Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1235 - Chapter 1235: Chapter 1239: White Sun

Chapter 1235: Chapter 1239: White Sun

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The cattle herder’s song echoes amidst the tranquility of the snowy mountains, as Zhu Minglang chews on a long blade of grass. The simplicity and peace here evoke a sense of being worlds apart, as if he too had been born in such a place, his very bones carrying the bloodline of carefree herdsmen.

However, Zhu Minglang knows this is not entirely the Shepherd Mountain he once knew.

Firstly, Jun Tian–this is an exceptionally vast Sky Field.

Above there are Nine Heavens, below there are nine divine provinces.

These Nine Heavens refer to Jun Tian, You Tian, Xuan Tian…

And the nine divine provinces refer to the Divine Land.

One Sky Field contains nine Divine Lands.

This means the vast world they are in now comprises a total of forty-nine Divine Lands similar to North Dipper!

A Sky Field is divided into three mansions, known as residences.

The place where Zhu Minglang currently finds himself is–Jun Tian field, Horn residence, Li Prefecture, Old Sun Territory, Xue Luo Mountain Range, Xu Shen Clan.

Upon hearing the complete description of this place for the first time, Zhu Minglang’s eyes widened with astonishment, and his jaw remained agape for a long while.

It felt like crossing into another world once again.

Nevertheless, it was somewhat anticipated. When a second sun appeared in North Dipper Divine Land after the Eternal Darkness calamity, Zhu Minglang realized that the convergence of North Dipper was not the final form of the world; it’s possible that North Dipper was still moving towards a vaster cosmos.

But to actually arrive and then learn that the structure of North Dipper Divine Land was merely one forty-ninth of the Nine Heavens’ Fields, Zhu Minglang was still a little shocked in his heart.

It would have been better to let oneself adapt step by step.

Previously, it was from Wutu to Li Chuan, then from Li Chuan to Supreme Court, Supreme Court to Tianshu to North Dipper…

There was a gradual process.

Now, suddenly being brought to such a vast Nine Heavens’ Field, Zhu Minglang indeed found it somewhat hard to adapt.

Speaking of which, why can’t he remember the events that occurred within Dragon Gate?

He had undergone an extremely lengthy “cultivation” within Dragon Gate, which felt like a different life, even making Zhu Minglang feel it was a journey of his past life.

Yet now, he cannot remember it.

Only when he sleeps deeply, occasionally some images of Dragon Gate experiences would flash in his dreams… Though he cannot remember the specifics, the feeling lingers after waking up–damn Dragon Gate, not a single worthy opponent!

“To which layer of the heavens did I actually reach within Dragon Gate??”

“How come I have classic amnesia?”

Zhu Minglang pondered and pondered, but still couldn’t recall the specific experiences he had in Dragon Gate.

However, there are a few things that are certain.

He must have climbed within Dragon Gate more than once during the Reincarnation Transformation.

He has fallen many times.

I must have indeed flipped the Dragons Gate Gods, mainly because recently, every time I wake up from a dream, that feeling of being invincible in the world intensifies, so much so that when I learned the general gist of this world, there wasn’t much of a ripple in Zhu Minglang’s heart.

Sky Field huh.

Quite possibly half the Zhitian Gods of Sky Field have been thrashed by me.

It’s not that I’m actually invincible.

The main thing is there’s no psychological burden.

After all, no matter how badly defeated or how high I climb, I will eventually undergo Reincarnation Transformation into the simplest of shepherd boys, a giant wandering the world, a real-life cowherd kid!

“Tell me more about your Xu Shen Clan,” Zhu Minglang said to the sheepherding girl beside him, who was utterly fascinated with him.

The girl’s name was Fang Xue, and her brother was Fang Shan.

“Our Fang Clan has quite a history, you must have never heard that story…” The girl Fang Xue blinked, very willing to share with Zhu Minglang the stories she had heard.

“Let’s hear it,” Zhu Minglang nodded and earnestly invited her to continue.

“The god we worship is called Mang Emperor, the supreme god who governs the heavenly light. He oversees the most powerful and glorious sun. In short, he’s an extremely, extremely remarkable deity, akin to the Sky Emperor,” the girl said, while imitating the ancient dances of the tribe and the motion of stroking a beard.

“Right, right, every simple and kind tribe has a boss god who once ruled over the Heavenly Court, I get it,” Zhu Minglang said.

“It’s true though, you have to hear the rest of the story,” Fang Xue insisted.

“Do you have grapes or sunflower seeds? I like having those when listening to stories,” Zhu Minglang remarked.

“There are some dried lotus seeds, here you go… Mang Emperor always diligently maintained the orderly changes of the sun, moon, and stars, like when the sun rises and sets. For millions of years, there had never been any mistakes. However, one day, Mang Emperor was severely wounded in a battle with an ancient Ancestor God and fell into the Heavenly Cave. Suddenly, the order of stars, moon, and sun was thrown into chaos. Among them, a young White Sun, in an attempt to find Mang Emperor, left its scheduled rotation. The heat emitted by White Sun was unbearable for mankind, and because it was too young to control its inner Dragon Breath, periodically the people on earth would suffer severe distress from the Sun Crown,” the girl Fang Xue continued.

Zhu Minglang stopped munching on the dried fruit, his eyes gradually changing… How come these dried fruits are so sour, could they have gone bad?

“Not bad, not bad, it’s a great start to the story,” Zhu Minglang reviewed.

“It’s real,” she replied.

“What happened next?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“After Mang Emperor fell into the Heavenly Cave, he forgot who he was. Seeing his people tortured by the cruel sun, he walked as a mortal from the east to the west, and from the south to the north of the world, enduring countless tribulations until he finally caught up with that sun. But upon seeing the sun, he remembered that he himself was the Mang Emperor, and the young sun was like his child, only lost in search of him,” continued Fang Xue.

“What happened after that??” Zhu Minglang inquired further.

“Mang Emperor hoped his people would forgive White Sun for the mistakes it made in youthful ignorance, but the ancient tribe had suffered too much torment for too many years. Because of White Sun, too many had died, and everyone wanted Mang Emperor to kill White Sun in memory of the deceased,” said the girl Fang Xue.

With no other choice, Mang Emperor opted to be punished alongside White Sun, in exchange for the young White Sun’s life.

“What was the punishment?” Zhu Minglang asked, puzzled.

Fang Xue started to stammer, and finally, with a blushing face, she said, “After that, I fell asleep while listening.”

“Later, White Sun was demoted to labor as cattle and sheep, diligently and without resistance for a lifetime. Mang Emperor was demoted to a shepherd, tasked with watching over the cattle and sheep every day…” At this point, an old lady walked over and completed the end of the story.

“Yes, yes, just like us. We in the Fang Clan have always said that shepherding and managing the sun are both great responsibilities!” The girl Fang Xue smiled brightly.

“Yes, yes, this is the best story I’ve ever heard,” Zhu Minglang nodded.

“There’s actually another version,” the old lady said to Zhu Minglang with a smile.