His mother then went for her daily cultivation and to handle some of the affairs of their realm. Ophis no longer involved herself in the administration of the realm; those matters were all handled by Tiamat, the current Empress.
With Ophis, he went to the library, as the books there were the most interesting things he had come across in his time here. Though he could walk easily, Ophis never gave up the chance to spoil him by carrying him in her arms, his face buried in her unbelievably soft bosom.
She had once let him suckle from her nipples and drink her milk. As a peak existence, manipulating her body to produce milk was very easy for her. However, he wasn't able to drink much, as her milk was a little too nutritious for him in his current state.
One of the most shocking discoveries Zephyr made through his inherited memories was the state of his own cultivation.
From the moment of his birth, he possessed the cultivation of an Immortal Emperor.
If this fact were revealed to the outside world, countless cultivators would lose their minds in disbelief. Across the endless universes, innumerable geniuses spent millions of years struggling through life-and-death battles, overcoming heavenly tribulations, and risking everything in pursuit of that realm.
Yet for Zephyr, it was merely his starting point.
When he first learned of it, he had been utterly stunned.
An Immortal Emperor.
A realm that countless beings could only dream of reaching.
And he had been born with it.
Naturally, he was delighted.
However, his happiness was short-lived when Ophis informed him that his cultivation would be completely sealed.
At first, Zephyr had been confused.
Why would anyone seal the cultivation he had been born with?
The answer soon became clear.
Although he possessed the power of an Immortal Emperor, he lacked the experience, comprehension, and understanding that normally came with reaching such a realm.
Every stage of cultivation contained countless mysteries, insights, and lessons that could only be acquired through personal growth and struggle.
Therefore, he would have to cultivate again from the very beginning.
From the Mortal Realms.
Step by step.
Realm by realm.
Only by personally walking the path could he build a perfect foundation and gain a complete understanding of every stage of cultivation.
Far from being disappointed, Zephyr found himself agreeing wholeheartedly. Having overwhelming power from birth was certainly wonderful. But there was also something exciting about the journey itself.
The struggle against impossible odds. The joy of breaking through bottlenecks. The thrill of surpassing one's limits.
The satisfaction of earning every step forward through effort and perseverance. Those experiences could never be obtained by simply inheriting strength.
As someone who had once lived an ordinary life, Zephyr understood this better than most.
Power was valuable.
But the journey toward that power was often even more meaningful.
And so, rather than lamenting the sealing of his cultivation, Zephyr eagerly looked forward to the day he would begin walking the path of cultivation for himself—starting from the very bottom and climbing all the way back to the peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm.
While he was thinking all this, he still had his face stuffed between the plump breasts of the strongest existence in the universe, like a lecherous little goblin.
"We're here, dear."
Ophis' voice pulled Zephyr from his deep thoughts.
Blinking, he looked up—and the sight before him stole his breath away.
A magnificent tower stretched toward the heavens, its sheer scale dwarfing everything around it.
This was the Great Library of Infinity, the sacred repository that housed all the knowledge accumulated by the Supreme Realm of Infinity since time immemorial.
The tower was constructed from pristine white stone veined with intricate golden patterns that seemed to shimmer with divine light. Countless ancient runes were carved into its surface, radiating an aura of wisdom and eternity.
Its upper reaches disappeared beyond the clouds themselves, vanishing into the endless sky.
The lower portion was even more astonishing.
The base of the tower was so vast that entire palace complexes would appear insignificant beside it. Its colossal foundation stretched across the horizon like a continent of white and gold.
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Thousands of people moved around the lower levels of the tower. Scholars, immortals, cultivators, and attendants entered and exited through enormous gates, appearing no larger than ants from Zephyr's vantage point.
Ophis paid them no attention.
With Zephyr cradled comfortably in her arms, she continued flying upward.
Ordinarily, flight was strictly prohibited within the vicinity of the Great Library. The restriction had existed for countless ages, and even powerful immortals were expected to obey it.
However, there was one small problem.
The person who had established that rule was Ophis herself.
And no one in existence possessed the authority to enforce her own laws against her.
The Dragon Goddess of Infinity soared effortlessly toward the summit.
As they ascended higher and higher, the world below gradually shrank beneath them. The sprawling palaces of the Supreme Realm became miniature works of art, while rivers of spiritual energy wound across the land like streams of liquid starlight.
Eventually, they reached the highest floor of the tower.
From there, the entire Supreme Realm of Infinity unfolded before Zephyr's eyes.
Countless floating palaces drifted among the clouds, connected by bridges of crystal and light. Mountains hovered in the sky, crowned by waterfalls that poured into nothingness before transforming into mist.
Above it all stretched an endless azure sky.
The clouds glowed with brilliant shades of gold and amber beneath the morning sun, their edges painted with liquid fire. The heavens themselves seemed to shine with divine radiance, creating a scene so beautiful that it appeared more like a dream than reality.
For a moment, Zephyr could only stare in silence.
Even with the memories of two lifetimes, he could not find the words to describe what he was seeing.
After she landed, they were greeted by the Tower Spirit, a lady with blond hair and blue eyes. She wore a slit dress that exposed both her plump thighs and covered only the most intimate part of her. Her upper body also displayed a well-proportioned cleavage, and as she knelt, her breasts were shown nicely.
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"This servant greets Your Eminence and Your Highness, the Prince," she said.
"Rise," Ophis voiced out with authority.
"Hello, Thena," Zephyr's voice rang out with a cheerful tone.
As the woman rose, a bright smile bloomed on her face after hearing the voice of her Prince.
She then led them to a luxurious room with all the required amenities.
"Would you like to continue where you left off last time, my Prince?" Thena then asked him.
After they settled down on a plush sofa with a table in front of them, he remained seated on Ophis's lap with her arms wrapped around his waist and her breasts resting on his shoulder, giving his head the softest pillow to rest upon.
Standing beside them was Thena, her posture respectful and elegant. Her head was slightly lowered, and her hands were folded neatly before her as she awaited instructions.
"Thena, please bring me the book about the Fate Weavers that I was reading last time."
"As you wish, my prince," she replied with a graceful bow.
Without another word, she turned and departed, her footsteps silent as she disappeared among the countless shelves.