Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 518 My filial piety is as vast as the universe! [Please vote, please give monthly tickets, please subscribe!]

"That wretched man in black!"

The image of the Black Martial God King, lingering in his youngest son's mind at a point in his past, kept replaying in his thoughts, but in the morning he couldn't help but curse under his breath again.

"If that unknown man in black robes hadn't suddenly jumped out of the River of Time and punched me three times without warning, how could I have ended up like this?"

"If I hadn't become like this, I wouldn't have to be so timid about certain things, and I wouldn't have needed to rely on toughening up my youngest son to make a living!"

"Tsk tsk tsk ╮(￣▽￣)╭"

Wang Li put down her bowl and casually let out a burp.

Her gaze seemed to casually sweep over her family members at the dining table, but in reality, a wisp of her mind and will had already silently permeated her younger brother, who was lost in thought, like an unfathomable galaxy.

Or rather, it precisely locked onto the broken soul of their "Black God of War" father, which resided in the younger brother's mind and came from a parallel future world.

"Oh, Dad, what can I say to you? Can't you just stay in your own dilapidated future? Why do you have to rush into my time?"

Wang Li shook her head inwardly, "They have to try to imitate others by playing with time travel and going to the 'past' to cause trouble."

Your movements were so dramatic, like searchlights in the dark. Were you afraid that the 'future' wandering in the gaps of time wouldn't be able to find you?

If it weren't for my deep understanding of righteousness, knowing the timeless truth that "jade must be carved to become a vessel," and "a father must be tempered to become a useful person," and if I hadn't endured the pain and tears in the river of time to deliver three punches to you, shattering your restless body and leaving only this wisp of your original consciousness attached to Xiao Luo, who knows where you'd be being chased in some timeline right now, perhaps even bringing the war to me. Although, I'm not really that afraid.”

Wang thought about how, at that time and space singularity, he was wearing a black robe and threw those three punches with "Galactic Starburst," "Athena's Lament," and "Zodiac Twelve Roars."

That feeling was truly palpable, with precise force and a surge of filial piety as powerful as a supernova explosion!

The force was controlled to the absolute perfection!
It completely shattered the old man's illusions, and his early arrival might trigger an even larger-scale spacetime paradox.

It also skillfully stripped away and left behind a wisp of his pure remnant soul, containing his core consciousness and martial arts experience, enough to serve as Xiao Luo's 'portable grandfather'.

This not only gave Dad a chance to start over... no, it gave him a chance to relearn how to be a good father and a good grandfather in a peaceful era.

It also preserves a precious legacy of martial arts and high-end combat power for our Wang family from the future!
This is a far-sighted act of filial piety that benefits future generations by "sacrificing the son to preserve the father"!
The more Wang Li thought about it, the more she felt that she had put in a lot of effort, made perfect plans, possessed both wisdom and courage, and her filial piety had moved all the heavens and the myriad worlds. Moreover, her three punches were simply a stroke of genius, full of wisdom and foresight.

As for the claim that he "heard" his remnant father's various grievances, frustrations, and anger in his younger brother's mind, along with the various curses and clenched-teeth mutterings against that "damned black-robed man," he remained silent.

"Hehehe, go ahead and curse me. You're cursing the man in black robes, what does that have to do with me?"

Wang Li didn't care at all; on the contrary, she felt a subtle sense of pleasure and tolerance watching her father, who came from a future timeline, act strangely.

“Son, my heart is as vast as the stars and the sea; how could I possibly hold a grudge against you over such a trivial matter?”

After all, he's already been beaten up like this, what else can he do?
So all I can do is vent my frustration.

"Hmm, look how lively and energetic Dad is now, he must still be very energetic." Wang Li thought for a moment, then suddenly grinned.

"When I have time, I will still carefully use various multiverse-level extreme situations such as the collapse of galaxies, the end of desolation, magnetic field disturbances, and the sinking of desires to 'kindly' and 'comprehensively' temper your remnant soul, so that you can 'grow strong' in extreme pain and pressure, stimulate your potential, and solidify your foundation."

Father, my deepest filial piety, which I give day and night without ceasing, is witnessed by heaven and earth, and shines as brightly as the sun and moon!

"If you hadn't gone through the trials and tribulations of your son, who is so 'filial,' how could you have so quickly washed away the dust of the apocalypse and adapted to this peaceful era?"
How can I better play the role of a "portable grandpa" and protect and educate my little brother Wang Luo?
How can we break through and rebuild, restore the glory of your Black Warrior God, and even go further, to continue to dominate the world and protect your family in the great era that is destined to be magnificent and full of crises in the future?
Even though you're my dad from a parallel world, you're still my dad!
The bond of blood cannot be severed by time or space!
As a son, isn't it perfectly natural, reasonable, and even exemplary for him to give his father a small, powerful shock and a "lesson of love" from the pinnacle of power across the myriad realms?

Thinking of this, Wang Li's gaze towards her bratty younger brother across the way unconsciously carried the "kindness," "expectation," and "sense of accomplishment" of an old farmer looking at his own crops, which, after careful fertilization, pest control, and irrigation, were growing well and were about to yield a bumper harvest.

A surge of pride welled up within him, along with a profound sense of responsibility to safeguard the future of his family: "Are you kidding me? In the surrounding villages of Laijun City, the Great Han Federation, everyone knows that I, Wang Li, am a renowned filial son! Although I 'crazy beat up' my father every night and constantly 'torture' him in various ways, it's all out of my deep love and a desire to temper him. It stems from a son's overflowing, boundless filial piety towards his father!"

"How did my father, Wang Zhenjiang, acquire his earth-shattering, awe-inspiring martial god-level strength? Wasn't it through the constant 'love-driven tempering' that I, his son, gave him, that he forged it through countless trials and tribulations?"
As the old saying goes, a strict father produces a filial son!
Conversely, a filial son... well, a filial son can also be molded into a strong father through 'strict' care!

That makes perfect sense! As for this alternate world, so what if he's my dad in that parallel universe? He's still my dad!
Timelines cannot be faked!
Because he comes from another world, he is less familiar with the current environment and faces greater potential risks. That's why he needs me, his son, to give him a hundred times, or even ninety times, more care and training!
This is my way of showing filial piety!

His inner monologue was incredibly intense, his filial piety surging so much that it almost seemed to overflow from his body like tangible light. Throughout breakfast, his consciousness was engaged in a grand and passionate self-indulgence and a sublimation of "filial piety."

As for the feelings and pain of the remnant soul of the father in the parallel world?

These are all necessary and insignificant growing pains in the process of tempering, a testament to your love as steadfast as a mountain.
This is the best proof of my filial piety, which is as vast as the universe!

(End of this chapter)