"People are shit. Whether they be humans or demon beasts in their original or human forms, hardly anyone of them had any redeemable qualities." Cultivator wiped his tears as he lamented, "All my life, I was a cripple, unable to even move from my place. I cultivated by absorbing the natural Godly Energy in the air and advanced myself. Eventually, once I reached God Foundation Realm, I read through the poem father had sung every day."

"All I did was sing it every single day. A decade later, when I had reached the Ninth Stage God Foundation Realm, I had developed my Spiritual Incarnation and managed to heal all my injuries," Cultivator said. "But, despite possessing such power, I didn't harm those that had harmed me. The only ones I killed were those that had harmed father. I never tortured them either and just gave them swift deaths."

Cultivator slumped to the ground on his knees, slowly bowing his head as his forehead touched the ground while his palms were slightly buried into the sand. "For all my life, I haven't been filial. My only wish is to be filial to you. If father had committed crimes in the past, I'll shoulder them all and work to ease the lives of the victims. For the rest of my life, I'll work in making all his mistakes right."

"It is your right to detest me and hate father. You have every reason to do so. I'll face all your hatred. Until the day you can say that your hatred is no more, I'll bear them all. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. If it is my life that you need, take it," Cultivator said solemnly, lifting his head as he looked at Zamuria. "All I ask in return is to call you once what I would have the privilege to had I been born out of love."

"Give me the fortune and blessing of calling you it once. That's all I ever need. Take my life after that." Saying his piece, Cultivator closed his eyes, deactivating his abilities as his body returned to normal. Moreover, he even went to the extent of weakening his body further, so as to make it easier to kill him.

Krune stared at the scene, scowling as he closed his eyes, unable to endure watching it any longer as he turned his head away. Cultivator had made his choice, so he couldn't change his friend's resolve. The only fault was that had he known Cultivator would have made such a choice, he wouldn't have cheered him on before.

'No matter what, I'll respect your decision.' Krune deactivated his Sonic Radar, knowing very well that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from rescuing Cultivator if he sensed what was happening.

The attention of every Black Demon trailed from Cultivator over to Zamuria, anticipating what she intended to do. Everything they witnessed was something that they hadn't felt before, even the emotional aspect.

So, they simply acted as background decorations, training their senses on the scene that unfolded.

Seeing Krune's choice on the matter, Feifei too stopped herself from saying anything, silently gazing at Zamuria's back, intending to see what the concerned party decided to do. However, she hoped Zamuria would at least give Cultivator a chance.

After all, the other party was serious and had sacrificed his life just to call her mother once. Thinking of it, it was just too sad.

Zamuria had birthed Cultivator through a tragedy. And throughout his life, Cultivator had been living through a tragedy. So, she at least hoped they could ease up a bit, even if it might seem difficult. After all, neither Zamuria nor Cultivator were at fault. The cause for it had already died long ago.

The hearts of the onlookers were pulsing as Zamuria approached Cultivator, standing within his arm's reach as she stared at him, only now observing his face in detail. She looked at his contours, his features that resembled her greatly, his countenance, his sense of pride, and his ego that were a carbon copy of her.

Had he resembled his father more, she could have simply dismissed him due to her hatred. But, in every regard, Cultivator resembled her. In fact, she was unable to sense even a single similarity between Cultivator and his father.

It was as if Cultivator had inherited everything of her, and only her. The more she looked at him, the more she was able to verify this statement. And because of it, she realized that Cultivator was indeed willing to die just for being allowed to call her mother once.

It was such a laughable notion. But to him, one that never had someone to call as his mother, the emotional weight that one weight had was significant. To him, no matter how strong he became, being able to see Zamuria and call her once would allow him to die with no regrets.

That's was all he ever needed and was all he had ever hoped to find in his life. And to attain that, he was ready to lose his life.

'He's mychild.' Zamuria gently raised her hand, instinctively intending to touch his face when she controlled herself, recalling the face of her father, biting her lips as she forcefully turned around, taking in a deep breath as she said, "Just once, you can call me as your birthright dictates, son."

Hearing the way she addressed him, Cultivator teared up in joy, elated as he was at peace, gently raising his arms as he faced them towards her, now having no regrets as he faced death. "Yes"

"Mother!"

A Neon Radiance beam, shaped into a rod, pierced the ground, remaining in place as blood slowly dripped through it.

Zamuria began to walk away as tears streamed out from her eyes as she said, "Cultivator is dead."

She created a massive fish onto which she leaped, causing it to fly away as she said, "If I had a son, I had hoped to name him Zamura. Only that name's befitting my son."