"That makes sense."
Tang Yu thought about it and couldn't find any reason to argue.
The next heir of the Great Cloud Dynasty would naturally be best if they were a blood relative. No one was more reliable than one's own child.
"Hurry up. Time is tight. You have to get pregnant; this is part of the plan too."
Chu Tingwei urged him.
For the sake of the plan, Tang Yu could only silently work himself to the bone.
After nearly two days of hard labor, under Tang Yu's repeated persuasion, Chu Tingwei looked at him suspiciously before finally, albeit unwillingly, believing his claim that it had definitely worked.
If Tang Yu had not relied on his natal magic treasure, Lan Jingling, to ensure his cultivation would not be reverse-harvested during those two days, he would probably have had to give back all the Primal Yin power he had gained by now.
After convincing Chu Tingwei, Tang Yu, who had never experienced such an intense sage-like state, sat there and carefully sensed all things between heaven and earth.
At that moment, he had never been so clear-headed!
Without realizing it, Tang Yu's gaze kept rising, and all things between heaven and earth entered his sight.
A white butterfly silently flapped its wings once outside Kyoto.
A speck of dust rose with the wind and drifted north.
Inside a temple, candle flames swayed in the breeze, flickering between brightness and dimness.
An old woman sat in her courtyard, looking toward the gate. Before her husband passed away, he often sat there chatting with passersby.
Everything, every last thing, lay within Tang Yu's sight. At that moment, all things between heaven and earth became countless threads intertwined before his eyes, eventually forming fate.
At the side, Chu Tingwei noticed Tang Yu's state