Ye Qingxian heard my thoughts just now and let out an inadvertent snort of laughter. Her tone held an even deeper, indescribable fondness. "Mm, that's right. You're a young girl—you've always been a young girl. I'm a young girl too. Then all the more reason we shouldn't bear the weight of years. So, when is our little Fairy Xiaoyao going to give birth to our big, chubby baby?"
My face reddened as I listened, and I rubbed my belly.
"I don't know."
"There isn't even a fetal heartbeat yet."
"The baby hasn't even formed her own heartbeat. She can't even be considered a life that has just taken shape yet. Who knows when she'll be born?"
Suddenly.
In Supreme Heaven, where all four seasons coexisted, a crisp autumn breeze swept past.
As if it had heard my words.
For the first time, disbelief appeared in my eyes.
The source came from deep within my lower abdomen.
As a cultivator, and as the baby's mother.
For the first time, I heard an exceedingly faint heartbeat.
So faint it seemed as though it did not exist in this world at all.
Yet it was a new life's first response to the world's call, to a mother's voice—the first strong feedback she had ever given.
I heard it—
The melody she brought to me.
It was as if the most beautiful hymn in the world had been bestowed upon me, upon a mother.
No words could describe how I felt at that moment.
Still less could they describe the shock deep in my heart.
This was not merely witnessing the first stages of a new life taking shape.
She was also intertwined with my flesh and blood, connected to my bloodline—an extension born at the level of genes.
She was not only my