Three years spent day and night beside his young child; with the Tomb of the Gods about to open, trouble stirred on the road ahead.
Time flowed peacefully by, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.
These three years were the most peaceful, fulfilling, and regret-free years of Shiheng's life.
From the day his son was born, this supreme God-level expert, who wielded three rules and looked down over the entire Yulan Plane, completely set aside his obsession with cultivation and the struggles over the plane's balance of power. He devoted all his time and attention to this tiny life.
From an uncomprehending infant in swaddling clothes who could not even roll over, the child gradually stretched his limbs and began to perceive the world. Shiheng stayed beside him day and night, accompanying him through every meaningful first along the road of growing up.
He watched the little one in his swaddling clothes clumsily roll over under his own strength for the first time, his little face flushed bright red with effort. Once he had rolled over, he looked at Shiheng with deep eyes identical to his own and giggled.
With his own hands, he supported that soft, tender little body and watched his child sit up steadily for the first time, wobbling as he reached for the toys around him, his eyes full of a child's innocent curiosity and liveliness.
He crouched on the ground and patiently guided his child, watching him brace his little hands against the ground and crawl unsteadily forward for the first time. That tiny figure was clumsy yet persistent, and when he grew tired, he simply tumbled into Shiheng's arms, clinging to him and demanding affection, looking utterly endearing.
He held his child's warm, soft little hands, helping him stand firmly