One person established a clan

Chapter 388 Mother
As the night deepened, a faint breathing sound came from the bedroom, and a mysterious light shimmered like a sea of ​​stars before finally receding and dissipating after a long while.

Duanmu Jing calmed her breathing, slowly opened her eyes, and lazily stretched her arms to loosen her muscles.

After half a day of rest and recuperation, she had recovered to about 70-80%.

"This is the first time in years that we have acted with such urgency."

She casually brushed her hair across her chest, a lazy and charming smile involuntarily appearing on her face.

Although my body was exhausted, my heart was filled with immense satisfaction and fulfillment. Just thinking of Cheng'er gave me an inexhaustible supply of energy.
"I wonder how Cheng'er and the others rested."

She subconsciously extended her divine sense, and then let out a soft exclamation, vaguely sensing that Su Cheng, Eleven, and the Heavenly Dao were very close in aura.

"What happened?" Duanmu Jing asked, slightly puzzled.

While temporarily residing in the Wen family's territory, everyone was given a quiet room to recuperate. Why would they all gather in Cheng'er's room?

She was curious, but considering the subtle relationship between Eleven and Su Cheng, she ultimately decided not to disturb them.

"Perhaps, this eccentric woman has finally come to her senses and is ready to reveal the truth."

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she sensed that Eleven had already left the house and come out alone.

"Let Cheng'er be alone with the Heavenly Dao?"

Duanmu Jing blinked her beautiful eyes, a strange look gradually appearing on her alluring face.

To be honest, she never understood why her old friend was willing to give up his body and be driven by fate.

If the goal was to imprison the spirit of the Heavenly Dao, with its peak cultivation, it was certainly possible to accomplish so; why go to such lengths?
While she was pondering, she moved silently and arrived at the next bedroom in the blink of an eye, causing Eleven, who was just pushing the door open, to be slightly taken aback.

"you're awake?"

"I'm not injured, I just need to rest for a moment."

Duanmu Jing stretched lazily and smiled, "But while I was meditating with my eyes closed, something interesting seemed to have happened?"

"Nothing serious. The Heavenly Dao took Su Cheng to a sealed place, where he cleansed up some chaotic creatures."

Eleven's expression returned to calm as he casually closed the door. "You came to see me in the middle of the night just to ask about this?"

"Of course not."

Duanmu Jing frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "I'm just curious, is it really alright to let Cheng'er interact with the Heavenly Dao?"

"She is bound by my flesh and blood and cannot cause any trouble, so you can rest assured."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

Duanmu Jing changed her tune again: "I mean, aren't you worried that Tiandao might use your body and something might happen between him and Cheng'er?"

Eleven paused, then sat down, smoothing her skirt, and glanced sideways at him: "How could Heaven be like you, with your mind full of lewd thoughts?"

Duanmu Jing's smile froze slightly, and an alluring blush instantly rose on her cheeks.

"That's slander! Where did I lie?"

His rising tone inexplicably lost its confidence under Eleven's glare.

She coughed lightly, her face flushed, knowing she was in the wrong, and didn't dare to argue any further.

After all, it was indeed she who disregarded their relationship and acted without any restraint towards her old friend's child, even leading to this complicated and ambiguous relationship.
"Well, let's not talk about my business for now, how about we talk about yours?"

"What's there to talk about?"

"After all this time, aren't you going to tell him the truth?"

Duanmu Jing crossed her arms and said softly, "Cheng'er isn't stupid. With his keen eyesight, he's probably already guessed your identity. What's the point of pretending not to know and hiding it from me any longer?"

"." This time, it was Eleven's turn to fall silent.

She closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, then suddenly murmured, "Perhaps... I'm just too afraid."

Duanmu Jing stared wide-eyed in surprise. The Emperor of Calamity she knew was an extremely arrogant and disdainful figure, indifferent to everything and everyone, with an arrogance that could shake the heavens and the earth.

He is revered as the 'Emperor of Calamity' not only because he controls heavenly calamities and slaughter, but also because of his unparalleled imperial aura.
Yet this very emperor, who reigns for ten thousand years, would now utter the words "I dare not".

"Why?" Duanmu Jing couldn't help but ask.

Eleven silently gazed at their own palms: "The reason I gave birth to him was because I foresaw that a great calamity was about to befall me, and I was very likely to perish."

Driven by a sudden impulse to continue the bloodline and pass on the legacy, I decided to 'create' a child from my own bloodline to carry everything I have.

Duanmu Jing pursed her lips and remained silent, taking a seat beside him and listening attentively to his story.

Over the years, she could sense that the Emperor had changed a lot, but this was the first time they had talked so heart-to-heart.

“Initially, I did not regard him as my heir.”

Eleven murmured, “In my opinion, he is merely a vessel, a product condensed by a secret technique.”

But it wasn't until I held him in my arms that I felt a flutter in my heart for the first time, a feeling I couldn't understand at the time.

She paused slightly, seemingly lost in her memories: "I just felt a desire to take care of him, to protect him, and to watch him grow up strong and healthy."

"So, that's why you chose to live in seclusion during that period?" Duanmu Jing asked very gently.

"Yes, I suddenly feel that all the plans and arrangements I made back then were ridiculous. I'm tired, and I've softened my heart."

Eleven sighed softly: "I imposed my will on that child, and even vaguely regarded him as the body for the continuation of my bloodline after my ordeal, which made me feel more and more guilty and remorseful."

So after I went into seclusion, I slowly removed the power that was carried in his bloodline by a secret method, hoping that he could experience his life completely and grow up peacefully like an ordinary human child.

"It wasn't until my whereabouts were discovered, and the five races of the Upper Realm joined forces with the Dark Realm to kill me, that I had no choice but to send him to other realms."

At this point, Eleven clenched his fists: "I couldn't give him a peaceful childhood, nor could I let him experience the love of his parents. Instead, I left him all alone, struggling and struggling in the outside world."

She seemed to have expressed the guilt and unease buried deep in her heart, letting out a long, soft sigh.

“I am not a good mother.”

"."

Duanmu Jing sighed softly.

Although Cheng'er's past was quite bumpy, it was not Dugu's fault in the end.

Now that we have met again, why not acknowledge him as your father?

“I don’t know how to face him as a mother.”

Seeing the somewhat conflicted and complicated look on Shiyi's face, Duanmu Jing paused for a moment, then quickly nodded in understanding.

Just as Cheng'er had never experienced parental love since childhood, Dugu was also a first-time mother with absolutely no experience.
After twenty years of separation, the infant who was once an infant has become a hero capable of saving the world.

She was uneasy, anxious, and afraid.

I'm afraid he'll resent me and reject me.

Eleven murmured, "I don't know how to face him as a mother either..."

Seemingly having gradually released the suppressed emotions in her heart, the expression on her face slowly calmed down.

"I want to make up for his little bit of willfulness as much as possible."

(End of this chapter)