Xiao Wuji's Gift!

On the other side.

Feng Qingxue and the others on the ground had long since been left utterly stunned by Xiao Wuji's astonishing skill. Their minds had gone completely blank, and they had lost the ability to think.

They could only stare up in a daze at the figure holding the Yin-Yang lightning orb aloft, as if he were a god. They felt as though they were trapped in some bizarre, surreal dream.

Xiao Yang was just as dazed as he stared at his father.

He could feel just how terrifying the energy contained in the lightning orb in his father's hand was.

That energy could annihilate his current Chaos God-Demon Body ten thousand times over in an instant!

What was he going to do?

Why had his father refined that lightning orb?

Just as Xiao Yang's mind filled with questions, Xiao Wuji moved.

Holding the Yin-Yang lightning orb in one hand, he slowly walked down from the high heavens, step by step.

He moved slowly, but every step seemed to land on the pulse of heaven and earth, making the entire void resonate.

At last, he stopped in front of Xiao Yang.

For the first time in twenty years, father and son stood so close, looking directly into each other's eyes.

Xiao Wuji gazed at the son before him, who looked seven parts like him, though with a few more traces of resolve and hardship between his brows. The ice in Xiao Wuji's eyes, frozen for countless ages, finally melted away completely.

In its place came boundless tenderness, profound regret, and a father's love too deep to conceal.

"Yang'er, you've suffered all these years."

His voice no longer held the indifference and domineering force it had before. Instead, it was warm and rich, like a current that instantly flowed