For Wang Chen, it was merely a core evolution.
For them—
Their sun had changed.
Imagine falling asleep beneath one sky and waking beneath another.
Imagine seeing the sun rise—and realizing it was no longer the same.
The Ancient Phoenix of Fate streaked across the heavens, her fiery wings carving radiant trails through the golden sky. She circled again and again, her clear voice ringing out in an attempt to calm the panicking masses.
Unlike the others, her expression was joyful.
She could feel it.
Her father had grown stronger.
Tremendously stronger, reaching a level, she could not even begin to imagine.
But Wang Chen barely registered their reactions.
His focus had locked onto something else.
At the very center of the Qi sea, just beneath the blazing Eternal Flame—
A figure floated.
Small tender hands, rosy pink cheeks.
Radiation a divine aura.
Almost alive.
It was an exact carbon copy of him.
Every detail was identical.
