Ling Tian watched the small flower with various colors on its petals for a moment before turning his gaze to Luo Hongmeng.
Although this itself seemed to be an illusion mixed with reality, Ling Tian could still see through this.
Luo Hongmeng's expression remained smiling, as if she really didn't know who she was handing the flower to and was just waiting for someone to take it
Ling Tian could clearly see it in Luo Hongmeng's gaze, a simple illusion. But he could also notice in her a glimpse of that look of hers that he kept in his heart, in the depth of those beautiful eyes recognizing Ling Tian somehow.
Reaching out his hands slowly, Ling Tian finally took the small five-petaled flower in his hands carefully.
Luo Hongmeng smiled even wider, looking at Ling Tian with a joyful expression.
'This is my greatest creation, and it is the last thing I can leave to you, my beloved husband...'
Luo Hongmeng's voice reached Ling Tian's mind, as Luo Hongmeng's figure finally transformed back into a beautiful butterfly and flew towards him, disappearing into thin air as it turned into energy particles.
Ling Tian smiled fondly. In the last moment before Luo Hongmeng disappeared, he had finally noticed that expression of hers that he kept in his heart appeared on her, looking at him with eyes of love.
The atmosphere changed subtly, bringing Ling Tian back to the present. He was standing in the same place, and now the little flower was now in his hands.
Yang Jing watched Ling Tian in silence. She did not understand what was happening, but she only watched how the flower seemed to be taken by invisible hands and then gently flew towards Ling Tian.
Ling Tian watched the small flower tenderly, before making seals around it, with mysterious patterns and runes delicately wrapping around the flower, the same seals he had made with the spiritual tree, the enlightenment spiritual peach. He knew he could not simply put it in his storage ring, because the next time he planted this flower, it would spread its roots again.
A thought and various information came to Ling Tian's consciousness.
Looking up, Ling Tian observed the small hut and walked towards it.
"Wait for me here..." Ling Tian casually murmured without turning to look at Yang Jing.
Yang Jing nodded silently, noticing Ling Tian's somewhat nostalgic expression.
The small hut was not large, but not small either, and yet it was spacious enough and well-kept, with no traces of dust or dirt despite the time that had passed.
Ling Tian looked around and saw that there were several books on the shelf and some on the table. He picked them up and read them briefly.
These books were common, some even with interesting fantasy stories, while others recounted historical events or facts from the past.
Of course, Ling Tian carefully kept them in his storage ring.
Hesitating for a moment, Ling Tian entered the cabin room.
A distinctive but very familiar smell embraced Ling Tian, reaching his nose and triggering certain unique memories.
It was the gentle yet enchanting scent belonging to Luo Hongmeng. Ling Tian could never forget it.
Ling Tian inhaled deeply, smiling somewhat wistfully and sadly, before recovering.
The bed was neatly arranged, a simple but elegant and beautiful dressing table, with some small butterflies painted and framed on the mirror. Some items lay on the surface of the dressing table, such as a hair comb and some simple but pretty jewelry.
A closet was arranged to one side, inside it still holding some garments, beautiful robes and dresses belonging to a young woman.
Ling Tian's hand reached out and with the surface of his fingers gently touched the soft clothes that once belonged to Luo Hongmeng.
"Heh..." Ling Tian couldn't help but smile slightly as some thoughts flowed into his mind, lovingly recalling that life he lived with her.
Ling Tian looked around and finally sat down on the bed. A small trace of tear appeared in one of his eyes, threatening to fall, as Ling Tian clenched his fists tightly.
After an indeterminate long time, Ling Tian, who was lying on the bed and staring lostly at the ceiling, stood up and took a deep breath. He looked around the room and a thought crossed his mind.
Ling Tian packed all of Luo Hongmeng's things delicately, from her personal belongings to the bed, her dresser and closet, everything that once belonged to Luo Hongmeng. He carefully placed them in a corner of his storage ring, set apart from all the other things inside, similarly recreating much of Luo Hongmeng's room.
The room where Luo Hongmeng once slept was left empty.
Ling Tian was not going to let anyone else take Luo Hongmeng's belongings if they managed to find this place, or if this place were to surface in some distant future.
