Chapter 106 The Good Cat Waiting for Mom.
"Aglaia's mother…"
Sai Fei'er hadn't actually gone far. She sat on the branch of a towering tree, looking towards the group of Little Gray Hair in the distance.
At this moment, the huge oak tree had been felled by their combined efforts and lay horizontally on the open ground.
The inner layer of an oak tree, along with its bark, is the most tender part. It's the core of the tree that transports nutrients, and when crushed, it can be used to make oak-crusted cake rolls.
The thick trunk can be split into firewood; the emerald green leaves can be used to build temporary shelters.
This oak tree truly made the most of everything, maximizing its value from top to bottom, a veritable "family of loyal martyrs".
As Saifei gazed at the harmonious scene of her companions working together in the distance, she couldn't help but think of Aglaia, a hint of tenderness and longing flashing in her eyes.
She raised her eyes and looked at the story playing on the screen, feeling the same urgency as Little Gray Fur.
I really wish this broadcast would go by faster, much faster, so it would finish quickly and I could get the reward.
The moment Little Gray Hair receives the ticket reward, she promises to appear beside him without fail, firmly holding the newly acquired ticket in her hand.
Then, Saifei stretched and leaned lazily against the tree trunk, turning her gaze back to the sky and carefully reading the story above.
At this moment, everyone in front of the sky finally understood how Feng Jin's ancestors had survived.
That nameless Goldenborn man abandoned all his dignity and humbly begged Seneos for mercy, which gave him a sliver of hope.
On the Douluo Continent, if someone learns that their bloodline was not inherited from a towering hero...
Instead, he was a lowly person begging for pity and devoid of dignity.
Most people would feel extremely inferior and find it difficult to accept this humiliation.
After all, such a dark history is an indelible scar for anyone.
No one wants their ancestors to have survived by groveling, praying, and begging.
In the Douluo Continent, a world where strength reigns supreme, no one would acknowledge someone who kneels before others and loses all dignity as their ancestor.
Just like Yu Xiaogang, wasn't he ruthlessly expelled from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family?
Because his martial soul mutated and became the incredibly weak Luo Sanpao, the family was unwilling to let such a "waste" leave any name in the history books of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.
The word "inheritance" carries immense weight.
Everyone hopes that their ancestor was a powerful figure with the honor of being a Title Douluo.
The titled Douluo of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan is incredibly majestic, far surpassing Luo Sanpao, who only knows how to fart and can't even gather three spirit rings.
However, one's birth is never a choice.
Who wouldn't want to be born with a powerful Title Douluo as their father and inherit that incomparably domineering top-tier martial soul?
Who would willingly be born into a humble abode, destined to be an ordinary farmer for life, with no chance of ever becoming a Soul Master?
Everyone thought that Feng Jin would be depressed and demoralized because of her ancestors' past.
But this youngest member of the Golden Lineage surprised everyone.
She turned around, her gaze resolute as she looked at Sorapis and Lunebis beside her, and asked in a deep voice:
"Lord Sorapis, Lord Lunebis—"
"Tell me, have you guarded the Eye of Dawn and Dusk for a thousand years just to witness the descendant of the Golden Blood return here to be punished?"
Lunebis sighed softly, her voice carrying the vicissitudes of time:
"...Time will change many things, my child."
"Once, before we had learned to read the complexities of human nature, Seneos's gaze was our only window into understanding the Son of Man."
Sorapis's gaze fell upon the colorful eye in the celestial mural, his tone respectful and solemn:
"Her words are everything: our guidance, comfort, command, and admonition."
"It wasn't until she fell silent that we learned to use our senses to understand people and to read people's hearts."
Lunebis's voice suddenly became impassioned, carrying a hint of barely suppressed fervor:
"In the years of fighting against the Kuroshio Current... we have always looked down on the earth and witnessed every step of the journey to chase the fire."
"We have seen countless heroes who, in order to save the world, resolutely embarked on that journey of no return, and practiced their faith with their lives."
"The unity and hope that Seneos could not witness, we have taken in her eyes and engraved in her heart."
Sorapis slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on Feng Jin, his tone filled with approval and expectation:
"We have changed, young Yacintes."
"Our vigil is no longer meant to prove human weakness and depravity..."
He suddenly looked up at the celestial mural shrouded in dark clouds, and at the enormous, colorful eyeball within the mural that trembled incessantly, as if fleeing from something. His words carried a hidden meaning:
"...but rather, it is to hope for the return of light and to await the awakening of humanity."
...
Feng Jin listened quietly to the words of the two winged beasts, then slowly lowered her head, closed her eyes, and a smile appeared on her lips.
A moment later, as if she had found the answer in her heart, her eyes became incredibly firm, she confidently took a step forward, looked up at the colorful eye in the sky, and spoke clearly and powerfully:
"Lady Seneos! Whether you can hear me now or not, I want to tell you what's on my mind."
"I want you to know: I am so grateful! Grateful that I am the descendant of an unknown man, rather than a born hero."
Feng Jin's voice grew increasingly resolute, each word ringing with conviction:
"That's why I can prove to you that the tenacious hope at the core of humanity will not be extinguished by time... It is just waiting to be healed and cared for until it shines brightly again."
Even the most timid little person has a seed of kindness in their heart.
Perhaps in your time, the light on the horizon was too dim, so that this seed failed to take root and sprout…
"But do you see? Now, a thousand years later—on the path you paved, many shining heroes have emerged—"
"They love the world without reservation, willing to sacrifice themselves, and shower the world with warm light."
"The beams of light they left behind will inspire the seeds in people's hearts to sprout, grow new leaves, and nourish them along the way, allowing them to thrive—"
"Until a lush forest grows anew on the withered earth, it will be ever-renewing and endless, and one day... it will be able to reach the sky again and embrace the light."
"That 'dim light,' which can be healed and protected even in the apocalypse... is the reason we choose to bear the burdens of imperfect humanity and still move forward with unwavering determination!"
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