"No! Junior Sister will never marry you!"
The Flame Master's voice thundered like an explosion, shaking the entire Zhou Manor into dead silence. Countless powerful figures trembled, their faces filled with shock.
The Flame Master—one of the eight ancient masters of the Tianxuan Continent, a disciple of the Symbol Ancestor, and at the peak of the Third Reincarnation Tribulation—was roughly equivalent to a Nine-Star Dou Saint!
With such a level of power, whether on the Tianxuan Continent or the Dou Qi Continent, he was undoubtedly among the most supreme existences.
If Zhou Yi were not present, the Flame Master's words would have been accepted without question, even considered normal.
After all, he had the strength to back his words.
But now, he was standing against Zhou Yi.
An unparalleled existence at the Dou God realm.
A terrifying powerhouse on par with their master, the Symbol Ancestor.
If the Symbol Ancestor were still alive, the Flame Master might have some say in the matter. But with the Symbol Ancestor long gone, how dare he disrupt the wedding of a Dou God?
Had he been asleep for too long and lost his mind?!
"Insolence!"
Zhou Yi's gaze turned cold and imposing. Instantly, the Flame Master was struck as if by an overwhelming force, coughing up blood and collapsing to his knees.
"Emperor Zhou, please calm your anger!"
The Darkness Master and the others shuddered, hurriedly stepping forward to shield the Flame Master, pleading, "The Flame Master acted on impulse and spoke recklessly. He never intended to offend Your Majesty's imperial might. Please be merciful and spare him this once!"
As she spoke, the Darkness Master shot the Flame Master a fierce glare and rebuked him sharply: "What madness possessed you? Apologize to Emperor Zhou at once!"
The Flame Master had already sobered up, realizing his impulsiveness.
After all, Zhou Yi's strength was beyond his ability to resist.
Moreover, the Tianxuan Continent still needed Zhou Yi's assistance.
They could not afford to offend him.
Yet, the thought of the goddess he had admired for years becoming someone else's wife, especially when she herself was unaware of the marriage, filled him with unbearable frustration.
When the Ice Master truly awakened, she would probably already be carrying a child.
"Emperor Zhou, I apologize. It was a moment of rashness. Please forgive me!" the Flame Master said through clenched teeth.
"Enough. Today is a day of great joy—let us not dwell on this."
Zhou Yi, accompanied by Ying Huanhuan, Ying Xiaoxiao, and others, continued the wedding ceremony.
The Flame Master sat in a daze in a distant corner, drinking heavily, with only the Space Master and a few others remaining by his side.
Everyone else instinctively distanced themselves.
Though the Eight Ancient Clans were powerful, they were nothing compared to Zhou Yi.
Offending Zhou Yi meant others would avoid them like the plague.
"Another heartbroken man."
In a distant corner, Xiao Yan glanced at the despondent Flame Master drowning his sorrows in alcohol and shook his head slightly, sighing inwardly.
He understood the feeling.
Gu He +1.
Yao Chen +1.
Yu Xiaogang +1.
Tang Hao +1.
Tang Xiao +1.
Tang Chen +1.
Qian Daoliu +1.
…
Zhou Yi paid no attention to the sorrowful onlookers. Once the wedding concluded and Ying Huanhuan and the others were escorted to the bridal chamber, he exchanged a few pleasantries with the guests before striding triumphantly toward the room.
His first stop: Ying Huanhuan.
With the dual blessings of being the female lead and the Ice Lord, Zhou Yi's anticipation soared.
It was akin to the difference between an ordinary beauty and a superstar. The aura of a superstar always made things more enticing.
Inside the bridal chamber, Ying Huanhuan sat at the bedside, exuding an icy aura. The moment Zhou Yi stepped in, it felt as though he had entered a world of snow and frost.
However, with his cultivation, such cold was insignificant.
After all, his wives in the Douluo Continent, the Ice Empress and Snow Empress, possessed similarly frigid auras, akin to high-powered air conditioners.
Ying Huanhuan was no different.
And as a seasoned craftsman, Zhou Yi loved working with air conditioners.
He was a professional.
As his footsteps neared, the chill around Ying Huanhuan intensified, as though capable of freezing all things.
Of course, it wasn't that she was resisting him.
She was simply too nervous.
The more nervous she was, the more the Ice Master's power surged.
Zhou Yi sat beside her and lifted her veil. Her delicate features were breathtaking, her bright eyes as clear as a pristine lake.
Her long black hair, tied into a ponytail, cascaded gracefully to her slender waist, with the tip curling slightly—a display of youthful vitality.
He took her hand.
Her slender, porcelain-white fingers looked like perfect pieces of mutton-fat jade, each proportioned to golden perfection, without a single flaw.
"Will I become someone else?" Ying Huanhuan's clear voice carried an uneasy tremor.
No one wished to lose themselves.
