Chapter 799

"Chuan'er he..."

"I have other skins that have undergone divine descent, and they are still living well, not living dead without knowledge or feeling." Naluotian asked him, "You have been on the frontier for more than ten years; you should be familiar with the past events of Panlong City?"

"Yes." That was a tragic past buried by yellow sand. He Chunhua didn't agree with Zhong Sheng's approach, but admired his character.

"Then you should know that General Red is the skin of the God of Mitian. During those decades, General Red fought north and south; did she collapse?"

"Can Chuan'er... be compared with General Red?"

"We haven't fully understood the secret of General Red even now. But He Lingchuan's aptitude can easily bear my divine descent." Naluotian was already a bit impatient, "I'm only putting a wisp of my avatar on him, which won't cause much damage to him; he will still have his consciousness afterwards and will still call you Dad, so what are you afraid of?"

No matter how it said it, He Chunhua wouldn't believe it completely; all the comfort of the gods had a purpose, and Naluotian just wanted him to cooperate in holding the divine descent ritual. But he knew very well that he shouldn't argue with the gods: "Why did you specify Chuan'er's skin? You can tell me now, right?"

"I said long ago that mortal bodies are trash; as soon as we descend, they collapse!" Naluotian sighed, "Only a few skins can bear our power to a limited extent. He Lingchuan's body is one such."

He Chunhua was relentless: "Why is Chuan'er so special? Can't I do it?"

Chuan'er grew to sixteen, always that kind of heartless, mischievous look; he didn't feel disappointed, but thought that a child's best years should be enjoyed to the fullest.

Let him be happy, carefree, until...

Sigh, he, as a father, could only give such limited compensation.

But Chuan'er seemed like a different person after returning from the Panlong ruins.

He became promising, and also strange.

If—

If the hope of bringing glory to the family actually lay in the eldest son, rather than the second son? "You?" Naluotian laughed heartily, "You are willing to sacrifice for him, willing to replace him and offer yourself? Hahahaha, simply unbelievable."

He Chunhua opened his mouth, wanting to speak but stopping.

At this moment, his thoughts turned a thousand times, but he couldn't say the two words "willing."

Naluotian laughed for a long time before saying contemptuously: "Sure enough, you are still the He Chunhua I know! The He Chunhua who can sacrifice his own flesh and blood, his own closest eldest son!"

He Chunhua gritted his teeth secretly: "Why is Chuan'er special?"

Looking at Naluotian's attitude, the special factor wasn't in him, the father. "Is it because of Chuan'er's biological mother?"

"This involves the secret of body and soul. Summer insects cannot talk about ice; if I tell you content that is too profound, you won't be able to understand it." Naluotian said, "When you begged me for help, you happened to be near the Panlong Desert, and happened to have a son who could be a perfect skin. What do you humans call this kind of 'happening'—oh, coincidence. Otherwise, how could I have responded?"

These humble humans never understand that the gods actually don't bother to pay attention to them at all.

Their daily prayers, their sincere pleas, the gods can't hear them at all!

He Chunhua seized the time to ask again: "You said Chuan'er's fate has become unclear. I thought the God of Fate's control over fate would be tenable."

"Mortals are best to manipulate; their lives only revolve around eating, sleeping, having cubs, and dying of illness; they are arrogant when things go their way and complain when things go wrong; they can't jump out of the most superficial desires, and how much difference can there be from a flock of sheep? Observing their actions, they are largely the same, and there is no need to calculate hard to know their final end." Naluotian laughed, "But going higher, it's different. The stronger the person, the more involved they are, and the more they intersect with this world, the more unpredictable their fate is. For example, you. If I want to change your luck, the divine power consumed is a hundred times that of changing the fate of ordinary people."

Those who are good at understanding human speech should not only pay attention to what the other party says, but also what they don't say.

One must know how to explore the subtext.

He Chunhua understood Naluotian's subtext immediately: it actually thought that He Lingchuan was no longer an "ordinary mortal" in the general sense.

No longer the playboy eldest son who was held firmly by his father.

Not even easily controlled by "fate."

That was terrifying.

A chess piece actually wanting to turn over, actually able to turn over?

"Then..." He Chunhua thought, "Can you control your own fate?"

The God of Fate dominates the fate of mortals, so who dominates the fate of the God of Fate? Naluotian is of course powerful, but He Chunhua always felt that it didn't seem to be so free either.

Naluotian paused briefly before saying: "This is not something you should ask."

He Chunhua knew he had overstepped, so he changed the subject: "But Chuan'er is now back as a Rongshan envoy, supervising the huge loan Rongshan lent to Yuan. If something happens to him, these few loans from Rongshan..."

"That has nothing to do with me." Naluotian interrupted, impatient, "You and your revenge are extremely boring. Prepare the ritual as soon as possible; don't make me remind you a third time!"

After that, the human face formed by smoke dissipated, and the seven sticks of incense just burned out.

The room was choking with smoke, but He Chunhua sat there without moving.

The divine seal mark of the eldest son was planted a long time ago. For the past ten years, Naluotian never mentioned it; why was it suddenly in such a hurry now?

Was it afraid of losing Chuan'er as a skin? No, more than that. Any divine descent is not easy for the god itself, and it must consume a massive amount of divine power.

How hard is divine power to come by? Which god dares to use it recklessly? Therefore, there must be more, more important secrets that Naluotian didn't reveal to him. It said it also had changes, and also said some annoying changes seemed to have appeared in the dark. Was that related to Chuan'er? Or related to the God Realm? The environment of the God Realm, what happened in the God Realm, mortals of course know nothing about.

Just now Naluotian also mentioned the Panlong Desert, seemingly lightly, but He Chunhua felt by intuition that it actually cared very much.

What is in the Panlong Desert? The first thing He Chunhua thought of was the ruins of Panlong Ancient City. That was the absolute center of the Panlong Desert, the source of the sandstorm season that erupted every year.

Even Sun Fuping and others ran into the Panlong ruins to look for treasure in order to turn the tide and win the battle.

Looking for treasure...

Hmm, could one of Naluotian's goals also be the Great Fang Hu?

(End of chapter)