"Father!" the Divine Silkworm Daoist shouted, hot tears spilling from his eyes. Clenching both fists tightly, he charged forward without a care for anything else.
Divine light flowed around the God Emperor, and mysterious, unfathomable power lay within him, inspiring awe and dread. Yet he did not stop the Ancient Emperor's son, the Divine Silkworm Princess, and the others from approaching.
On closer inspection, however, his movements seemed somewhat impeded. A thin membrane formed from silkworm threads appeared to cover his body, wrapping him from head to toe.
Faint immortal mist still lingered within him. Clearly, his transformation remained incomplete and was still progressing.
That was because the God Emperor had only recently deduced the twelfth transformation. Once he fully completed it, he would be able to enter the Immortal King Realm.
"You are the child of a Primordial Emperor. You must have the conviction that you are invincible. You should not be so weak!" the God Emperor barked, though a trace of fatherly affection appeared in his eyes.
It was clear that he was a stern father before his own son.
Even though he had missed his son greatly over the past several million years, he still wore a stern face upon their reunion and drove him hard.
Whoosh!
A flash of golden light streaked past, and Little Golden Peng appeared on the God Emperor's shoulder.
Little Golden Peng was barely taller than a palm. Baring his teeth, he kept rubbing his little head against the God Emperor's hair.
"You..." The God Emperor's incomparably majestic, awe-inspiring aura melted away like snow beneath the spring sun the instant his gaze fell upon Little Golden Peng on his shoulder.
The severity and sternness in his eyes gave way to gentleness, and a loving smile spread across the face that had looked