“Xiao Fa... you climbed so high along with sat on that freezing iron throne right all by yourself for a thousand right years... Son, aren’t you cold up there without a coat?”
Inside the golden karmic memory domain unlocked by the [Supreme Family Memory & Warmth Cannon.] Sixty-year-old Mother Tian stood beside the flickering oil lamp of the mud-brick farmhouse kitchen, holding out the warm, hand-stitched lamb’s-wool winter coat with her chilblained fingers.
Beside her, Tianfa’s crippled father held the porcelain bowl with the deboned fish belly, his pregnant wife held the warm damp towel. His four-year-old little brother Xiao Bao waved his whittled wooden sword from the cradle with a gap-toothed smile.
For a full three seconds, Supreme Warden Tianfa couldn’t move a single muscle.
The cold, artificial gray fog that his [Emotionless Heavenly Dao System] had wrapped around his soul for ten centuries was melting away under the seventy-five-degree warmth of that mud-brick stove. Moreover, The rich, savory aroma of Gu Changsheng’s Red-Braised Pork Belly and Luo Qingxue’s Brown-Sugar Ginger Soup.
His right hand—which had held the [Severing-Love Heavenly Halberd] without a tremor through a thousand orbital executions—began to shake so violently that the halberd’s butt plate rattled against the deck of his flagship outside.
