Xyrin Empire-Chapter 730: Bingdisi’s Home, The Eccentric Parents

Chapter 730: Chapter 730: Bingdisi’s Home, The Eccentric Parents

Under Bingdisi’s lead, we left the high-altitude floating platform and flew downward. During the journey, an exuberantly enthusiastic Dragon God Girl, rejuvenated through meticulous care, eagerly offered to carry us to our destination, but I didn’t dare accept.

The Divine Realm was somewhat different from what I’d imagined. Of course, I anticipated its magnificent scenery, but I hadn’t expected all the continents here to be in such a fragmented state, and what’s more, they weren’t fixed: Within sight, some floating islands or continents would suddenly swap places, some would vanish in an instant, while others would slowly emerge from thin air. Everything here was changing, without any discernable pattern. I also tried counting how many floating lands there were in the distance, but I gave up shortly after starting, just as one cannot count the myriad twinkling stars in the sky. These constantly shifting lands were disorienting, and in such an ever-changing and formless world, I simply couldn’t imagine how a delivery company could possibly survive here.

"Layered states, this is the most direct manifestation of the Divine Realm’s layered states," explained Bingdisi, spreading a pair of magnificent giant black wings behind him, flying beside me with the flair of a dark angel, "What you see is always just a small part of the Divine Realm. It’s like observing a flock of birds flying in a room full of mirrors and peepholes—elusive. Even the continents you see may be the result of two or three overlapping. To outsiders, this world is beyond comprehension, even uninhabitable, but once you familiarize yourself with some patterns, you’ll find it’s quite an interesting place. The movements and disappearances of those continents are harmless; they are just drifting in different ’Concept Layers.’ From each continent, you can see a different view of the Divine Realm, but regardless of where you are, the central Main Continent is always visible from any concept layer, so those living on the detached floating islands need not worry about getting lost."

"Are there people... gods living on those continents?"

Qianqian looked in surprise at the distant, shifting islands, wondering, do all gods enjoy such wild survival on lands covered with lava and snow, environments that seemed so hostile?

"Of course there are people living there," Monina joined in from the other side, her own splendid giant wings unfurled. Always appearing as the girl-next-door or a domestic cook, she now transformed into the striking image of a dark goddess, "Lin’s homeland is that Frozen Continent over there. Nearly all of the Dragon Gods reside on the Frozen Continent, which rarely changes position and is close to the Main Continent. Plus, with the breathtaking scenery of Ice Sealed Valley and Crystal Plateau, it has always been a popular tourist destination..."

"Didn’t they say the Frozen Continent symbolizes a stagnant and sluggish civilization?" Qianqian scratched her hair, "Living there won’t affect the intellect?"

I cast a glance at the far-off Golden Giant Dragon, thinking there might indeed be some effect.

"Of course not," laughed Monina cheerfully, "Those symbolisms are simply connections between the Divine Realm and all realms. You could say the Divine Realm uses its environment to influence the general direction of all worlds, but we of the Divine Race are not affected by such mundane forces. The Dragon Gods favor the Frozen Continent because the cold there is beneficial for the maintenance of their scales, and their noses enjoy the cold air..."

I think I understand now why Lin would break six refrigerators in a row when she visited our home. Was she sticking her head into the freezer to reminisce about her homeland’s air?

"Up ahead is the ’Garden,’" Yelsen suddenly pointed and shouted, "The Divine Realm’s Capital!"

Following the direction of Yelsen’s finger, I saw a splendid and majestic cluster of buildings appear in the distance, the scale of which suggested a gargantuan city. The cluster was in a circular shape, quartered into four equal parts by two intersecting broad avenues. Each quarter was neatly lined with exquisite gardens, pillars, arches, towers, and grand temples, resembling a cathedral city. Many buildings, including the pillars and gardens, floated in midair, exuding a sense of mystery while also conveying the Divine Race’s whimsically free customs. Moreover, the Garden’s four quadrants each showcased a different architectural style: one bathed in Holy Light, grand and dignified; another shrouded in Shadow, somber and gothic; one built with massive stones, solid and sturdy; and the last one lush and verdant, with vines and plants winding up the structures, bursting with life.

