Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 769 - 778: The King Returns!

The moment the doctor carried the child out, it was still crying. The doctor quickly approached Ye Ling, recognizing him and naturally knowing that he was the child's father. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"Mother and child are safe!"

The doctor handed the child over to Ye Ling's arms. Despite having no strength left, Ye Ling miraculously cradled the child in his embrace.

Incredibly, the crying child suddenly ceased its tears and instead looked at Ye Ling, its eyes rolling about as they gazed at their biological father.

"Child, live well, and remember, you are Ye Ling's son, and you must become a true man!"

"All I can do is give my son his last name. My son shall be called Ye Yan!"

Ye Ling smiled faintly. Just then, a procession of people crying while carrying a stretcher covered with a white cloth proceeded down the nearby corridor, signifying someone's death.

"When I die, do not cry. I don't wish to come into this world with tears only to take them away again."

Ye Ling watched the crowd in the distance, his eyes gradually losing focus. Some are born, and some die; such is the world.

Mo Xing and the others, seeing the crowd at the end of the corridor, clenched their teeth in anger. By now, they had almost completely lost their minds.

"Damn it! Damn it! Why did they have to push it out at this time, why!"

"Ye Ling, pull yourself together. Their death has nothing to do with you. Wake up! Don't you dare think about sleeping!"

But Ye Ling just smiled, a smile that left a shredding pain in everyone's hearts. However, at that moment, the child in Ye Ling's hands suddenly began to cry again.

The wailing echoed throughout the entire hospital. Ye Ling, whose consciousness was somewhat lost, could no longer speak, his eyes closing, leaving only a faint trace of awareness.

Yet he was keenly aware that the child's cry brought a slight epiphany.

Crying does not only signify death; it is also the trumpet of a new life being born. Everyone cries when they come into the world, perhaps mourning the journey they have yet to endure.

This world, so bleak and real, leaves many feeling a deep sense of helplessness as they walk their paths, longing for the cry they made at birth.

It was a loud omen for the road ahead, but it was also the emergence of life.

And death, still comes with crying, perhaps not from oneself, but with the sobbing as countless others' souls disappear.

"The birth and extinction of life are both accompanied by crying."

"Being alive means that a disaster doesn't always spell death; it might also mean a rebirth!"

Ye Ling, with only a shred of consciousness left, suddenly realized this. His awareness was like a tiny speck of light in boundless darkness.

Only this tiny speck of light still flickered gently, the proof that Ye Ling was still alive.

"Ye Ling! Wake up! Look at your child, look at Ye Yan!"

"Ye Ling, don't fall asleep. Wake up, open your eyes!"

"You're the invincible King, the one who blood-washed the Divines Hall. How can you sleep? Open your eyes and look!"

In the corridor, Wang Shufen and the others completely broke down, each one roaring in low growls. The only one who still maintained some sanity was the Heavenly Emperor.

He could feel that Ye Ling, whose life was about to dissipate, had somehow managed to anchor the tiny spark of life at the last moment.

"Everyone, don't shout, Ye Ling is alright, there might be a miracle of life about to happen!"

The words of the Heavenly Emperor made everyone's eyes widen with hope as if they had grasped at the last straw of life. The Heavenly Emperor nodded, his belief firm in his heart.

"Where there is life, there must also be death."

"The birth of my son is due to the arrival of life."

"And that person's passing is because life has reached its end. To become an immortal is to step out of the long river of time, not to enter the six realms, not to enter Reincarnation."

"When hope and despair accompany each other, it's not always a bad thing, it might be the advent of another hope."

"The Destroyer Finger annihilates my body and meridians, but what it cannot extinguish is my consciousness!"

"I have withstood the Destroyer Finger several times, my consciousness, my state of mind, have transformed for the better during this gray period of time than ever before."

"That's because the Destroyer Finger extinguishes a hope, leading one to despair!"

"Without hope, there's only despair left, and then nothing but death."

"But my hope can't be extinguished, my consciousness can't be destroyed, my soul can't be obliterated, so I am still alive, and the Destroyer Finger is nothing but a whetstone that sharpens me!"

In an instant, Ye Ling had an epiphany. The speck of light, which had existed in the endless darkness like a grain of rice, suddenly burst forth with a terrifying radiance.

Blinding light illuminated the entire space, and Ye Ling's lifeless body suddenly started sparkling with flecks of golden light, symbolizing the presence of boundless hope!

"This guy! He really created a miracle!"

The Heavenly Emperor was instantly filled with excitement, and the people around, witnessing the faint golden glow on Ye Ling, were also immensely moved, knowing that there might be a significant turn of events.

The newly born Ye Yan, in Wang Shufen's arms, was rolling his eyes about, not at all like a newborn child.

On the other side, his father was slowly breaking out of his cocoon, reborn!

Threads of power reappeared within Ye Ling's body, vitality like a spring poured into the dried up dead tree.

The shattered meridians were regrouping at a visible rate, even wider and more resilient than before!

Power, a completely different kind of power from before, descended anew into Ye Ling's body. It was a terrifying aura, one that had transcended the mortal world.

The nine Divine Infants, originally shriveled up, slowly opened their eyes at this moment. The once wrinkled and lifeless Divine Infants revitalized with a newfound vitality.

Suddenly, Ye Ling, who had not displayed the slightest hint of life, abruptly moved and opened his eyes, which, once devoid of life, now shone with a dazzling divine brilliance.

With infinite sharpness and overwhelming divine might!

At this moment, Ye Ling, who was unrivaled and roamed the world freely, had returned!

Boom!

An enigmatic and profound aura erupted from within Ye Ling, and all present felt a terrifying presence that boasted neither arrogance nor ferocity.

This was a sense of the natural way of the Dao, wondrous and mystical, irresistible to the point of making one want to kneel in worship.

At this moment, Ye Ling was reborn, the King returned!