Kuize lowered his head to look at the swaddled infant lying in Yelun's arms, and the emotions in his eyes instantly became a tangled jumble.
Thinking back, he had once been an ugly, incomplete deformity—one look was enough to tell that he would not live long.
Yet now, the infant before Kuize had been utterly transformed.
Smooth skin.
Fluffy curls.
Healthy limbs.
Beautiful features.
In Yelun's embrace, Ye Chen's life had now undergone a rebirth as thorough as shedding his mortal form and remaking his bones, becoming a flawless new life.
Of course, by now, Kuize already knew exactly what had happened.
Kuize looked at the silently sleeping Ye Chen, then calmly asked Yelun:
"This was what Havijordan used to look like, wasn't it?"
Yelun nodded lightly.
"That's right."
"I went through untold hardships"
"just to finally make it Ye Chen's."
Kuize fell silent for a while before slowly speaking:
"The Spirit Realm."
"The Life Relic."
"Two Divine Artifacts."
"Earlier, only by squeezing every last drop out of all the power available to me, only by claiming every advantage of timing, terrain, and circumstance, was I barely able to defeat that Evil God Avatar occupying Havijordan's former body—"
"Yet merely one of Havijordan's avatars was already so absurdly powerful."
"That makes it even harder for me to imagine."
"How exactly did you deal with the Abyss itself back then?"
A faint light glimmered in Yelun's eyes as he explained in an even tone:
"With these eyes."
"Because I could foresee every possibility and outcome, I was able to catch it off guard during the battle."
"Otherwise, in a head-on battle of attrition, I would likewise have been no match for Havijordan."
"Whether the Abyss or the Holy Light—"
"to us, their existence is like the only two Seventh-Level Nightmare