Meanwhile,
At this moment, in the vast, boundless, bottomless void beyond the Starry Immortal Realm, all that surrounded them was endless pitch-black darkness.
Yet within this seemingly lifeless darkness lurked countless living beings.
Like duckweed torn from its roots, these beings could only drift aimlessly through the void.
They came in every conceivable form. Some looked entirely human, with distinct features and vigorous physiques. Others were demonkind possessing formidable bloodline power—some enormous and terrifyingly mighty, others small and exquisite, nimble and adorable. There were also mysterious beings existing in soul form, illusory and ethereal, impossible to grasp...
Clearly, the so-called "Remnant Demons" were not confined to a single race. Rather, they referred to all beings rejected and unwelcome within the Starry Immortal Realm.
Among them stood an old man hunched over like a shrimp. The skin across his body had withered away, wrinkled like ancient tree bark, devoid of all luster and elasticity.
One of his branch-like, shriveled hands gripped a green walking stick. From its tip hung a fiery-red lantern, swaying gently with the movement of his body.
Even more astonishing was the immensely powerful aura emanating from the old man. It had surpassed the Golden Immortal Realm and had reached the Immortal King Realm!
When his eyes, weathered by the vicissitudes of countless ages, slowly opened, uncontrollable excitement instantly surfaced within them.
Then, a smile that could not be concealed was squeezed onto his wrinkled, hideous face.
At that moment, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
At the same time, he lifted both hands high, opened his mouth wide, and let out a hoarse yet resounding cry from the depths of his throat. "Hahaha! Father has returned! Father has returned!!!"
The voice seemed to carry endless joy and anticipation as it echoed through the