The world descends on Sky Island: God-level talents are drawn at the beginning.

While Zhang Lianmeng was teaching Han Yaoyao how to practice magic.

the other side.

A tall woman, nearly 1.9 meters tall, was also teaching.

She wore a light green elven armor, with tender green vines and blooming flowers entwined on it.

Her long, silver hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her pointed ears peeked out from between her strands, making her look lively and adorable.

She held a longbow that exuded a natural aura, its bow trembling slightly like a living tree.

This woman is none other than Su Xiaoyang.

Since changing to the hidden class: Elf Archer, her appearance has been constantly evolving towards that of an elven race.

In front of her stood a girl who was 1.6 meters tall but had a relatively youthful face, looking at Su Xiaoyang intently.

This girl inherited Su Xiaoyang's elfin features, with perfect facial features and pointed ears.

In addition, her innate elegance makes her appear like a fine work of art.

This young girl is, of course, Han Xing's other daughter: Han Zhi.

"Zhi'er, remember, the art of archery in the elven realm is not about the eyes, but about the heart."

Su Xiaoyang said softly. She drew her bow and nocked an arrow, without even aiming, but the arrow hit the bullseye accurately a kilometer away.

"Feel the flow of the wind, perceive the rhythm of life, and let the arrow become an extension of your will."

"Okay, Mom," Han Zhi replied obediently.

Then, she closed her eyes and focused her mind, as if a gentle breeze was flowing around her.

The next second, Han Zhi suddenly opened her eyes, and three arrows were simultaneously nocked on the bowstring.

With three soft "whoosh" sounds, the arrows drew three graceful arcs, hitting the bullseye simultaneously from different angles.

Although the two little girls are still young, they have already shown extraordinary talent, which fills Zhang Lianmeng and Su Xiaoyang with pride and joy.

Just then, Han Yaoyao, who was standing to the side, seemed to be getting tired of the repetitive spellcasting actions.

She lowered her small staff and looked at Zhang Lianmeng in front of her, saying, "Mom, I don't want to practice these basic fusion spells anymore."

"When will you teach me more advanced magic?!"

"It's the kind of magic you used before, where a fireball explodes with a 'bang!' and becomes bigger than a floating island!"

Zhang Lianmeng looked at the girl in front of her, a hint of helplessness and doting in her eyes.

"Yaoyao, any magic needs a solid foundation, otherwise it's all just castles in the air..."

She was about to continue when Han Yaoyao interrupted, "Only by carefully feeling the fluctuations of magic and constantly practicing can one grasp the true essence of magic, right..."

“Mom…you’ve said the same thing so many times…”

Hearing the girl's words, Zhang Lianmeng shook her head helplessly, her eyes full of doting affection.

She gently stroked Han Yaoyao's hair and said softly, "Yaoyao, Mom knows you find basic practice boring, but it's an essential step in every mage's growth."

Han Yaoyao pouted, her eyes gleaming with mischief: "But Mom, I've been practicing for so long."

"Look, little Zhi'er can hit three bullseyes at the same time, while I'm still practicing ice and fire fusion here."

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she tugged at Zhang Lianmeng's sleeve, pleading, "Mommy, let me rest for a while~"

"I want to go to the city center to see Dad's statue! I heard there are new wreaths to be laid for Dad today, I want to go see them!"

Looking at her daughter's expectant face, Zhang Lianmeng felt a surge of tenderness in her heart.

How could she not know her daughter's longing for her father?

From childhood, Han Yaoyao and Han Zhi grew up listening to their father's legends and developed an extreme admiration for Korean stars.

Every time they passed the statue in the city center, they would stop for a long time, as if that would bring them closer to their father.

But so far, they have only heard their father's voice on the phone, and have never actually seen the man.

Not to mention Han Yaoyao and Han Zhi, everyone present missed him very much.

"All right……"

Zhang Lianmeng finally agreed, but didn't forget to remind him, "However, you can only go for a short while, and you must take a guard with you. Remember to come back before sunset to continue practicing."

"That's great! Thank you, Mom!"

Han Yaoyao jumped up happily, eagerly put away her staff, and turned to run away.

"and many more!"

Zhang Lianmeng called her back and carefully straightened her daughter's collar, "Remember to be careful and don't run too far."

Han Yaoyao nodded repeatedly, her face beaming with a bright smile.

She waved to Han Zhi, who was practicing archery, and said, "Little Zhi'er, I'm going to Daddy's now!"

"Do you want to come along?"

