He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 795 Why Did Dragon Slayer Do This?

"Whether you're crazy or not, you'll only know after you try." Long Shishen looked down at his hands, his fingertips still covered in flour—these hands had once wielded the thunder of the heavens and overturned the waves of the four seas, yet now they could calmly knead dough, cook, and sculpt little dough figurines that children loved. He chuckled softly, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight in the stove. "Besides, what's the point of becoming a heartless and desireless god, looking down on all living beings as if they were ants? It's better to live in this mortal world, to experience a heart-wrenching cry and a hearty laugh, to truly live a meaningful life, so that you haven't come to this world in vain."

Looking at the almost stubborn seriousness in his eyes, Long Si frowned for a long time before finally giving up and sighing heavily: "Fine, since you've made up your mind, there's no point in saying more. Just don't forget your identity. You've never been carrying more than just yourself on your shoulders—the sleeping clansmen, the unfinished mission, and some responsibilities that you can't escape."

Long Shishen smiled, didn't reply, and turned to walk towards the courtyard. The evening breeze ruffled his robes, carrying the aroma of food from the alley. His steps were light—he had to hurry back to cook dinner for the children. Little Li had been pestering him at noon to learn how to make braised pork, saying she wanted to surprise "Brother Zhuzi," and he couldn't be late. As for his divine position, responsibilities, and the expectations of his clan, he could put those aside for now. Right now, this hot meal, the children's laughter, and the warmth of everyday life were what he cherished most.

Not long after, Long Shishen sealed all his vast memories deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, and withdrew all his divine power, transforming into an infant still in swaddling clothes, and landed at the entrance of an alley in the capital city—this was the later He Yuzhu.

Just then, He Daqing happened to pass by and saw the baby crying loudly in swaddling clothes. The little face was wrinkled but showed a cleverness, and his heart softened instantly. He had never had any children in his life and always felt that his home was empty. Now, finding such a child was like a blessing from God. He carefully picked up the baby, wrapped him tightly in his coarse cloth jacket, and smiled, his wrinkled face beaming. He had already made up his mind to raise this child as his own son, naming him "Yuzhu" (Rain Pillar), hoping that he would grow up straight and strong like a pillar after the rain, responsible and capable.

Having found Long Shishen's true form, Long Si looked at him in his current mortal appearance and asked in a deep voice, "How is it now? Has your plan made any progress?"

Long Shishen gazed in the direction of the courtyard house, where the sounds of He Yuzhu playing with the children in the yard could be heard. A faint smile played on his lips: "I always feel like something's missing. However, He Yuzhu has already started cultivating. Although he's still figuring things out in a daze, he's already showing promise."

Even Long Shishen himself hadn't expected that He Yuzhu's divine consciousness would be so "vivid"—he completely saw himself as a real human, arguing over food, speaking up for his neighbors, and even cultivating with the tenacity of a mortal. The trap set by the demon race was originally a pawn Long Shishen used to test the strength of the mortal realm, but He Yuzhu unexpectedly ruined it with his brute force of "protecting his family," infuriating the demons who returned home.

But Long Shishen didn't take it to heart—those lesser demons were dead, nothing more; they were just insignificant pawns anyway. What he truly cared about was using He Yuzhu's divine consciousness to gain experience in the mortal realm and find an opportunity to break through that shackle. As long as he could take that step and regain his peak divine power, protecting the remaining members of his clan and even restoring the Dragon Clan's former glory would not be difficult.

Long Si gazed at the tall and imposing Long Shishen before him, his eyes swirling with two hundred years of longing and reproach, his voice slightly hoarse: "You brat, you've been gone for two hundred years, don't you know how much your mother misses you back home?"

A gentle smile spread across Long Shishen's lips, his gaze calm and deep: "Father, your son naturally knows. But as you have seen, the human race's power is growing stronger every day, and the fortune of the mortal realm is becoming increasingly prosperous, but the spiritual energy is so thin that it is almost invisible—this place is no longer suitable for our race to live in. We must go back, back to our homeland."

Long Si remained silent, fully aware of this truth. However, the road back was far from easy. With his current cultivation level, he couldn't even gather enough power to tear space apart, leaving him trapped in this mortal realm, watching his clansmen gradually wither away.

Long Shishen saw through the worry in his father's eyes and smiled calmly: "Father, I understand your concerns. Once this cycle of reincarnation has ended, my power will be fully awakened, breaking through all current constraints. At that time, I will surely lead the entire clan to shatter this void and return to the true holy land of the dragon race."

Long Si suddenly raised his eyes, and a surge of overwhelming joy burst forth from his turbid eyes: "Is this true?" Two hundred years of dormancy and anticipation were about to materialize at this moment.

Without uttering any further words, Long Shishen transformed into a dazzling golden streak of light, soaring straight into the sky. His voice, like a resounding bell, echoed from the clouds, carrying the sharpness and certainty of a young man: "Father, let's find an open space and spar to see who's the real one."

"What a brat!" Long Si was both surprised and delighted. His body surged with moisture, and he leaped up like an arrow, giving chase. He had to see with his own eyes what kind of fortune his son had gained in the past two hundred years, and whether he truly had the ability to shake the heavens and earth and lead his clan back.

The two finally landed before a desolate, broken mountain. The cliffs here were as if cleaved by a celestial blade, barren of vegetation, littered with millstone-sized boulders. The wind whipped up clouds of dust, exuding a chilling aura. When Long Shishen landed, a faint golden dragon aura swirled around him, leaping like flames. Golden vertical pupils flashed in his eyes, radiating an aura of majesty: "Father, please don't hold back later."

Long Si grinned, revealing sharp fangs. Moisture instantly swirled around him, turning into mist. The next instant, his massive body unfurled within the mist—a blue dragon over ten feet long! Its scales, like carved jade, gleamed coldly in the setting sun. Its four claws were sharp as knives, and its tail fin, when spread, created a whistling sound: "Do you still think your father is that old codger you could fool with a few words? Today I'll show you who the true pillar of the dragon clan is!"

Before he could finish speaking, Long Si lashed out with his tail fin, and with a loud "boom," all the rocks within a few feet of his feet were blown away, shooting towards Long Shishen like a rainstorm with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air. At the same time, his massive body snaked upwards like a blue lightning bolt, the sharp claws at the very tip gleaming with cold light, aiming straight for his face, determined to knock down this arrogant son on the spot.