72: My Godly Father (Part 3)

The carriage sped along the bumpy official road.

Inside the carriage, a tall and burly middle-aged man was clumsily holding a feeding bottle, trying to get it into the mouth of the infant in the swaddling clothes.

His movements were clumsy and stiff, and the nipple kept poking the baby, who continuously turned his head away.

"Hiccup... Waaah—"

The infant finally couldn't stand the torment, letting out a loud cry that showcased his vitality.

The middle-aged man was Quan Batian.

Hearing the cry, instead of showing impatience, he immediately panicked.

He quickly retracted the bottle, gently held the infant in his arms, and carefully patted his back with his broad, calloused hand.

"Quan Yun, be good, don't cry, don't cry."

His voice was hoarse but full of tenderness, completely contrasting with his face etched with hardship and Evil Qi.

He looked at the tiny life in his arms, his eyes filled with inseparable love and sorrow.

After burying Zhuer, he took little Quan Yun and set off on the road back to the Sect.

Several days passed, and the journey was peaceful.

But he knew clearly in his heart.

Those people would not let the matter rest... The speeding carriage suddenly jolted and stopped.

Quan Batian's arm holding the child remained perfectly still, but his eyes instantly turned cold.

They've arrived.

Even with his extreme caution, they still tracked him down.

Outside the carriage, the world was silent.

The space ahead twisted and folded, completely blocking the path.

One.

Two.

Dozens of formidable Auras rose up from all directions, surrounding the carriage.

Every single Aura was terrifying.

At the very least, they were powerhouses at the Late Stage Grotto-Heaven Realm.

The three leaders, moreover, unleashed the mighty pressure belonging to the Heavenly God Realm without reservation; the three Divine Mights intertwined, causing the entire sky to change color.

"Quan Batian, hand over that Supreme Treasure."

A voice came from high in the sky, carrying a condescending, commanding tone.

"We can spare your lives."

One of the voices belonged to the Heavenly God who had been repelled by Quan Batian at the Quan Estate that day.

They were wary of Quan Batian.

A being who could defeat a Heavenly God while still in the True God Realm, now having successfully achieved a Breakthrough, possessed fighting strength that was absolutely beyond imagination.

The true major figures behind them were still sleeping; they did not want to clash with an endlessly potential lunatic at this time.

But they had to get their hands on that Supreme Treasure.

"Heh..."

Quan Batian let out a cold laugh.

The laughter was soft, yet filled with mockery and killing intent.

He slowly pulled back the curtain, holding the crying Quan Yun with one hand, his other hand clasped behind his back, and stepped down from the carriage, one step at a time.

"Spare our lives?"

His voice was very calm.

"Who will repay the life of my wife?"

The three Heavenly God powerhouses in the sky darkened their expressions.

"Quan Batian, don't be ungrateful! The respect we show you is already giving you sufficient face!"

"Is it worth it to make enemies of us for the sake of a dead person and a bastard who won't live long?"

Quan Ba's gaze turned cold.

A bastard?

His hand gently stroked the infant's cheek.

That Supreme Treasure had long since merged with Quan Yun's life.

Taking the treasure meant taking Quan Yun's life.

Furthermore, the hatred for the murder of his wife was irreconcilable!

Talking further was pointless.

"Then come and fight!"

The moment his voice fell, Quan Batian moved.

He didn't entrust the child to anyone; he simply held him with one hand, moving as fast as a streak of crimson lightning, actively charging toward the massive formation in the sky.

"Seeking death!"

The leading Heavenly God roared in anger, not expecting Quan Batian to dare be so arrogant.

The great battle erupted instantly!

"Boom!"

Quan Batian punched out, and the violent Heavenly God power instantly pulverized the nearest Grotto-Heaven Realm Cultivator, along with his Magic Treasure, into nothingness.

Having achieved the Breakthrough, he was more than ten times stronger than before.

But there were too many enemies.

Three Heavenly Gods, dozens of Grotto-Heaven Realm experts, and over ten True God Realm experts.

Although he was strong, two fists are hard to contend with four hands.

What was even more fatal was that he was holding a fragile infant in his arms.