"Rest assured, even if the Ice Master returns, you will still be you."
"Ying Huanhuan is you."
"The Ice Master is also you."
"And both are my beloved treasures."
Ying Huanhuan shyly lowered her head. She had never heard such direct and passionate words before.
"Come, let us drink to happiness and harmony."
Zhou Yi handed her a cup of wine.
Blushing, Ying Huanhuan's heart pounded as she felt the strong masculine presence beside her. Her cheeks grew even hotter.
They finished their drinks, letting the cups fall to the ground.
Zhou Yi swept her into his arms.
Outside, the Flame Master, half-drunk, thought he saw the Ice Master. Reaching out, he tried to grasp at nothingness.
His head tilted, and he passed out.
With his cultivation, he could not be truly drunk.
But one who wished to be intoxicated would always find a way.
"I'll take him back."
The Chaos Master addressed the Darkness Master, worried that the Flame Master might cause more trouble.
"Alright."
The Darkness Master nodded, while the others returned to the Tianxuan Continent. She, however, remained behind—to keep an eye on things.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yi entered what felt like an icy cavern, a dazzling world of uneven, crystalline frost.
He ventured deeper through its winding paths, an endless maze that threatened to trap him forever.
Time passed.
Only when he had expended every last reserve did he finally find his way out of this mesmerizing frost-bound labyrinth.
Leaving the ice cavern, Zhou Yi arrived at Ying Xiaoxiao's room.
As the senior sister of the Dao Sect, Ying Xiaoxiao was not particularly gifted, but she had borne many burdens in the past. Zhou Yi held a deep fondness for this woman.
Holding her in his arms, they embraced under the romantic night sky.
The next morning.
Ying Xiaoxiao woke up, her head resting on Zhou Yi's warm and firm chest. A profound sense of security, unlike anything she had felt before, surged through her heart.
In the blink of an eye, she had become a wife.
"Huanhuan!"
Suddenly, Ying Xiaoxiao noticed that Ying Huanhuan was also nearby, and her face flushed with embarrassment.
Hearing her name, Ying Huanhuan pretended to be asleep.
Life is but a fleeting dream.
The seasons change, and time moves on.
That day, Zhou Yi spent his time with both Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Huanhuan.
At night.
Zhou Yi arrived at the room of the Fire Fairy, Tang Xinlian.
Tang Xinlian was the chief disciple of the Flame God Hall's master, Mo Luo, and the next successor to the Flame God Hall. Ranked second on the Rising Star List of the Chaos Demon Sea, she was renowned as the "Fire Fairy."
Her strength was immense—she had once withstood the scourging of forty-nine waves of deathly energy within the Dead Flame Spirit Pool of the Flame God Hall.
Her fame in the Chaos Demon Sea was as great as her beauty, earned through countless battles. Among the younger generation of the Chaos Demon Sea, few could stand against her.
She was the dream of many young talents, but her commanding presence and strength, comparable to that of any man, deterred many suitors.
Her leadership abilities were exceptional, a woman who truly rivaled men in capability.
She was somewhat similar to Princess Tian Ye.
Of course.
Tian Ye was merely a princess of a small kingdom, while Tang Xinlian's stage was far grander. Yet now, both of them belonged to Zhou Yi.
Once again, Zhou Yi experienced the joy of being a groom night after night.
Following this were his encounters with Xin Qing of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan and Huo Miao of the Nine-Life Heavenly Cat Clan.
Time passed slowly.
As Zhou Yi enjoyed his deep connections with his many women, more children were born—Zi Yan, Feng Qing'er, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Instructor Ruo Lin, Han Yue, Han Xue, Hu Jia, Liu Fei, Xuenie, Luman, Tang Huo'er, Ye Xinlan, and more.
With this, Zhou Yi's children exceeded two hundred in number.
This time, his rewards were abundant.
He sorted through some of the most significant ones:
[Reward One: One thousand years of cultivation.]
[Reward Two: Grandmaster of the Spiritual-Grade Alchemy Dao.]
[Reward Three: A 1% increase in his women's conception rate.]
[Reward Four: A Sacred Beast Pill.]
[Reward Five: One Peento Peach.]
One thousand years of cultivation spoke for itself, while the status of a Spiritual-Grade Alchemy Dao Grandmaster allowed him to refine pills surpassing the Emperor-Grade Alchemists of the Dou Qi Continent.
However, the reward Zhou Yi valued most was the increased conception rate for his women.
After all, as his cultivation advanced, it became increasingly difficult for his women to conceive.
Especially after reaching the Dou God realm.
Conception had become nearly impossible.
Thus, the increase in fertility was a timely blessing.
The Sacred Beast Pill was meant for his beast companion, Gun Gun, enhancing its potential and cultivation. Currently at the peak of the Dou Saint realm, this pill would be enough to push Gun Gun to the Dou God level, or even the Heavenly Sovereign realm.
