At this moment, Shen Qingshan stood on the Ascension Path, looking down below. He had once again merged with Shen Yang.
Shen Yang's voice rang out in Shen Qingshan's mind.
"Don't rush. You can spend more time looking at your family."
Shen Qingshan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his tone calm.
"Ancestor, please put me to sleep."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid I'll regret it."
"Alas... What is love in this world...?"
Shen Qingshan voluntarily relinquished his willpower, allowing Shen Yang to put his soul into slumber deep within his body.
He was not only afraid that he would change his mind, but also unable to bear the pain of parting that had seeped into his bones.
A person heading to the Real Realm could not be understood as merely setting out on a distant journey. It should be regarded as a farewell between life and death.
A distant journey would eventually have a day of return, while a farewell between life and death meant they would never meet again.
Shen Yang's journey along the Ascension Path was not easy either.
But he had plenty of items.
That was rather shameless.
During the days Shen Yang spent charging through the Ascension Path, Chen Yun and Shen Jia watched from the island.
Seven-year-old Shen Jia cheered for her father every day.
"Dad! Give it more strength! Dad! Don't give up! Dad! Charge!!"
Chen Yun had grown much quieter.
Perhaps regret had already begun to take root in her heart.
"Third Sister, you and Brother-in-law will definitely meet again."
"Does Ancestor Shen have a way to return from the Real Realm?"
"Not necessarily, but I can bring him back."
"Fourth Brother, don't make empty boasts just to comfort your sister."
"Not now, but definitely in the future."
Carrying his love