324: Chapter 324 Princess Huayang

Shen Xingchen had never seen such a method... To cover the sky with one hand was nothing more than this.

The three of them tried their best to flee toward the valley; if they could reach the teleportation portal first, perhaps there would still be hope of survival.

But soon they found out that they were too naive.

The speed of that black vengeful spirit also far exceeded the imagination of the three, especially since Captain Song Changfeng and Chen Meier had not yet stepped into the Xiang Realm.

"Fight to the death!"

Shen Xingchen gritted his teeth; rather than dying in terror while running away, it was better to fight with all his might, which would at least be a heroic death!

The three Dharma Formations appeared behind him like pillars supporting the sky, attacking that black giant hand together.

Bang——

A harsh collision sound rang out, and the rolling sonic boom whipped up shook the entire valley.

The three Dharma Formations only supported themselves for an inch before directly shattering, and countless fragments of flowing light fell down like brilliant meteors.

The hand that covered the sky continued to press down.

Shen Xingchen was about to use the Time Authority to continue escaping into the distance.

Just at this moment,

"Imperial Father..."

This was a familiar, soft voice that made even Shen Xingchen's soul tremble.

He looked back and saw an exquisitely beautiful figure, her crystal-clear hair dyed light purple, wearing a wide-sleeved long dress, as illusory as a dream.

Qiyuan's gaze did not look at Shen Xingchen, but fell upon the black vengeful spirit.

Her gaze was pitiful, filled with tears, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances deep in her heart.

"Imperial Father."

Qiyuan drifted down before Shen Xingchen, raised her fair hand, and gently pressed it against the palm of that black giant hand.

Clack——

The two soul entities actually slapped palms against each other at this moment.

Qiyuan did not use any spell at all, but what was astonishing was that the black giant hand actually retracted its strength as well, slowly touching that small white hand, appearing somewhat... gentle!

The three of them, including Shen Xingchen, looked at this scene in a daze.

Qiyuan's soul power had long been enough to support her waking up, but she was unwilling... Qiyuan called that black vengeful spirit "Imperial Father"?

The black vengeful spirit suddenly retreated, clutching its head with both hands and wailing in pain: "Ahhh... I... Where am I?"

He beat his own head like a madman, as if tide-like memories were pouring backward into his mind.

Qiyuan's figure chased after him, landing beside the black vengeful spirit: "Imperial Father, do you not recognize Maner anymore?"

"Maner?"

The black vengeful spirit finally recovered a bit of thinking ability, repeatedly chanting this name, and suddenly its expression changed, "No, no, We have fallen for thousands of years, how could Our Maner possibly survive?"

Qiyuan's eyes were tearful: "Imperial Father, I am right here."

The black vengeful spirit waved its giant hand: "Get lost!"

Qiyuan's soul was already fragile, and hit by this impact, she directly retreated backwards.

The black vengeful spirit wanted to continue chasing and kill this wicked person who "impersonated" its daughter with a single palm, but suddenly its head ached, and it clutched its head again, its body trembling.

Qiyuan stepped forward and tugged at the corner of the black vengeful spirit's robe.

Once upon a time, she was still a dynasty princess. Every time she asked something of Imperial Father, she would subconsciously tug at the corner of Imperial Father's robe.

That Imperial Father who had always been stalwart in her heart had actually turned into this appearance at this moment, and Qiyuan's tears surged like a breached dam.

Shen Xingchen watched this scene from afar, deeply moved in his heart.

He had thought about stepping forward to help Qiyuan, but he knew that he couldn't help at all.

Those were two lonely souls meeting together in an era that no longer belonged to them, both sad and helpless.

Just at this time,

The black vengeful spirit no longer tangled with Qiyuan, but turned its head to look at Shen Xingchen, shouting sternly: "Those who steal Our Dragon Qi shall be executed without mercy!"

Its speed had already surpassed Shen Xingchen's reaction, and in just a split second, it was already pressing close.

The stalwart pitch-black giant hand pressed down.

This was a strike comparable to the King grade. If it hit, it would undoubtedly be a devastating disaster for Shen Xingchen, who had just been promoted to the Xiang Realm.

Suddenly,

"Baby sleep, grow an inch a night; baby cherish, grow a foot a night. Rocking the child as the sun sets behind the hill, holding the child and looking on fondly..."

The sound of a nursery rhyme rang out behind the black vengeful spirit.

That was Qiyuan softly murmuring, sitting paralyzed on the ground, her eyes filled with helplessness.

That was a nursery rhyme used to coax an infant in swaddling clothes to sleep, entrusting the parents' wonderful vision for their child to grow up safely.

At this moment,

The figure of the black vengeful spirit trembled violently, and the killing intent surging around its body actually dissipated.

That nursery rhyme was like a soul-calling tune, tightly pulling at his memory and dragging his thoughts back to that summer two thousand years ago.

That was a peaceful afternoon.

Consort Shu gave birth to a little daughter for him, and he still remembered those pitch-black, rolling big eyes, always curiously and hesitatingly sizing up this world.

The little girl always unconsciously reached out to grab his beard; at that time, she still did not know that her Imperial Father was the human emperor of the Four Seas and Nine Provinces.

The grown-up girl was very intelligent, so she became the most favored princess in the entire imperial palace.

The girl had a haughty temperament, liked reading books, liked playing chess, and from a very early age, she had no match in chess within the palace.

The girl's favorite thing was to follow behind Imperial Father, watching Imperial Father reprimand officials while hiding in the back and chuckling secretly, yet feeling that Imperial Father's majesty and dominance were second to none.

As the girl grew up bit by bit, her appearance captivated the entire imperial city.

But the girl's status was noble, being a princess, and until the very end he never saw the girl get married.

The girl's name was Ying Yinman, once enfeoffed as... Princess Huayang.

...

Shen Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the black Qi around the black vengeful spirit was rapidly dissipating, revealing the figure inside, which was a stalwart man.

A golden light actually lit up in the originally gloomy sky, the dark clouds scattered, and a beam of light fell upon the stalwart man.

The stalwart man's eyes became clear, and his whole body was no longer pitch-black, instead erupting with dazzling golden light, resembling the sun in the night, illuminating all the surrounding mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas.

Qiyuan's tears stopped, and she looked at this scene in pleasant surprise.

The stalwart man's figure slowly rose into the air, accepting the baptism of the golden light.

After a full quarter of an hour, the golden light slowly converged. The stalwart man's figure stood in the void, slowly opening his eyes, and gave a soft call: "Maner..."

Qiyuan stepped on the void, walked up step by step, and fiercely rushed into the stalwart man's arms: "Imperial Father!"