Deep within an abyssal zone in an independent space attached to Earth, an entire world lay hidden beneath the frozen wastelands of Antarctica.The temperature was impossibly low, yet the space brimmed with dense spiritual energy. It flowed through the mountains, seeped into frozen lakes, and swirled around towering waterfalls, transforming this frigid world into a paradise for cultivation.More importantly, it wasn't directly part of Earth. It was an independent miniature world attached to the planet, completely hidden from satellites and conventional detection.Murong Wuque had discovered this place several months ago while trying to evade people who had been trailing him.More accurately, the entrance had responded to his bloodline and pulled him inside.Since then, he had modified and strengthened the laws governing this little paradise, reinforcing its boundaries and ensuring that no one would discover its existence.Who could have imagined that another world lay hidden beneath An

After spending the entire day overseeing the relocation of his companies' remaining manufacturing plants into underground bunkers, Alvin finally had a moment to himself.It was three in the afternoon, and he was utterly exhausted.He had arranged for manufacturing facilities across different countries to be relocated to underground bunkers reinforced against earthquakes and bomb blasts. It had been an exhausting operation, coordinating everything while ensuring that the necessary precautions were taken without attracting unwanted attention.Within his companies, life continued as usual. Employees went about their work, executives attended meetings, and deals were closed without anyone suspecting that anything was wrong.But beneath the surface, Alvin was making preparations for a disaster that could change the world forever.He had already moved the most important assets and operations to secure locations. Whatever happened next, he refused to let his businesses become casualties of t

Hidden World's Abyssal ZoneThe snowstorm surrounding Murong Wuque had grown increasingly violent. Snow swirled and howled around him, its furious currents completely swallowing his figure until he was almost invisible within the blizzard.Only the flickering radiance surrounding him remained visible.Strands of purple, silver, and golden light intertwined in the storm, swirling around his body in an endless current. Behind him loomed the colossal shadows of spirit beasts, their forms barely discernible through the raging snow.A golden Dragon with silver eyes, a qilin beast, a monstrous Koi, a Phoenix, even a white tiger.Their majestic silhouettes hovered behind him, radiating an ancient, overwhelming pressure. Beyond them, the phantoms of numerous rare spirit trees emerged, their branches stretching into the void like manifestations of an ancient paradise. The scene resembled a projection of his soul sea and fate palace, revealing the extraordinary foundation supporting his cultiv

Aurelio just wouldn't stop crying, adding to Alvin's mounting irritation.He lowered the tray onto the centre table and held the baby with both hands."All right, sorry, Your Honour. I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you." He swung Aurelio gently in his arms, trying to calm him down.Aurelio showed no signs of stopping. His little lips drew together in a trembling pout before he promptly burst into another round of tears."My goodness. You're just impossible to handle, you..."Alvin sighed and adjusted Aurelio in his arms, rocking him gently."All right, little prince. Dad is so sorry. I shouldn't have startled you. It was Papa's fault for holding the soup within your reach. Forgive him, hmm?"He continued whispering words of comfort until, finally, Aurelio's sobs subsided.Alvin slowly exhaled, as though a giant weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders, and made his way to the sofa. He carefully lowered himself onto the cushion.Aurelio was sucking on his tongue, his l

The thought was ridiculous.Alvin was, at most, a higher-ranking True God Master. How could he possibly subdue a Divine Emperor like Murong Wuque if things came down to a fight?He couldn't.The knowledge only made his helplessness more frustrating.Suppressing the emotions threatening to rise within him, Alvin climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom.By the time he returned, Aurelio had been cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes. Every trace of cereal had disappeared from his face.He was now standing between Murong Wuque's thighs, gripping his trousers while babbling a stream of incomprehensible words.The little tyrant was full of energy that morning, apparently determined to make the most of his father's presence. Murong Wuque was busy working, but Aurelio didn't seem to mind. He happily climbed all over him, content to entertain himself as long as he could remain close.Alvin watched them, and another problem dawned on him.Aurelio seemed even more attached to Murong Wuq