"These temples represent the four main God Tribes of the Divine Realm: Light, Dark, Life, Order," Bingdisi began to explain. "They are the territories of these four tribes in the Garden. The Order refers to the Dragon Gods, who, with their pure strength and keen judgment, serve as order-definers in many worlds—cough cough, don’t take it too seriously, though. At least that’s what the mortals think. You know, the Life Guardian Dingdang is somewhat of a fool, right?"

I quickly covered my pocket, thinking it was fortunate that Dingdang was still asleep; otherwise, the little thing would have come out to declare itself the most formidable yet again.

"Alright, that’s enough sightseeing; we’ve arrived."

Just as Qianqian and I were still enraptured by the mystic scenery of the grand temple city, the "Garden," Bingdisi’s voice interrupted us. It was then that I realized we’d already reached the underside of a massive temple, but—

"When did this thing appear here?"

I looked in astonishment at the magnificent structure floating above us, built like it was entirely made of obsidian. There had been nothing before us just moments ago, so why did this thing suddenly appear?

"It’s always been here; every temple in the Divine Realm exists everywhere. When you want to visit and the temple’s owner agrees, it will appear before you. We could have come straight to my house from the platform, but I just wanted you to see what the garden looks like. Like the Main Continent, the garden is the only thing in the Divine Realm that is fixed and can be seen at any time."

"Wow, this is truly godly." I wholeheartedly marveled. The Divine Race really is a group of envy-inducing, jealousy-inspiring bunch, huh? Did you even have to use such high-end technology to build a house?

"Ha, don’t be envious. These are just some useless little tricks. The initial purpose was to solve the traffic congestion and poor lighting problems near the garden," Bingdisi said as he led Sandora and started flying forward. "You have no idea how terrible it would be if all the temples in the Divine Realm entered the same Concept Layer: people would starve just from traffic jams!"

Everyone: "..."

Under Bingdis’s lead, we arrived on the Obsidian Square in front of the main entrance to the floating Obsidian Palace. I must say again, for a residential house, its scale was simply too massive! The building, entirely black, roughly took the shape of a square, with sides at least five kilometers long. Its outer wall, like a castle’s thick stone fortifications, was finely carved with rugged religious reliefs and lines of mystic script. Every ten meters or so on the wall, there was a slender, pointed window that emitted a slightly eerie, pale red glow from within. And within this layer of walls, the huge Gothic cathedral’s main body soared into the clouds. Four sharp bell tower structures symmetrically positioned at each corner of the palace, dark red glows and floating shadows twirled around them, reminding me of... oh, the Spirit Tower.

Well, it figures for the home of the Dark Divine Race, the facade is quite gloomy.

"Tch, Dad’s really stingy; he didn’t even light the bell towers." Bingdisi grumbled dissatisfiedly as he retracted his wings and strode forward. We quickly followed behind, and Qianqian pinched my hand from behind: "Ah Jun, with such a big house, how many rooms and halls does it have?"

I calculated seriously: "It could probably fit the whole East District inside."

"Open up, open up! I’m back!"

Bingdisi had already run up to the huge pointed, latticed main door of the palace and began to mess with the door of her own home. From the way she banged on it, I really doubted whether it was actually her own place.

Qianqian and I stood behind Bingdisi, marveling at the huge door before us because the openwork patterns on it were slowly moving, first arranging into an ’S’, then a ’B’... and finally forming an old and weathered face.

"Oh my, stop hitting, stop hitting me, Old Door can’t withstand your punches and kicks..."

An event occurred that nearly scared the Mercury Lamp off my shoulder: Bingdisi’s home’s main door, the patterns of which had gradually come together to form an image of an old man’s head, actually started talking, the hair and beard looking lifelike, the voice booming.

"Open up, I’ve brought guests—My temple has merged in, right? I can’t get used to sleeping anywhere but my own bed."

