Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1010 - 625: The Whereabouts of the Previous Goddess

Chapter 1010: Chapter 625: The Whereabouts of the Previous Goddess

"Gulu gulu..."

Ru Lan’s soft voice gradually faded away, leaving only the bubbling sound of the dragon meat soup in the blue-and-white porcelain pot within the guest room; the aroma of the stew slowly permeated the air.

Tian Ye’s voice was quiet, but just loud enough for Jia Yi and Li Junwu to hear.

With a sidelong glance from his golden pupils at the Western Region maiden by the window lattice, Tian Ye straightened his posture and chuckled:

"Because Jiatiange controls the Central Plains and forbids the entry of Ancient Beasts, while the survival space in the Great Desert is extremely restricted, the clans of the Qilin Wolf and Bug Saint engaged in a prolonged war over generations. Ultimately, the Qilin Wolf side emerged victorious and gradually evolved into the Tartar People."

"The so-called Great Desert Sons and Daughters of the Gods are those individuals who have reached a certain critical point of compatibility with the Qilin Wolf and Bug Saint."

"....."

Upon hearing this, Jia Yi’s gaze instantly fell upon the black-skirted girl who had suddenly appeared, with a trace of suspicion.

The war between the Qilin Wolf clan and the Bug Saint clan was both a struggle for survival space and a conflict over religious faith, aimed at exterminating the heretics completely.

While recalling the history books she had browsed, Jia Yi murmured softly:

"Compatibility with the Qilin Wolf and Bug Saint? Why does the Bug Saint still exist? Weren’t the clans devoted to the Bug Saint completely eradicated by our ancestral Tartar people...?"

"History can be falsified."

Xu Yuan interrupted her words, and under her gaze, he spoke in a calm tone:

"Perhaps for certain reasons, the leaders of your Tartar at that time decided to preserve the Bug Saint clan and subsequently integrated them through ethnic merging."

Thoughts raced through Jia Yi’s mind as her delicately beautiful brows furrowed tightly:

"Why are you so certain? Your Prime Minister’s Mansion has only risen for a few decades—how could you possibly have information on that period of history?"

Xu Yuan rubbed his temples, a trace of dread toward the sect forces creeping into his mind as he chuckled helplessly:

"I don’t know that history specifically; my conclusion is based on inferential reasoning.

"If the Qilin Wolf clan truly wiped out the Bug Saint clan, the Bug Saint in its current form should not have been able to find a physical host."

Jia Yi froze momentarily, instinctively asking:

"You... what do you mean by that?"

Xu Yuan smiled slightly and responded calmly:

"Didn’t I inform you last night that several Saints would attack the city? Among them, one happens to be the Bug Saint’s offspring."

"....."

Jia Yi’s beautiful eyes widened slightly, filled with disbelief.

As the Great Desert Goddess, she knew that the Bug Saint had not died in that war, but as the defeated party, the fact that the Bug Saint had completed its origin transformation even before the Qilin Wolf left her incredulous.

Her lips parted slightly:

"How is that possible...?"

"Heh~"

Watching the wavering expression of the Western Region maiden, Tian Ye suddenly laughed and playfully poked Xu Yuan’s waist repeatedly with her finger, speaking with a trace of regret:

"Your reaction is so quick; I had planned to tease this little sister myself."

Xu Yuan gathered all the available information and sighed:

"Sometimes, I wish I weren’t so quick to react. The more knowledge I gain, the deeper my apprehensions become..."

Jia Yi bit her lip and walked over to sit by the low table, glancing at the two speaking in harmony before her:

"What exactly are you talking about?"

Xu Yuan turned his gaze to her and said:

"You already have the answer in your heart."

Kneeling before the low table with her hands resting on her legs, Jia Yi clenched her dress tightly:

"You’re saying... our former king’s contingency plan?"

Xu Yuan nodded lightly, his voice haunting:

"Judging by the years and timing, it matches perfectly. The Bug Saint’s offspring should be around twenty years old."

Still unwilling to believe, Jia Yi’s half-closed beautiful eyes hardened:

"Two Goddesses emerging within the span of sixty years? Such a thing has never happened in history."

