In the Immortal Realm, during the second century after Ning Chen's return, Guigui had grown a little. He had learned to walk and begun learning the simplest words.
"Da... Dad."
North of the Immortal Palace, beside a small river winding eastward, Guigui crouched with his tiny body, picked up a round pebble, and wobbled back toward Ning Chen, who was not far away.
Looking at Guigui, who had played himself into a mess of mud and water, Ning Chen smiled gently. He did not scold him, but crouched down and wiped the mud from Guigui's face and body.
After more than a hundred years without drawing a blade in battle, the killing aura around Ning Chen had nearly faded away. The decisive Venerable of the Immortal Realm had become the most ordinary of fathers.
For over a hundred years, Ning Chen had devoted himself to caring for Guigui, fulfilling the responsibilities a father should bear.
Yet Ming Ming and the Ghost Maiden, both grievously wounded, still had not awakened and remained unconscious.
After battle upon battle, the injuries Ming Ming and the Ghost Maiden had sustained were extraordinarily severe. It would be difficult for them to recover in a short time.
Ning Chen was anxious as well, but after waiting through endless ages, even lifetime after lifetime of reincarnation, he had long since grown accustomed to waiting.
Above the Seven Heavens, ever since Ning Chen returned to the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Realm had become a forbidden ground throughout the entire Seven Heavens Realm. Not even Great Dao Saints dared set foot there.
The massive floating island rising and falling above the Seven Heavens was like a great mountain pressing down upon the All-Heavens Saints, a fishbone lodged in their throats.
Yet although the All-Heavens Saints desperately wished to raze