Inside a quiet room in a small courtyard of the Great Zhou Mansion, the candles had gone out, and all was silent.
Mo Lin held Zi Yan as he slept deeply. He did not know how long had passed when he felt as though he had fallen into a bizarre dream. In that dream, space and time twisted, and countless fragmented scenes flashed by like streams of light—vast mountains and rivers of the Dou Qi Continent, pavilions and towers of the Primordial Chaos Realm, Cai Lin's cool face, Yun Yun's gentle smile, and his daughter Xi'er's tiny figure babbling as she learned to speak...
Those scenes became clearer and closer, as though they were within reach. A powerful longing surged through his heart like a tide, nearly drowning his soul.
"Cai Lin... Yun'er... Xi'er..." he murmured unconsciously in his dream. The Immortal Eye between his brows, sealed beneath countless layers, seemed to sense the deepest longing in his soul. Even in his sleep, it trembled faintly, and an imperceptible trace of power containing the supreme Law Origin of space and time silently spread out...
The next moment, Heaven Turning Earth Treading!
Mo Lin abruptly opened his eyes!
What entered his sight was no longer the plain ceiling of the quiet room, but a familiar dome carved with intricate cloud patterns! The air was filled with refreshing Chaos Spiritual Energy and... the unique fragrance of the Hall of Eternity in the Primordial Chaos Realm, the scent that haunted his dreams!
He suddenly sat upright and looked around! Carved railings, jade steps, gauze curtains hanging low, spiritual energy condensed into mist—this... was unmistakably his bedchamber in the Primordial Chaos Realm!
"Is this... a dream?" Mo Lin pinched his arm hard, and sharp pain came through! It was not a dream!
He hurriedly