This time.
Zhou Yi did not immediately claim his cultivation and the Peento Peach.
He planned to wait until he had defeated the Demon Emperor and refined the Plane Embryo, at which point he would use them to ascend directly to the Heavenly Sovereign realm!
More than half a year had passed.
The Demon Emperor's arrival was imminent.
That day.
With nothing else to do, Zhou Yi arrived at Mirror Lake Cottage.
Ruan Xingzhu stood by the lakeside railing, embroidering something in her hands.
Zhou Yi appeared behind her, admiring her graceful figure before embracing her from behind.
One had to admit.
Being a scoundrel was truly satisfying.
"Zhou Lang, you nearly scared me to death!"
Ruan Xingzhu chided playfully, though there was no real surprise on her face.
By now, she understood Zhou Yi's supreme status and terrifying power in this world.
Thus.
No one else would dare to lay a hand on her.
Even though she held no official title.
As for flower thieves?
Such people might exist in this world, but none would dare trespass into Zhou Manor.
"How could I ever bear to scare you?"
Zhou Yi gently bit her earlobe, inhaling the fragrance of her hair as he whispered, "Do you not feel how much I long for you?"
"Pfft!"
Ruan Xingzhu spat softly, chiding, "You only know how to bully me!"
"I heard you're well-versed in water arts. If you don't like it here, shall we move to the water?"
"Zhou Lang, you're always so improper!"
...
"Lord Zhou Emperor, bad news! The Demon Emperor has arrived!"
That day.
Just as Zhou Yi was enjoying time with Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing, the Darkness Master urgently sent a message.
"The Demon Emperor…"
"He has finally arrived?"
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
A smirk appeared on Zhou Yi's lips as he kissed Mu Wanqing's flushed face. "You two rest well. I have something to take care of."
"Be careful!"
"Don't worry!"
Zhou Yi straightened his golden belt and left Mirror Lake Cottage, heading toward the Tianxuan Continent.
…
Tianxuan Continent.
The Space Master, the Chaos Master, and other powerful figures wore grave expressions, their eyes fixed on the sky.
Above them, the vast sky seemed to be splitting apart—a massive rift, over one hundred thousand feet long, was being torn open from the void.
A malevolent aura, dense beyond measure, poured forth endlessly from within.
A decaying ancient seal still stood before the rift, though its light had nearly faded, barely holding together.
Some peak experts could vaguely perceive a shadow of destruction looming, ready to descend upon the world.
Countless warriors exchanged nervous glances, unable to hide their fear.
"The Demon Emperor is about to descend," the Lightning Master muttered grimly, staring at the distant rift.
"But Lord Zhou Emperor hasn't arrived yet…" the Space Master responded.
"We can't afford to wait! If the Demon Emperor breaks through, we must fight with everything we have, even if just to buy time!" the Flame Master declared fiercely.
Boom!
From the distant void, deep thunderous rumbles echoed, and the corrupting aura began to truly invade this world.
Countless eyes locked onto the sky, their bodies trembling as they witnessed the plane's rift burning with eerie black flames.
With a sharp crack, the ancient seal shattered completely.
The abyssal rift wriggled like a demonic maw, devouring the world.
Rolling waves of demonic energy spread across the heavens, and a pair of malevolent eyes swept over the land with merciless indifference.
"Humph!"
A chilling snort resounded, and beams of condensed demonic energy lashed out at the world's strongest warriors.
"Not good!"
The Lightning Master, the Flame Master, and others reacted instantly, unleashing their ultimate techniques.
"Lightning Annihilation!"
"Heavenly Flames Engulf the Sky!"
"Spatial Rend!"
...
In an instant, countless divine abilities and martial techniques erupted, illuminating the sky in a dazzling array of colors. The overwhelming aura was terrifyingly oppressive, forcing countless warriors to retreat. Thunder and storm winds surged through the heavens, while dark clouds loomed menacingly overhead.
Under this suffocating pressure, innumerable beings fell to their knees, trembling in fear.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of deafening explosions rang out as figures like the Flame Master and Lightning Master were sent flying backward, coughing up blood. Their faces turned deathly pale, and their once-mighty auras weakened significantly.
Though they stood among the most powerful beings in this world, the gap between them and the Demon Emperor was simply insurmountable.
"So this is the power of the Demon Emperor...?"
"Unbelievable..."
Flame Master and the others were filled with despair, their confidence utterly shattered.
In the first great war of heaven and earth, the Symbol Ancestor had been there to stop the Demon Emperor.
Though they had always known of the Demon Emperor's terrifying might...
They had never faced him directly.
They had never truly understood.
But now—
He was too strong.
Unstoppable.
Rumble!
A deep, demonic thunder rumbled closer. Above the nine heavens, the demonic aura surged like a vast, oppressive storm, rolling in with unstoppable force.
