After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

I didn't think about success or failure; all I had were memories, memories of everything that happened here.

Recalling the fatherly love He Anhai gave me, recalling my childhood memories.

His own father, that blurry figure…

Night fell, and all was silent and moonless.

As Qin Chuan refined the pills, unknowingly, the entire furnace gradually emitted indescribable sounds.

It's like a celestial melody, like a funeral song, sometimes joyful, sometimes melancholic.

The voice, tinged with reluctance, slowly spread and echoed across the fourth peak.

After everyone on the Fourth Peak heard this...

Everyone raised their heads, staring blankly at the place where the sound came from the mountaintop.

The sound was like the wind.

It swept through everyone's hearts, creating ripples and stirring up memories within them.

It seems like she's reminiscing about her past self.

In these memories, everyone is different.

It's like a grown-up child looking at their father's bent back.

In an instant, I realized that my father had grown old... and a pang of sadness welled up in my heart.

It was as if she was recalling her childhood and the strictness she faced with her father.

The rebellion that arose in my heart once cried out in my mind.

"Stop rambling!"

But many years later, he saw an elderly man with a full head of white hair lying in bed.

You hold his thin hand, tears streaming down your face, and whisper in your heart.

"Tell me more... about my father..."

Many people, without realizing it, have abandoned all their spiritual practice and are staring blankly at the mountaintop.

I didn't realize that I had already shed tears in this reminiscence.

Li Yun Chu opened her eyes, her gaze blank, and her sadness slowly surfaced.

She thought of the Li family and her parents.

“I want to go home…” Li Yunchu murmured.

The sounds emanating from inside the alchemy furnace echoed throughout the entire Fourth Peak, but Qin Chuan was unaware of this.

He was lost in thought, refining elixirs as if composing music.

Like wood carving, it is meticulously carved.

In this way, thoughts that cannot be expressed in words are incorporated into it.

The sound of the pills being refined in the furnace was originally quite ordinary.

But now, it contains emotions, it contains Qin Chuan's thoughts.

It seemed to possess life, to possess a spirit, and to transcend the sounds of nature.

After all, the most touching thing in this world is love...

Love may be beautiful, but it is far less selfless than family affection.

Gradually, the disciples of the Demon Immortal Sect on the third and fifth peaks also heard the sounds of alchemy coming from the fourth peak.

This sound doesn't need to express anything; once you hear it, you'll let go of all your spiritual practice.

I stood there quietly, and through that sound, I thought of my father.

More and more disciples fell silent in the face of this sound.

In their minds, scenes of their own memories unfolded.

My father, smoking his pipe, his wrinkled face in the setting sun, turned around.

With a calming smile, he stroked his head.

In the sunlight, I rode on my father's shoulders, being lifted high above him.

Laughter carried joy, and at that time, I didn't know that my laughter was my father's happiness...

Upon hearing this voice, Wang Zhuoyun stopped meditating and stared blankly into the dark void in the distance.

He... thought of his strict father.

Song Jia remained silent.

She lowered her head, feeling as if her heart was suddenly being torn apart.

She will always remember that year, when her father took her inside the Hundred Flowers Gate, his figure staggering.

Gradually, the second and sixth peaks also heard the sound.

This voice carried a father's love, which even the fiercest wind could not dispel.

Even the most wicked person in the world can find their own memories in this sound.

Once, when you raised your hand, I glared at you angrily, even fought back and slammed the door as I left.

I didn't see your trembling body or your disappointed gaze.

Until that rainy night, I, who was seriously ill in bed, opened my blurry eyes.

Seeing your white-haired figure, I kneel before the gods in prayer.

I was busy with my illness, selling everything, all so that my son could recover.

At that moment, my hands were trembling, and my heart was being torn apart.

I want to open my mouth and say... Father, I was wrong.

The sounds of alchemy gradually reached the First Peak and then the Seventh Peak.

The sound echoed from both mountain peaks.

The first level of the Demon Immortal Sect, encompassing all areas, including outer disciples, inner disciples, and core disciples.

Even the elders, everyone…

Even the most powerful immortal in this world.

In his heart, a memory of that voice will also arise.

It evoked a sense of resonance and stirred up memories.

The entire Demon Immortal Sect fell silent in that instant…

Everyone felt as if they had returned to the past through this sound.

The supreme peak is the first peak, followed by the second, third, fifth, sixth, and seventh peaks...

The six supreme beings raised their heads one by one in response to this voice.

Looking at the fourth peak, their expressions were filled with melancholy.

They saw Qin Chuan refining pills and heard his voice coming from within the pill-refining process.

Even among them, the Supreme One who had previously been most disgusted with He Jiusheng.

At this moment, everyone was silent, and only sighs could be heard.

"He... has finally grown up, Brother Anhai... may you have a safe journey."

At that moment, another voice emerged within the Demon Immortal Sect.

That sound... is the sound of a bell.

It's also... a death knell!

On the second peak, Song Jia leaned against a pine tree and stared blankly in the direction of the fourth peak.

Her eyes had become glazed over, and tears had already streamed down her cheeks.

Dan's voice echoed in her ears.

The sound stirred ripples in her heart, forming scene after scene of her past memories.

My father in my memory, myself in my memory…

Some people call their daughters "the apple of their eye," and in Song Jia's memory, that's exactly what it means.

She... was the apple of her father's eye.

The sound of the cinnabar echoed, rising and falling, reverberating throughout the entire First Heaven.

It infected millions of people, including Huo Shuixian.

Huo Shuixian remained silent.

Her heart was filled with complex emotions, a mixture of restlessness and reminiscence.

Her reminiscences stemmed from her thoughts of her father and her uncle, who, while seemingly gentle, was also strict.

And, warm memories from my childhood.

Her agitation stemmed from the sound emanating from the fourth peak.

She could feel the affection Qin Chuan felt for someone who wasn't his father.

"Uncle, was your decision back then the right one?"

Huo Shuixian murmured softly.

Before she knew it, tears had appeared in her eyes.

She thought of her childhood, whenever she saw her uncle alone, gazing into the distance with a deep and complex look in his eyes.

There seemed to be a kind of love in that gaze.

Huo Shuixian didn't understand it at the time, but when she grew up and looked back, she realized that it was a kind of love.

It is a person who exists somewhere in the distant void, whose existence is unknown.

Fatherly love is completely different from motherly love.

He was more reserved, more taciturn, like a mountain.

If you visit him when you are young, he will be your guardian angel.

When a boy goes to see him, he seems to become an obstacle blocking his view.

When you're young, you might feel that he's gotten shorter, and you think you're taller than him.

But when you're middle-aged, and you look at that mountain again, you'll suddenly realize...

He was always there, silently watching his pride.

Regardless of arrogance, selfishness, or narrow-mindedness, he was tolerant, silently tolerant.

You will feel a pang of sadness, and you will suddenly realize that this... is fatherly love.