"Great Emperor, your hair has grown long again. Let Yao'er give you a trim,"

In the fourth level of the human ancestral tomb, the House of Destiny.

The girl, bearing the title of "Pure and Unblemished Virgin," with a noticeable bulge in her belly, held scissors and a wooden comb in her hands, clumsily walking towards Chen Yu.

"Stop! Slow down! Don't fall over." Chen Yu, who was in the middle of meditating and nurturing his qi, suddenly opened his eyes wide and hurriedly got up to support her. "Be careful with the child."

The baby inside Li Yao's belly was the key to unlocking the doors of the House of Destiny.

If there were a miscarriage, losing access rights, he would be trapped here forever.

"Great Emperor, didn't you say that all history is predetermined? You will return safely to two thousand years later," the girl smiled.

Through the initial exchanges between Chen Yu and the queen.

And the companionship over the past seven or eight months.

Li Yao had come to know quite a lot of things.

"Don't call me Great Emperor," Chen Yu waved his hand. "There was never a Great Emperor. Just call me Yu from now on."

"In my eyes, you will always be the Great Emperor," the girl's eyes sparkled.

Then, without further ado, the girl raised the scissors and wooden comb and began to give Chen Yu a haircut.

And even shaved his beard on the side.

"Your Majesty, it's done." She put away the scissors and walked around Chen Yu, satisfied. "Very handsome."

"Since we entered, how much time has passed?"

"Eight months and twenty-two days."

"You're about to give birth?"

"Mhm," the girl shyly lowered her head.

"…Sigh." Looking at the girl's bulging abdomen, Chen Yu let out a deep sigh.

The better part of a year had passed.

Every time he recalled how the queen actually implanted the child into Li Yao, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

"It's madness…"

…

Ten months and six days.

On the makeshift operating bed in the House of Destiny,

Chen Yu washed his hands clean and quietly watched the girl with rapid breathing.

"Your… Your… Majesty… I'm going to give birth…"

"Alright. Stay calm, push hard, don't worry," Chen Yu said expressionlessly. "When it comes to delivering a child, I, Chen, am experienced."

The physique of a Transcendent far surpassed that of an ordinary person.

In no time at all, accompanied by a loud cry, a baby boy was held in Chen Yu's arms.

"Waah! Waah! Waah!"

The baby boy cried, with his eyes tightly shut and his hands flailing.

"Your Majesty… Let me see our child." Sweat poured down the girl's body, still carrying the title "Pure and Unblemished Virgin," over her head.

Chen Yu: "…"

Carrying the baby in his arms.

For some reason, he suddenly felt an urge to throw the child to the ground.

And then to curse out loud—for this child, I almost lost a great general!

"Here."

After a moment of silence, Chen Yu handed the baby boy to the girl.

"Baby…" A radiant glow of motherly love, as if shedding holy light, shone on Li Yao's beautiful little face as she hugged the baby boy tightly. She naturally began to breastfeed.

Chen Yu: "…"

"Your Majesty, do you think he looks like anyone?"

Continuing in silence for a while, Chen Yu picked up an empty cloth bag from the ground, and in a jiffy, fashioned it into a duckbill cap, which he placed on the baby boy's head: "He looks like a buddy of mine."

…

One year, two months, and seven days.

"Gaga gaga gaga—"

The baby boy, only a few months old, could already crawl very quickly. He looked around with round, wide-eyed curiosity.

"Are you hungry? Mommy will be right back,"

"Gaga gaga…"

Ignoring the interaction between mother and son,

Chen Yu sat cross-legged in a corner, continuously imprinting his supernatural abilities onto blank scrolls.

"Swoosh—"

Unfortunately,

Every successfully imprinted scroll would be invariably rejected by the "House of Destiny" and vanish instantly.

"Why is this?"

Chen Yu frowned tightly, unable to understand.

The very first step he took when he entered, the "scrolls of supernatural abilities" he carried on his back disappeared, leaving only the blank scrolls not yet imprinted.

This also confirmed.

The sacred edict of the human Transcendent world had indeed been "sent out" by him.

'Damn it.'

He cursed fiercely in his heart and threw all the scrolls away.

"Gaga… gaga gaga…" The noise attracted the baby boy's attention. He wobbled to his feet, excitedly raised his arms high and screamed at Chen Yu, "Gaga… Daddy…"

Chen Yu: "Call me Yu."

…

One year and five months.

Chen Yu, on high alert, cradling the duckbill-cap baby boy, holding the girl's hand, stood before a partition door in the House of Destiny, his gaze serious and focused.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Li Yao nodded firmly.

"Beyond this door lies the world two thousand years later," Chen Yu explained in detail. "But as each of our time flow rates is slightly different, it is likely we won't end up together once we go through the door." Continue your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire

"Understood," Li Yao continued to nod.

"OK." Taking a deep breath, Chen Yu took the lead and stepped forward. "See you on the other side."

"Until we meet again!" The girl beamed a bright smile.

Duckbill-cap baby: "Dada… Baba…"

…

The world turned upside down.

As if falling into a dream.

After a brief moment of daze, Chen Yu opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.

This was the third level of the human ancestral tomb.

The side-by-side burial mounds verified the timeline of this place.

"… The number of tombs is the same as in my memory."

"It is indeed two thousand years later!"

Instantly, an indescribable elation swept through his entire body.

He had finally returned.

'Only, the exact time is unclear.'

Suppressing his exuberance, he looked around and realized he was alone.

The baby boy in his arms.

The Li Yao he was holding.

Both were gone.

Standing on the spot, pondering for a while, Chen Yu activated his supernatural abilities to slowly change his shape and appearance.

Soon, he shifted from his original form to that of a tall man over one meter ninety, muscular and spirited, with a robust face.

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