Before dawn the next day, Fan Liuming was still asleep.
Fan Lang was already fully prepared, standing in the small courtyard. Zhao XiaoMan, Demoness Mengxue, Meng Feihong, Fan Qifu, and the rest of the family stood nearby. Only Fan Zhaoling had not come.
"Do you really have to go?" Meng Feihong asked, biting her lip.
"This place is hidden deep within Different Dimension Space, wrapped in layer upon layer of barriers, yet the World Creation Demon God's power still reached here and tainted this sanctuary. I'm afraid there is no clean place left in the entire universe," said Fan Lang.
"So what? As far as I can see, the flowers and grass merely turned silver. At worst, we can live in an environment like this. You know how exhausted you've been all these years, and you know how happy you've been these past few days. Why not simply forget everything outside and live here with us? The World Creation Demon God, the Star Cloud Alliance, the universe—don't concern yourself with any of it."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"There is an obsession in my heart. I must fight the World Creation Demon God to the end."
"What obsession? You're clearly just being stubborn. For the so-called title of strongest in the universe, you'd even abandon your wife and child! Back when you were still a mortal, there were countless people stronger than you. Now that you stand at the peak of the Martial Gods, can't you accept that someone is stronger than you? If you can't defeat the World Creation Demon God, then forget it. Other than him, you're already the strongest."
"You're wrong. What I seek isn't an empty title like being number one." Fan Lang shook his head.
Meng Feihong's eyes reddened, and she wanted to continue persuading him,