Life Like Summer Flowers!

"Kill God?!"

Aokanglai paused for a moment, gave him a complicated look, and then nodded.

"Alright, Youlun, since this is your decision, I will help you, and I have no reason to stop you anymore."

He sighed softly, took out a divine artifact from the Heavenly Kingdom, modified its parameters, and gently tapped the Spacetime Teleportation Gate behind him.

Instantly.

This Gate of Spacetime changed its location, moving from a massive, city-like fortress of Archon Angel to the Void outside the Prime Material World.

As the door glowed, the sunlight of the Prime Material Plane shone on the lawn beneath it.

The scene outside the door was also revealed to Youlun for the first time.

That is Void.

From ancient times to the present, it has been a place that ordinary people have found difficult to set foot in.

It was also different from the spacious place Youlun had imagined.

The Void looked like a starry sky, just like the universe in his previous life, with a breathtakingly beautiful deep blue hue.

Countless bright points of light shone in the Void, like Stars. And one after another, pure white rivers flowed in the Void.

If this weren't clearly not a planetary world, he would have suspected that those white rivers were the Fabled Milky Way.

He stared blankly at the scene outside the door, speechless.

Aokanglai guessed that he was captivated by the beauty of the Void and spoke up.

"The Void of my Sacred River Heavenly Land is vast and boundless."

"Furthermore, as the endless Sacred River meanders through, it leaves behind countless energy and matter particles, constructing countless demiplanes, small worlds, and small Material Plane in the Void."

"A large number of Legendary powerhouses, Void creatures, and wandering races live, reproduce, and thrive in the Void."

"Youlun, take a closer look; the Void is right here."

Youlun nodded, and after gazing at the Void view outside the door for a while, he looked away.

At this moment.

He looked at the Angel baby girl clapping her little hands and babbling on the white clouds, and felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

He stepped forward, carefully slipped through her beautiful golden wings, and scooped her up in his arms.

It's strange, really.

After he picked up the baby girl, she didn't cry or fuss, but giggled and looked at him sweetly with her big eyes, melting his heart.

"Manluo'er, my child."

"It's my fault; you were born without a mother."

Youlun was filled with grief, and this emotion may have affected the baby girl in her arms, causing her to change from giggling to wailing.

Fortunately, he had plenty of experience with babies, and in his several Reincarnation, he had had enough children.

He gently stroked Manluo'er's back to comfort her.

"Cry, cry, Manluo'er."

"I will journey into the Void to avenge your mother."

"My daughter, I will ensure that the god who murdered your mother receives the punishment he deserves!"

"And you, you must grow up well."

Father, may you have a lifetime of peace and joy.

"It's gentle, "Youlun said.

He went there prepared to die; he vowed not to be human unless he killed the God of Murder.

But he didn't want his daughter to fall into the Black Sea of hatred as a result.

The baby girl in his arms seemed to sense her father's determination. She stopped crying, and instead reached out her little hand to touch Youlun's mustache, then giggled.

This scene caused Youlun to sigh inwardly.

He wanted to end it there and head to the Void, but then he stopped.

I have to leave her something.

He thought for a moment, then spoke to one of his close palace attendants.

"Biduolun, go and summon a Transcendent painter. I want to leave something for my daughter."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The eunuch bowed humbly, withdrew, and went to call for someone.

Not long after.

An Transcendent painter rushed over and knelt before Youlun.

"Paint a picture for me."

Youlun waved his hand.

The painter set up his easel; he was a former Bard, and his paintings were quite good.

All I could see was the Twilight.

Youlun held the laughing Manluo'er in his arms on the lawn, surrounded by bowing nobles and subjects.

The painting is finished.

Youlun reluctantly handed Manluo'er over to Aokanglai, then addressed the ministers and nobles in the palace.

"If I do not return, my daughter Manluo'er will be the first heir to the Kingdom."

"Lord Mosa, Lord Kangtuo, and Lord Batuosi."

"His Majesty."

The three ministers who had been named approached and knelt before Youlun.