Taking a last breath, Ling Tian left the room without taking his eyes off the place.
Without further ado, Ling Tian stored all the things inside Luo Hongmeng's hut, putting them inside his storage ring.
Ling Tian walked towards the exit, but every step he took felt heavier. His heart ached and the feeling of longing and yearning intensified with each step.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ling Tian finally walked out of the hut and walked towards Yang Jing.
"""Daddy~!"""
Suddenly, several childish voices, both female and male, shouted in unison and stopped Ling Tian, causing him to be unable to help but turn around with a dazed expression.
The spiritual energy of the place seemed to strangely gather in front of the hut, as a small butterfly once again emerged from Ling Tian and flowed with another mysterious spiritual force that surged from inside the hut and the whole place as well.
Ling Tian's pupils shrank, his breathing stopped and his body became rigid.
In front of Ling Tian, several boys and girls since the age of 3-4 years old up to 10-12 years old looked at him with smiles and laughter, looks full of love and affection.
Behind them, a much older and larger figure appeared, smiling lovingly at him as she held a small baby in her arms.
The tear finally fell, rolling down Ling Tian's cheek as a horrible pain swept over him. His expression became sad and disconsolate, unable to bear it any longer.
Taking a deep breath and filling with courage, Ling Tian finally looked up and gazed bravely at the scene in front of him.
'Daddy!'
'Take care of yourself, daddy!'
'Daddy, you have to eat well!'
'And you have to help a lot of kids too!'
'We'll always be with you, daddy!'
'So carry us in your heart too!'
'Don't forget about us, and mommy either!'
'We love you, daddy!'
The girls and boys smiled full of happiness, waving their hands toward Ling Tian as they waved goodbye to him with big smiles.
"I love you too, my precious children..." Ling Tian whispered affectionately.
These children he was seeing were the children Ling Tian had had with Luo Hongmeng in the Illusion of the World of the Heart!
Ling Tian smiled and finally he looked at Luo Hongmeng.
Carrying a little baby in her arms and hugging it lovingly, Luo Hongmeng smiled full of much love at the sight of Ling Tian.
'Be strong, very strong, my sweetheart... take care of yourself... wherever you are and wherever you go, I will always be with you, always in your heart, my beloved husband...'
Luo Hongmeng smiled lovingly at him, expressing Ling Tian not to give up.
Ling Tian swallowed hard for a moment, before finally a grateful smile full of love and affection was born from him.
* Crack... *
A small crack appeared in the surroundings, as it seemed that the ground began to shake.
The amazing vital aura that could be felt when they arrived at this place was quickly disappearing. The various auras that converged harmoniously in the air collided with each other and quickly disappeared, causing the little vitality that remained to dry up completely.
However, this did not matter to Ling Tian, his eyes only focusing on what was in front of him.
"""Goodbye, daddy~"""
The image in front of Ling Tian blurred momentarily, beginning to lose its brightness and aura.
The children waved their hands towards Ling Tian in farewell. Luo Hongmeng also waved her hand gently, holding her baby with her other arm very carefully.
The flying sword extended again and Ling Tian climbed up with Yang Jing, leaving this place quickly.
It seemed that this place was a small enclosed world that depended entirely on the small multicolored flower, so once it was taken away, the place would not be able to maintain itself completely and would disappear completely.
The place shook and everything seemed like it would disappear in no time.
Arriving at the entrance where they passed through, Ling Tian stopped the flying sword for a moment and glanced one last time in the direction of the hut.
Although the image was blurred and it was shaky that at any moment it might disappear, Ling Tian could still see his children waving their hands, waving goodbye to him with big smiles, as if they didn't know what was happening.
Luo Hongmeng always kept that loving expression towards him.
Ling Tian took a last breath and smiled lovingly as well.
"Goodbye, My Beloved Hongmeng..."
Whispering softly towards them and especially to his heart, Ling Tian crossed the entrance with Yang Jing finally, leaving this mysterious little world.
The image of Luo Hongmeng and the children turned into particles and disappeared into thin air, the place darkened and disappeared into the depths as well.