"Then you’ll be the first exception."

Xu Yuan abruptly interrupted her, lifting the lid of the blue-and-white porcelain pot in front of him. He checked the dragon meat soup’s readiness and calmly said to Jia Yi: "The Innate Taoist Body manifests once every hundred years, but there have been numerous occasions where multiple Innate Taoist Bodies coexisted in the same era historically. It’s merely a matter of probability; the population base of your Tartar simply hasn’t reached the scale of Dayan."

With that,

Xu Yuan ladled a bowl of soup and pushed it toward the Western Region maiden sitting across from him.

In the silent stillness,

Jia Yi’s emerald-green eyes wavered gently, as if certain beliefs within her began to crumble.

The fragmented bits of intelligence revealed by the man constructed a reality that enveloped her in deep hopelessness and powerlessness.

She revered the former king.

Revered the man who used his own body as a remedy, seeking to cure the Tartar’s thousand-year-old ailments.

Ever since learning of the former king’s actions for Tartar, she despised those in the royal court with his bloodline who merely schemed for power.

Her esteemed status as Goddess had given her a chance to steer Tartar along the path paved by the former king.

Thus, she sought to claim Tartar’s supreme authority.

But now, all these fragments of intelligence painted the former king’s monumental efforts as nothing more than a fleeting illusion.

The former king had calculated everything.

He accurately predicted the internal strife among the Dayan, foresaw the Emperor of Dayan’s century-long ambition to eliminate sect influence, yet ultimately achieved nothing.

The current trajectory continued to align with the Dayan’s expectations, while the Tartar remained mere pawns in their game.

Jia Yi wanted to reject this reality.

After all, much of the information just now came from the mouth of Xu Yuan, the son of Dayan’s Chancellor.

But the next moment,

Xu Yuan’s calm words shattered the faith she clung to:

"You’re thinking about Nalan Ting, aren’t you? About how someone of his caliber ultimately remained just a pawn in our internal conflicts within Dayan?"

"....."

A light breeze drifted into the guest room through the window lattice, causing Jia Yi’s robe to slip from her delicate shoulder as her jade-like collarbone trembled slightly.

Watching the young woman’s expression, Xu Yuan shook his head faintly.

Cross-referencing the intelligence within the Cangyuan Chronicles, he could roughly discern what the girl might be thinking.

Jia Yi, the Great Desert Goddess, sought to lead the Tartar toward dominance over the Central Plains, not to tread the path of ethnic fusion.

Nalan Ting’s precedent buoyed her confidence, but now she was abruptly told that everything the Tartar former king had meticulously orchestrated was prearranged by the Dayan Sect...

Boom.

The faith she had held since childhood crumbled with such finality.

Without a shred of comfort intended for this Goddess, Xu Yuan’s cutting words once again pierced into her heart:

"If you were born fifty years earlier to pick up where Nalan Ting left off, perhaps there might have been a chance. But now...

"Give up; you have no chance.

"The Great Desert Goddess Nalan Ting left behind to unify and stabilize the Tartar Political Scene was immediately repurposed as a tool to control the Bug Saint upon his demise.

"Whether you’re willing to admit it or not, Nalan Ting, the so-called Restorer of your era, was nothing more than a pawn manipulated by those forces.

"Such was his fate, and such will be yours."

Tartar’s revival would require successive generations of rulers to all be visionary leaders, yet they had already lost a crucial layer to manipulation. Even in the storyline where Jia Yi emerged as the final boss of the Cangyuan Chronicles, her ultimate fate would still be annihilation.

Among the numerous endings, only the Ancient Abyss truly managed to secure a foothold in the Central Plains, and its Demon Race descendants conquered merely two of Dayan’s Fourteen States, constantly under threat from the Yan Dynasty and the storyline protagonists’ counterattacks.

"....."

Xu Yuan ladled dragon meat soup into bowls for the three women in the room, letting out a long sigh:

"I truly didn’t expect that the Bug Saint’s offspring’s mother would turn out to be the previous Great Desert Goddess herself.

"It’s truly poignant, don’t you think, Jia Yi?"