In the central Grand Cathedral of the Stigma World, Lynn slowly opened his eyes, a trace of bewilderment in them.
He was still seated at the workbench in the section of the Grand Cathedral set aside as a laboratory, just as he had been before entering the simulation.
The lights in the sealed chamber were still on, and the soul crystals cast their deep blue glow over his face.
The air around him was still, without the slightest disturbance.
He had spent nine years in the simulated world, but only a few days had passed in reality-no longer than a single cultivation session for him.
The only difference was a hint of tenderness at the corners of his eyes, born of familial love.
Nine years. He had spent nine whole years in the simulation!
Throughout those nine years, he had immersed himself completely in that world, and he could remember every detail.
From becoming a father for the first time to watching Lin Chen and Lin Yao slowly grow up, every little moment had felt so real.
He clearly remembered how it had felt to hold Lin Chen for the first time.
The newborn had been a wrinkled little bundle, so soft he seemed to have no bones.
He had cradled him in both hands, afraid to hold him too tightly yet terrified of dropping him, his entire body as stiff as a post.
Alia had lain in bed laughing at him, saying that even when he fought those wizards to the death out there, he never looked this nervous.
With a tense expression, he had said that was different.
How was it different? He couldn't explain.
But as he held that tiny child, his heart had raced uncontrollably.
He remembered the first time Lin Chen called him Dad.
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