Before him, Yun Zheng was clad in armor, cradling an infant swaddled in a quilt.
The infant stared with hollow eyes, utterly blank and lifeless, akin to a soulless doll.
"Ningning, I am your father, please look at your father..."
Yun Zheng gazed sorrowfully at the emotionless, mechanical infant in his arms, his voice choked and weeping, eyes full of tears.
Beside him, Yun Wanchen held the soft and adorable little hand, lowering her gaze in silent sorrow, her face a picture of sadness and grief.
Witnessing this scene, Yun Wanqing furrowed her brows deeply.
It seemed that upon her unexpected return, the body lost its soul, destined for immediate death, yet due to her diligent cultivation, a vast Divine Power remained within the body.
It was precisely this nourishing power that miraculously sustained the body's life.
However, lacking a soul, it became a soulless shell, devoid of emotions, speech, or thoughts.
Yun Wanqing felt both sorrowful and guilty.
