Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
The Myriad Heavens and Worlds were changing. The Chat Group was changing, and so were its members.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands were changing too.
The world changed, events changed, and people changed.
Only Change Is Unchanging.
Throughout those six months, Little Nonpoint had cultivated tirelessly, hoping to break past the Extreme Realm of the Ten Grotto-Heavens.
He had not succeeded.
But he had gained a great deal.
Little Nonpoint had become certain of one thing: the Ten Grotto-Heavens were not the limit. Beyond them lay an unknown realm.
Just as there had been when he was in the Blood Moving Realm!
He could already faintly sense that realm.
All he needed was an opportunity. With that hazy feeling to guide him, he could charge into it.
It was an overwhelmingly strong premonition.
And that opportunity was the Baptism Little Nonpoint would undergo at nine years old.
Early that morning, Little Nonpoint burst through Meng Chuan's door, ran to his bedside, and started shaking him.
"Wake up, Uncle Meng! Wake up!"
Meng Chuan did not respond. Little Nonpoint's eyes darted about, and he tried to climb onto the bed and onto Meng Chuan.
A hand pressed down on his head, pinning him in place.
"What are you up to, you little rascal?" Meng Chuan lifted Little Nonpoint by the head and set him on the floor.
"Stop sleeping, Uncle Meng! It's time for my Baptism!" Little Nonpoint grabbed Meng Chuan and dragged him toward the door.
"Never mind your Baptism. Nobody's stopping you from taking a bath."
Despite what he said, Meng Chuan went along with Little Nonpoint and let himself be dragged outside.
"And I wasn't sleeping. Watch what you say."
"Don't go telling everyone that."
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