Chapter 147: Wheat Has Ripened Thousands of Times, the Primal King Enters the Fray for the First Time
Chapter 148: Wheat Has Ripened Thousands of Times, the Primal King Enters the Fray for the First Time
There were many, countless, direct arguments proving Yonglan was the [Primal King].
For instance, the Sams, which perfectly recreated the echoes of ancient times; his trajectory was replicated almost one-to-one with the Primal King; the strong attraction to the bloodlines of the favored; the Primal King was an outsider, and so on. All of these points found clear explanations.
Of course, there was also Shariel’s proposed plan. If successfully executed, it would be the “new creation” endeavor of the [Primal King].
However, the counterarguments were also critical. If Yonglan was truly the [Primal King], then who was it fighting the battle in the heavens at this very moment?
Well, this question could also be explained. After all, in this world where the underlying structure was Spirit Matter and entirely idealistic, clones or avatars were possible, especially for an existence as unique as the [Primal King].
The most crucial point of refutation was Yonglan’s lack of corresponding memories. The extent of his powers wasn’t the key; the absence of related cognition was the most peculiar and comical aspect.
Despite this, Enesyin stated she believed Yonglan was the Primal King. The Platinum-haired Dragon Maiden offered an irrefutable reason:
“Because sister… thinks so too.”
Initially, Enesyin, seeing her sister’s exceptional favor towards Yonglan, had triggered her Haki Dragon’s reactive puffing mode, desperately trying to reclaim Yonglan.
But upon reflection, she realized something was amiss. Didn’t Aseran say the Dragon Princess was the Primal King’s bride?
What happened to becoming the “Primal King’s companion,” embracing supreme honor and greatest happiness? Had she abandoned this mission upon seeing Yonglan’s beauty? How was this different from betraying one’s faith!
Enesyin absolutely refused to believe her sister was the type to forget loyalty for beauty. There must be a deeper meaning to it.
Yonglan raised an eyebrow. “Hiss… that’s true. Speaking of which, Aseran’s attitude towards me has indeed been a bit strange.”
That immensely arrogant Dragon Princess, who dared to trample all Laws and declare war on the entire Pillar of the Holy, had never shown him an ounce of arrogance.
Instead, she treated him with extreme respect and importance. Recalling Aseran’s peculiar words and actions now, they made more and more sense.
Yonglan nodded. “If it helps you in your endeavors, then I am.”
He said this teasingly, but Yonglan himself mostly believed it. With so many reasons and pieces of evidence laid bare before him, to ignore them would be pure self-deception.
Yonglan: “But whether I am the Primal King or not doesn’t affect our Contract.”
Jiali smiled gently, placed a hand on her chest, and gave a slight bow. “Of course. To be chosen by the Primal King and share in Love and Honor, this fortune is truly exhilarating.”
The silver-purple-haired girl linked her arm through Yonglan’s, her pink eyes burning with fervor. “Compared to the aloof, bloodless gods in ancient texts and doctrines, I prefer a living [Primal King] like this – one who can be seen and touched, who can laugh, grieve, rage, and feel sorrow.”
“You’re right, the descriptions in the texts are too abstract.”
Yonglan couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat when he thought of the “Primal King Grandpa literature” he had seen. He had mocked its contents more than once, finding it hard to imagine the mental state of the monks who wrote such things in the past. But now that he was the protagonist, Yonglan couldn’t laugh anymore.
Jiali’s faith in the [Primal King] had never been particularly strong; it was quite weak in the Boundless Land. Compared to distant legends and epics, she believed Yonglan, whom she saw with her own eyes, more.
As for Enesyin, the Royal Knight, her feelings were more complex.
The Platinum-haired Dragon Maiden first breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Yonglan in a flustered manner, seemingly unsure how to face him, who was both an object of her faith and the one she admired.
However, Enesyin had long since corrected her awkward personality. After a brief moment of internal struggle, she punched her chest and said earnestly, “I am the same. For a Royal Knight, there is no greater honor than to create great achievements alongside the Primal King.”
[Having shared a nearly forbidden secret, the bond between you and your companion has deepened, showing progress on the path of Love.]
[Love: 7 → 10]
[You can now offer more Contracts.]
Did my status increase so much just because my identity was clarified? How realistic.
With the open and honest conversation, the last layer of separation between Yonglan and his teammates was removed. However, before he could dwell on this, Enesyin brought up another solemn topic:
“Yonglan, what do we do next?”
Enesyin posed the soul-searching question: “Here, we will naturally continue to fight side-by-side and complete the Primal King’s past achievements. But what about in reality?”
They had all become so familiar with each other; even knowing Yonglan was likely the [Primal King] wouldn’t change much. At most, it would add a layer of worship to their affection. This worship could even be considered a form of charm.
But after the Sams, they would eventually have to return to reality.
“To complete the Great Artifice to Welcome Back the Primal King, various Races have worked tirelessly for thousands of years, and now the Second Succession War has erupted. Is this the situation you wish to see?”
You know, Yonglan had actually wanted to see bloodshed and chaos before. But now, the change in his identity had brought about a change in his mindset. The Citizens of the Boundless Land had transformed from wild cats he could freely love into house cats he cherished. Yonglan immediately expressed his stance unequivocally:
“I understand what you mean, but I’m not taking the blame for this. I truly didn’t instruct Aseran to do this! — At least, not to my knowledge.”
“I want to end the chaos in the Boundless Land, but…”
Enesyin and Jiali believed Yonglan was the Primal King because of what they had seen and experienced in the Sams. But in reality, if Yonglan were to prove his special nature, he could only prove he was a walking succubus.
If Yonglan dared to publicly declare himself the [Primal King], he would be torn apart by his fervent followers.
“Even if someone believed it, it would be of no use,” Enesyin said. “Sister knows your identity very well, yet she still acts on her own, believing her actions are most in line with the Primal King’s will. Even if Yonglan clearly opposed it, she likely wouldn’t stop.”
“Alas, it has ultimately become an innocuous idol,” Yonglan sighed, not surprised by this situation of being sidelined.
“Since that’s the case, let’s communicate in a language everyone understands.”
Yonglan said to Jiali and Enesyin, “We will personally end this dispute!”
Wheat has ripened thousands of times, the Primal King enters the fray for the first time!
