Lin Yuan, the Immortal Master of Yuanchen, who had taken the last step of eight hundred years of cultivation to overcome the calamity and ascend, had his heart broken.
Just because what the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder reflected was not the Supreme Avenue, but a pair of desperate eyes on the blue stars, and a clear cry.
The inner demon is actually the wife and daughter he abandoned eight hundred years ago.
The road is ruthless, but he insists on being sentimental.
When I was a teenager again, my wife was about to give birth and my daughter was born.
This time, Lin Yuan did not seek to break the stars with his palm, nor did he ask for the road to eternal life.
He just wants to warm a cup of hot milk for his daughter and wear black hair for his wife for the rest of her life.
"In the past, I cultivated the way of heaven, and all living beings were like ants."
"Now, I am cultivating the way of humanity, and you are my sentient beings."
When the supreme magical power was used to prepare milk powder for his daughter as food supplement, when the world-destroying magical power was used to make his daughter happy and coax her to sleep, Lin Yuan discovered that this worldly fireworks is the supreme path.
