Within the awakening array, the glow of the starry sky meteorite crystal gradually faded.
Little Yun Tian slumped onto the icy center of the array, his chest heaving violently and his training clothes completely soaked with sweat. That terrifying pressure, which had felt as though it would tear his soul apart and remake it, had been far too much for a six-year-old child.
Yun Ming and Ya Li had no time to marvel at that unprecedented "Judgment Angel." They hurried into the array.
Ya Li bent down, her heart aching, and reached out to gather her exhausted son into her arms.
"I don't want to be carried!" Although Little Yun Tian's limbs were as limp as noodles, the pride in his bones had not diminished in the slightest.
He stubbornly dodged Ya Li's hands and braced both palms firmly against the ground, trying to stand under his own power.
"I've successfully awakened my Martial Soul! I'm a grown-up now. I'm going to walk out myself!"
Watching her little son put on such a brave front, Ya Li felt both tender concern and amusement.
Yun Ming, standing beside her, was nowhere near as gentle. He simply extended his index finger and gave Little Yun Tian a flick on the forehead, neither too hard nor too soft.
"Ow!" Little Yun Tian clutched his forehead and looked up at his father, aggrieved.
"You awaken a Martial Soul and your tail's already pointing at the sky? You can't even walk steadily, yet you're pretending to be an adult." Yun Ming grabbed the little fellow by the back of his collar and lifted him like a chick, scolding him irritably.
"Stay put. Keep pushing yourself, and your basic physical training doubles starting tomorrow."
That tactic worked like a charm. At the words "training doubles," Little