The word father appeared in Chen Yang's consciousness for no reason.
"let me out?!"
This was not Chen Yang's thought, but a voice that came out involuntarily.
At that moment, Chen Yang lost control of his tongue.
"I won't be naughty anymore, I will be good. Father, please let me out."
The sound continues, echoing.
The majestic voice sounded again, as if it had not heard the previous request for permission, and was still talking to itself, but it was a little more unquestionable and severe out of thin air.
"My son, you are the most talented among the clan, and the hope of the millennium lies in you alone. You are five years old this year. According to the clan records, you are the best age to awaken the seeds of magical powers. Now you can calm down, integrate into the blood, and dig out
, go find, call, and wake up the magical seeds. Then, you can come out."
Chen Yang kept the ancient well without waves, and Yuanshi Tianzun sat in the sea of consciousness, playing with the jade Ruyi, without sadness or joy.
He seemed to be watching a play, where the actors took the stage and used their superb acting skills to make people immersed, but he clearly knew that everything was fake.
So boring.
The drama continues.
The childish voice was sobbing, not begging for mercy, but seemed to be really tapping into its own bloodline, calling for the seeds of magical power.
After a while, the childish voice sounded with a cry:
"Father, I can't do it, I can't find it. Oh, father, let me out, I can't do it, I can't do it."
The childish voice changed from sobbing to howling, as if it was suddenly overwhelmed by the heavy and substantial darkness, until it collapsed.
"Thirteenth son."
The father's voice sounded again, no longer majestic, but rather a bit tired, tired, and weak.
"You are my father's thirteenth child. Your previous twelve brothers and sisters, do you know where they are?"
The childish voice answered:
"I don't know, my brother and sister, where are they? Why don't you play with me and come to rescue me? Otherwise, why don't you just talk to me~"
The father said quietly: "Look, aren't they accompanying you and talking to you all the time?"
"Where is it?"
"You feel with all your strength, with your blood, those are your biological brothers and sisters, you will definitely feel their presence."
"Let me try."
The young voice was filled with excitement, anticipation, and strong emotion.
Then, Chen Yang felt that the cramped vat seemed to have become transparent.
Also transparent is the thick soil outside.
They seemed to have turned into houses made of glass, with stars shining brightly outside.
Then, Chen Yang saw a mouthful of jars.
Each jar is so small that it can barely fit a four or five-year-old child into it.
They may be new, old, intact, broken, dirty, or clean...
Gradually, those small water tanks became made of glass and became transparent.
Chen Yang saw the little skeletons curled up one after another, struggling hard in the last moments of their lives.
Some have rotted away, leaving only slender white bones; some still have maggots burrowing in and out.
"Ahhhhhh~~~"
A scream of terror, sharp enough to pierce the eardrums, suddenly broke out.
The childish voice kept shouting, kept shouting, and became hoarse and broke its throat.
When he couldn't make any sound, his father's voice came from above his head, and at the same time, there was the sound of shovel after shovel covering the soil.
"Awaken the magical seeds and climb out yourself. Otherwise, stay and stay with your brothers and sisters forever. Remember, they are always with you and watching you, always watching you!!