The Dragon King readily agreed. The sacrifice of the Azure Dragon had dealt him a heavy blow. Looking at Yaohua's chubby smiling face, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of comfort in his heart.
On the day of the Azure Dragon's burial, a gentle drizzle began to fall in the ancestral land of the Dragon Clan.
Amid the hazy white mist, Yaohua saw that all the members of the Dragon Clan had gathered under the Clan's Tree of Life.
The priest held a staff and softly chanted the past deeds of the Azure Dragon.
She snuggled closer into Chongming's embrace.
"Are you cold?"
Chongming conjured a cloak and gently draped it over Yaohua.
Yaohua tightly hugged his arm and rubbed her little head against his chest. "Daddy~"
"Little Phoenix, you should address me as the Celestial God."
Chongming's voice almost merged with the gentle drizzle.
Previously, he had let this little rascal call him casually, but upon reflection, it seemed inappropriate.
The phoenix would eventually return to its nest, and as a Celestial God in the Heavenly Realm, he had his own destiny.
"Why can't I call you Daddy? A Celestial God Daddy is still Daddy!"
The little phoenix's face was innocent, and confusion gradually gathered in her clear eyes.
Facing such a pair of eyes, Chongming suddenly didn't know how to explain.
After a long while, he gently sighed. "Fine."
"Is Daddy sad about Grandpa Azure Dragon too?" The little phoenix didn't know why he sighed. She raised her little hand to smooth the slight frown between his eyebrows. "Daddy, don't be sad."
Chongming wanted to say that all living beings in the Three Realms had their own fates. Even though he felt a momentary sense of loss in his heart, it would eventually pass. But seeing the little phoenix, who clearly wanted to comfort him but was gradually getting teary - eyed herself, he couldn't say it in the end.
"Daddy, why did Grandpa Azure Dragon die?"
Big teardrops fell on Chongming's hand, and he was slightly stunned.
"Why couldn't Grandpa Azure Dragon live forever?"
The childish voice asked the question that Chongming had been silent about. Chongming looked into the distance.
The priest's chanting was coming to an end. At this moment, the Dragon Tomb opened, and the stone coffin carrying the remains of the Azure Dragon slowly sank into it.
"Death is also a form of rebirth." He gently patted the little phoenix on the back, his tone gentle. "Little Phoenix, you and I will eventually be reborn."
The little phoenix's nose was red. She opened her innocent eyes and suddenly hugged Chongming tightly with both hands.
"I don't want Daddy to be reborn!"
After the Azure Dragon's funeral, the Dragon King immediately fulfilled his promise and went with Yaohua to the Phoenix Territory.
The Phoenix Clan, on Mount Danxue.
After Qingcang received Chongming's reply, he immediately led the clan members to the mountain gate to greet them.
As soon as Chongming landed with the little phoenix in his arms, Qingcang stretched out his arms. "Yaoyao, come to Daddy quickly!"
It had only been a few days since they last saw each other, but his sweet and soft daughter had lost some weight.
Qingcang quietly glared at the Dragon King, only to see the Dragon King staring at Yaohua jealously, his eyes almost oozing greed.
He quickly handed his daughter to his sons and exchanged a few polite words in a proper manner.
"A few days ago, Yaoyao accidentally found a few clean seeds. Unfortunately, the seeds were difficult to germinate. We have to trouble the Dragon Clan Chief to summon clouds and rain to help."
Qingcang briefly told the Dragon King the whole story.
The Dragon King had come to the Phoenix Clan out of momentary compassion. Unexpectedly, he learned that the clean seeds were discovered by Yaohua. For a moment, his eyes on Yaohua became even more intense.
Qingcang coughed lightly to draw back his attention.
"Brother Qingcang, you're welcome. I already promised the little girl that I would come to help."
Yaohua gave the Dragon King a sweet smile. "Thank you, Uncle Dragon King."
