Incarnation Of Gods: Endless War

Third-person POV

The sky was as dark as a fathomless abyss. The sudden disappearance of the sun caused an uproar in the whole Chang An. People quickly used their Qi to lighten the city as much as they could.

Some of them ran to a temple and prayed to Sheng Jie, the Goddess of Light. They had a superstition that if the sun suddenly disappeared in the day, that means Hei An was angered and his wrath could destroy the world. And only Sheng Jie could calm him down.

However, the sun symbolizes Sheng Jie. For the sun to be covered by impenetrable darkness, it means something ominous would happen. Just as they were thinking about the calamity that would happen, they suddenly felt something wrapped in their ankles.

They looked down to their feet and within their shadows, they saw a pair of eyes staring at them whilst pulling their legs with black strings. They instantly went panic and grabbed whatever they could so they wouldn't be sucked into the darkness.

Cries of agony resounded throughout the city. The parents desperately tried to save their child despite their own life is at risk. They called Sheng Jie's name in the hope that she would descend from heaven and help them.

On the other side, Weisheng was staring at Xue Lang with dead eyes. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Xue Lang by his neck then lifted him up to the air. Xue Lang suddenly regained his consciousness when he felt his neck was going to break.

Xue Lang choked the blood that clogged up in his throat and scratched Weisheng's hand whilst kicking around. Shiver ran down to his spine when he caught a glimpse of Weisheng's expression.

Weisheng's eyes were wide open with tears flowing down his cheeks. His sclera that was supposed to be white, had changed color into jet black. Accompanied by his crimson red eyes that were shining brightly in pitch dark, it was beautiful yet blood-curdling.

(A/N: Sclera is the white part of the eye.)

"…fa…father…." Xue Lang weakly called out to Weisheng as his lips turned purple from lack of oxygen.

His eyes rolled back as his whole body became stiff and rigid. He couldn't sense anything, every part of his body was numb.

Weisheng looked menacingly at Xue Lang while muttering "kill…" under his breath.

Xue Lang's hands dropped to the side as he had given up at fighting back. He was satisfied. For him to be able to see the beautiful part of the world even if it is only for a moment, is already enough.

It was Weisheng and Hong er who showed him what love truly is. Because of the two of them, every day he could eat the best food, every night he could sleep comfortably without worrying a thing.

With his last breath, he whispered, "I…lo…ve….you…."

Then, a small smile slowly appeared on his thin lips as he closed his eyes to depart from the world.

"UWAAHHHH!"

Out of blue, an ear-piercing cry sounded out. In that instant, Weisheng's eyes immediately went back to normal. The pitch-black layer that overcast the sky also cleared out in a second. Like an arrow from a bow, he released Xue Lang and caught him from falling to the ground.

He positioned his trembling finger under Xue Lang's nose to check his breathing. Yet, he didn't feel anything, not even a small pant. His body froze in horror, tears pooled on his eyes as it dripped onto Xue Lang's pale face.

"X-Xue Lang…Speak to father…" Weisheng anxiously spoke with a shaking voice.

Weisheng tapped Xue Lang's cheek with the hand that he used to choke Xue Lang. He stared at his hand in resentment and enmity, he took out his sword and raised it to the air. Just as he was about to cut off his arm, the cry that woke him up grew louder.

He looked to the side and saw Shu Zhiruo holding a baby while on her side, Jin Momo was holding the other one. The baby in Shu Zhiruo's arms cried loudly with its plump hand wriggled around, trying to reach out to something warm.

"Hold him while I heal Xue Lang," Shu Zhiruo commanded.

Shu Zhiruo dashed towards Weisheng and passed the baby to him. He unsummoned his sword and took the baby from Shu Zhiruo. Surprisingly, the cry of the baby ceased as soon as it was in Weisheng's arms.

Shu Zhiruo pressed her fingers on Xue Lang's wrist to check his pulse. She sighed a relief when she felt a tiny thump from Xue Lang's wrist, she quickly summoned her magical needles and inserted the needles onto several acupuncture points on Xue Lang's body.

