Father's Will Faded; the Saint's Five Decays!

The rumbling finally ceased.

That terrifying clash, powerful enough to tear the universe apart, seemed like nothing more than a fleeting illusion. Now it had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only utter silence.

Absolute silence.

The ruins of the entire Supreme Dao Field, along with the surrounding millions of miles of space, had become a void that was constantly collapsing and annihilating itself.

Xiao Yang stood at the center of that void, drenched in blood and holding the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron, its divine radiance now withdrawn and its appearance returned to its ancient simplicity. He stood as motionless as a statue.

He had won.

But an unprecedented weariness and emptiness washed over him like a tide, swallowing him whole.

The power of the Chaos God and Demon within him had been almost completely drained. His meridians burned with pain, and even his bones felt weak and sore. The backlash from rousing the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron had been far more severe than it appeared.

What unsettled him even more was the feeling.

The bond of blood and shared understanding between him and his father was rapidly weakening.

It was like a taut string that, after its most brilliant resonance, was finally about to snap.

"Father..."

Xiao Yang murmured, his voice terribly hoarse.

The Heavenly Emperor Cauldron trembled slightly. The streak of light that had merged into his brow gathered once more above the cauldron, taking the shape of a hazy figure in white.

It was Xiao Wuji.

But now he was more transparent than ever, as if a breeze could scatter him.

"Yang'er, you did very well."

Xiao Wuji looked at his son, a fond smile on his face. It held pride that came straight from the heart.

"Father!"

Seeing him, Xiao Yang's heart clenched. He hurried forward.

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