Bingdisi had arrived at a place where she couldn’t call herself ’old mother’, but her aura hadn’t diminished in the slightest, just changing from a domineering female hooligan to a wild and unrestrained Miss. However, the door’s response was more interesting: "Oh my, but if Old Door remembers correctly, from childhood you’ve spent half the time running around outside..."

"As long as you’re willing to fight, everywhere is home," Bingdisi extended her hand, pulling out a city-breaking hammer from Other Space and leaned it on the ground. "Also, you have ten seconds to pray. One, two, three, nine..."

With a "clang," the mouthy door decisively opened.

We watched in amazement from behind. The things in the Divine Realm really are bizarre. And as Bingdisi led us inside, that Old Door was still rambling on, "Ah, Old Door is getting really old. Miss Luo Wen Sha’er... You haven’t changed a bit."

"Eh?" I was immediately surprised and tugged at Bingdisi’s sleeve, "You have this name too?"

"Don’t listen to this guy’s nonsense. This broken door has never been able to recognize the members of the household since we bought it."

Old Door suddenly started clamoring loudly, "Hey, Lady Salina, you’re really mean..."

"Buying this thing was a huge mistake." Bingdisi muttered under her breath as she led us into the deep and serene entrance hall of the temple. Big Sister spoke up gently, "But I think that door is quite interesting."

"Interesting? In the entire Divine Realm, only our family installed such a thing," the hall was a bit dark, and with a casual snap of her fingers, Bingdisi said, "Let there be light."

The pitch-black entrance hall immediately lit up with a perfectly adjusted glow. I was utterly fascinated by this Female Hooligan’s trick: the legendary God’s three-word truth, "Let there be light."

Could you Divine Race get any more wasteful?

"That door just now was designed by a bunch of pain-in-the-neck guys. It possesses an everlasting soul and a chatterbox of a mouth. Besides being particularly sturdy, its sole function is to scare away thieves with loud shouts and eye beams when someone tries to pry it open while alerting the master—yes, it’s an anti-theft door. It’s one of the most ridiculous items among our family’s ridiculous collection. My dad got fooled into buying it with just three sentences from a sales pitch."

"Anti-theft door?" Lin Xue asked in surprise, "Are there thieves in the Divine Realm?"

Bingdisi let out a long sigh, "Of course not. That’s why those pain-in-the-neck guys went bankrupt after selling this one and only door. I heard they later went into the business of making anti-theft windows. As for that door, it became a complete ornament. I used to argue with it all the time. It would snitch on me every time I sneaked out to play. Thankfully, it couldn’t remember the names of anyone in the house, so when it snitched, my dumb old dad never knew who it was talking about." freewebnσvel.cѳm

A quirky door and a quirky dad, they both made us deeply nostalgic for those talented but slightly off-kilter creators of the anti-theft door.

How should I put it, it really is the temple of a Dark God. Even with the lights on, the entrance hall of Bingdisi’s home still had a profound and somber air. Rather than calling it an entrance hall, it’s more like the assembly hall of a Grand Cathedral. The elongated hall was empty and void, walls scribed with mysterious carvings of unclear meaning. On both sides, there were rows of Dark Angel statues, and beneath our feet lay a long, thick crimson carpet, which extended all the way to the end of two semicircular steps up ahead. There, a cluster of Shadow Intense Flames was floating in mid-air, fiercely burning and casting a deep purple glow.

Although the atmosphere seemed like something out of a Demon Cave, it didn’t feel sinister. Maybe it’s because I’ve been in contact with so-called members of the Dark Divine Race like Bingdisi and Monina for too long, I’ve become insensitive to such superficial darkness.

Several Divine Servants clad in shadowy cloaks hurried into the front hall a few seconds after Bingdisi’s command for light. Leading them was a tall woman with refreshing silver short hair. She immediately ran up to a certain Female Hooligan and apologized, "I’m very sorry, Lord Bingdisi, we are late."

"Mo, what’s going on? There’s no one in the front hall?"

"Lord Kuwayin said you’ve been running around again, and even tricked the Council into giving you a long vacation—told us not to come out to meet you, to leave you hanging in the entrance hall first."

