I was a Celestial Second Generation.
And probably the most badass Celestial Second Generation of them all.
Because my father was the most badass. He was the Emperor of All Immortals of the Primordial Continent, the main world of the Central Star Domain.
And I was an only child!
Showered with every ounce of love.
The number one Celestial Second Generation in the universe!!
My name was An Bulang.
My surname was An, and my given name was Bulang.
As for why the dignified Son of the Immortal Emperor had such a lousy name, that was a simple matter.
When my father named me, he had actually pondered it long and hard.
He deduced the course of the great universe and the evolution of primordial chaos, combined yin and yang, the five elements, and the Eight Trigrams, peered into unknowable fate, and finally arrived at a true saying: Hold steady, Not Courting Disaster Can Win!
And so, the Son of the Immortal Emperor was named An Bulang.
The name carried lofty meaning, the Great Dao in its utmost simplicity, and contained a maxim of victory.
In short, it was incredibly good. The entire universe acknowledged this, and no one dared say otherwise.
Anyway, I had never heard anyone say my father's naming skills were terrible...
At this thought, An Bulang let out another faint sigh.
He had never expected much from his own name. One only had to look at the bloody examples of his father's pet Golden Crow Saintess being called Little Red, the Sky-Burning Phoenix being called Little Huang, the Heavenly Dao Nether Flower being called Little Mushroom, and so on to understand his father's naming standards. He had already resigned himself to his own name.
Actually, as the universe's number one Celestial Second Generation.
An Bulang's family loved him dearly, and his friends cared deeply about him. The environment and atmosphere he lived in were both wonderful.
Yes, everything was good—one could even call it top-tier.
But he truly was not happy.
He was not being melodramatic. He truly could no longer find his purpose in life, as if he would spend his entire lifetime beneath the halo cast by his father.
No matter who saw him, they would slap a huge label on him: Son of the Immortal Emperor!
Then, he became one of the most exalted people in the world.
Without needing to strive at all, he possessed inexhaustible cultivation resources, the respect and desperate attempts at currying favor from mighty experts and immortals everywhere, the world's greatest backer, and the world's most terrifying power...
Yes, he possessed everything that everyone in the world dreamed of.
He had possessed it all from the moment he was born.
Who could understand this kind of anguish?
What was the point of living?
When he already had everything he wanted, what else could he possibly pursue?
Surpass his father?
Ah... he might as well die.
An Bulang was utterly depressed, and all sorts of negative emotions had been piling up day after day.
He was not someone greedy for pleasure.
He also wanted to accomplish something, to earn others' recognition through his own efforts.
But every time he worked hard to overcome difficulties and complete something, though he received applause and congratulations, flowers and praise, he could still clearly sense the others' matter-of-fact indifference. The Son of the Immortal Emperor accomplishing something like this was perfectly normal. What was he so proud of?
Yes, even the basic emotion of "pride" had been stripped from him.
There was no sense of accomplishment at all in his life.
An Bulang felt utterly stifled.
Some emotion lay buried in his heart, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.
Before long.
The fuse that would ignite that volcano was finally lit.
That day.
An exquisitely beautiful young woman walked up to him, produced a marriage contract, and spoke in a voice as pleasant as an immortal oriole's. Yet her words were mercilessly cold. "An Bulang, I want to break off our engagement!"
An Bulang was struck dumb as though by lightning, then flew into a rage. "Han Yueling! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—do not bully a young man..."
"Wuwuwu... Everyone says I'm not worthy of you..." Tears suddenly streamed down the young woman's face. "Yes, I'm merely the daughter of a sect master from one of the Ten Great Holy Domains, a lowly girl with only a Saint-grade Cold Spiritual Root. I'm trash who isn't even first on the Goddess Ranking. I can't hope to reach your heights, but can't I even regret this marriage?!"
With that, the young woman tore apart the marriage contract, weeping like a stormy downpour as she covered her face and flew away.
An Bulang stared at her graceful figure vanishing into the distance, standing there with a completely bewildered expression.
Snow drifted softly, and the north wind howled.
The wind was a little cold, and his heart hurt a little...
Damn this Celestial Second Generation status of mine!!!
"Young Master An, Young Master An..."
