The reclusive, hidden Kunlun Ruins. Countless ancient divine beasts and ferocious beasts of legend watched the heavens.
At the Ancestor Dragon Vein, a tall, imposing man stood atop a half-cut mountain. He looked calm, but his hands behind his back were clenched tight. His hazy Dragon Soul Nascent Soul was taut with tension. If possible, he would rather bear every risk himself.
Before, he could sense his partner accompanying him across countless stretches of time and space, watching their daughter grow together.
But today, he could no longer sense her gaze...
Because their child had become too powerful, surpassing her parents and climbing higher and farther. It was a parent's pride, yet at such a crucial moment, being unable to offer help left him deeply despondent. He regretted not cultivating harder back then, only to become dead weight now.
Thinking back to how his daughter had risked everything to hold up the setting sun, a cold shiver ran through him. To accelerate her cultivation, she had gambled with her life. Her parents were powerless, and their daughter had no choice but to take risks to survive the crisis. If her parents had been by her side, she would not have had to fight with her life on the line. The man felt wretched inside. Looking at the scene before him, he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything—powerless, guilty, and self-reproachful.
Over the long years, he had owed far too much.
Back then, he had failed to save the declining Dragon Court. His only daughter had drifted outside, sleeping for hundreds of millions of years. If her parents had been beside her, she would not have needed to swallow frogs and eat grasshoppers as a child. Why did she enjoy being a peddler and selling goods? Was it not