Lu Xing's heart was filled with far too many questions.
What exactly was his child?
He had committed such a heaven-defying act, bringing him back from the realm of the dead to the human world.
He could freely mobilize Divine Idols and evil idols, having them channel energy into him as though it were only natural, as if his son were the commander of all Gods and Devils.
And the moment Lu Ran spoke, he mentioned divine souls. If Lu Xing understood correctly, did that mean the souls of dead gods?
Where had the Gods and Devils Sculpture Garden come from, and what kind of being was Immortal Sheep?
What had Lu Ran experienced over the past ten years?
Father and son talked through the entire night.
From when Lu Ran went to the capital at thirteen, to when he returned to Rain Alley at sixteen.
At nineteen, he entered Holy Spirit Mountain; at twenty-one, he ascended to the heavenly realm; at twenty-three, he united the Gods and Devils Camp.
He took charge of the whole of Great Xia.
He commanded the Gods and Devils filling the skies.
Lu Xing felt as though he were listening to some fantastical tale, yet also as though he had dreamed an impossible dream.
Heroes had emerged in their youth since ancient times.
But for Lu Ran to stand at such heights at his age was simply too astonishing.
The sky gradually brightened.
Morning glow dyed the horizon red, its radiance falling upon the youth like a cloak of legend.
He truly was a legend.
The youth was one who had created the world, accomplishing feats that shook the past and dazzled the present.
Lu Xing clearly realized that his child had established an immortal achievement, one that had gone beyond anything a father