Somewhere within Boundless Sea lay a dark, terrifying place. A middle-aged man and woman stood there, their bodies clad in tattered rags.
They clung tightly to each other, so weak they barely looked human, their bodies little more than skin and bones.
At that moment, the man gently asked, "Xiaotian, is it hard?"
The middle-aged woman raised her head with a smile and replied, "It's not hard. As long as I'm with you, it's not hard."
The middle-aged man smiled. "We must survive..."
"No matter how bitter or exhausting it is, we have to hold on. As long as we don't die, the thought-spirit phantoms within the secret realm won't completely disperse. They'll be able to block a fatal blow for our son and daughter."
The middle-aged woman murmured, "I will. I really want to see A-Jing and Ling'er just once."
Their hands were clasped tightly together. Though both their hands were icy cold, it was as if they could still feel each other's warmth.
They were Sikong Ding and Ling Xiaotian.
Yet where they were now had severed their connection with the thought-spirit phantoms. They had no idea that their son and daughter had already found the secret realm in the Northern Wasteland and seen their faint life lamps.
"I wonder whether A-Jing and Ling'er are still in the Azure Dragon Small Domain, living as ordinary people?" Ling Xiaotian suddenly asked.
Sikong Ding gently kissed his wife's hair, a thread of pain flashing through his eyes.
Ordinary? How could that possibly be easy?
He had named the sword Jing Soars Through Nine Heavens Sword precisely because he had sensed his son's extraordinary nature.
Or perhaps it had not been a premonition, but simply his understanding of his son. With the temperament his son had possessed at eight years old,