Chapter 2610 Retelling the Past
This was the first time since Lin Xun began cultivating that he had completely lost his composure. His mind was in turmoil, and countless memories came flooding back like an unstoppable tide.
When he was young, he had ventured into the Ziyao Empire alone, seeking the truth behind the mystery of his origins. Later he traveled to the Ancient Wasteland Domain to seek vengeance against Yun Qingbai...
To uncover the truth behind the Lin Clan’s massacre, he then journeyed across the starry skies, seeking quasi-Emperor Baqi...
Though the road had been full of hardship and twists, it was precisely those trials that helped him uncover the truths, piece by piece. The truth was harsh, but fortunately, all signs pointed to the fact that his parents and Mister Lu were still alive.
That conclusion gave him the greatest comfort in his heart.
It was just that... So many years had passed, yet he still had no idea where they were. The thought always left him restless and in pain.
However, he never expected that, in this moment, after opening the long-sealed bronze box, he would actually see his mother! That sudden, overwhelming revelation shattered the calm of his long-tempered dao heart!
He didn’t know how much time had passed before he heard a trembling voice in his ears, “Xun’er.”
Lin Xun stiffened and his turbulent thoughts scattered. He abruptly looked up and there, suspended in midair, was the very figure he had longed for day and night. Her delicate face was streaked with tears, emotions flickering between overwhelming joy and deep sorrow. In her crystal-clear eyes shimmered a deep guilt and sorrow that she could not voice.
Lin Xun’s throat tightened. He could no longer hold back the emotions surging in his chest. He asked, “Mother, is it really you?”
Even now, he felt as though he was trapped in a dream. It all felt too surreal and unreal!
Luo Qingxun took a deep breath, stepped forward, and pulled him into a tight embrace. Crystal tears poured down her cheeks. Years of waiting, yearning, silent suffering, sorrow, and longing all erupted from the depths of her heart, like a torrent breaking loose.