Xuan Mo was speechless for a moment and spread his hands. He muttered, "There's nothing I can do about that. My mother's combat strength is far higher than my father's. Well, if the gap in combat strength hadn't been so huge, I probably wouldn't even be here now."
Those words instantly darkened Xuanxiao's face, even though he was far away in the Primordial Wilderness. He turned to Luohu and asked, "Wife, am I really that useless?"
Luohu coughed and said, "Well... you should blame your father, Tongtian. Back then, when Mingxuan became pregnant with you, he was only at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. When I became pregnant with Mo'er, what level of cultivation did you have already? So his talent was a little better than yours. It's only normal that his combat strength is almost catching up to yours now."
Xuanxiao silently gave that a thumbs-up and thought, This really is Mom's fault for being too impatient back then. She should've at least raised Father for a few years, let him become a Saint, and then knocked him unconscious before making a baby. (Tongtian: Shoo, shoo! Go play somewhere else. Stop provoking your father.)
Back on Yingzhou Island, Tongtian looked at the scenery over there and said, "The children might not be able to come back? Wife, do you have any good ideas?"
Mingxuan frowned and asked, "Why don't you think of a solution yourself? Why come ask me instead?"
Tongtian gave a sheepish laugh. "You know my cultivation, Wife... If I went over there, I probably couldn't beat that so-called Dark Lord either. What solution could I come up with? Every technique reaches its limit when one's cultivation is insufficient."
Pangu slapped Tongtian on the back of the head and said, "You still have the nerve to