The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
“There’s something you might not know—yesterday, the Sect Master personally came to the outer sect and asked me where Tan Yun’s hometown is.” “He also said that Tan Yun is a genius of the Huangfu Sacred Sect. After lighting incense— she knelt before the grave and told her adoptive parents that she had found a “good man.” She praised Tan Yun endlessly, hoping they could rest in peace… without worrying about her anymore. Just as she was about to summon the spirit boat— Tan Yun smiled faintly and a...
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“Miss, there’s no need to worry,” Shen Qingqiu said, as if recalling something. A hint of surprise flashed across his face.
“There’s something you might not know—yesterday, the Sect Master personally came to the outer sect and asked me where Tan Yun’s hometown is.”
“He also said that Tan Yun is a genius of the Huangfu Sacred Sect. His family must be protected, so he needed the address in order to send people there.”
Hearing this—
Shen Suping finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
It seemed… the Sect Master truly valued Tan Yun.
…
6 days later—
In a small village nestled within a valley
at the edge of the Heavenly Punishment Mountain Range.
The village was surrounded by mountains,
its people simple and honest.
On the slopes stood over 100 old thatched houses, scattered across the land.
This place… was Zhong Wu Shiyao’s childhood home.
Even though she had only been 5 years old when Tang Xinying took her away,
she still remembered the path back home perfectly.
Zhong Wu Shiyao walked along the rough dirt road.
Behind her—Tan Yun and Mu Mengyi followed, holding hands tightly.
Tan Yun could clearly see her trembling back.
He knew—she was crying silently.
Those tears… were filled with longing for her adoptive parents who had passed away.
She stopped in front of a closed wooden door.
Her delicate hands trembled as she pushed it open.
The sight of overgrown weeds in the small courtyard—
made her heart ache as if it were being crushed.
She staggered inside,
looking at everything that felt both familiar… and distant.
When she closed her eyes—
memories from her childhood flooded her mind.
…
A chubby little girl,
wearing a red coat, stood in the courtyard.
She looked pitifully at a village woman cooking nearby.
“Mom… I’m hungry… when can we eat?”
“Yaoyao, be a good girl. Wait until your father comes back from hunting, then we’ll eat together.”
“Why do we have to wait for father before eating?”
“Because your father works very hard. He wakes up early, labors all day, and hunts in the mountains to support the family.
Yaoyao, be good. Let’s wait for him and eat together, alright?”
“Waaah… okay… but I’m really hungry… what should I do…”
“Yaoyao, if you don’t listen, Mom will get angry!”
“Okay! I’ll wait for Dad to come back so we can eat together. Please don’t be angry, Mom.
When I grow up, I’ll take good care of both of you!”
“Oh, my sweet child… come here, let me give you a kiss…”
…
When the memory faded—
Zhong Wu Shiyao collapsed to her knees,
bursting into uncontrollable sobs.
That memory… was unbearably painful.
“Mom… Yaoyao is back… waaah…”
“I want to go back to that time… I want you to hold me again…”
“I want to eat your cooking… waaah…”
Her vision blurred with tears.
She looked around the courtyard—
as if she could see her father returning from hunting, hanging up his prey.
“Dad… I miss you…”
“I really miss you both…”
“Dad… Mom… your daughter misses you so much…”
“Do you know… your daughter has grown up… I’ve become an ‘immortal’… just like you once spoke of…”
“Waaah…”
Zhong Wu Shiyao cried so hard her body trembled,
her sobs wrenching the heart.
Tan Yun looked at her kneeling on the ground—
and felt a deep, piercing pain in his chest.
His star-like eyes…
also filled with tears.
Because in his mind—
he, too, saw the tragic images of families he had lost…
across the countless cycles of reincarnation he had endured…
Hearing Zhong Wu Shiyao’s sobs,
Mu Mengyi’s tears streamed down her face as well.
She thought of her own father—killed by Tang Yongsheng,
and the bloody massacre that had taken place in the Mu Feng Sacred Dynasty 13 years ago!
