A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality, I Become a God - Chapter 75

When Lin Shuirou arrived at the forbidden area of the Roushui Holy Land, she found a small world within, one that had been created by Lin Shuirou herself. Surrounding this small world were countless formations, which made it appear as if something was being confined inside. It was clear that Lin Zixin was inside those formations.

Before entering the small world, Lin Shuirou waved her hand and dismantled the formations restricting it, then stepped directly inside.

Within the small world, Lin Zixin was seated in deep meditation at its core. Judging by the aura emanating from her, it was evident that she had successfully broken through to the Quasi-Emperor level. Sensing her mother’s arrival, Lin Zixin slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with deep regret, but she spoke firmly.

“Mother, I want to see Dong’er.”

Upon hearing Lin Zixin’s words, Lin Shuirou furrowed her brow slightly and sighed helplessly.

“Can’t you even hold on for this ten-year period? You must understand that I went through a decade of imprisonment just to safeguard your position as the Holy Maiden. Ten years was already a short time.”

“But ten years have passed, and Dong’er has grown up. I can’t let my child’s childhood be spent without my presence!”

Lin Zixin’s eyes shone with the brilliance of maternal love as she spoke without hesitation.

However, Lin Shuirou’s expression suddenly darkened, and she admonished, “Nonsense! Dong’er possesses the innate Dao胎 (Dao fetus); he will be the one to lead our Roushui Holy Land to glory. You also need to understand you cannot spoil Dong’er too much. Before he turns eight, he needs to lay a solid foundation, so that when he begins to cultivate, he can soar to great heights!”

This was the first time Lin Zixin had seen her mother like this, and she couldn’t help but smile bitterly, her thoughts drifting back to a previous moment.

Not long after preparing to enter seclusion to break through to the Quasi-Emperor level, Lin Zixin felt a wave of discomfort and discovered she was pregnant.

Initially, she had considered terminating the pregnancy, thinking about leading the Roushui Holy Land toward an even brighter tomorrow and how such matters of personal feelings could not be important to her.

However, just as she was about to terminate the fetus, she hesitated. The child was innocent; she couldn’t let her own reasons cause the child to perish before it had a chance. At the very least, she wanted to give the child a choice.

Thus, against her own expectations, Lin Zixin decided to carry the pregnancy to term during her seclusion.

Looking at the adorable baby in her arms, who was still with eyes closed, Lin Zixin was momentarily stunned. This was her first time holding a child, and it was her own. A feeling known as maternal love unknowingly filled her heart.

Since Lin Zixin did not know Wu Yifan’s name, she could only have the child carry her surname and named him Dong, hoping he would be an active and lively person, hence he became Lin Dong.

However, this good fortune didn’t last long. Soon after, Lin Zixin successfully broke through to the Quasi-Emperor level, and the commotion during her Tribulation Crossing couldn’t be contained.

The arriving Lin Shuirou and others saw Lin Dong and were instantly filled with rage. They knew that Lin Zixin was the Holy Maiden of the Roushui Holy Land. If word got out that the Holy Maiden had become pregnant before marriage, it would be a disgrace to the Roushui Holy Land.

Thus, after a consensus among Lin Shuirou and the others, they ultimately decided that Lin Zixin’s punishment would be ten years of imprisonment, during which she could not meet her child. For Lin Zixin, this was undoubtedly a huge torment, but there was no other way; it was already a relatively light punishment.

If it had been any other Holy Maiden, this situation would have likely led to her being stripped of her title. In any environment, reputation is paramount, and the Holy Land was no exception.

However, not long after, they discovered that Lin Dong possessed the legendary innate Dao胎圣体 (Dao Fetus Holy Constitution), which is said to be the physical constitution closest to the Dao. This meant that if Lin Dong began to cultivate, reaching the level of Great Emperor would not be the pinnacle for him.

Upon realizing this, the Roushui Holy Land secretly nurtured Lin Dong, striving to ensure that his cultivation would be more successful when he began.

“But I don’t want my son to be a tool of the Roushui Holy Land,” Lin Zixin said, her eyes reddening. At this moment, she was no longer the Holy Maiden of the Roushui Holy Land but a mother — a pure and simple mother.

Lin Shuirou turned her head away, feeling some sympathy, but she still spoke firmly.

“Just hold on a little longer; after all, it’s only five more years. Once five years pass, you will be out, and then you will represent our Roushui Holy Land in the Four Saints Competition.”

Having said that, Lin Shuirou ceased to pay attention to Lin Zixin’s reaction and left the small world.

The Roushui Holy Land was not solely under her control; she also needed to consider the other Elders and give them face. Therefore, ten years of imprisonment was already the lightest penalty. After all, Lin Zixin had just broken through to the Quasi-Emperor level, and the ten years would be a good time for her to settle down.

Lin Zixin watched her mother’s departing figure, filled with guilt towards Lin Dong.

“Child, I’m sorry. It’s my fault as your mother for not being able to be by your side. Wait for me; I will find you soon, and then I will always be with you.”

But soon, Lin Zixin seemed to remember something, her heart filled with melancholy.

“I don’t know how you are doing, but you probably don’t know we have a child. If you found out, I hope you would come to find me.”

“Forget it, it’s better if you don’t. Your mother is too powerful; you wouldn’t be a match for her. Just focus on living well.”

As if recalling something, despair washed over Lin Zixin. Given the level of care her mother showed her, if Wu Yifan truly appeared before her mother, then her mother would indeed eliminate him.

Of course, this would only be the case unless Wu Yifan had some power behind him that could rival the Roushui Holy Land, but Lin Zixin had dismissed that idea early on since, if he truly had such backing, he wouldn’t have been pursued by her in the first place.

On the other side, after leaving the small world, Lin Shuirou pondered something, letting out a sigh before heading towards a certain place within the Holy Land. She soon arrived at the top of a large mountain.

When she reached the mountain, a smile appeared on Lin Shuirou’s face. She quickly arrived in front of a residence where two guards at the Saint King level stood. Upon seeing Lin Shuirou approach, they immediately bowed respectfully and said, “Greetings, Holy Lord.”

“Hmm, how is the Holy Son doing today?” Lin Shuirou asked, waving her hand with a calm tone.

After learning that Lin Dong possessed the legendary innate Dao Fetus Holy Constitution, Lin Shuirou had strongly pushed for Lin Dong to be established as the Holy Son of the Roushui Holy Land.

“The Holy Lord, the Holy Son is very quiet today; he has been playing by himself,” one of the Saint King experts reported promptly.

Lin Shuirou nodded and then walked inside.