The bleeding on Xue Lang's chest started to cease and slowly but surely, Xue Lang showed a sign of breathing as his chest softly moves up and down. Shu Zhiruo cleaned her needles with her Qi as she looked at Xue Lang's progression.

"He is fine for now, he has to be on the bed for 3 weeks," Shu Zhiruo sighed in relief.

Shu Zhiruo shifted to Yue Ying and checked the injury on the back of her head. All of a sudden, everything came rushing back to Weisheng.

Weisheng abruptly stood up and called out, "Hong er!"

"Don't go!" Shu Zhiruo shouted at him while her hands were controlling the needles on Yue Ying's body.

At that moment, Weisheng glared at Shu Zhiruo as suspicion grew in his heart. If looks could kill, Shu Zhiruo would be dead long ago.

Why can't he go find his wife? What if Hong er was in danger and her life is on the line? Why a mere physician forbid him to do what he wants? Is she on the same side as the enemy? Is she one of the traitors? Hundreds of questions went through Weisheng's brain in a split second.

As if Shu Zhiruo could read his mind, she promptly denied, "I'm not!"

"Then explain to yourself why I can't go?" Weisheng narrowed his eyes as he started to get impatient.

Since Hong er trusted Shu Zhiruo like her own family, Weisheng decided to give a second chance to give him a reason for prohibiting him from saving Hong er.

Shu Zhiruo clicked her tongue in annoyance and yelled, "Can't you see we are also in danger?! I am worried about Hong er but if it is her, she would undoubtedly place her children above herself.

She pushed me into the secret passage and went to fight those Bei Zhou soldiers so we can save the princes and princesses.

But thank to that, we can make it in time when the prince and princess were thrown into the cliff."

Weisheng gritted his teeth and hugged his baby tighter yet not enough to hurt the baby. Shu Zhiruo glanced at Weisheng and felt guilt-ridden.

"I know it is hard for you, but your children need you by their side. You didn't bring any back up with you and currently, our soldiers are fighting off the enemy. We can only depend on you. And I can assure you that they won't kill Hong er," Shu Zhiruo said with her eyes downcasted.

Weisheng whipped his head up to look at Shu Zhiruo and asked with a disbelief tone, "Why do you say so."

"I accidentally heard the conversation between the Bei Zhou soldiers. It seems like they need Hong er alive for some reason and ordered to kill heir and heir apparent," Shu Zhiruo said firmly.

Weisheng pondered for a while and his face turned darker than ink.

"Murong Qing…" Weisheng muttered under his breath.

Shu Zhiruo knitted her brows in confusion, "Murong Qing?"

"I will explain later. Firstly, we have to go back to Fei Hong Palace." Weisheng replied.

Shu Zhiruo nodded her head in agreement, "En. That is the best option."

"For Meiyun to travel from afar to Chang An in such a short time, it means she knows something." Weisheng pondered.

"Meiyun?" Shu Zhiruo knitted her brows in confusion when he suddenly brought up Meiyun's name.

Then she realized something that she should have the first time she saw him here, "Wait, how do you get here? Aren't you at the border?"

"Later, I will explain it. You hold the baby." Weisheng gently handed the baby to Shu Zhiruo.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Since his power had been unsealed because of his mental breakdown, he would use it to the fullest.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and his eyes changed into how it looks when his power was uncontrollable. Shu Zhiruo shuddered in fear at the sudden drop in temperature around Weisheng.

Dark aura crept up from Weisheng's shadow and his shadow expanded tremendously in a blink of an eye. A loud neigh sounded out as a huge jet black horse shoot out from Weisheng's shadow.

"Get on. We must not waste any time." Weisheng said with a grim expression on his face.

Shu Zhiruo and Jin Momo nodded their heads and mounted Xiao Hei. Weisheng made a circle gesture with his finger and two pitch-black spheres resembling portals materialized above Xue Lang and Yue Ying.

With his Qi, he lifted both of them up and gently put them into the portals.

"Wh-what is that?" Shu Zhiruo asked 

"So I can take them without re-opening their wounds," Weisheng replied without taking his eyes off the black spheres.

"E-en." Shu Zhiruo obediently nodded her head and shut her mouth as she watched the spheres closed up into giant orbs.

"Let's go," Weisheng instructed.