The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

(Journey to the West is almost over, and will be completed later.)

(Next, I will write a few short extra chapters to make the transition.)

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Emperor Donghua stepped out of the endless void and into the small world of The Untamed. He stood in the air and quietly overlooked the turbid world of cultivation below.

After little Wei Ying was driven out of the inn by the waiter, he stood on the street holding his small bag, looking dazed, his heart confused and not knowing where to go.

It was not until a shadow quietly enveloped him that he slowly came back to his senses from his trance, raised his head, and his eyes fell on the tall figure standing in front of him...Grandpa?

Is it grandpa?

Looking at the snow-white hair of Emperor Donghua, Wei Ying couldn't help but feel a little uncertain.

"Little guy, are you willing to leave with me?" Emperor Donghua leaned forward slightly, looked at him gently, and asked straight to the point.

"Where... where are we going?" Wei Ying asked cautiously, holding his small bag tightly, with a look of vigilance on his face.

"What do you think?" Emperor Donghua raised his eyebrows, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, and asked back.

"I... I don't know!" Wei Ying secretly took a step back, trying to keep some distance from the other party so that he could escape at any time.

Emperor Donghua naturally noticed his little action, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Just as he was about to continue teasing little Wei Ying, he caught sight of two disciples walking towards them. He immediately restrained the expression on his face, stood up straight, and resumed his mysterious appearance.

Wei Ying blinked and looked at Emperor Donghua, somewhat confused.

"Master."

"Master."

Wuxin and Shiying respectfully bowed to Emperor Donghua before turning their gaze to little Wei Ying. They both raised their eyebrows at the same time.

"Father?" Wei Ying looked at Shi Ying blankly and called out hesitantly.

"Not Dad, call me Brother." Shi Ying squatted down, looked him in the eye, gently stroked his head, and said gently.

"Brother?" Wei Ying frowned slightly, looked at Shi Ying, and repeated with some confusion.

"Yes, it's my brother." Shi Ying's eyes were full of gentleness, and he said in a firm tone.

Wei Ying frowned, tilted his head slightly and looked at him, his expression revealing a bit of thought.

Shi Ying looked at him quietly, without disturbing his thoughts, and waited patiently for him to come back to his senses.

"Ah...Aying doesn't remember having a brother." Wei Ying said hesitantly.

"Yes, but my father and mother forgot to tell you." Shi Ying said calmly.

"Really?" Wei Ying asked suspiciously.

"Of course, Aying, do you think I look like you?" Shi Ying smiled slightly and asked softly.

Wei Ying stared at him for a long moment, then nodded, letting down his guard. He said firmly, "Like father!"

After saying that, his eyes instantly turned red, his mouth turned down, and he looked aggrieved but afraid to cry.

Shi Ying sighed softly and tentatively reached out to hug him. Seeing that he didn't resist, he hugged his small body in his arms, patted his back gently, and comforted him, "Aying, be good. Don't be afraid because your brother is here!"

Wei Ying clutched his clothes tightly, lying in his arms, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed, "Brother, Ying can't find my father and mother... Wuwuwu... Ying is scared... Wuwuwu..."

"Don't be afraid, Aying. Brother is with you." Shi Ying gently patted his back and soothed him softly.