This husband and wife would never have such an awkward moment!
Those two Huan Tian God Clan Star Lords were rather strange. Like Dream Infants, they clearly had children, yet looked like big-headed babies, their faces as young as three-year-old children's—chubby and huge, almost cute instead.
But they were two-hundred-meter giant infants!
Combined with their height and that ghostly cold white starlight, these two Huan Tian Star Lords looked utterly bizarre, like white evil spirits.
The man was named "Tong," and the woman "Zhi." Together, they were called "Tongzhi," a special naming convention of the Huan Tian God Clan.
Mo Nu was their daughter.
"Father, Mother..."
Everything that needed to be said had already been conveyed through the communication stone. Mo Nu stretched out her hand and handed them the Fusheng Sky Eye.
This thing had been borrowed by Tongzhi from the Saint Lord on Dayan Forty-Nine Star. The Saint Lord was the powerhouse of the Myriad-Universe-level stellar source world they served.
"The damage isn't severe. It can still be repaired." Tong took the Fusheng Sky Eye, his gaze turning slightly cold.
"But our son is gone forever..." Zhi gently held Mo Nu. When she spoke, she seemed to be smiling, the corners of her mouth curved like crescent moons, yet a chill surged deep within her vacant eyes.
"To turn such a minor matter into this mess—the trash from Xingyue Divine Que has truly disgraced the Three Stars of Central Heaven." Mo Tu's voice was hoarse. Looking at Tongzhi, he asked, "What now? That slave clan brat has reached the second-order Eonic God realm. Even if we besiege him, we can't guarantee killing him. Xingyue Divine Que has been robbed clean, too. The best choice is to ask the Saint Lord to act personally—subdue him in one move and