hands, feeling the warmth.
That night, as he sat by their bedside, a peaceful silence enveloped the room. The gentle rise and fall of their breaths began to slow. Hua Mei, his mother, gave a final, soft sigh and her hand went still in his. A tear slipped down Tian Jing's face as he looked at her serene expression, knowing she had passed peacefully.
Moments later, his father's breathing also slowed, and with a final breath, Shan Wei followed his beloved wife into eternal rest. Tian Jing felt his father's hand relax in his grasp, and he knew that his parents had both left this world together as they had lived their lives.
The room was quiet, the only sound the faint rustling of leaves outside the window. Tian Jing sat there for a long time, holding their hands, feeling the weight of their loss but also the profound love they had given him.
He gently released their hands and closed their eyes. He tidied the room, making sure they looked peaceful and dignified in their final rest. Then, he stepped outside into the cool night air, looking up at the stars.
"I thought this world was all about being powerful, about strength, and my purpose was taking their revenge" he murmured to himself, tears streaming down his face. "I saw thousands of massacres, countless deaths, countless evil things."
His voice trembled as he continued, "But it looks like there are good things too. I will try, try to care someone other than my parents."
He wiped away his tears, his expression hardening. "But that doesn't mean I will care for anyone unworthy. If they are not, They are not worthy even for my glance."
Even though he had felt warmth and affection these years, He was mentally thousands of years old, he was still the son of the Dragon God and the Demon Goddess. He was prideful, ruthless, and cold. But now,
He had just opened up a way to be able to see someone immportant and care for, like he did to his parents.
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