Chapter 139 (1/2): Zhi Zhi’s True Spirit Awakens

After just a few words, I was already feeling drowsy, my eyelids constantly fluttering. Once I made sure there was nothing left unsaid, I decided to take a short nap.

Because of the telepathy between mother and daughter, I subconsciously opened my eyes, gazing toward Zhi Zhi.

Su Liumeng seemed to sense something as well, turning her head instinctively.

“Don’t move.” Su Liumeng’s voice had barely fallen when, in a flash, she appeared at the bedside and picked up Zhi Zhi, who was trying to climb out on her own.

Little Zhi Zhi, being lifted up, was obviously very unhappy.

But because she was worried about her mother, she didn’t have the heart to cry. She just kept struggling, trying to twist her little head to check on how her mother was doing.

“Bring her over,” I said upon hearing the commotion.

“Mm.”

Si Zhiruo was placed at my left side.

It was a spot closer to the center of the bed, and the moment the little one was put down, she immediately settled down.

“Yiya.”

I felt a warm, tiny hand clutching my finger, and a gentle smile appeared on my lips.

“Mommy isn’t sick, just a little tired. After resting a few more days, I’ll be all better.”

Hearing this, the little one instantly calmed down.

Perhaps it was too quiet nearby, and I slowly lowered my head, wanting to see my daughter’s figure.

The air abruptly stilled, as if the world had turned into a blank curtain.

Only one voice remained, causing my heart to tremble endlessly.

The little dumpling gently gripped my thumb, raising her innocent, angelic face.

“Ma…ma.”

She—

Was she… calling me?

My daughter’s soft and sweet voice echoed in my ears, like the primordial bell tolling at the birth of the world, resonating endlessly.

“Ma…ma.”

Again, the little dumpling’s voice rang out.

Her little head tilted, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

I was stunned, frozen on the spot, my mind plunged into chaos.

No words could describe the happiness in my heart at being called “Mama” by my own daughter for the very first time.

This was the little life I had given birth to.

Now, she could call for me herself…

“Mm, Mama’s here.” I couldn’t hold back the choking in my voice, wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes.

The next instant.

The entire world turned to black and white. My daughter’s tiny body slowly rose, floating at the center of the room.

Her dark eyes gently closed, the hem of her pretty dress fluttering.

The countless energies nearby coalesced into a vortex.

It stretched a thousand kilometers in every direction.

Innumerable strands of energy poured into her little body.

In that instant, countless powerful beings opened their eyes, gazing in this direction.

A nameless grandmaster, for a fleeting moment, lost control of his expression.

Because he found himself unable to control his knees—they wanted to kneel toward that spot ahead.

As if, right there, a Supreme existence was about to be born.

“The Realm of Nine Sources?”

“No, it’s not.” He denied it in a trembling voice. “Could it be… even stronger?”

He wasn’t the only one with this instinctive reaction and muttered thoughts.

All the powerful figures in this world sensed it.

The stronger the cultivator, the deeper the sense of unfathomable depth.

Heavenly tribulation was taking shape in the sky.

Rolling purple lightning rumbled, brewing above.

This was a tribulation powerful enough to destroy the world.

Si Zhiruo floated in midair.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and they were two colors—one black, one white.

No hint of human emotion remained, as if she were the living embodiment of yin and yang, an eternal taiji diagram.

Her tiny palm stretched out and, with a casual wave, dispersed the sky-filling thunder tribulation into nothingness.

Such ease and indifference would make anyone who witnessed it tremble uncontrollably.

Because this was already something no mortal could accomplish.

“In this world, I am the only Sovereign.”

Below.

Seeing the cold indifference in her eyes, I felt my heart suddenly tighten.

With Si Zhiruo’s true spirit awakened—

Would she… still recognize me as her mother?

The upheaval between heaven and earth had not stopped.

Though the thunder tribulation was scattered at a mere wave, the gathered energy remained, still surging ceaselessly into Si Zhiruo’s little body.

She spread her arms wide, as if to swallow it all.

The energy vortex around her had already condensed into a tangible, physical form.

Her already terrifying cultivation continued to soar, as if about to break through this world’s very limits.

She made no effort to restrain her pressure, making it even more fearsome.

At this moment.

Not only the Source-level powerhouses could sense the source of this pressure.

Even vast numbers of cultivators and ordinary people felt their hearts suddenly heavy, as if crushed beneath a massive boulder.

In the living room.

Su Liumeng’s gaze pierced through the walls, fixing on the tiny figure lying in wait.

Since reaching the Selfless Realm, her vision was no longer what it once was.

And, being the world’s only True Dragon, her true strength was far beyond that of any human, even capable of contending with Source Aura powerhouses.

Even so, she couldn’t quite gauge Si Zhiruo’s current level.

The gap was simply too great.

One Source and the Heaven Ladder—this was no joke.

The gap between a One Source cultivator and a Nine Source cultivator was even wider than the distance from an ant to an elephant; it was a fundamental difference in the very tiers of life.

Just as the Dao of Heaven treats all beings as straw dogs.

Would you care about the life or death of an ant?

What level had Xinxin’s daughter reached, truly?

A massive doubt surfaced in Su Liumeng’s heart.

And she was not alone; countless others shared the same confusion.

Some powerful figures forcibly suppressed their inner impulses, trying to discern what realm the Supreme being born today matched in the ancient records.

Was it a Nine Source cultivator, free to roam the world?

Or…

As Si Zhiruo’s pressure kept rising.

Not only the powerhouses of this world, but even those from other worlds began to sense terror and an uncontrollable urge to bow down in worship.

This day was destined not to be peaceful.

Afterward, some even named the Supreme born today as “Zhu” in trembling reverence.

The name meant “to influence the fate of all realms.”

Reviewing the histories of all worlds, it seemed that no one so powerful had ever been born; the mere disturbance at her breakthrough was enough to cover every corner of six great worlds.

Since Si Zhiruo had dispersed the thunder tribulation with a wave, even I couldn’t judge her level by external signs, only that it was surely beyond the legendary Nine Source Realm.

After all, I’d heard Zhi Zhi say before that even a Nine Source expert could only be relatively unrestrained—able to ignore the Dao of Heaven to some extent, but never able to wave away a Heaven-sent tribulation so casually.

Half an hour later, all anomalies faded away.

Si Zhiruo, dressed in a light white dress, as light as the wind, slowly floated down from the sky.

As soon as she saw my anxious gaze, the coldness in her eyes vanished, and her pretty eyes—so like mine—immediately reddened. Her small body leaped onto me like a swallow returning to its nest, hugging me tightly around the waist, “Wu wu wu, Mama, how did you become like this?”

The more she thought about it, the angrier she grew, her eyes reddening completely. “I’m so mad, I’m definitely going to kill her! How dare she turn Mama into a furnace! How could any human do such a thing?!”

She stood up in an instant, murderous intent bursting forth.

At my arm, a bracelet rose into the air, and a pitch-black bead floated out, merging with Si Zhiruo like lightning.

Her long black hair flew out behind her, and although she was less than a meter tall, she radiated an aura that looked down on all the world.

“Zhi Zhi, your hair’s grown longer.” I grasped my daughter’s small hand, “My little princess is so pretty.”

I looked her up and down, taking in her appearance.

The overwhelming pressure she’d been radiating vanished like a deflated balloon under my gentle words.

Her beautiful eyes grew even redder.

“Mama, why are you saying such sappy things?” The little dumpling rubbed her eyes, looking nothing at all like the Supreme who’d just sent all the worlds into a panic.

No one could predict what unknown consequences the birth of a new, mysterious powerhouse might bring.