Incarnation Of Gods: Endless War

Third-person POV

Weisheng narrowed his eyes when a radiant light suddenly blinded his vision. He slowly opened his eyes and surprised to see himself in a completely white space. Usually, the dreams he had were filled with unfathomable darkness and many resentful spirits would try to pull him into their world.

Yet, at where he was standing, it was so pure that even a piece of dust could be noticed in a glimpse. Seeing the white color, he suddenly remembered Hong er. He looked around like mad and when he parted his lips to call his wife's name, nothing came out.

He clenched his jaw in frustration, he decided to run through the mystifying white space. He didn't remember how long he has run. Then a faint clinking sound was heard from his side.

He whipped his head to the source of the sound and his eyes immediately went wide. Not far from him, Hong er was chained on a block of wood with no consciousness. Her surrounding was pitch black, different from his.

A wide smile appeared on his lips as he sprinted towards Hong er. But, the more he ran, the further she got. He ran again without having any thought of stopping, yet, the distance between and Hong er grew wider.

Weisheng voicelessly howled in agony. His feet started to bleed, staining the spotless white floor with bright red blood. His steps became slower and slower until it stopped, and at the same time, the distance between them stop growing.

Just after he stopped moving, he could see her lifeless face. I felt like there were hundreds of swords stabbing his heart. He fell to his knees and let his tears dripped down to the ground.

'All of this happened because of me...because of me, Hong er has to suffer…..It is because of me…' Weisheng mumbled under his breath.

He profusely slammed his head to the ground until his flesh on his forehead ripped open and revealed his skull. Yet, he didn't stop even after hearing a cracking sound of his skull.

'Because of me….It is my fault….I should just die….die….' Weisheng kept muttering to himself.

The pain on his head couldn't compare to the pain in his heart. As the pain on his head was not enough to cover up his heartache, he dug his nails into his chest and scr.a.p.ed his own flesh. If by giving his heart can bring Hong er back, he would happily do so.

Then a faint cry echoed through the white space. His bloody hands abruptly came to a stop. If he claws his chest more than that, his rib would be visible. He raised his head to look at Hong er who hasn't budged an inch, his face immediately dropped when he saw that it wasn't Hong er's.

The cry continued and it grew louder and closer to him. He turned around and saw the light that brought him here blinded his eyes once again.

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Weisheng's brow twitched and he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a ceiling with a drawing of a man in black-clothes and a beautiful woman in white-clothes yearned for each other.

He widened his eyes in shock when he recalled that what he saw not long ago. He suddenly rose from the bed and caused the servants around him to jump up.

"HONG ER!" Weisheng anxiously looked around while shouting her name.

"Your Majesty Emperor! Please calm down, Your Majesty Emperor!" the servants called him as he gets down from his bed and started to break all the furniture in the room in rampage.

"Why do you wake me up?! Hong er is waiting for me! She is waiting for me there! Get away! Hong er! Hong er ah! Wait for me!" Weisheng roared with tears pouring down his eyes.

Qiyi and Qier kept calling his name, yet, none of it entered his ears. Weisheng persistently looking around the room while shouting Hong er's name. The maids slowly retreated to the corner as Weisheng's dark aura was suffocating them.

The babies that were in Jin Momo and Ming Yu's arms wiggled and their face contorted into a frown. With their tears pooled in their eyes, they parted their lips and let out ear-splitting cries.

Weisheng's body froze when he heard similar cries. He slowly turned his grim eyes towards the source of the deafening cries. Jin Momo and Ming Yu flinched when Weisheng looked their way, they swiftly yet gently rocked the baby side to side to stop their crying.

His spiky hair was in a mess and half of his face was covered in ominous tattoos. Combined with his inhuman height, his whole appearance became more frightening than before. With heavy steps, he made his way to the corner where the maids and the babies flocked together in fear.

They shut their eyes as they expected Weisheng would kill them. But, what they didn't feel anything. Slowly but surely, they opened their eyes just to see Weisheng standing in front of Jin Momo and Ming Yu while he stared down to the crying babies in their arms.

Jin Momo and MingYu didn't dare to look up, they could only hug the babies tighter to their embrace. Currently, Weisheng was not in his right mind so they were afraid that Weisheng would hurt the babies without knowing that it was his own son and daughter.

Qiyi and Qier were standing behind Weisheng with their guard on. If Weisheng made any suspicious move against the babies, they would immediately tackle him down even if it cost their life.

Weisheng slowly raised his hand and reached over one of the babies. Keenly following Weisheng's every move, Qiyi and Qier also raised their hands. As soon as Weisheng's fingertip touched the soft cheek, tears dripped onto the back of his hand.

"They are….mine?" Weisheng asked with a trembling voice.

Jin Momo whipped up her head to look at his face which covered with tears. Although his face is very menacing, his eyes were filled with sadness and relief at once.

"Y-yes, Your Majesty Emperor." Jin Momo stuttered.

The baby turned her crimson red eyes to her father and her cry instantly ceased. She wiggled her hand out from her blanket and grabbed the finger that poking her cheek before she giggled. Weisheng's eyes widened as more tears streamed down his cheeks.

Jin Momo stared at Weisheng and smiled tenderly, "Your Majesty Emperor, do you want to hold Her Highness Princess?"

Weisheng weakly nodded his head. Jin Momo carefully passed the baby to Weisheng's arms and taught him how to properly hold a baby. The other baby in Ming Yu's arms stopped crying when he heard his little sister's giggle. He glanced over and wailed.

Ming Yu glanced at the baby in her arms then to the direction where the baby staring at. She instantly understood what the baby want.

"Yo-your Majesty Emperor, it seems like His Highness Prince also wants to be hugged." Ming Yu said hesitantly.

"Ah ghu!" the baby let out a short wail as if he agree with Ming Yu.

Weisheng walked towards Ming Yu and stared at his son. He extended his other empty hand, Ming Yu cautiously placed the baby on his arm.

Weisheng vacantly stared at them with sad eyes but as if the babies understand him, they tried to console him. He turned his eyes to his son when he felt his chest was pounded. Then glanced at his daughter when he felt her snuggling onto his other chest.

A faint smile appeared on his lips, yet, his tears didn't stop flowing. The sun shone through the window and highlighted them. Weisheng noticed a faint glimmer in the baby's eyes, he looked closely and saw that they have a golden undertone beneath their red eyes.

Knowing that they inherited some of Hong er's feature made him insanely happy. He smiled and hugged them tighter.

"Your name will be Liu Rong Ai and Liu Zhang Wei."

(A/N: Liu Rong Ai is the princess and Liu Zhang Wei is the prince. The prince born first before the princess.)