She said, "How do you think my dragon dance was today?"
"Beautiful. Your dance is unmatched in the world."
"Actually, I have an even more beautiful dance that I created just for you. It’s not for praying for blessings; I just want to please you with it. But I’m tired today. When I feel better soday, I’ll perform it for you."
mories seed to fast-forward to the day when the end of the world truly arrived.
That catastrophe was also known as the Great Flood of ancient tis.
Huge tsunamis and powerful floods caused mountains to tremble in the waves and the land to groan amidst the upheaval. With the force of a mighty thunderbolt, they roared toward the land, swallowing cities and valleys, and sought to devour all living beings.
Those who devoutly worshiped her, who regarded her as their faith, fled in all directions.
There were the elderly, frail and faltering.
There were children, still toddling and babbling.
There were pregnant won, their bellies swollen, kneeling on the ground and ceaselessly praying to Heaven and Earth to spare them.
There were husbands, holding children in their left arms and clinging tightly to their wives with their right.
There were young girls, crying hysterically, their faith crumbling.
Even more helpless people struggled in the floodwaters, placing their only hope upon her.
They cried out, "Saintess, save us..."
"Saintess, can you protect my child? She is only three and a half..."
"Saintess, I can die, but my wife cannot; she’s five months pregnant..."
"Save my mother, please. She’s already seventy years old and can’t hold on much longer."
"Saintess, please dance one more ti, save us! We don’t want to die..."
"Saintess, dance one more ti! Pray for favorable winds and rain!"
...
All those struggling in the floodwaters were praying.
At that mont, she could no longer accompany Mo Yinhe, much less enjoy his protection while nestled in his arms.
She couldn’t just watch as lives were devastated; she had to fulfill her mission.
Mo Yinhe seed to know what she was about to do, his voice strict, "Mingjing, don’t do it."
But Mo Yinhe couldn’t stop her. Her determination was unwavering; she was ready to face death if it ant defending the city.
She knocked him unconscious, taking him by surprise.
They say mbers of the Dragon Clan are inherently sovereigns of the ocean, possessing boundless power. She exhausted all her cultivation to prop up a hemispherical protective shield, like an imnse, overturned wok, covering the entire Royal Capital. This shield held back the rampant floods from the land of the Royal Capital, protecting all its people within.
The people cheered. They were grateful. They worshiped her once again.
Unfortunately, the power of one person was ultimately limited, no match for the cataclysmic forces of Heaven and Earth.
The surging tsunami raged outside the barrier, and in the end, the Royal Capital itself sank Undersea...
Her close ones begged her not to persist anymore.
Everyone knew she had done her best, but if she gave up, the people trapped Undersea would be beyond saving.
If the people entrusted all their hopes to her, how could she give up?
In the end, to save the populace trapped Undersea, she had to use the soul of the Dragon Clan to set a seal upon the barrier, giving it a ti limit of one hundred years.
The barrier would not disappear for one hundred years. As for what might happen after that... she didn’t know. This was all she could do.
After setting the seal, her cultivation was drained, leaving her at death’s door.
Yet in her final monts, she didn’t lean into Mo Yinhe’s embrace but instead perford a solo dance on the altar—her last dragon dance.
It wasn’t that she had to dance, but she needed to give the people one last shred of faith and hope.
She prayed for the blessing of all people on the altar, telling them, "This dance can protect you for a hundred years, but you cannot rely solely on . I prefer to protect those who are self-reliant and know how to turn desperate situations around. Within a hundred years, you must find a way to save yourselves..."
Having said that, she faded away as sweet incense diminishes, her soul rging with the protective barrier.
When Mo Yinhe woke up, he held her body, which had vanished like sweet scent dissolving into air, and he wept uncontrollably, heartrending and inconsolable.
In that mont, she was nothing but a transparent soul, wishing only to tell Mo Yinhe, "I’m sorry. I didn’t fail the world, but in the end, I failed you. I promised to dance only to please you, yet until now, I haven’t fulfilled my promise."
But she really wanted to dance for him.
Her transparent soul transford into a rainbow aurora, dancing alone upon the barrier...
The people all knelt and wept bitterly, as if they knew she was dancing a prayer, still caring for them, still blessing them.
The dancing rainbow aurora seed like Celestial Auspiciousness descending from Heaven!
And she was the heaven in the hearts of the people!
Only Si Mingjing herself knew that she only wished to please Mo Yinhe; she only hoped that Mo Yinhe wouldn’t be in such pain...
mory halted abruptly at this point. Si Mingjing suddenly opened her eyes, tears rolling down from the corners.
Mo Yinhe’s face remained taut, his voice harsh as he said, "In any case, when I say you must not dance, I an you must not dance!"
If she hadn’t accessed this mory, she would have definitely rolled her eyes at Mo Yinhe’s words.
But having just acquired new mories, listening to Mo Yinhe’s harsh words made her nose sting acutely, and tears stread down her face.
Suddenly, she really felt like nodding.
She nodded seriously, obedient in a way that was out of character. "Alright, I won’t dance anymore. I will never dance this dance again."
Seeing the tears at the corners of her eyes, Mo Yinhe was taken aback. "Why are you crying? Don’t cry. I won’t be harsh on you anymore."
Had his tone been too harsh? Mo Yinhe wondered to himself.
"Don’t cry. Your tears are unsettling my heart."
Mo Yinhe wiped her tears, kissing the corners of her eyes.
Si Mingjing’s emotions were steeped in her mories. She tried to compose herself for a while before looking up at him. "Why don’t you like dancing this dance? Is my dancing really that dreadful?"
Could it be that Mo Yinhe also rembered the mories within the Dragon Spit Pearl, which must be from his past life?
The most frustrating thing for Mo Yinhe was that he couldn’t even give her a reason.
He simply didn’t like watching her dance this dance; it pained his heart.
Like suffering from angina.
How intelligent was Si Mingjing, the best at discerning words and expressions? She tentatively asked, "You can’t even give a reason, can you? A visceral dislike?"
Mo Yinhe’s expression tightened. He didn’t say a word, as if she had guessed correctly.
"Since you dislike it, I won’t dance it anymore. Mo Yinhe, I won’t do things you dislike in the future."
Si Mingjing spoke sincerely. Her words flowed like sweet spring water into Mo Yinhe’s heart.
He looked surprised. "So obedient?"
This was unlike her character.
Si Mingjing dabbed her tears and cald her emotions. "Is being obedient not good? But, I want to perform another dance for you, one you must not refuse to let dance."
Mo Yinhe’s mood lifted, the gloom completely swept away. "As long as it’s not that dance, I’ll like any other dance you perform."
"Then sit here and enjoy."
Si Mingjing pressed on Mo Yinhe’s shoulders, signaling him to sit on the tatami.
Then, Si Mingjing danced alone.
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