Han Zhi stopped practicing, looked up at Su Xiaoyang tentatively, and asked softly, "Mom... can I go too?"

Many years later, Su Xiaoyang's face still retains the freshness of a young girl, but there is a touch of maturity between her brows.

Her pointed ears trembled slightly, and a gentle light shone in her emerald eyes.

"Go ahead, and remember to take good care of your sister."

Han Zhi's eyes immediately lit up with joy, and she gracefully bowed, saying, "Thank you, Mom!"

After receiving Su Xiaoyang's permission, Han Yaoyao couldn't wait to take Han Zhi's hand and run happily towards the palace gate.

However, just as they were about to run out of the square, a figure appeared silently in front of them.

The newcomer was dressed in casual clothes, with an upright posture and a handsome face that also carried a sense of composure.

Those deep eyes were filled with indescribable excitement and tenderness.

Upon seeing this stranger who had suddenly appeared, Han Yaoyao and Han Zhi abruptly stopped in their tracks.

They looked up and curiously examined each other.

The moment they saw the person's face, Han Yaoyao and Han Zhi were both stunned.

They had seen this face countless times in statues and portraits!

Han Yaoyao tilted her head and asked tentatively, "This older brother... looks so familiar... he looks just like my dad!"

Han Zhi also gently raised her head, her eyes filled with disbelief and a tentative look.

She asked softly, "Are you...our father?"

When the question was asked, the two girls nervously clutched the hem of their skirts, their faces showing a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

On the one hand, they were worried that the strange man in front of them was not him, but just a young man who looked a lot like their father.

She also worried about how she should react if it really was him.

At the same time, Han Xing looked at his two daughters' timid appearance and was filled with mixed feelings.

He slowly squatted down, his voice choked with emotion: "Yaoyao, Zhier... you've both grown so much."

These words were like a switch being flipped; Han Yaoyao and Bai Zhi froze, standing rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning.

The next moment, tears welled up in their eyes on their young and innocent faces.

Then, almost without thinking, Han Yaoyao and Bai Zhi rushed over instinctively, wanting to throw themselves into their father's arms.

However, just as the two little girls were about to step forward to recognize each other, several terrifying auras suddenly erupted from behind them!
"Yaoyao, Zhier, come back!" Zhang Lianmeng shouted sharply. With a wave of her staff, the two little girls were instantly pulled back behind her by a gentle yet irresistible force.

At the same time, Su Xiaoyang's longbow was fully drawn, and a bright green arrow was locked onto Han Xing's brow.

Cheng Jianyong and Shen Yun instantly entered battle mode.

Cheng Jianyong's greatsword ignited with raging flames, while Shen Yun's holy hammer clashed with his shield, unleashing a dazzling holy light.

The four people formed a circle around the two little girls, protecting them in the center.

Four terrifying waves of divine power rose from their bodies!

An overwhelming divine-king level pressure erupted from the territory of the Witch Clan, instantly sweeping across millions of kilometers and filling the entire Holy Spirit Realm!
The distant holy land of the elves, the capital of the dwarves, and the kingdom of the giants.

All the powerful figures felt this terrifying pressure and looked in shock towards the direction of Starry Sky City.

Han Xing looked at the group of people who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and was taken aback at first, then asked, "What... is going on?"

"You don't even recognize me anymore?"

Upon hearing this, the killing intent in the eyes of the four men intensified!
"Tell me! Who are you?"

Cheng Jianyong roared, his eyes burning with fury, "Brother Xing is clearly on the Lord Continent, there's no way he'll be back anytime soon!"

Shen Yun's icy voice followed: "The aura on you is completely different from that on Brother Xing!"

"How dare they impersonate the current Lord of the Holy Spirit Realm! They have some nerve!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the holy hammer in his hand high, and dazzling holy light surged out like a tide.

Zhang Lianmeng, standing beside her, raised her staff high, and a vast amount of elemental energy gathered and began to compress rapidly!
The arrow in Su Xiaoyang's hand had been drawn to a full moon shape, and the surrounding space was beginning to crack!
The oppressive aura of the four God-King level experts was so tangible that it firmly locked onto Han Xing.

The air in the entire square seemed to freeze; a great battle was about to break out.

At the same time, Han Xing sighed inwardly, understanding why they reacted that way.

After breaking through to the Divine Realm Lord in the Lord Continent, his life essence underwent a tremendous change, and his aura was indeed completely different from before.