Ling Tian watched the small flower with various colors on its petals for a moment before turning his gaze to Luo Hongmeng.
Although this itself seemed to be an illusion mixed with reality, Ling Tian could still see through this.
Luo Hongmeng's expression remained smiling, as if she really didn't know who she was handing the flower to and was just waiting for someone to take it
Ling Tian could clearly see it in Luo Hongmeng's gaze, a simple illusion. But he could also notice in her a glimpse of that look of hers that he kept in his heart, in the depth of those beautiful eyes recognizing Ling Tian somehow.
Reaching out his hands slowly, Ling Tian finally took the small five-petaled flower in his hands carefully.
Luo Hongmeng smiled even wider, looking at Ling Tian with a joyful expression.
'This is my greatest creation, and it is the last thing I can leave to you, my beloved husband...'
Luo Hongmeng's voice reached Ling Tian's mind, as Luo Hongmeng's figure finally transformed back into a beautiful butterfly and flew towards him, disappearing into thin air as it turned into energy particles.
Ling Tian smiled fondly. In the last moment before Luo Hongmeng disappeared, he had finally noticed that expression of hers that he kept in his heart appeared on her, looking at him with eyes of love.
The atmosphere changed subtly, bringing Ling Tian back to the present. He was standing in the same place, and now the little flower was now in his hands.
Yang Jing watched Ling Tian in silence. She did not understand what was happening, but she only watched how the flower seemed to be taken by invisible hands and then gently flew towards Ling Tian.
Ling Tian watched the small flower tenderly, before making seals around it, with mysterious patterns and runes delicately wrapping around the flower, the same seals he had made with the spiritual tree, the enlightenment spiritual peach. He knew he could not simply put it in his storage ring, because the next time he planted this flower, it would spread its roots again.
A thought and various information came to Ling Tian's consciousness.
Looking up, Ling Tian observed the small hut and walked towards it.
"Wait for me here..." Ling Tian casually murmured without turning to look at Yang Jing.
Yang Jing nodded silently, noticing Ling Tian's somewhat nostalgic expression.
The small hut was not large, but not small either, and yet it was spacious enough and well-kept, with no traces of dust or dirt despite the time that had passed.
Ling Tian looked around and saw that there were several books on the shelf and some on the table. He picked them up and read them briefly.
These books were common, some even with interesting fantasy stories, while others recounted historical events or facts from the past.
Of course, Ling Tian carefully kept them in his storage ring.
Hesitating for a moment, Ling Tian entered the cabin room.
A distinctive but very familiar smell embraced Ling Tian, reaching his nose and triggering certain unique memories.
It was the gentle yet enchanting scent belonging to Luo Hongmeng. Ling Tian could never forget it.
Ling Tian inhaled deeply, smiling somewhat wistfully and sadly, before recovering.
The bed was neatly arranged, a simple but elegant and beautiful dressing table, with some small butterflies painted and framed on the mirror. Some items lay on the surface of the dressing table, such as a hair comb and some simple but pretty jewelry.
A closet was arranged to one side, inside it still holding some garments, beautiful robes and dresses belonging to a young woman.
Ling Tian's hand reached out and with the surface of his fingers gently touched the soft clothes that once belonged to Luo Hongmeng.
"Heh..." Ling Tian couldn't help but smile slightly as some thoughts flowed into his mind, lovingly recalling that life he lived with her.
Ling Tian looked around and finally sat down on the bed. A small trace of tear appeared in one of his eyes, threatening to fall, as Ling Tian clenched his fists tightly.
After an indeterminate long time, Ling Tian, who was lying on the bed and staring lostly at the ceiling, stood up and took a deep breath. He looked around the room and a thought crossed his mind.
Ling Tian packed all of Luo Hongmeng's things delicately, from her personal belongings to the bed, her dresser and closet, everything that once belonged to Luo Hongmeng. He carefully placed them in a corner of his storage ring, set apart from all the other things inside, similarly recreating much of Luo Hongmeng's room.
The room where Luo Hongmeng once slept was left empty.
Ling Tian was not going to let anyone else take Luo Hongmeng's belongings if they managed to find this place, or if this place were to surface in some distant future.
