Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 517 Black Martial God King: His father didn't understand, but was deeply shocked. [Requesting recommendation votes, monthly votes, and subscriptions!]

Main world, Great Han, Lai Jun, Wang Family Farmhouse.

Time passed slowly, the long night finally ended, the silver moon faded, and the golden sun rose.

As the golden morning light shone through the windows, it cast shimmering, golden shadows on the restaurant floor of Wangjia Farmhouse.

The air was filled with the aroma of rice porridge and the refreshing tang of homemade pickled vegetables, occasionally punctuated by the lazy quacking of ducks in the backyard.

Wang Li, who had already gotten up and finished getting ready, was now engrossed in the plump duck that her mother had carefully prepared.

He ate with extraordinary focus, one bite at a time, with boundless enthusiasm, practically a reflection of himself from last night, roaring through the galaxy in the river of time and defying the end of his future self.

"But speaking of which, last night that 'Immortal Wang Li of the Heavenly Realm' invited me to visit his Qingcheng Great Thousand Timeline. I wonder how the ducks he raises in his Qingcheng Grotto-heaven taste, and whether they are even tastier."

While eating the duck, Wang's mind was filled with a variety of thoughts.

To be fair, without exaggeration or bias, Wang Li would bet her own life that those incredibly powerful "selves" who emerged from the future timeline—don't be fooled by their roaring chaotic torrents, their chilling final annihilation, their otherworldly elegance, their lifeless despondency, their domineering ruthlessness and desire to destroy everything, their cold rationality in repairing data, or that one person who ultimately faded into obscurity.

But every single one of them absolutely, without a doubt, kept a male prostitute in their own timeline!
After all, how could I not know my own taste?

No matter how many flaws you develop, some of your inherent tastes are absolutely impossible to change, like your teeth and mouth!
"I wonder if there are similar situations in their timeline..." Wang glanced quickly to the left and right without changing his expression, his face softening slightly.

Well, compared to Wang Li's unflappable expression during breakfast, the atmosphere at the other people at the table was subtly tense, like a taut string.

Huo Qingfu sat to Wang Li's left, dressed in a neatly tailored dark casual outfit that made her skin appear even whiter, and her eyes and brows exuded a cool and aloof air.

She ate with elegance, sipping her white porridge in small sips.

Her gaze would occasionally sweep seemingly unintentionally over Li Yuanzhu beside her. Her eyes were calm and still, yet like a stream in early spring, covered with a thin layer of ice on the surface, with undercurrents surging beneath.

Yuanzhu was sitting to Wang Li's right.

She carefully picked up a piece of duck and placed it in Wang Li's bowl, saying softly, "Ah Li, have a taste."

Little sister Wang Lulu blinked her big eyes, looking at her older sister Huo on the left and then at her older sister Yuanzhu on the right, her little head seemingly lost in thought.

Wang Li completely ignored the expectant look on his younger sister Wang Lulu's face as she looked at the duck in her bowl. He simply exclaimed "Ah!" and without hesitation, ate the duck into his mouth.

Yuan Zhu then picked up her bowl and ate in small bites, occasionally glancing at Wang Li with a faint smile on her lips. The smile was like the warm spring sun, not scorching, but just right.

As for Wang Li's younger brother, Wang Luo, he was sitting in a high chair, looking as if he were in a trance, with lifeless eyes, weak hands, and unsteady feet.

I don't know what I did last night, but the child seems completely useless, showing absolutely no interest in the silent drama unfolding at the dinner table.

Wang Luo's listless eyes silently swept across the scene. If it weren't for the restrictions, he would have already stood on the dining table with his hands on his hips. "What a bunch of childish adults! When will you ever be able to launch a counterattack against those alien worlds and contend with the alien gods, evil gods, and wicked gods in those worlds? It seems that in the end, this big man still needs me, Wang Luo, to save him!"

"Don't you think so, Dad from another world? Dad? Dad!! Say something!"

"Shut up! Now eat your kids' meal properly!" In his mind, Wang's father, annoyed by his younger son from another parallel world, said impatiently.

Such a beautiful family morning routine was something Wang's father could never even dream of in his own dilapidated, desolate world.

Even this kind of life couldn't calm Wang Luo's youngest son down.
It seems I didn't beat him enough last night.

"And... last night, those things..." Wang's father, now only a remnant of his soul, frowned deeply in his youngest son's mind.

Even though he was brutally killed by that unknown man in black robes, leaving only a remnant soul, his own power and status, and even some things in the timeline of the shattered future land that he represented, were beyond question.

Therefore, things that ordinary people cannot understand, or even observe, are as clear as the lines on a hand, and are perfectly visible to her.

But the more this was the case, the more unpredictable it became for Wang's father to understand the various changes that had occurred the previous night.

Regardless of whether it was a world-shaking, terrifying ceremony that terrified countless people.

It was still that sudden ripple of time that came from the depths of chaotic time, a ripple so powerful that even the gods trembled at its slightest aftershock.

Regardless of which one it was, it left Wang's father feeling unsettled.

Moreover... there's no reason why it wouldn't experience such a terrifying upheaval that involves the entire world, even spreading and covering countless other time and space realms, and almost shaking the very foundations of time and space.

Moreover, Lenovo is shining brightly overhead, as if it were freely scattering its radiant starlight, vying with the silver moon for brilliance—a "golden sun" that shouldn't even exist...

Is this still the "past" I know?

He didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked!
No matter how shocked he was, there was one thing he knew.

That is, no matter how the world changes, "power" remains constant.

The strong always make countless more mistakes than the weak!

Now all that's left of my remnant soul is me. I have no extraordinary opportunities, and the next few decades will be uneventful. So I can only make things harder for my youngest son!
Thinking of this, Wang's father felt a surge of resentment, wondering if he had been spoiling his youngest son too much these past few days, to the point that she had become complacent!
As a dignified Black Martial God, he was not someone to be trifled with. He had plenty of strength and means to properly deal with his youngest son, so that he could gain a foothold in the era destined to be magnificent in the future!
As for the eldest son...

Wang's father's remnant soul glanced at his eldest son, Wang Li, who was wholeheartedly and happily eating the ducks of his two childhood sweethearts, completely unaware of his prying eyes.

"Sigh, never mind, let him be." Wang's father shook his head.

(End of this chapter)