The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 626
Chapter 626: Ascension to Godhood
A sharp pain seared through Lu Chao Chao’s mind.
She clutched her head as a vision unfolded—a young maiden tilted her head back, delicate brows slightly furrowed, murmuring softly, “Life is dull. If I had company, it would surely be more interesting.”
“Why not mold a clay figure and see?”
Beside her, she lounged lazily against a stone by the pool, digging up a handful of mud. A playful smile danced on her lips as she quickly shaped a lifelike child from the clay. However, the moment the figure touched the ground, it collapsed into a heap.
The maiden tilted her head in thought, then let out a soft chuckle. Picking up the tiny figure, she brought it to her lips and exhaled a breath of clear energy.
A surge of vitality enveloped the clay child. The moment it landed, it transformed into a real, living child, who immediately dashed around her, chattering noisily, filling the once-quiet surroundings with life.
The visions flickered before Lu Chao Chao’s eyes—one after another. More clay figures surrounded her, giggling, their voices echoing in her mind. “Boring, boring, I want friends…”
Whenever the maiden had spare time, she would create more figures, each taking form upon touching the earth. But as the numbers grew, her interest waned. With a careless flick of a tree vine dipped in mud, countless droplets scattered across the ground.
Another breath of clear energy, and the specks of mud transformed.
“These ones are ugly… That one is so ugly…”
The ones molded with her own hands, favored by their creator, stood apart from those haphazardly formed by chance. The difference was stark—so stark that they even turned on each other.
The memories surged faster and faster. Lu Chao Chao’s head felt as if it were being split open. The pain was unbearable. Clutching her head, she collapsed to the ground.
Zhu Mo and Windchaser panicked, rushing to her side. To their horror, her body radiated an intense heat, burning to the touch.
Meanwhile, Shan Shan, lounging idly on the threshold, suddenly broke into a wide, toothy grin. Without a word, he braced against the wall and hurried toward the door.
Inside the room—
“She’s burning up!” Zhu Mo exclaimed, as if holding a ball of fire in his arms.
“Look at her forehead!” Windchaser’s gaze sharpened. The crimson mark at Lu Chao Chao’s brow pulsed and writhed as though alive.
Windchaser rubbed his eyes. “Am I seeing things?”
Suddenly—
Lu Chao Chao’s eyes snapped open. No longer was there confusion or weakness in her gaze. Windchaser instinctively took a step back, clutching his chest. That one glance sent a chill through his entire being.
Even he, who had never feared much in his life, found himself unable to meet her eyes. He averted his gaze, his head bowed low, dread settling deep within his bones.
Lu Chao Chao rose to her feet. Zhu Mo, still dazed, asked, “What just happened? You suddenly collapsed—scared us half to death.”
“Zong Bai and Xian Ting… they’re beyond saving.”
“Their divine essence has been stripped away. No one can protect them now.” Zhu Mo hesitated, voice tinged with sorrow. “Chao Chao… we fight against the heavens, but how can we ever hope to win?”
“To bring them back… the only way would be to reclaim godhood.”
“But even an Emperor Monarch requires the heavens’ approval to ascend. Chao Chao, let it go…”
Yet Lu Chao Chao remained unnervingly calm. Standing by the bedside, she gazed at what remained of Zong Bai and Xian Ting. Their bodies were nearly gone, fading into scattered starlight before her eyes.
A-Man sobbed uncontrollably, her entire body trembling with grief. She did not understand why the pain cut so deep, why the tears would not stop.
Lu Chao Chao said nothing, her expression unreadable. Never before had she been this silent.
Zhu Mo felt an odd sense of unease. He reached out and poked her lightly. “Are you so shocked you’ve gone dumb?”
Windchaser let out a sharp breath, face drained of color.
“You—what madness is this?! Get back here! Do you wish to start over from the beginning?!” He grabbed the still-bewildered Zhu Mo and pulled him back.
Zhu Mo frowned. “What do you mean ‘start over’?”
Windchaser refused to answer, his head bowed low, hands clenched. His heart pounded in terror. This was Lu Chao Chao… and yet it wasn’t. Not even in Han Chuan had he felt such an overwhelming, innate sense of submission.
Lu Chao Chao sat by the bedside, reaching out to touch Zong Bai. But her hands passed right through his form—he was already nearly transparent.
She stepped outside. The midday sun was blinding. Raising a hand to shield her eyes, she walked to the pond in the courtyard.
Settling at the water’s edge, she let her legs dangle over the surface, gently swaying. With a flick of her finger, a drop of blood dripped into the mud below.
She did not seem to notice the pain, only tilting her head back to gaze at the sky. Beyond the clouds, she seemed to see something unseen by others.
“Even if it’s against the heavens… I want to try.”
She scooped up a handful of blood-soaked mud. With practiced ease, she shaped two tiny figures in her palms. Upon closer inspection, they bore an uncanny resemblance to Zong Bai and Xian Ting.
She examined them carefully, her expression finally revealing satisfaction. Cradling the clay figures, she turned and returned to the room.
The atmosphere inside was heavy, suffocating. Zong Bai and Xian Ting had nearly dissipated entirely. A-Man gasped, holding onto the small figurines she always carried of them—only to see even those crumbling away.
“When a god falls, all traces of their existence are erased,” Windchaser murmured, his gaze flickering to Lu Chao Chao.
“Leave.” Her voice was low, quiet.
“But what if your grief overwhelms you?” Zhu Mo started, only to be yanked out of the room mid-sentence by Windchaser.
Now, only Lu Chao Chao and her two disciples remained.
Starry fragments of divine essence scattered wildly around Zong Bai and Xian Ting. Lu Chao Chao reached out and gently drew them in. The starlight responded, spiraling toward her fingertips.
“I do not accept this. None shall leave,” she murmured.
“Ascension to godhood?”
“What difficulty is there in that?”
“To protect the world, to slay demons, to save the people—such merits should never be cast aside.”
“Zong Bai, Xian Ting—receive your godhood!” Her voice rang like golden chimes, resonating with divine power. Around her, the swirling starlight surged, enveloping her completely.
At her decree, the crimson light upon her brow flared, shining brighter than the stars above.
The fragments of divine souls that had begun to scatter now gathered once more, reforming. Suspended before Lu Chao Chao, their essence gleamed, whole once again.
Zong Bai and Xian Ting gawked in stunned disbelief. They exchanged bewildered glances.
What… what just happened?!
Master… since when could you do this?!
Why didn’t you tell us?!
Even more shocking was the flickering return of their divine essence. The godhood they had lost… was regenerating.
A resounding chime echoed across the Three Realms.
A new god had been born.
Two beams of divine light pierced the heavens.
“There are new gods! But… why haven’t they ascended?” The Celestial Realm buzzed with curiosity. No figure had appeared at the Southern Celestial Gate.
And such an immense event… surely, this signified true gods had emerged!
The mortal realm was bathed in dazzling radiance, illuminating the sky in hues of crimson gold.
Lu Chao Chao gestured. The newly reborn gods, Zong Bai and Xian Ting, settled into the clay figures.
As their souls entered, the clay gained divine essence.
“Newborn gods are fragile. Let them rest awhile…”
With that, her vision blurred, her body swaying…
With a soft thud, she collapsed.
A moment later, gentle snoring filled the room.
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