"Mother..."
Looking at that figure from behind, Red Boy's heart softened.
He remembered that it was this very figure who had raised him through piss and shit, taught him to cultivate spells, to read and write...
Yet precisely because of that, he hated that nominal father all the more—
That heartless bastard who pulled up his pants after having his fun and cared only about himself, who was irresponsible, who abandoned mother and son and left for all these years without ever coming back to look at them even once.
Ever since he could remember, this home had been cold and deserted, always just mother and son depending on each other for survival.
It was just that although that bastard had never appeared, there always seemed to be an invisible place for him in the household.
Without him, this family was no longer complete, as though something would be missing forever, and every time Red Boy asked about it, his mother always defended that bastard like this.
It simply made him unable to endure that nominal father any longer.
At this moment, after the confusion in the womb, he had long since forgotten his previous life—
He had forgotten that he was Tathagata's Fire Spirit Pearl, that he had nearly been refined by his own mother, and that he had almost become a girl.
All things under heaven and earth were divided into yin and yang; men belonged to yang, women to yin.
If Princess Iron Fan had tormented him for a little longer back then, perhaps the him of today would have become "her."
In short, through his struggle, he had ultimately gotten his wish and had not become "her."
"Your child takes his leave."
Red Boy drew a deep breath, then turned to leave.
"Holy Infant, Holy Infant,