Taking a last breath, Ling Tian left the room without taking his eyes off the place.
Without further ado, Ling Tian stored all the things inside Luo Hongmeng's hut, putting them inside his storage ring.
Ling Tian walked towards the exit, but every step he took felt heavier. His heart ached and the feeling of longing and yearning intensified with each step.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ling Tian finally walked out of the hut and walked towards Yang Jing.
"""Daddy~!"""
Suddenly, several childish voices, both female and male, shouted in unison and stopped Ling Tian, causing him to be unable to help but turn around with a dazed expression.
The spiritual energy of the place seemed to strangely gather in front of the hut, as a small butterfly once again emerged from Ling Tian and flowed with another mysterious spiritual force that surged from inside the hut and the whole place as well.
Ling Tian's pupils shrank, his breathing stopped and his body became rigid.
In front of Ling Tian, several boys and girls since the age of 3-4 years old up to 10-12 years old looked at him with smiles and laughter, looks full of love and affection.
Behind them, a much older and larger figure appeared, smiling lovingly at him as she held a small baby in her arms.
The tear finally fell, rolling down Ling Tian's cheek as a horrible pain swept over him. His expression became sad and disconsolate, unable to bear it any longer.
Taking a deep breath and filling with courage, Ling Tian finally looked up and gazed bravely at the scene in front of him.
'Daddy!'
'Take care of yourself, daddy!'
'Daddy, you have to eat well!'
'And you have to help a lot of kids too!'
'We'll always be with you, daddy!'
'So carry us in your heart too!'
'Don't forget about us, and mommy either!'
'We love you, daddy!'
The girls and boys smiled full of happiness, waving their hands toward Ling Tian as they waved goodbye to him with big smiles.
"I love you too, my precious children..." Ling Tian whispered affectionately.
These children he was seeing were the children Ling Tian had had with Luo Hongmeng in the Illusion of the World of the Heart!
Ling Tian smiled and finally he looked at Luo Hongmeng.
Carrying a little baby in her arms and hugging it lovingly, Luo Hongmeng smiled full of much love at the sight of Ling Tian.
'Be strong, very strong, my sweetheart... take care of yourself... wherever you are and wherever you go, I will always be with you, always in your heart, my beloved husband...'
Luo Hongmeng smiled lovingly at him, expressing Ling Tian not to give up.
Ling Tian swallowed hard for a moment, before finally a grateful smile full of love and affection was born from him.
* Crack... *
A small crack appeared in the surroundings, as it seemed that the ground began to shake.
The amazing vital aura that could be felt when they arrived at this place was quickly disappearing. The various auras that converged harmoniously in the air collided with each other and quickly disappeared, causing the little vitality that remained to dry up completely.
However, this did not matter to Ling Tian, his eyes only focusing on what was in front of him.
"""Goodbye, daddy~"""
The image in front of Ling Tian blurred momentarily, beginning to lose its brightness and aura.
The children waved their hands towards Ling Tian in farewell. Luo Hongmeng also waved her hand gently, holding her baby with her other arm very carefully.
The flying sword extended again and Ling Tian climbed up with Yang Jing, leaving this place quickly.
It seemed that this place was a small enclosed world that depended entirely on the small multicolored flower, so once it was taken away, the place would not be able to maintain itself completely and would disappear completely.
The place shook and everything seemed like it would disappear in no time.
Arriving at the entrance where they passed through, Ling Tian stopped the flying sword for a moment and glanced one last time in the direction of the hut.
Although the image was blurred and it was shaky that at any moment it might disappear, Ling Tian could still see his children waving their hands, waving goodbye to him with big smiles, as if they didn't know what was happening.
Luo Hongmeng always kept that loving expression towards him.
Ling Tian took a last breath and smiled lovingly as well.
"Goodbye, My Beloved Hongmeng..."
Whispering softly towards them and especially to his heart, Ling Tian crossed the entrance with Yang Jing finally, leaving this mysterious little world.
The image of Luo Hongmeng and the children turned into particles and disappeared into thin air, the place darkened and disappeared into the depths as well.
