Chapter 1859: Her Smile Resembles Hers!
Little Taotie tilted his head, his big eyes filled with confusion, speaking in a childish voice: "Grandpa?"
The Heavenly Emperor was about to respond when a sinister voice came from behind: "Should I call you father?"
Boom!
Thunder rumbled behind him!
The Heavenly Emperor dodged quickly, but the edge of his robe was still scorched by the lightning, crackling with sparks.
"Didn’t you leave!" The Heavenly Emperor exclaimed: "Sneaking an attack!"
The Emperor clenched his fist, and the lightning in his palm disappeared.
He cast a sideways glance at the Heavenly Emperor with displeased voice: "She called you grandpa, and you dared to respond?"
The Heavenly Emperor stiffened his neck: "Zaizai calls, I naturally ought to—" His voice halted abruptly.
He saw the Emperor open his palm, a thunder ball emitting purple light, crackling.
"Hmm?" The Emperor sneered at him.
Heavenly Emperor: "...Cough, cough, not calling grandpa, fine, but you can’t make me call you brother either, it belittles me!"
"Whatever." The Emperor shrugged indifferently.
The Heavenly Emperor muttered: "Knowing you have an illegitimate daughter, would the reincarnation of the Little Imperial Princess of Qingqiu fancy you? After all, bringing along extra baggage—hold it, hold it, I won’t say another word, don’t—"
Too late, the thunder ball had already been thrown over!
"Puff, puff, puff—" The Heavenly Emperor opened his mouth, creating several smoke rings, ending up with an explosive hairstyle and a blackened face.
"Don’t think too highly of yourself." The Emperor whispered: "It’s also her..."
"What!" The Heavenly Emperor perked up his ears, afraid of missing this juicy gossip.
The Emperor looked at him coldly: "Those unaware might think you’re a street vendor selling sunflower seeds, with no sense of a Heavenly Emperor’s self-awareness."
The Heavenly Emperor slacked: "I’d rather be a peddler selling sunflower seeds from street to street, better than being tied down by all these responsibilities and going nowhere!"
The Emperor paused for a moment: "Bear a child."
The Heavenly Emperor spread his hands: "No partner, I can’t give birth alone." Suddenly, the Heavenly Emperor’s eyes lit up: "Quick, teach me, how did you—"
Another thunder ball was hurled over!
The Heavenly Emperor took off running: "I won’t ask anymore, won’t do, really violent!"
The Heavenly Emperor ran off, while the Emperor stood by the Turquoise Pool, gazing tenderly at the little girl reflected in the pool.
"Grown quite a bit taller, plumper than before, her smile... much like hers."
The Emperor recalled the death of Little Beast Bai Bai...
The War God was almost shattered, and if he hadn’t protected a tiny fragment of Little Beast Bai Bai’s soul, he might have already joined her in departure.
The War God shielded that fragmentary soul, dragging out existence, neither a full soul nor spirit, very weak, almost non-existent, like a flicker of starlight hidden by clouds, dimly.
That was the most wretched the Emperor had ever seen the War God — fighting the Demon God for years, suffering severe injuries, facing near death, yet never had he seemed dead in life, a dead heart.
As the Emperor, he shouldn’t interfere, but he did; how many things would change because of this intervention, he couldn’t afford to care.
That faint fragment of soul wasn’t suitable for any container, only through creating a new body — a body that couldn’t restore the soul on its own, nor retrieve the lost souls, but only with the Emperor’s bone, the Emperor’s flesh could forge a "container" capable of transcending the Six Realms and collecting souls — a Heavenly God Bone, a body of one generation of Divine Tribe bloodline.
Back then, he harbored a small selfish motive; he mixed her flesh into the blood.
All things considered, this child was their child, their bloodline.
"Grandpa? Barrier Grandpa?" Little Taotie called softly.
The Emperor furrowed his brow slightly, waving his large hand.
Subtitle: Call Daddy!