"Please calm down!"
A young immortal wore a terrified expression as he kept following behind An Bulang, so anxious that tears were nearly spilling from his eyes.
"I am already very calm, so stop trying to stop me. Xiao Huazi, I am saying goodbye to you only because we're close, but don't make this difficult for me." An Bulang passed through countless breathtaking immortal palaces and arrived beside an ancient divine tree. Beyond it floated a sea of clouds and a dazzling river of stars.
Xiao Huazi choked back tears. "You're the one making things difficult for this lowly servant now."
An Bulang did not answer. His expression was resolute. "Hmph, only by running away from home and going somewhere my father isn't can I find my true self!"
"What I seek is a real life—a truly vibrant and splendid life filled with sweetness and bitterness, love and hate, gratitude and grudges—not the life of a Celestial Second Generation standing above the clouds!!"
"Young Master An..." Xiao Huazi's eyes reddened.
"Since I've already decided to cast aside everything from the past..." An Bulang muttered. His handsome face, enough to make anyone who saw it burn with envy, immediately became ordinary. "Remove Heavenly God's Visage, remove the Heaven-Connecting Realm, remove the Azure Dragon Armor..."
This Celestial Second Generation discarded every buff and treasure on his body.
In the end, he had only a set of ordinary clothes and a jade hairpin.
An Bulang gazed blankly at the exquisite jade hairpin engraved with a vermilion bird and a true dragon. He murmured, "Mother left this jade hairpin for me as a life-saving treasure. There is nowhere in the Myriad Worlds that this jade hairpin cannot reach... Sorry, but now I'm using it to run away from home, to go somewhere neither Father nor Mother will find me..."
Without this jade hairpin, An Bulang could not even leave the Great Luo Heaven Barrier of the Immortal Realm.
"Xiao Huazi, sorry for the trouble, but please take the remaining things to my father." An Bulang handed a spatial ring to the young immortal beside him and smiled. "And while you're at it, deliver a message to my father..."
"What message?" Xiao Huazi swallowed nervously.
"Tell him..." A fiery gleam flashed through An Bulang's eyes. Activating the jade hairpin, his body turned into a streak of silver-white light and shot into the sky!
"Tell him that I, An Bulang, am going out to see the world. Once I've had my fill of fun, I'll naturally come back, hahahaha... ah...!"
His bold voice still echoed between heaven and earth.
But An Bulang himself had already vanished, leaving only Xiao Huazi standing dumbly beside the divine tree.
"Wuwuwu..."
"Young Master An, if I relay those exact words to Master, I'm afraid I'll die!"
Tears streamed down Xiao Huazi's face as he teetered on the verge of collapse!
Immortal Emperor Palace, Shaking Light Pavilion.
A man dressed in white, ethereal and detached from the mortal world, was leisurely sipping immortal tea.
Before him, outside the pavilion, lay a pool of lake water as clear as a mirror.
Beneath the lake was a sea of stars, above the myriad clouds. With a casual reach, one could pluck the stars.
"Husband, Lang'er really did run away from home."
A woman in green spoke softly, her voice as pleasant as a divine sparrow's song, seemingly worried at heart.
The man smiled faintly and comforted her. "He's sixteen now, isn't he? His rebellious phase has arrived. Letting him go out and gain some experience is fine. Besides, Lang'er has a tribulation in his fate. We can't stop it."
"A tribulation?" The woman in green hesitated for a moment. "More than one, surely?"
The man nodded. "Of course. Within this great tribulation, there are another 999+ minor tribulations."
The woman in green: "..."
Did he even know how to comfort someone? That only made her more worried!
The Primordial Continent within the Primordial Universe was boundlessly vast.
So vast that even the Immortal Emperor could not rule over or know everything within it.
At the same time, it was mysterious.
So mysterious that even the Immortal Emperor did not know what else it concealed.
Using the power of the life-saving jade hairpin, An Bulang escaped the Immortal Realm, escaped the Ten Great Holy Domains, crossed countless hundreds of millions of miles, and while traversing space, directly adjusted his destination to a certain nation at the very edge of the Primordial Continent.
It's you, Azure Kingdom of the Primordial Continent!
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