What appeared in the depths of Little Nonpoint's heart was extraordinary. The people of Stone Village stared, their eyes wide.
There was an Ancient Kingdom leading all living beings in a sacrifice to heaven, and there were groups of mighty warriors hunting fierce beasts.
Little Nonpoint was present in every scene as a baby. Even so, they could still make out familiar features.
His status was exalted.
Yet this child, whose status was high enough for him to take part in an Ancient Kingdom's sacrifice to heaven as an infant, had arrived in Stone Village in the state they remembered.
Later, a vast expanse of buildings appeared. Palaces stretched one after another, like heavenly halls descended to the Mortal Realm.
Heaven and Earth Essence drifted freely as mist, making the place seem like an immortal paradise on earth.
This was a king's residence within the Ancient Kingdom, magnificent beyond measure.
The kings at the heart of an Ancient Kingdom were nothing like those in the Bitter-Cold Land.
Those granted titles by an Ancient Kingdom wielded power that reached the heavens.
Compared with the self-proclaimed kings of the Bitter-Cold Land, they were as far apart as heaven and earth.
And somewhere within that residence were Little Nonpoint and his Parents.
Little Nonpoint was still tiny then, a swaddled infant held in his mother's arms. His large, bright black eyes were open, curious about the whole world.
His Parents, however, were anxious. Their father—Little Nonpoint's grandfather—had shot and killed a Pixiu cub with an exceptionally pure bloodline on the Hundred Clans Battlefield.
In the Eight Domains of the Lower Realm, foreign races held great power. A Pixiu with such a pure bloodline had most likely come from the Primordial Divine Mountain. He had killed one of their own.
For a Prince's Mansion,