At the General Patrol Cosmos Department's Myriad Origin Star branch headquarters, space-time suddenly twisted and shook violently.
The disturbance alarmed quite a few people. They cried out in surprise, even thinking that enemies had barged in.
But when everyone saw that it was the area occupied by Deputy Director Shang, they all stopped at once and quelled their thoughts, merely watching and speculating.
Deputy Director Shang's Dao might was not something ordinary people could defy.
They dared not speak, nor dared they ask.
Fortunately, the strange spatial distortion vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Qingmin pays respects to Father, Progenitor..."
Within the hall, Qingmin Supreme Being, clad in green robes with a black beard, stood before the Young Daoist priest in the Golden Line Black Robe, whose majesty and divine bearing were incomparable. His eyes moistened, his emotions surged like raging waves, and he could not help but drop to both knees and bow down in worship.
The affection of a child for his parent was beyond words.
He had cultivated bitterly all his life, never sparing day or night, tirelessly plowing onward, all so that he might once again prostrate himself before his father and progenitor.
"Back in Nine Sons Heaven, there were more than thirty brothers and sisters among us. After hundreds of millions of years, all of them withered away. After that, I never saw Father again. Now, I alone remain, yet I have finally seen you..."
As Li Qingmin spoke of the vicissitudes of countless ages and the withering of old friends, his voice choked despite himself.
As a Supreme Being, he should not have been moved by ordinary mortal emotions.
But this was the longing and devotion accumulated over hundreds of millions of years!
Alas!
Li Qingyun looked at the kneeling Li Qingmin. Seeing