Aldrian instantly realized that his consciousness had been brought to another place. But he wondered what exactly he was seeing at this mont.
Was this a different realm, like when he t the wills of his followers and that mysterious man? Or was this a vision of the past?
He leaned toward the latter. The people in front of him showed no reaction to his presence, even though he stood not far from them.
His gaze focused on them. All of them were won, surrounding a single woman lying on a bed, struggling to give birth.
The woman on the bed was beautiful, with long brown hair. The aura she exuded far surpassed the Immortal Realm. The other won also carried powerful auras stronger than the immortal realm cultivators.
It did not take him long to understand that the won surrounding the bed were physicians or nurses, assisting the labor of the woman on the bed.
"Push again, Madam. I can already see her head," one of the physicians said.
"Nghh!" The woman on the bed pushed with everything she had.
Aldrian kept watching her struggle until she finally gave birth.
"Uaaa! Uaaa! Uaaa!"
The baby's cries echoed across the room as she finally made her appearance into the world.
The baby had a small amount of golden hair on her head, and she looked normal.
The physicians were clearly happy. One of them quickly wrapped the baby, a girl, in a white cloth, while the others used their techniques to heal the woman on the bed.
They checked the baby's condition before finally cutting the umbilical cord.
"My… daughter… where is… she…" the woman on the bed asked weakly. Despite her exhaustion, her eyes searched desperately for her child.
The one holding the baby quickly walked to her side and showed the baby to her.
"Here she is, Madam. She is very healthy. Congratulations," the physician said.
Her words made the woman smile as she finally saw her daughter. She gently touched the crying baby, her tired face showing a joyful smile. She hugged her baby as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
The baby, as if sensing her touch, slowly cald down and stopped crying.
"Inform Lord Renvil that Madam has successfully given birth," one of the won said to the others. One of the physicians quickly walked out of the room. Not long after, another figure rushed inside.
He was a handso man with black hair, dressed in noble attire. The mont he saw the woman on the bed and the baby, he moved quickly to her side and lowered himself to her level.
His expression showed pure happiness when he saw both the baby and the woman safe. His eyes even reddened, as if he might cry at any mont.
The woman smiled at him.
"Our daughter. We finally have our own child," she said.
The man nodded.
"Yes."
He then carefully picked up the baby. As he held her in his arms, his gaze filled with fatherly love. The woman watched them with warmth in her eyes.
"Dear, you said you already had a na for our daughter. What is her na?" she asked.
The man nodded.
"This is our daughter. She will grow into a beautiful woman. She will be strong, able to stand on her own. A special flower that will continue to show its glory no matter what challenge she faces. She will shine wherever she goes, and even the heavens bless her existence."
As he spoke, his gaze was filled with love for the baby.
"Her na will be Angelica Celestine."
The mont he said that, Aldrian's heart trembled. He already guessed who the baby was, as this was clearly a vision of the past. Having just been cuddling with Angelica and suddenly being brought here, there was no doubt that he was witnessing sothing related to her.
He did not doubt that this might be one of her past lives, judging by how these people were portrayed. Their cultivation, beyond the Immortal Realm, was already a clear indication that they did not belong to the First Heaven.
He did not expect that Angelica in this life would have the sa na as Angelica in her current life.
'This is truly fate,' he thought.
His vision suddenly shifted into another scene. This ti, he saw a young Angelica, around six or seven years old. Even as a child, her beauty was already beginning to show.
She sat with her mother in the middle of a garden under a bright, sunny sky. Angelica looked up happily, her expression full of cheer as she spoke.
"Mother, the sky is so beautiful."
Her mother smiled as she gently stroked her daughter's head.
"It is, my dear," she replied, then lifted her gaze to the sky as well. "And it is all thanks to the Great Emperor's legacy that we can enjoy such a peaceful and beautiful sky."
The little Angelica blinked a few tis, curiosity filling her eyes.
"The Great Emperor? Who is that, Mother?"
Her mother smiled as she turned to her.
"He is our god. The god who created this beautiful world."
Angelica's eyes glimred.
"A god? Have you seen him, Mother? What does he look like?"
"Of course I have. I have seen him with my own eyes." She then looked at the sky. "He is a perfect being, unlike any other. Nothing about him is unpleasant. He is worshiped by all beings. He is soone who stands far above even the heavens."
Angelica's expression turned to amazent.
"Wow, he is so great! Where is he now, Mother? Could I see him in the future?"
Hearing that question, her mother's expression froze. A trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, but Angelica did not notice it. She only saw her mother sigh before answering.
"He is sowhere out there. Maybe he is in a nice place, enjoying his ti. Maybe he lives a normal life. Mother does not know, but he is definitely sowhere."
Then she smiled as she looked at Angelica again.
"Mother does not know if you will be able to see him in the future, but I hope that you can et him." Her gaze carried a quiet hope that her daughter would truly et him one day.
"If you can et him, that will be your greatest blessing."
Angelica's eyes sparkled as she smiled and nodded.
"Mhm."
Aldrian then saw another scene. This ti, Angelica stood in the middle of a large hall, with a formation beneath her. She looked to be in her early teens. Her eyes were closed as she stood still, but a faint frown appeared on her face, as if she were struggling with sothing.
After a few monts, the formation beneath her shone with a dark light.
Many of the people watching from the side shook their heads in disappointnt. Her father and mother also looked on with sadness and pain.
"This is already the third ti in the past three years. It seems the young lady's potential is truly low. She would have difficulty even reaching the Marquess Stage with dark-level talent," one of the spectators said in a low voice.
"How is that possible? How could the descendant of one of the strongest families in the Ninth Heaven turn out like this? How?" another said, his voice filled with disbelief.
"The heavens are truly cruel to her. She was born into a noble family, yet she did not inherit any of her parents' talent, not even enough to be worthy of such a lineage."
Voices of disappointnt spread throughout the hall, each word deepening the pain of Angelica's parents.
Angelica slowly opened her eyes. She looked exhausted. Her eyes trembled as she fell to her knees. The murmurs around her filled her ears, and she knew there had been no change in the result of her talent.
She had repeated the test three tis over the past three years, each ti asuring her potential in cultivation. Every result showed dark-level talent, the lowest rank, one that would struggle even to reach the Marquess Stage.
She had tried everything, from consuming miraculous elixirs to training her body relentlessly. But the strange thing was, her talent never improved, and her cultivation speed never increased.
It was as if her body was unaffected by anything she consud or any effort she made. Her cultivation advanced at a constant, slow pace that filled her with frustration.
Aldrian, who saw this, narrowed his eyes. He heard all the disappointnt, but it made him wonder what was wrong with Angelica's body. He knew sothing had to be wrong if, even after consuming various elixirs and training her body so intensely, her talent and potential still showed no change.
The scene in front of him shifted again. This ti, Angelica appeared more mature, looking to be in her twenties. Although her face was different from Angelica in her current life, she had still grown into a beautiful woman who could attract the attention of any man. However, she hid her face beneath a robe, preventing anyone from seeing it.
At this ti, her cultivation was only at Low Disciple Stage, a truly pathetic level considering where she lived.
She walked along the edge of a forest before stopping at the edge of a cliff that overlooked a wide stretch of greenery.
She lowered her hood and looked at the scenery for a mont before sitting down to ditate. She then took out five transparent crystals and placed them around her before beginning her cultivation.
After an hour, she finally stopped and opened her eyes. A bitter smile appeared on her face before she covered it with both hands.
"It's still not working."
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