Emperor Source looked at Fang Yun, her eyes full of pity. "This isn't your fault. The responsibility you bear is simply too heavy. I have a feeling that the mission upon you may even surpass mine as a Saint Ancestor. You are too tired. You need to rest properly for a while."
Fang Yun froze again, involuntarily recalling everything that had happened recently. Just as Emperor Source had said, he had been constantly on the road—rushing for himself, for Sainthood, for the Literary World, and for the Human Race.
He had practically shouldered the rise and fall of the entire Human Race alone!
It was not greed that had driven him to do so much, but the sense of crisis and mission in his heart that had compelled him to do those things.
"Alas..."
Fang Yun let out a long sigh. "I don't want to either, but some things have to be done."
"That is why so many people choose to become heroes. Heroes only do what they want to do. But you and Di Ji stand above heroes." Emperor Source's eyes brimmed with approval.
"Still, you are right. I truly should rest for a while—not sleep, nor stay in the Emperor Race Tribe, but let myself go and play like a real child," Fang Yun said.
Emperor Source glanced at the Four-Legged Black Snake. "Then let him take you. He knows best how to play."
Fang Yun smiled and nodded.
Time slowly passed. Fang Yun spent most of his time cultivating inside the stone house. Occasionally, when he thought of some treasure he needed, he would exchange military merit for it. He went with the flow and no longer deliberately pursued anything.
Aside from cultivating, Fang Yun often ate, drank, and played with the Emperor Race children and the