Ye Xiwen remained before Manyun's grave for a month, recounting every detail of all he had experienced over the years.
A faint sense of loss lingered in his heart. Perhaps he had felt something different toward this extraordinary woman as well.
But after that month, Ye Xiwen left Manyun's grave. The dead were gone; no amount of remembrance could change anything.
After composing himself, Ye Xiwen did not immediately return to the Allied Forces Headquarters. Instead, he first returned to the True Martial Realm.
Although he knew that the entire Allied Forces Headquarters was likely in complete turmoil by now, he did not care. This was the confidence strength brought him. The Ye Xiwen of the past naturally would not have possessed such power, but now, no one could touch him over such matters.
Why had the Demon Eagle King been so arrogant, daring to ambush and kill Ye Xiwen within God Prison? Was it not because he was a Peak God King? Though he would pay a certain price in the end, the Allied Forces Headquarters would not truly impose a death sentence upon him.
After all, at that time, Ye Xiwen had theoretically already died.
But now, the situation had completely reversed, and Ye Xiwen naturally had nothing left to worry about.
Back then, he had wanted to transform his parents into holy spirits, but he had no other means because he was not strong enough. He had even considered waiting until he became a sage, then enlightening them one by one.
Holy spirits differed from ordinary heroic spirits. They were eternal and indestructible, like gods themselves, which was why they bore the name holy spirits. Moreover, holy spirits were no different from ordinary living beings and would not be confined within Ye Xiwen's divine kingdom.
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