Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

"Xiang...Ling..."

Two words were squeezed out of his throat with difficulty, so faint as to be almost inaudible, yet they exhausted all his strength.

The girl standing in the void, Xiangling, was completely stunned when she saw the Thunder God King's extremely aged appearance, as if he would turn into dust at any moment.

This is...my own father?

That towering figure in her memory, always standing tall and strong, able to hold up the sky for her?

How could it... have turned out like this?

Her clear eyes, which had been filled with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity, were instantly covered by a thick layer of mist. She could clearly sense how weak and flickering the flame of life contained within the hunched body before her was, like a candle burning in the wind.

And how terrifying was the churning, dark gray fog around him, exuding an aura of ending and destruction!

Just standing here, the source energy in her body began to stagnate, and her soul felt a series of needle-like stings.

And her father guarded this desolate place day after day, year after year!

An indescribable bitterness and heartache gripped her heart.

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, she lifted her skirt and strode through the distorted void towards the figure that had been lonely for millennia.

Every step was taken with unwavering determination.

With each step, Thor's trembling body shook even more violently.

He wanted to reach out and greet the figure he longed for, but his withered arm was too heavy to lift. Ten thousand years of guarding had long since worn down his strength to a dangerous degree.

Ye Feng stood to the side, silently taking another swig of wine, the purple-gold gourd swaying gently in his hand. He watched the scene of the father and daughter's reunion, the usual drunkenness and playfulness on his face quietly disappearing, and he simply became a quiet spectator.

All he could do was bring the people here.

The rest is up to them.

Finally, Xiangling arrived before Thor.

Looking at her father's deeply lined face, his chapped lips and withered silver hair, she could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her smooth cheeks.

"Father!"

A clear, yet tearful cry echoed distinctly through this deathly silent labyrinth!

That cry of "Father" was like a divine thunderbolt that split the heavens and the earth, striking the long-dead heart of the Thunder God King!

His entire consciousness went blank for a moment!

What did she... what did she call me?

Father?

She didn't resent me? She didn't hate me?

Thor's cloudy blue eyes suddenly widened, filled with unbelievable ecstasy and overwhelming guilt.

He originally thought that after ten thousand years, when his daughter saw him again, even if she didn't draw her sword, she would definitely be filled with resentment and unfamiliarity.

He was even prepared to bear all of his daughter's anger and questions.

But, no!

Nothing at all!

Only that one word, filled with longing and heartache... Father!

"You've worked so hard all these years!"

Xiangling stretched out her slightly trembling hand and gently, carefully brushed away a wisp of gray-black mist that clung to the Thunder God King's shoulder. The mist hissed and corroded the moment it touched her fingers, but she paid no attention.

Her actions and words completely shattered the last line of defense in Thor's heart.

His hunched body could no longer support him, and he swayed backward violently.

"Xiangling..."

Thor's voice was hoarse and filled with unspeakable self-blame and pain.

"As your father... I haven't spent a single day by your side all these years. Don't you... do you have even the slightest bit of resentment towards me?"

He asked the question that had lingered in his heart for millennia, a question that had tormented him for millennia.

He fears!

He was afraid to hear the answer he least wanted to hear from his daughter.