The Divine Servant named Mo didn’t hesitate to throw her own master under the bus. Was the Kuwayin she mentioned Bingdisi’s father?

"Huh? Keeping me waiting?" Xyrin doesn’t know I’ve brought guests? Guests that the Father God personally invited, and he dares to keep them waiting?"

Mo had a slightly aggrieved expression. "Yes, the lord just suddenly remembered this and had us come out in a hurry."

"Erm, Chen, don’t take it personally..." Bingdisi scratched her cheek and turned to say to me with embarrassment, "There’s something a bit off with my dad’s... head."

"Who are you calling crazy, you brat!"

As soon as Bingdisi’s words fell, a thunderous roar echoed, the wind and clouds howled through my ears, shadows flickered, and energy sparks crackled in the hall. From the second floor of the hall, a deep and suppressive voice came, rolling like muffled thunder. A tall figure followed the shout, tumbling down from the staircase then swiftly picking himself up, his fingers poised like a sword, he lifted the edge of his robe and pointed upstairs. "Can’t you let me look impressive for once when there’s a guest at home, wife?"

A few seconds later from upstairs came a distant feminine voice, "You didn’t say so earlier, I thought you were indulging that crazy girl again."

The words had barely left her lips when a woman in a gorgeous deep purple dress with hair reaching her waist and a natural face descended regally from the second floor. She stood next to the tall man brushing shoe prints off himself and bent forward in a bow to us. "Welcome, guests from Xyrin. It’s been a long time since we’ve heard from you in the Divine Realm. I am Bingdisi’s mother, Aisali Crimson. You may call me Aisali, and this beside me is Bingdisi’s father, Kuwayin Poison Wing. We sincerely apologize for the earlier inconvenience."

Urbane, dignified, and gracious, I could hardly believe it was this very lady who had just kicked her husband down the stairs.

Now we finally had the chance to get a good look at Mr. and Mrs. Bingdisi, and to my surprise, they looked nothing like your average uncle and auntie. Bingdisi’s father, Kuwayin Poison Wing, was a tall man with short silver hair, a slightly gaunt face, and a small tuft of silvery-white beard on his chin. His complexion carried the unique pallor of the Dark Divine Race, draped in a black cloak with red lining, He seemed to be in his thirties by human standards, his demeanor akin to a deep and solemn noble of the Middle Ages. Bingdisi’s mother, Aisali Crimson, appeared more mature and strikingly similar to the ’female hooligan’—almost as if she were her sister. Beyond their looks, their figure similarities were startling. I thought I knew where Bingdisi got her weapons.

"Cough, Chen, don’t mind them, these are my parents," Bingdisi, who seemed a bit wary of her mom, was now persistently edging closer to me. The female hooligan’s only nemesis seemed to be the elegant and stately woman before us, resembling a princess from a castle.

As for whether I minded or not, "It’s fine, ever since I’ve known you, I had some expectations about your family environment."

It was a statement I forced through gritted teeth. What kind of parents, what kind of daughter indeed. The history of why Bingdisi turned out to be such a female hooligan seemed almost inevitable.

Sandora had also met Bingdisi’s parents a few times before, so no introductions were necessary. She also helped us introduce the large group we had brought along, as it far exceeded the number of guests Father God had initially invited. Not explaining our numbers seemed a bit rude, and if I had known we weren’t going straight to see Father God, but first stopping at Bingdisi’s home... I should have...

Brought along all 300 guests! For some reason, I felt absolutely no pressure hanging around at this female hooligan’s house!

"Chen Jun, I’ve heard my daughter mention your name several times," Kuwayin approached with a smile bearing the steady reliability of Old Nobility, and despite his disheveled first impression, he conveyed an air of accumulated centuries of grace, far surpassing that of Bingdisi. "I am truly grateful."

I knew he was referring to saving his hooligan daughter. "It was just a coincidence, and it was what I should have done."

"No, no, no please believe this: everything in the world can be traced, there are no coincidences. I must thank you for saving my daughter in time, otherwise, I would have almost forgotten I even had one..."

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