Forced to leave her homeland,
she understood Zhong Wu Shiyao’s pain deeply.
“Sister…” Mu Mengyi was about to step forward to support her—
but Tan Yun raised a hand to stop her and whispered softly,
“She’s held it in for too long. Let her cry… it’s better this way.”
The crying continued…
until late into the night.
At last—
exhausted from crying, Zhong Wu Shiyao gradually calmed down.
Tan Yun helped her to her feet, his face full of pain—
yet she stared at the tightly closed door… not daring to step inside.
She was afraid… deeply afraid.
Afraid that—
if she saw the heated bed she once shared with her parents, she would break down completely.
Afraid that—
if she sat there, memories of her father being killed by a beast would overwhelm her!
She stood frozen at the door,
unable to gather the courage to push it open…
“Shiyao, let’s go,”
Tan Yun said gently, placing an arm around her shoulders.
“I’ll pay respects to your parents with you.”
Under the moonlight—
Zhong Wu Shiyao stepped out of his embrace,
then knelt down, facing the house.
She leaned forward…
and softly kissed the doorstep.
That kiss—
carried profound meaning.
Because she knew…
once she left today, she didn’t know when she would return again.
After bidding farewell—
Zhong Wu Shiyao led Tan Yun to the graves on the mountain behind.
After lighting incense—
she knelt before the grave
and told her adoptive parents that she had found a “good man.”
She praised Tan Yun endlessly,
hoping they could rest in peace… without worrying about her anymore.
Tan Yun took a deep breath,
knelt beside her, and bowed deeply.
His eyes were filled with sincerity and resolve.
“Though Shiyao and I are not yet married,
I humbly ask that you accept me as your son-in-law.”
“Father, Mother… please rest assured.
This son-in-law will protect Shiyao with his life!”
Mu Mengyi also knelt down and said softly:
“Uncle, Aunt… please don’t worry.
I will care for Shiyao like my own sister, always and without change.”
After the three of them spoke their hearts before the grave—
Zhong Wu Shiyao didn’t want her parents to see her sadness.
So she leaned forward…
and embraced the mound of earth.
Smiling through tears—
“Father… Mother… I’m leaving now… I’ll miss you…”
“Don’t worry about me… I love you… I really do…”
She stood up with difficulty.
Just as she was about to summon the spirit boat—
Tan Yun smiled faintly and asked:
“Do you still remember ‘Big Guy’?”
“You mean… the Bloodwing Lion?” Mu Mengyi asked, puzzled.
“I was wondering too—why haven’t we seen it?”
Zhong Wu Shiyao also looked confused.
“Big Guy, come out.”
The moment Tan Yun finished speaking—
a golden beam shot out from his spirit beast pouch!
In midair—
it transformed into a “Golden Dragon-Lion” over 100 zhang tall!
Its wings spread wide, covering the sky,
blocking out the moonlight!
Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shiyao’s eyes widened in shock.
“Tan Yun… is this really still Big Guy?”
Mu Mengyi murmured in disbelief.
“Why has it turned golden… and its aura is so terrifying!”
“Yeah!” Zhong Wu Shiyao suddenly recalled.
“When it saved me at the snowy cliff, it was only a 1st-rank spirit beast… how is it this powerful now?”
Tan Yun chuckled softly.
“It’s the same one. As for how it changed… it’s a long story. I’ll tell you on the way home.”
Then—
he brought both women onto the back of the Golden Dragon-Lion.
Pointing toward the horizon,
his eyes filled with longing—
“Big Guy… let’s go home!”
“ROAR!!”
The Golden Dragon-Lion roared excitedly.
After all, it had lived with the Tan family for years,
deeply bonded with Tan Yun’s grandparents.
In the blink of an eye—
the massive golden figure shot forward,
like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky—
vanishing into the darkness.
And Tan Yun—
had no worry about ordinary people being frightened.
Because its speed…
was so fast that normal humans couldn’t even catch a glimpse of its form!