I never would have guessed that a hundred thousand years had already passed. In the end, my spiritual will had only spent some time in the Primordial Universe.
Now that I had returned here, my children were probably all older than me in actual age. Forget sons and daughters—there might even be a whole crowd of grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and the like by now, right?
They must have been much more open-minded than I was. After all, in theory, my mental age should have been younger than theirs.
Although most immortals would rely on deep slumber to deal with the passage of time, waiting for important events or milestones to arrive, they should still have spent more time awake than I had.
Moreover, many immortals would seal away their memories, cutting out the memories from a certain period and storing them in some designated place for use as needed. Memories that did not need to be retained, for example, would all be stored away for emergencies.
Some unpleasant memories would even be discarded outright, much like deleting files from a computer hard drive.
So there was no need for me to dwell on it. If I obsessed over it too much, I would be making an awful mess of being the Father God. There were still many children waiting for me to save them. I could not waste my time on self-reflection.
I stood up and stretched, sweeping my gaze across the myriad universes. In the next instant, I found a place where the situation was critical.
In an instant, I appeared in the middle of a battlefield. A powerful energy field slammed into the spot where I appeared, but my overwhelmingly mighty power blocked it directly.
Behind me, a young girl in tattered armor trembled all over. Having escaped certain