Under the horrified gazes of all, it engulfed the skies above the Chaotic Demon Sea.
Within the boundless, storm-like demonic clouds, a dark throne of malevolent energy gradually emerged. Upon that throne, a shadowy figure sat—a presence like that of a demon god. Yet no one could see his face clearly.
"This place truly brings back memories... but it seems that the Symbol Ancestor is no longer here. What a pity."
The overwhelming pressure filled the heavens and the earth. Then, a voice slowly echoed through the void, followed by a chuckle tinged with mockery.
"That fool… He and I shared the same ultimate goal, yet he insisted on treading the so-called path of righteousness..."
"Oh well… In the end, I am the one who has triumphed."
"I hear that a new challenger has appeared—one from another realm, no less. Why haven't they shown up yet?"
"Could it be that they were so intimidated by my majestic presence that they ran away?"
The Demon Emperor murmured to himself. With a single glance, he saw that there was no one in the Profound Sky Continent who could rival him.
However, he was quite intrigued by this other realm.
The distance between the two worlds, though, made communication difficult.
He knew little about it.
Only that another realm existed… and within it, a being of comparable strength.
"Tch, what arrogant nonsense!"
A voice, brimming with disdain, rang out.
The Demon Emperor's eyes gleamed as his spirit stirred. He immediately lifted his gaze, locking onto the unexpected arrival—Zhou Yi.
"Good, at least you didn't run. The realm you come from—I shall claim it as well!"
The Demon Emperor radiated absolute confidence.
He refused to believe that a mere native from another realm could stand against him.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to stomach it!"
Zhou Yi calmly assessed the Demon Emperor. Without wasting words, he activated the Primordial Golden Cauldron and brought it crashing down upon the Demon Emperor.
"What in the—?!"
The moment the Primordial Golden Cauldron appeared, an indescribable sense of dread and terror surged through the Demon Emperor's heart.
For the first time, he felt fear.
He had never encountered such a terrifying treasure before.
He wanted to flee.
But under the suppression of a supreme innate treasure, his movements became sluggish, and escape became nearly impossible.
"You think you can suppress me? Keep dreaming!"
The Demon Emperor roared in fury.
A sinister, twisted expression flickered across his face.
Then, his body began to expand at a monstrous rate.
In just a few short breaths, he transformed into a towering demonic colossus, his thousand arms spanning the heavens and the earth!
Upon those grotesque arms, countless sinister eyes slowly opened, each emanating a destructive radiance.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As his true demonic form manifested, his myriad arms suddenly erupted, exploding violently in a grotesque rain of demonic blood.
Swoosh!
From within the obliterated arms, demonic eyes shot forth, floating ominously above the Demon Emperor. Those countless evil eyes blinked in eerie unison, sending chills down the spines of all who witnessed the horrifying sight.
"Primordial Demon Monument!"
A deep, chilling voice echoed through the heavens.
The countless evil eyes began merging together!
Slowly, an unimaginably massive monument—millions of feet in height—took shape in the sky.
The Primordial Demon Monument!
Embedded within its surface were countless demonic eyes, each blinking in a synchronized, nightmarish rhythm.
As those eyes flickered, it felt as though the very essence of the world was being tainted and corrupted.
"Primordial Demon Monument—Mark of Ten Thousand Demons!"
A deafening roar thundered from above.
In a flash, the colossal monument materialized above the Primordial Golden Cauldron!
Demonic light surged forth, sealing the heavens in an instant. Beneath the monument, a scarlet, monstrous sigil formed—an ancient mark of suppression, descending mercilessly upon the cauldron.
"Foolish arrogance."
Zhou Yi sneered.
Did this Demon Emperor truly believe he could seal an innate supreme treasure?
Was he bold… or simply ignorant?
Boom!
As Zhou Yi's words fell, the Primordial Golden Cauldron flared with brilliance.
In an instant, the Primordial Demon Monument shattered, dissolving into nothingness.
The Demon Emperor, having sacrificed the majority of his own body to forge the monument, was left utterly defenseless.
And then—
The Primordial Golden Cauldron crushed him.
"NOOOO!"
A piercing, venomous, unwilling scream echoed across the sky.
Across the Tianxuan Continent, countless beings trembled with exhilaration and joy.
They had won!
Victory was theirs!
The Demon Emperor had been sealed!
The catastrophe that threatened to end the world had been averted!
"Lord Zhou Emperor!"
"Lord Zhou Emperor!"
"Lord Zhou Emperor!"
The cries of countless beings filled the air.
Their combined will converged upon Zhou Yi, allowing him to instantly sense the presence of the Plane Embryo.
And the Plane Embryo… responded to him with deep affinity.
"Refining the Plane Embryo and ascending to Heavenly Sovereign—"
"Today shall be the day!"
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