The Dao Of Evolution 3 Not My Son?

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When it comes to pregnancy of a cultivator it's a vast difference from the perspectives of a mere mortal. A little bit of light is about to s.h.i.+ned on the realm of the Feng Clan's Clan Master. This tiny sovereign of the lower province of the Black Tortoise Continent is at the First Layer of the Nirvana Realm, and his wife surprisingly at the Fifth Layer of the Nirvana Realm only weaker than their Grand Elder. Once someone reaches their level an average pregnancy can last for years

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'For years the Feng Clan Master doted on his wife like any expecting father should, listening to every single command his Qing`er ever said, even almost dying in the cave of a 3-Tailed Dragon Scaled Tiger to collect fresh Spirit Dew from it's cave to quench her thirst, and boost the potential of the child.

As the rare resources kept flowing the time approaching the birth of the child is nearing and the date is getting closer.

"Clan Master come quick the Mistress is going into labor" yelled a maid

A stout man with an overbearing presence slowly entered a head red hair and a height of 2 meters entered the room with a worried expression on his face. As he observed the room on the bed laid his wife with two maids besides her with a pained expression on her face.

After a 13 hour ordeal, a babies cry could be heard echoing throughout the Clans central headquarters, A strong wave of Qi was infused with the sound-waves.

"Clan Master, Mistress has given birth to a baby at 5th layer of the Qi-Refining Realm, this is wonder our clan has a genius" a maid exclaimed

"Let me hold my son" The Clan Master happily berated

But as the Clan Master observed his son he noticed some odd peculiarities about the child. After the initial cry the baby didn't continue afterwards, it adopted a strong sense of silence and was quietly observing the room with faint hints of shock hidden within the dark pools of his eyes, and something on the more important scale, this little genius looked nothing like him.

"Is this not my son?".....