Dance Of The Dragons
Chapter 325 : The Final Battle (3)

Chapter 325: Chapter 325 : The Final Battle (3)

Xie Jianyu refused to go inside even after half a shichen had already passed.

Heaving a frustrated sigh while stemming his hands against his waist, Xie Jianshen said that, "They might have already arrived at Wuyang Palace."

Other than the darkening sky, there was nothing else for them to watch.

"I know," Xie Jianyu said in response.

"Just a little bit," he begged nevertheless. "Please, Big Brother."

Xie Jianshen narrowed his eyes at Xie Jianyu.

"Little Yu, while pregnant omegas are encouraged to move about, standing for hours is not encouraged."

Xie Jianyu shot his elder brother a sad look.

"Alright..."

He dragged his swollen belly with him and walked behind Xie Jianshen, not without throwing surreptitious glances behind him, hoping to see any sign of his husband.

As the day surrendered to the inevitable embrace of night, a velvety cloak of darkness descended upon the sky, transforming the once vibrant canvas into an expanse of star-studded velvet.

Lying on his bed, Xie Jianyu’s fingers gently traced the contours of his swollen belly, his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts.

How many weeks remained until the arrival of his children?

Was it four?

Or perhaps five?

Time seemed to have slipped through his grasp, eight of the nine months already a distant memory.

As the promised time drew closer, the distractions that had once filled his days faded, leaving him face-to-face with the inevitable end of his life.

Xie Jianyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He was going to leave before his children could forge any memory with their mother. Before they could establish a connection with him.

I want to leave something behind," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the storm within. "Something that reminds them of me, something that captures the essence of who I was."

His mind wandered, seeking solace in the realm of his strengths, the two pillars upon which his life had been built -- cultivation and swordsmanship.

Alas, these two aspects failed to capture the essence of his being.

Behind the facade of the strongest swordsman across nine layers of heaven, lay a complex individual, shaped by the trials and tribulations he had endured in an alpha-dominated world.

His journey had been marked by resilience and determination, a relentless pursuit of his place in a society that often overlooked the strengths of omegas.

He was not just an omega.

Or a Golden Lotus.

Or the Fuxi Palace Master.

Or the Crown Prince.

He was so much more.

Unfortunately, it was not possible to condense the intricate details of character into something tangible. Something to hold on to.

Xie Jianyu turned his head to the side and looked at the loyal spiritual weapon that accompanied him from an early age. He pulled the blade into his embrace and let out an exasperated sigh.

Maybe his children were going to think about their mother as a mere "sword freak" after all.

How depressing.

"Little Yu, are you still awake?"

Xie Jianyu turned his head toward the door.

"Yes, Big Brother."

"Can I enter?"

The question was a mere formality, a habitual courtesy that Xie Jianshen extended more out of politeness than a need for permission.

With a practiced hand, Xie Jianshen slid the door open, revealing his tall and slender figure framed against the dimly lit corridor. He stepped into the chamber and approached Xie Jianyu’s bed.

Xie Jianyu, nestled amidst the plush comfort of his bed, greeted his brother with a warm smile.

Gently lowering himself to the edge of the bed, Xie Jianshen leaned over his brother, his touch as light as a feather. His fingers grazed Xie Jianyu’s forehead, seeking any trace of fever’s warmth. To his relief, his touch met only the cool smoothness of his brother’s skin.

"Big Brother, do you have any trouble falling asleep tonight?" Xie Jianyu inquired.

"A little."

Xie Jianshen chuckled.

"It is Muchen’s first time joining such a large-scale battle. I am a little worried."

"Muchen is strong," Xie Jianyu said in a reassuring voice. "He will be fine."

They all should be, though Xie Jianyu wished he could be there personally to provide some assistance.

"Brother, I..."

The words were no different from a prickly tangle of thorns that were stuck in his throat, but he still had to say them out loud to grant himself some relief.

"What is it, Little Yu?"

"I don’t know how to raise children," Xie Jianyu said in a helpless tone.

"Big Brother, can I ask for your help in the future?"

Xie Jianshen scoffed, as if he had never heard anything more ridiculous.

"I am going to be around to help you with your children, whether you seek my aid or not."

In a heartfelt embrace, Xie Jianyu encircled Xie Jianshen’s neck with his arms, his grip tightening with a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Big Brother," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

"Silly boy."

Xie Jianshen wrapped his arms around Xie Jianyu’s body and ran his hands up and down the latter’s back.

"I already told you that between us brothers, there is no need to say ’sorry’ and ’thank you’."

The siblings chatted until late at night, and then Xie Jianshen slipped out of Xie Jianyu’s bed chamber and returned to his own room.

As the final flicker of light in Fuxi Palace surrendered to the encroaching darkness, a profound hush settled over the once vibrant expanse.

As the rest of the palace succumbed to the embrace of slumber, two lone figures stood vigil, their silhouettes etched against the backdrop of Fuxi Palace’s imposing gates.

Earlier that day, the palace’s security had been significantly depleted, as the remaining guards were dispatched to join the attack on Wuyang Palace. This left the once heavily guarded Fuxi Palace vulnerable.

Exactly what Liu Wenyuan expected.

With a flourish of his hand, the omega etched a sinister rune in the air.

As the final stroke of the spell materialized, a dark portal materialized into existence, a swirling vortex of inky blackness that pulsated with demonic energy.

From the depths of this ominous gateway, a horde of ferocious wolves emerged, their eyes gleaming with feral hunger and their fangs bared in a menacing snarl.

With a gentle caress, Liu Wenyuan extended her hand towards the pack leader, her touch tracing the contours of his majestic head. It was almost inconceivable that this formidable creature, had once been a cute little pup, her constant companion from a tender age.

One word, "Attack," from Liu Wenyuan sufficed to send his spirit companion and all of the other wolves surging forward, their paws pounding against the fluffy cloud without the slightest sound.