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Back For My Daughter

"Dad promises that I will always be there with you, my little baby." It was Ye Qian's promise to his child who was yet to be born. However, fate didn't seem to agree as it took his life in the form of an accident before he could see his little one's face. The promise that was made to his wife and daughter reverberated as he left the world, just two months before the child was born. He died, but his soul transmigrated to another body in a different realm. 5000 years of deliberate cultivation in the heavenly realm as a venerable, helped him to reveal the secrets that could pave way for his return to the mortal world. Finally, he achieved the ultimate power to break through the spatial tear and return to earth. "Don't worry, my baby. Dad is on the way to meet you," He chanted as he confronted the tribulation. Even when earthly suppression depleted his cultivation, he frets not. All he wants is to meet his family and fulfil the word he once gave to his daughter and her mother. Let's accompany Ye Qian on his journey to search for his family and witness his efforts to keep his wife and daughter happy as he helps them to cultivate, for an eternity together. Join Ye Qian on a journey where he struggles against the norms of the world. ______________________________ Note: The story will have 2K + chapters, and all this happens within a time of 1 or 1.5 Years of the story, so the Story is bound to have a very slow pace. Hope you guys enjoy it.

HaoShu · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
1304 Chs

Hopes Getting Torn Into Pieces

Meanwhile, as the girls were going back to their benches.

A few tens of meters away and out of the perimeter walls that surrounded the school, their friend whom they had run behind in worry was flying high in the air while her eyes fixated on a figure that was unusually walking towards the school.

"CHIIIII"

Feifei let out a chirp before she dashed at a great speed right towards the figure.

As for the person up to whom Feifei was rushing at.

It was a young man wearing some plain clothes with his hair quite long when compared to the normal men and tied into a pony.

In his hand was a paper with various kinds of inscriptions and symbols that looked more like a compass.

And no matter what direction the wind was blowing, the paper which had a dark blue arrow pointing at one end only faced the direction of the school which was a few tens of meters away from him.