Ye Feng didn't wait for anyone else to speak. He took a step forward and asked directly, "Among my women... who else has given birth to my child?"
"I have."
The Golden Dragon King Gu Ri stepped out, her golden hair flowing behind her. She stood proud and powerful, exuding a draconic majesty that could shake the heavens.
"I have."
The next voice was cold, dignified—yet feminine. She was noble and striking, wrapped in an aura of pure Rakshasa energy. It was malevolent in essence but now refined, purified of corruption. She was the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong.
With a wave of her hand, a boy walked over and stood by her side.
"I've given birth to your child as well."
A woman appeared, draped in a long red robe, her sea-blue hair cascading like a waterfall down her back. She looked no older than thirty, her soft features framed by grace and warmth. Her eyes—deep, clear, and filled with ancient sorrow—shimmered like the ocean depths.
She was the Sea God, Poseidon.
"And me too."
This voice was lighter, youthful.
The speaker wore a pale yellow dress that hugged her curvaceous figure, accentuating her natural charm. Ning Rongrong, dressed in soft pink robes with hair falling past her hips, stood with elegance. Her beauty radiated a noble softness, much like her martial spirit—the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda.
"I'm one as well."
Shui Bing'er appeared. She stood about 1.65 meters tall, her figure well-proportioned, exuding a subtle, elegant charm. Her long aqua-blue hair flowed freely behind her, and her delicate features carried a kind of understated beauty—the kind that grew on you the longer you looked.
"…And the last one is mine."
Huo Wu stepped forward, her presence bold and dazzling. Long, dark-red wavy hair cascaded to her waist, framing her fair face and sharp silver eyes. Her crimson-and-gold dress shimmered like flame. She stood tall, her smile playful and calm, a red glow flickering faintly around her.
Ye Feng took a deep breath.
"All right… Gu Ri, Dong'er, Xixi, Rongrong, Bing'er, Huo Wu—what are the names you gave your children?"
"My son's name is Bian Yuanbin. He took my surname," said the Golden Dragon King, lifting her chin proudly.
"Mine is Ye Ludai," Bibi Dong answered coolly.
"Ye Donghe," said Poseidon softly, her eyes gentle as water.
"Ye Huang Zhongyong," Ning Rongrong chimed in, puffing her chest slightly with pride.
"Ye Luyou," Shui Bing'er said with a smile.
"And mine is Ye Xueli," Huo Wu finished.
Hiss—
Ye Feng felt his soul tremble. He stood there, stunned.
Eleven children. Eleven different names. Eleven distinct temperaments. And all of them were his.
He stared at the children before him in disbelief, his thoughts in chaos.
"Boss Ye… are you all right?" Zhu Zhuqing asked softly. In all the years she'd known him, she had never seen Ye Feng so dazed.
"I... I need some quiet."
"Jingjing?" Gu Ri blinked and tilted her head. "All right, our next child will be named Bian Jingjing."
"Ugh—" Ye Feng gave her a look that said he regretted saying anything.
After forcing himself to calm down, he asked, "So… who's the oldest?"
Xiao Wu smiled. "Your child with Sister Erlong—Jiang Xin—is the eldest. Then comes Li Wen, the son I had with you. Third is Yu Qin, Silver Dragon King's son. Fourth is Ludai, Bibi Dong's son. Fifth is Yanluo, Zhuqing's. Sixth is Bian Yuanbin, Gu Ri's. Seventh is Donghe, Poseidon's. Eighth is Huang Zhongyong, Rongrong's. Ninth is Luyou, Bing'er's. Tenth is Xueli, Huo Wu's.
"And as for Guanyin, the daughter you had with Sister Green, she would have been born around the same time as Xueli, but… she stayed in the womb for three years."
"Three years?" Ye Feng was stunned.
He turned to look at Guanyin again and was overwhelmed by the vibrant, sacred breath of life that emanated from her—so pure, even purer than her mother's.
"That's right." Xiao Wu nodded. "She gestated for three full years in her mother's womb. That's why her vitality is unmatched. Now, all ten boys are unmatched in strength. We call them the Ten Little Hell Ghosts. No one can discipline them—except for Sister Yue and Sister Ri, and only when they act together."
"But now that you're back…" She winked. "We finally have someone who can keep them in check."
"Ten Little Hell Ghosts… the Ten Kings of Hell?" Ye Feng muttered.
He shivered.
The birth order, the names, their power—it all aligned too well.
Was this really coincidence?
His thoughts wandered further.
In another plane, the Wudong Qiankun realm, he had met Chi You, the son of Chi Hao. Then there was Queen Medusa, who once said if she had a son with him, she would name him Di Jun, and if it was a daughter—Nüwa.
When Ye Feng asked what would happen if she bore twins, Medusa answered:
If two boys—Di Jun and Fuxi.
If a boy and girl—Di Jun and Nüwa.
If two girls—Nüwa and Nülang.
Hiss—
Ye Feng gasped again.
Di Jun, Nüwa, Yama, Chi You…
One by one, names from Chinese mythology kept surfacing—connected to him. Not just names, but their roles, their identities—even their divine attributes.
Coincidence?
No. That was no longer possible.
And then there was the disciple taken in by the Little Medical Immortal—a girl named Xihe.
In Chinese myth, Xihe was the wife of the ancient sun god Di Jun.
Everything was lining up far too perfectly.
Even now, Ye Feng had decided to settle permanently on the Douqi Continent, where he had constructed a Heavenly Palace modeled after the Thirty-Three Heavens of Chinese legend.
But unlike the one in myth, his heavenly palace had ninety-nine levels.
"Ninety-nine heavens… Ten Hell Kings… Di Jun… Nüwa…"
Ye Feng's eyes trembled slightly.
"…This isn't coincidence," he muttered.
"Could it be… I've traveled to the ancient past of the Chinese mythological plane?"
The thought chilled him to the bone.
His expression shifted, caught between shock and contemplation. His brows furrowed deeply as if wrestling with a realization too immense to comprehend.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu noticed his strange expression and gently took his arm. She had never seen him so shaken.
"I'm fine," Ye Feng muttered.
"Is something wrong?" she asked again. "If not, let's go back. Everyone's waiting."
"There's something I need to do first," Ye Feng replied, his tone serious.
"Oh? What is it?"
"I left behind formation marks on a few other worlds. I've found some of your sisters there… but they're in different planes. I need to set up a teleportation array here to connect the three worlds."
Xiao Wu blinked. "Three… worlds?"
"Yes." Ye Feng looked to the sky, eyes deep and resolute. "Douqi Continent, Tianxuan Continent, and the Douluo God Realm—soon, the Three Realms will be joined together."