The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 244: Chapter 234: The Tale Of The White Crane And The Black Crow

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Chapter 234: The Tale Of The White Crane And The Black Crow Listen While Reading: Scattered and Fallen ----- I think I had a dream. It was a dream where the nine heavens split open and where a beautiful white crane and a tenebrous black crow battled against one another. Their blows split the heavens apart, the techniques destroyed the continents, and everything was turned into utter and endless chaos. Countless lives were lost, the sects were destroyed through their fight, and the world trembled before their endless conflict. Both thought of their own ideals; one battled to protect the innocent and create order; the other fought to do as they pleased and to let chaos flow through everything, as he believed it was the natural order of nature. Both had their own ideals, and both had their own reasons. But they didn’t realize that if there wasn’t a world left behind after one of the others won, there wouldn’t be a point to their fight. So the heavens trembled, and the heavens brought a reason for them to stop fighting. The nine colorful heavens stopped them, shackling both of the powerful birds. It told them to stop fighting and to look at the world for what it was. It was fine to do as they pleased, but it wasn’t fine if their ideals would bring the destruction of the world they had created. The birds had conflicting responses. The crane cried tears of sorrow; she revealed she wanted to just protect the people because she was unable to protect those she loved when she was a child. The crow roared and screamed in anger, saying that he wanted to be unshackled and forever himself. He said he didn’t want anybody to ever suppress him; he wanted to be truly free because he was enslaved and abused his entire childhood. After the nine heavens made the crane and the crow open up and speak their hearts, the two looked at one another in the eyes. So different, yet so similar at the same time. Their past traumas, their pain... They found mutual empathy in one another. “You’re not so different to me, despite the villain you are.” Said the crane. “Your past, what you went through... I fight so people never go through what you did.” “I didn’t know... You suffered so much. I thought you were just a spoiled woman born into royalty.” Said the crow. “...I also lost my family.” Their past traumas somehow connected them. These emotions they felt for one another, which were mostly pity, slowly transformed as they spent days, weeks, months, and years shackled by the nine heavens, forced to travel the world together as part of the nine heavens mission. “Travel the world for 100 years; don’t kill anybody. That is all.” This was the only mission it gave them—nothing else, nothing more. The shackles didn’t keep them together, but they decided to walk together because they were connected by more than the shackles connected to the nine heavens. Their life struggles, the things they went through, and their reasons to fight and grow stronger. Despite the white crane and the black crow being so opposite to one another when together and when opening up... They reached an incredible harmony. The loneliness they felt slowly was filled as they finally found someone who could understand and comprehend them. And even make them laugh. This… slowly became something else. And the nine heavens gave these two lonely people, who were so powerful they could destroy everything, a reason to finally stop fighting. After a hundred years of being shackled with a mission, they were freed. Yet they didn’t separate, nor did they decide to continue fighting. No, at this point, they would never consider such a thing. After all, there was a third person with them now. A gift. A treasure. “Baaah! Buaaah!” The cry of a child. With black and white feathers, sharing the features of a crane and a crow. The white crane smiled, holding her child after it hatched from her egg. And the black crow smiled silently, looking at the child he had created. There was harmony. There was beauty. The op