Nine Immemorial Paths

Yan Zaizen looked at the egg. It was jet black, oval, and the size of a baseball. It had a hard-scaled shell that seemed like a dragon's with creases forming hexagonal shapes. The shocking thing was that it had no soul fluctuation or life force. It was a dead egg.

"This is…?" Curiosity overwhelmed his previous pain and exhaustion. His heavenly, soul, and dao energy receded back into his body, allowing him to regain his original appearance outside of a little paleness.

"This is my daughter; this is your daughter." Her words were matter-of-fact.

"...my daughter?" Frowning, Yan Zaizen felt a headache. He was slightly looking forward to a physical relationship when he saw Saphira transform into a human, after all - he was a male. Even if Pinaka occupied his heart, that didn't mean he didn't have thoughts of others. In fact, he would dream of the day he claimed a body for her and the things he would do.

'Hehe.'