Chapter 1190: My Father Is Still a Kid (1/2)
Within Inception Palace.
The noncommittal little fox suddenly popped back into her true form and bounced up and down.
“What to do, what do I do?? My son is here my son is here my son is here!!”
Ying Luo and the others stared at her wordlessly.
……
A figure of faint purple stood behind Zhuo Bufan, looking like a young man of seventeen years old and bearing handsome features. He did indeed look quite similar to Lu Yun, and a noble air wrapped around his every movement.
The Purple King!
He who caused the Hongmeng to tremble and shake at his name!
When the mythological realm perished and almost all of its beings died, he’d survived and entered the third realm. After he became a king and received the title of the Purple King, he fought his way back to the chaos from the Hongmeng by himself and took up residence in the chaos sea. What seemed a straightforward conclusion had been a process fraught with blood, gore, and involved even the death of a king.
After the dust settled, the Purple King was taboo personnel in the Hongmeng. Beings like Zhuo Bufan and the lizard-dragon grew up listening to stories of his feats. Now that the mythical being of their legends was in front of him, having broken free of three peak kings to come to the six palaces, Zhuo Bufan froze on the spot. He didn’t dare twitch a single muscle.
On the other hand, bafflement spread across the Purple King’s face, a perplexity that gave way to a wry smile.
“Why is my mother’s true form like this too?” he asked of Lu Yun with a rueful chuckle.
“Whether it’s her replica or her true form, your mother is your mother. Can there be anyone else?” Lu Yun pursed his lips.
“Father.” The Purple King struck a grave look and threw Zhuo Bufan away. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed crisply three times. “It’s been a very long time.”
With that, Zhuo Bufan and the lizard-dragon in the abyss sagged weakly to their feet.
It was real!
The Purple King really was Lu Yun’s son!
Zhuo Bufan, in particular, looked as white as a sheet. He clearly remembered what he’d once said to Lu Yun—but how was this possible?!
The Purple King was a being from the mythological realm. That realm was inordinately old and hailed from a legendary era even when discussed in the Hongmeng. Lu Yun was… around two hundred years old if converted to the age of the current worlds.
“Indeed, long time no see.” Lu Yun stretched out his hand and gently tousled Lu Qing’s hair.
The Purple King remained on his knees, unmoving, permitting his father to muss his hair in whichever way.
“These years have asked a lot out of you,” Lu Yun sighed softly.
Lu Qing still remained motionlessly in front of Lu Yun. Everything around them seemed to have stopped. Countless eons standing guard, countless eons of waiting… It all seemed worth it in this moment.
By now, the six monarchs, Wahuang, and Fuxi had returned. They all knew Lu Qing and what kind of person he was. The scene in front of them sent their worlds spinning.
A king of the third realm, protector of the chaos sea, was kneeling in front of Lu Yun like a docile son??
“Alright now, you should get up.” Lu Yun waved a hand.
“Okay.” Lu Qing stood up, not intending to follow his father to the sacred palaces.
“What of your mother’s replica?” asked Lu Yun.