He dared not use Divine Abilities with too large a range, nor could he allow the aftermath of the battle to touch Quan Yun in the slightest.

All his attacks were shackled by heavy constraints.

"Attack the infant!"

A Heavenly God saw his weakness and issued a chilling command.

Instantly, countless attacks bypassed Quan Batian and shot densely toward Quan Yun in his arms.

Quan Batian's eyes were splitting with rage; he could only use his own body to forcibly endure these attacks.

"Pfft!"

Even with his Heavenly God Realm Physical Body, simultaneously enduring the attacks of several peers and dozens of Grotto-Heaven Realm experts instantly caused him serious injury.

A mouthful of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He understood that if this continued, neither he nor Quan Yun would survive.

He must leave!

Quan Batian's eyes sharpened, and he made a decision.

He suddenly unleashed a terrifying Aura, temporarily forcing back the surrounding enemies, and with a flash of his figure, returned to the side of the carriage.

Inside the carriage, a young Maid was clutching the window tightly, her face deathly pale with fear.

She was Zhuer's personal Maid, Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu!"

Quan Batian shouted in a deep voice.

He shoved a broken stone, flashing with silver light, into the Maid's hand.

The stone was covered in cracks, looking as if it could shatter at any moment.

If Si Yun still had his memories, he would definitely recognize this as a Spatial Divine Stone, albeit a fragmented one.

"Take Quan Yun."

Quan Batian’s voice trembled slightly, but his tone allowed for no argument.

"Go!"

He placed Quan Yun, along with the warm swaddling clothes, into Xiaoyu's arms.

The Maid named Xiaoyu stared blankly at Quan Batian, then looked at the infant with a weak Aura in her arms.

"Master..."

Her tears burst forth.

"Please... take care."

"You must return safely..."

Quan Batian did not look back. He stepped on the Void Realm, every step radiating determination.

Alone, he faced the vast army.

"Today, no one gets past me!"

The Heavenly God power within him erupted completely, without reservation.

Xiaoyu dared not delay any longer.

Gritting her teeth, she frantically poured the meager Spiritual Power within her body into the Spatial Divine Stone in her hand.

The Divine Stone lit up with a faint glow, but there was no reaction for a long time.

Her cultivation base was too low.

It was simply not enough to activate this Divine Stone, even though it was fragmented.

What should I do?

A look of determination appeared on Xiaoyu's face.

She suddenly bit the tip of her tongue, spraying a mouthful of Vital Blood onto the Divine Stone.

"With my blood, ignite my Origin!"

She actually began burning her Vital Blood and Origin Spiritual Power to forcibly activate the Spatial Divine Stone.

This action was tantamount to destroying her own Foundation!

Her Aura rapidly weakened at a terrifying speed, her face quickly lost color, and she instantly aged ten years.

But even so, the light on the Spatial Divine Stone only brightened slightly, still showing no sign of activation.

Helplessness appeared in Xiaoyu's eyes.

Just then, she touched a cold, hard object in her embrace.

It was a Jade Stone.

It was the only item left to her by her family who had passed away years ago.

On the day her family was destroyed, Master and Madam saved her.

She would never forget this kindness.

The warmth of her relatives seemed to linger on the Jade Stone.

Xiaoyu's gaze became resolute.

She pressed the Jade Stone tightly against the Spatial Divine Stone, forming a strange and ancient Hand Seal with both hands.

"Reverse!"

One word escaped her mouth.

The Cultivation Technique within her body began to rapidly reverse along a completely opposite path.

The severe pain of her Meridians shattering made her tremble all over, but her Aura began to surge dramatically at that moment.

Her Foundation was completely collapsing, but her cultivation base was steadily rising.

Trading life for momentary power!

Finally.

"Buzz—"

The fragmented Spatial Divine Stone, infused with the two streams of power, erupted with brilliant silver-white light.

An unstable Spatial Vortex slowly formed inside the carriage.

Xiaoyu revealed a weak smile.

She lowered her head, looked at the sleeping infant in her arms, and used her last ounce of strength to gently kiss his forehead.

"Little Young Master..."

"You must... you absolutely must survive."

The silver light flashed, completely engulfing her and the infant's figures.