Saint-level Limit

Blaze's birth brought a new liveliness to the little mountain village.

An infant's cries, babbling, and laughter were like spring rain, falling bit by bit into the once-quiet courtyard. Lady Desri devoted almost all her energy to her grandson. Desri never said anything, but whenever he passed by the baby, his steps would slow, and his gaze would linger on that little face for a long time.

Akes, meanwhile, fell into a brief conflict.

He wanted to stay with his wife and son and enjoy this hard-won family happiness. But on the other hand, he knew time waited for no one. Less than two years remained before the Necropolis of the Gods opened.

"You should go cultivate." Monica saw through his thoughts and spoke first one evening. "My mother is taking care of Blaze, and my father is here too. You don't need to worry."

Akes sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, Blaze in his arms. The little fellow had just finished eating and was squinting sleepily, blowing bubbles from his mouth. His tiny hand clutched Akes's collar and refused to let go.

"I want to spend more time with him." Akes lowered his head to look at his son, his voice very soft.

"You'll have plenty of time to be with him." Monica came over and sat beside him. "But the Necropolis of the Gods only opens once every thousand years. If you miss it, there won't be another chance. Besides, you made an agreement with Big Brother Linley. You can't break your word."

Akes fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

He gently handed Blaze to Monica. "I'll cultivate in the mountains," Akes said. "I'll come down once a day and have dinner with you."

Monica smiled. "All right."

The cultivation chamber inside the mountain had