"One of you is my elder, a Legendary Knight of the royal family. Another is the High Priest of the Church of Radiance, a priest personally promoted by Aoweiliya. And the third is the Kingdom's Minister of State, who has assisted me in managing the Kingdom's affairs for so many years."

"If I leave and never return, you shall watch over the Kingdom for me until Manluo'er grows up enough to hand Kingdom over to her."

Let's set it for twenty years.

Twenty years is neither long nor short. Even if the growth period for Archon Angel is fifty years, twenty years is enough for Manluo'er to mature mentally.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The three nodded respectfully.

"Alas, if my daughter does not covet this mortal throne, then you may choose an outstanding member of the royal family to sit on this throne."

Youlun sighed.

"No, Your Majesty, the throne of the Kingdom of Randy is reserved for you and Her Highness the Princess."

The three immediately expressed their opinions.

Youlun smiled upon hearing this.

"Whatever you want."

Then.

He looked at Aokanglai and said.

"Lord Aokanglai, I'll leave Manluo'er in your care after I leave."

"Of course, Manluo'er is also my bloodline. If anything happens to you, I will take care of her until she grows up and protect her."

Aokanglai nodded solemnly.

"However, I still want to give you some advice."

"Youlun, why don't you wait another twenty years, until Manluo'er is a little older, before you do your great things?"

I can't wait any longer.

Youlun shook his head and looked at everyone around him.

"As you can see, I am a mortal, my path is the Path of Mortals, and therefore my lifespan is also at the level of a mortal."

"I'm 40 years old, and this is the last peak of my life."

"Lord Aokanglai, after this period, my combat strength will decline, and I will no longer be confident in killing that God of Murder."

"I see."

Aokanglai sighed and nodded.

Youlun's Path of the Mortal King was both extremely powerful and extremely weak.

If the enemy is unwilling to fight, they only need to hide for a hundred years to exhaust the opponent's life force and win without a fight.

"This is like a summer flower, blooming with a fleeting moment of brilliance."

After giving his ministers a final pep talk, Youlun glanced at Manluo'er one last time, kissed her forehead, and then decisively crossed the portal, stepping into the Void.

The Void was vast and empty, yet faint breezes of energy occasionally flowed past him, touching his skin.

Here, the view is completely open.

Youlun stood in the Void, experiencing only a slight sense of weightlessness, but did not feel the suffocation, the inability of mortals to survive, the violent energy that would destroy mortal skin, or any other discomfort described in the books.

instead.

He had the illusion of being surrounded by warmth.

This is indeed an illusion, because the Void is far colder than the world itself.

Here, there is only faint light, coldness, and deep chill.

It was only because his body was too powerful that the endless blood energy burned fiercely within him like flames, blocking out this feeling.

He looked around.

Soon, a vast and boundless River of Mist came into view, stretching endlessly through countless times and dimensions, connecting countless worlds together.

Vast, boundless, magnificent!

"Sacred River!"

With just one glance, the name popped into his mind.

Only this name could express the shock he felt at this scene.

"The mighty Sacred River, vast and melodious!"

At this moment.

The vital energy within his body surged once more!

"I gained enlightenment by observing the river!"

"My Blood-Qi River can be the Milky Way, or it can be Sacred River!"

"The Sacred River stretches endlessly, connecting everything. So too shall I be!"

This is a sudden realization!

At this moment.

His Path of Mortals finally reached a point of fulfillment.

An unimaginable and wondrous sublimation occurred within his spirit.

In that instant, a certain constraint was broken.

at this time.

For him, the spatial dividers were nothing more than a matter of a single punch.

He no longer needed to rely on Aokanglai's portal to open the Gate of Spacetime to the Void; instead, he was able to skillfully shatter the connections between different parts of spacetime using his own power.

He was engrossed in the further sublimation of his realm and the further increase in his power.

This level.

It made him feel that he had touched something more mysterious.

This seems to be his true nature, a colossal being even larger than the Sacred River!

In his presence, he was as insignificant as A Drop of Water in the ocean.

Just as he was about to think it over carefully...

Sudden.

His thoughts were interrupted.

The Void outside the Prime Material Plane suddenly turned frigid.

A cold, icy voice echoed throughout.

"Mortal, you've finally come out."