Afterward, the entire Mystic Realm fell into a strange atmosphere.
A bizarre force began to infect everyone.
It was as if an invisible blaze were burning within them.
"Divine Master Xu, can you use the grand formation to block this feeling? It feels strange," a Human Race Senior said awkwardly.
"I'll try." Xu Fan suppressed the blaze in his heart and attempted to block that force.
"This intent cannot be blocked. Let nature take its course," Xu Fan said helplessly in the end.
"Half of you go deal with it. The other half stay and guard the flying ship."
Amid that strange atmosphere, the flying ship sailed for a full thousand years.
Over those thousand years, Xu Fan did not know about anything else, but he could feel that the Hidden Spirit Sect's population had greatly increased.
"Husband, everyone else has them. Why can't we?" Zhang Weiyun's eyes held a trace of sorrow.
"Perhaps the opportunity has not arrived yet. Weiyun, wait a little longer," Xu Fan said.
It was not that he had not worked hard all these years. Rather, the gap between Zhang Weiyun and him was somewhat too great, compounded by the interference of certain chaotic powers of Fate, which had kept them from having any Descendants.
"Husband, I saw our child in my dreams. They have talent like yours, but are even more divinely gifted than you." Zhang Weiyun seemed to see light itself.
"We are destined to have a child, but even I cannot grasp the timing of their arrival," Xu Fan said.
He had also calculated matters concerning his child, and had even seen scenes of the future through dreams.
Yet the scenes he saw were hazy and indistinct, as though separated by a layer of frosted glass.
"How much longer do we have