Chapter 1983: The Riddle of Birth! (1/2)
Edited by: Michyrr
”You…”
An Yaluoshan's eyes flickered, and after a long silence, he finally asked his question.
”You are my mother?”
The air in the tent seemed to pulse as An Yaluoshan asked this question.
As the future master of the Central Plains, the future true dragon, the one known by the Celestial God Organization as the 'Child of the World', and the 'Your Excellency' that Cui Qianyou and the others served, An Yaluoshan had always had an ambition to swallow the Central Plains and destroy the Great Tang.
But deep in his heart, An Yaluoshan had also always had a small and selfish desire: to find his mother.
He had been abandoned as a child, and his only proof of identity was the round bronze token that had been worn around his neck, the name 'Yaluoshan', and a paper slip that said, 'When the time has come, I will appear before you again.'
An Yaluoshan had always kept these objects by his side and memorized the words.
He had attempted before to investigate his background, but there had never been any clues, and after countless disappointments, he forgot about the matter.
But several days ago, to his surprise, he suddenly found a letter with the brand of that bronze token upon it. All it said was this:
'The time has come! Come to Mount Yaluo!'
All of his memories were recalled at that moment, and An Yaluoshan's heart once more began to waver.
The tent was quiet. An Yaluoshan stared at that hunched figure, his heart filled with anticipation.
After a long silence, a voice finally spoke. ”The Child of God… has no mother!”
It was a hoarse and discordant voice, like two pieces of metal being rubbed together. It was both incredibly old and indescribably unpleasant.
An Yaluoshan immediately frowned, but he suppressed his discomfort and continued with his questions.
”What do you mean?”
”Hoohoohoo, just as I said, you are the son of a god, the blood of the war god left behind in the mortal world. How could you have a mother?”
The figure gave a cold and sinister laugh, like the cry of an owl in the night. Finally, that figure turned around.
”Ah!”
Even though An Yaluoshan had prepared himself, the sight of that figure still made him tremble in shock and take several steps back.
The figure behind the fire basin had a face like tree bark, thickly covered in wrinkles. It was a sinister-looking old woman who had to be at least seventy years old.
But most shocking of all was her eyes. Just like that ox skull, she only had two empty eye sockets, a pitch-black void where her eyes should have been.
An Yaluoshan swallowed and hoarsely asked, ”Y-you are my mother?”
He had had all kinds of theories, but he had never imagined that his mother would be an old granny in her seventies.
”Kekeke, Child of God, how could you think such a thing? I am just a useless old granny. How could I be the mother of the Child of God? I am merely someone Moyeshi sent to wait for you here.”
The elderly female shaman eerily laughed.
”Then where is my mother?”
An Yaluoshan's brow creased.
That black-robed man had said that Moyeshi was waiting inside, and he had also believed that the one inside was his mother. But this was seemingly not the case.
”Hoohoo, if the Child of God wishes to see her, you naturally will, but not now,” the elderly shaman said.
”The time has not come? Then why did you have me come here?”
An Yaluoshan's eyes narrowed and his voice chilled. The excitement he had felt when leaving the Andong Protectorate headquarters faded, and he immediately lost interest in these mysterious worshipers.
”Hoohoo, although I am not Moyeshi, I can tell you everything you wish to know. In addition, Child of God, if you wish to see her, you will naturally see her on the day your mission is complete.”
The female shaman strangely laughed again.
An Yaluoshan fell silent. The dancing flames in the fire basin illuminated his plump face, creating patches of light and shadow that concealed An Yaluoshan's thoughts.
”Why did you abandon me, and after so many years, why did you contact me?” An Yaluoshan finally said.
He found this old shaman extremely unpleasant, but this was his only clue to finding his mother. Most importantly… even if this woman wasn't her, he needed to ask that long-buried question.
He needed to know the answer!
”Hoohoo, as expected, this is what you want to know the most?”
The old shaman laughed, her empty eyes turning to an empty part of the tent. A few moments later, the old shaman gave the answer.
”This is your fate! All of this was arranged by God, was what you needed to experience! If you were not abandoned, how could you become the Andong Protector-General of the Great Tang, and how could you attain your current status and return to the Mountain of Yaluo?!
”Your experiences endowed you with immense strength—is that not so?”
An Yaluoshan's brow furrowed, but he could not retort. This was not the answer he wanted to hear, but it was true. If not for all that he had experienced, he would have never reached his current status.