The Restriction Shatters, and the Ten Thousand Clans Vie for Supremacy!

Time passed second by second. The only sounds left in the cave were Xiao Yang's pained groans and Xiao Wuji's desperate, heartbroken cries.

At last, after who knew how long,

Xiao Yang's body jerked violently. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood tinged with a dark red aura.

He looked utterly drained, his body swaying as though he might collapse, but at last he had managed to preserve the final shred of his father's lucidity.

The red hair on Xiao Wuji's body had stopped growing. It was now slowly withering and falling out at a visible rate.

The eyes that had been clouded and violent were gradually clearing, too.

Xiao Yang released his hands and slumped, nearly falling to the ground.

Ning Hongye hurried over and caught him.

Xiao Wuji looked at his son, whose face was deathly pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and body so weak he could barely stand. With trembling hands, he gently caressed Xiao Yang's face.

A trace of red hair remained on the young man's face—a scar left behind because he had risked himself to save his father.

"Yang'er... my Yang'er..."

Xiao Wuji wept openly. He didn't know what to say. He could only clutch Xiao Yang's hand, his eyes brimming with an overwhelming love and concern for his son.

He looked at the boy he had watched grow up, the son who had risked his life for him without hesitation and had nearly paid for it with his own life. He felt both relieved and filled with remorse.

"Father, are you all right?"

Xiao Yang asked weakly. He felt utterly drained, and even his Divine Soul was somewhat feeble.

"Your father's all right... Your father's all right now..."

Choking back sobs, Xiao Wuji shook his