The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

The memory came back, thinking back to all the moments, when Miaomiao saw Ji Qingzhou, the first thought in her mind was -

During the day, I actually...

Nothing at all.

"Mom's health is not good. Even though she has the foundation to cross the peak of the tribulation, her broken body cannot support her to do too many things."

Miaomiao recalled the past with a hint of regret in her tone, "Going deep into the battlefield and searching for the remains of our own people is not as simple a task as it sounds."

The real dragon's body is full of treasures, and its remains are also the object of competition among countless demon cultivators.

Sometimes, Gui Hai Po Yun had to face the situation where the remains of his own people were torn apart by hundreds of demon cultivators and taken to different places.

She would use secret techniques to track them down one by one, try to kill them and take back their remains.

"My mother has a lot of combat experience, but she can't stand the constant hard work and fighting."

Gui Hai Po Yun was originally seriously injured and retired, but he once again entered the battlefield for the remains of his fellow tribesmen, fighting again and again, sometimes just to snatch back a dragon horn or a piece of dragon meat.

"At the end of the war, the true dragon had no choice but to die. Mother retrieved the remains of the last of her kind and gave them to me to take home."

“I asked her, what about you?”

Miaomiao's eyes were filled with sorrow: "She said that everyone was dead, but the war was not over yet, so...she wanted to go too."

Even if it means dying, I will go.

Miaomiao couldn't stop Gui Hai from breaking through the clouds to the front line, nor could she stop her from going to the battlefield.

"I cried and begged her not to go. In order to keep her, I knelt at her feet and admitted my cowardice and meanness."

That day, Miaomiao hugged Gui Hai Poyun's legs and cried like she did when she was a child.

"Mom, please don't go, okay? If you die, I... I don't dare to go to the battlefield to collect your body!"

For the first time, Miaomiao admitted that he did not enter the battlefield because he was too weak to help.

He just...

Too scared.

When she thought of the bodies of her fellow tribesmen that were broken into pieces and could never be put back together, she felt pain all over her body and her soul could feel the tearing pain.

When I closed my eyes, all I could hear were wailing and screaming.

He could see how his enemies devoured his own kind.

He could smell the sweet smell of blood from his fellow tribesmen, and the stench of flesh rotting over time...

He really...

So scared.

In the past, he had his fellow tribesmen and Gui Hai Po Yun standing in front of him to do the most difficult work.

Now, he and Gui Hai Poyun are the only ones left in the Dragon Clan.

If Gui Hai Po Yun died, who would collect his body?

him?

"Mom...I don't dare, I really don't dare, I'm scared!"

Miaomiao burst into tears.

To admit that you are a despicable coward is like stabbing yourself in the heart.

But such shame and pain were not even one-tenth as terrible as the thought of Gui Hai Po Yun's death.

Miaomiao would rather tell Gui Hai Poyun that he didn't dare, he was afraid, and he didn't want Gui Hai Poyun to go to the battlefield.

He was prepared to be severely beaten by Gui Hai Po Yun.

Just hit him if you want. Gui Hai Po Yun can’t kill him, right?

As long as he can't kill him, he can keep Gui Hai Po Yun and go home together.

This is what Miaomiao thought.

The punches and slaps that were expected did not come.

Gui Hai Poyun just touched his head gently and wiped away his tears.

"I know."

Gui Hai Po Yun said so.

Miaomiao was stunned and looked up to meet those majestic yet gentle red-gold eyes.

Gui Hai Po Yun said: "I have always known it."

You can't bear hardship, you are timid, you are cowardly, and you are afraid to face it all.

"I am your adoptive mother."

There was no anger or condemnation in Gui Hai Poyun's voice, only calmness and tolerance.

Miaomiao was not happy at all. At that moment he felt himself being swallowed by despair.

"You still have to go."

Miaomiao's voice was hoarse and her tone was desperate: "I can't keep you... I can't keep you at all."

Gui Hai Po Yun, his adoptive mother, his mother, understood him better than he thought, was more tolerant of him, and...

Even more determined.

Even if this journey is a one-way trip, she will never back down.

"If you die, and no one of your kind is there to collect your body, mother...are you really not afraid? You can never go back again."

Miaomiao grabbed the corner of Gui Hai Poyun's clothes, his hands trembling. He tried to intimidate Gui Hai Poyun with these ridiculous and insignificant words.

Gui Hai Poyun just smiled and pulled the corner of his clothes out of his hand.

"I'm never afraid."

Gui Hai Po Yun said: "A long time ago, when I first stepped into the battlefield, I was ready--"

“So, I’m not afraid.”

Gui Hai broke through the clouds and left.

Miaomiao's crying and begging, Miaomiao's threats, could not keep her who was wholeheartedly working for the world.

"Not long after, I heard from others that she was dead. She died in a torn space deep in the battlefield, and her remains are nowhere to be found."

Miaomiao, who stood beside Ji Qingzhou, was just an illusion separated from his real body.

For the first time, he realized that phantoms could also shed tears.

Miaomiao's voice was hoarse: "At that time... I was about to break through to the Mahayana stage. I thought I would leave the battlefield full of despair, but by the time I reacted, I had already found her remains with the help of mystical techniques."

"She was almost dead when I brought her back to the True Dragon Secret Realm."

How could it be so easy to bring back the remains of a real dragon from the battlefield?

Miaomiao did not elaborate on the process, but simply said that he was dying.

"I sealed off the True Dragon Secret Realm, buried my mother, and rested and recuperated in the True Dragon Secret Realm."

Miaomiao laughed at herself and said, "I don't dare to go outside or fight. Compared to my brave mother, I am more like a cowardly deserter. I can only stay at home and tremble."

He also thought about practicing more vigorously in the True Dragon Secret Realm and then doing his part on the battlefield.

But his injuries were so severe that it took many years to heal them, and his progress in cultivation was extremely slow.

"Relying on the blood of the True Dragon, I survived for nearly ten thousand years, but I still failed to break through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage before I died."

Miaomiao said softly: "Qing Zhou, I am a waste."

He often thought that it would be great if the one who survived in the end was a real dragon that was more powerful and more ambitious.

But those real dragons all died in the war.

Only a coward like him could be so shameless as to live in shamelessness.

"When my life was about to come to an end...the power of God was sent down."

Miaomiao, as the only intelligent being who has experienced the transformation of the Destiny Battlefield, told Ji Qingzhou this secret that no one else knew.

“It was then that I realized that the way of heaven would transform dying things into things that took shape with luck.”

"Haven't you been wondering why you didn't encounter any luck-incarnated creatures along the way?"

"Because the luck bestowed by Heaven is limited, I am the first dying creature He chose to carry that luck."

"I can feel that the more pain I can endure, the more luck I can carry. Only when I can no longer bear it and die completely, will Heaven choose the next target."

"Finally, I took on everything, walked toward death, and became..."

"The thing that takes shape from the energy of fate."

Miaomiao smiled gently at Ji Qingzhou: "Qingzhou, don't be sad for me. The me you saw is already dead."