Add to that the subtle changes brought about by time travel, and it's no wonder that people mistakenly thought he was an imposter.

"I really am a Korean star."

He spoke again with a helpless expression, looking sincerely at everyone, "Do you all remember? Little Sheep, the first time we met was..."

He began to recount past events known only to them, attempting to prove his identity.

At the same time, he was also quietly releasing a unique aura, an aura belonging to the origin of the Holy Spirit Realm, a mark that no imposter could imitate.

As he spoke, the guarded expressions on the four men's faces gradually relaxed, but they still did not put down their weapons.

Clearly, they need more conclusive evidence...

It wasn't until Han Xing revealed their experiences on Earth, even the embarrassing stories of Cheng Jianyong and Shen Yun pursuing their crushes in college and being ruthlessly rejected, that things changed.

When he finished speaking, both Cheng Jianyong and Shen Yun, the two God-King level experts, showed a hint of embarrassment on their faces.

Then, the embarrassment on their faces disappeared, replaced by a flushed red!

Because they had already confirmed that the man in front of them was indeed a Korean star!

The terrifying pressure that enveloped the entire Holy Spirit Realm vanished instantly. Cheng Jianyong's giant sword clattered to the ground, and Shen Yun's giant hammer nearly slipped from his grasp.

Su Xiaoyang and Zhang Lianmeng covered their mouths, tears welling up in their eyes instantly.

Han Yaoyao and Han Zhi were so excited that they trembled all over.

"Holy crap! It really is Brother Xing?!" Cheng Jianyong was the first to react, his voice trembling.

"It's me, I'm back." Han Xing smiled and opened his arms.

The next moment, the crowd surged forward like a tide, surrounding him completely.

Cheng Jianyong was the first to rush up and give Han Xing a big bear hug, so excited that he was incoherent.

"Brother Xing! How did you manage to come back so quietly?"

"And your aura changed so much, we didn't recognize you at all!"

Shen Yun was relatively restrained, but he patted Han Xing's shoulder hard, his eyes full of excitement: "Brother Xing, it's good that you're back."

Zhang Lianmeng and Su Xiaoyang, standing to the side, were already in tears.

They held Han Xing's hands, one on each side, their unspoken words turning into silent tears.

Ten years passed from when Han Xing perished together with the Time Beast to when everyone thought he was dead, and then another year passed when he went to the Lord Continent.

The longing that had lasted for eleven years finally broke through at this moment.

The two women were crying their eyes out, which made the Korean star feel heartbroken.

Cheng Jianyong and Shen Yun also wisely stepped aside.

The Korean star walked over and embraced the two of them.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

At that moment, Zhang Lianmeng and Su Xiaoyang felt as if they were in a dream when they heard those gentle and familiar words.

They have dreamed of this scene countless times over the past eleven years.

The sudden realization of this reality made them feel like it was not real.

“Brother Xing…”

"Brother Han Xing..."

The two women held Han Xing tightly, as if afraid that he would suddenly leave at any moment and everything would become an illusion.

Han Xing gently patted their backs and softly comforted them, "It's me, Lianmeng, Xiaoyang."

"I'm back..."

"And this time, we will never be apart again."

Upon hearing the last sentence, they nodded emphatically and hugged the Korean star even tighter.

Just then, a clear voice rang out from behind: "Mommy, and Little Lamb Mommy, let us see Daddy too."

Upon hearing this sound, Zhang Lianmeng and Su Xiaoyang were slightly startled, but then they realized what was happening.

They quickly looked behind them and found that the two girls, Han Yaoyao and Han Zhi, were staring at the man with wide eyes, their faces full of curiosity and anticipation.

Zhang Lianmeng and Su Xiaoyang blushed instantly.

He seemed somewhat embarrassed about crying like that in front of his daughter.

However, Han Xing just chuckled and then led Zhang Lianmeng and Su Xiaoyang to the two girls.

Han Yaoyao and Han Zhi looked up at the father they had only heard about in stories and asked tentatively.

Are you...our father?

Han Xing knelt down and gently stroked his two daughters' hair: "Of course it's me... We talked on the phone not long ago, remember?"

When she finished speaking, the probing and wariness on the two girls' faces disappeared, and tears welled up in their eyes.

Han Yaoyao suddenly threw herself into Han Xing's arms, crying out, "Waaah...it really is Daddy..."

"You've finally come back to see Yao Yao!"

Although Han Zhi was somewhat reserved, she gently leaned closer: "Dad...we missed you so much..."

...(End of chapter)