The Dragon King transformed into a silver dragon, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the clouds, just like a swimming dragon entering the sea, leaving no trace.
Yaohua raised her head, trying to catch a glimpse of the Dragon King's figure in the clouds.
The clouds were thick. Even though there was a bright sun, she couldn't see a thing.
Just as Yaohua was feeling a bit disappointed, she saw the thick clouds suddenly start to roll. The silver dragon's strong figure loomed in the surging clouds and mist.
"It's Uncle Dragon King!"
Her eyes lit up. She leaned on her elder brother's shoulder and craned her neck.
The originally calm and leisurely clouds changed from snow - white to black, constantly tearing and recombining. Countless dark clouds gathered from the horizon. She faintly heard a rumbling sound coming from the junction of heaven and earth, getting louder and louder, deafening.
Yaohua covered her ears and became even more excited.
So this was what it was like when the Dragon Clan summoned clouds and rain!
The dark clouds hung above her head, as if she could grab a big handful with just a stretch of her hand. She thought so and did so, but in the end, she grabbed nothing.
She pouted slightly. The next moment, a small patch of dark cloud was placed in a glass bottle by Chongming and handed to her.
"Little Phoenix, you can't catch the clouds."
Chongming's eyes were soft, and Yaohua's innocent figure was reflected in his all - encompassing eyes.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Chongming condensed a wisp of spiritual fire at his fingertips to illuminate a few miles around.
Amid the dark clouds all over the sky, Yaohua held the glass bottle, happy to the point of almost bubbling. "Thank you, Celestial God Daddy!"
At this moment, a drop of water landed on the tip of her nose.
It was cool and carried a hint of freshness.
Yaohua stuck out her tongue, trying to taste it.
"It's raining!"
Some clan members around excitedly shouted.
Immediately afterwards, the rain fell densely from the sky.
A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through the darkness. Amid the rumbling thunder, the sound of the rain became even more noisy, like pearls falling on a jade plate.
The clean rainwater infused with the Dragon King's spiritual power fell from the sky. The dormant seeds broke through the soil, stretched out their branches and buds, and in just a short moment, grew into tall and straight seedlings.
However, at this moment, the silver dragon suddenly fell from the nine heavens and transformed into a human form, crashing to the ground.
"Uncle Dragon King!"
The happy atmosphere disappeared instantly.
Everyone quickly gathered around.
"Uncle Dragon King, I'm sorry. I forgot that your spiritual power hasn't fully recovered yet." Yaohua was so guilty that she almost shed tears.
Qingcang immediately took out a bunch of magic treasures, with the same look of guilt on his face as Yaohua. "Brother Nanfeng, I was too hasty. These magic treasures can help restore your spiritual power. You can rest in the Phoenix Clan for a while. There's no need to rush about summoning clouds and rain."
The Dragon King, who hadn't heard his name called for a long time, was stunned.
"Yes, there's no hurry, Chief of the Dragon Clan. You should have a good rest first."
After hearing about what the Dragon King had encountered before, several Phoenix Clan members said they were willing to protect him. Yaohua raised her chubby little hand and volunteered. "I also want to protect Uncle Dragon King!"
The Dragon King couldn't help but laugh. "It's not that serious."
Originally, he had some grudges with Qingcang, but now there was no trace of it left. "It's just a momentary loss of breath. It's okay."
Saying that, he transformed into a stream of light again and staggered towards the sky.
The rain was pattering. The Dragon King struggled to tumble in the clouds.
Like the Phoenix Clan, the Dragon Clan was also suffering from the great calamity of the end of the world. It was rare to have clean seeds. If they could successfully help the seeds take root, germinate, and bear fruit, it would be a glimmer of hope for life in the Three Realms.
But one person's strength was ultimately limited. The Dragon King only felt a buzzing in his ears and his vision was getting darker and darker.
He wanted to turn his body and summon another heavy rain, but his huge body fell straight down.