Wu Tan City, Xiao Clan.
"Nalan Yanran..."
Upon receiving the news that Nalan Yanran was set to marry Zhou Yi, Xiao Yan's gaze turned complicated.
Although he never had a favorable impression of Nalan Yanran—
In fact, he even harbored some resentment toward her due to the annulled engagement—
Still, upon hearing that she was marrying Zhou Yi, an inexplicable feeling welled up in his heart.
Time passed swiftly.
In the blink of an eye, the grand day of Zhou Yi's wedding arrived.
This was a momentous occasion spanning two realms.
The venue for the grand celebration was set in the Supreme Realm.
The Supreme Realm was a vast pocket dimension personally created by Zhou Yi, akin to the Ancient Clan's Ancient Realm and the Soul Clan's Soul Realm.
While Dou Saint powerhouses in the Dou Qi Continent could create habitable spaces, the quality of these dimensions varied greatly based on the creator's strength.
The ancestral domains of the eight ancient clans were all established by Dou God, vastly superior to any space created by a mere Dou Saint.
As for Zhou Yi, a Heavenly Supreme powerhouse who had surpassed the Dou God realm, the Supreme Realm he crafted naturally eclipsed both the Ancient Realm and the Soul Realm in every conceivable way.
The environment within this realm appeared nearly identical to the Dou Qi Continent.
A boundless azure sky stretched infinitely, dotted with drifting clouds. A gentle breeze occasionally swept through the vast grasslands below, setting off waves of green rolling toward the horizon.
Suddenly—
Swoosh!
A violent spatial fluctuation erupted in the sky, and a massive, pitch-black spatial gate materialized out of thin air.
Shortly after, one figure after another emerged from the portal, stepping into this unfamiliar yet breathtaking world.
"So, this is the Supreme Realm? Such dense natural energy! It's at least dozens of times richer than the outside world!"
"As expected of a Supreme powerhouse. His abilities are truly unfathomable."
Ancient Clan leader Gu Yuan arrived with his people and marveled at the Supreme Realm's extraordinary environment.
Even the Ancient Realm of his clan, despite being superior to the Dou Qi Continent, only had energy levels five or six times richer.
Moreover—
As a Nine-Star Dou Saint at the peak of his cultivation, Gu Yuan could vaguely sense that training within this realm would accelerate his progress dramatically.
It was undoubtedly due to Zhou Yi's unique methods.
Shortly after the Ancient Clan's arrival, another distinguished group appeared.
At the forefront stood Xiao Zhan, leading the members of the Xiao Clan.
The Xiao Clan had gained considerable prestige in recent years.
Xiao Yu had married Zhou Yi early on, while Xiao Yan had become the disciple of Gu He, making him the grand-disciple of Yao Chen. Now, Xiao Mei was also set to marry Zhou Yi, further elevating the Xiao Clan's reputation across both realms.
"Incredible! The energy here is beyond imagination!"
While Gu Yuan and his group were merely impressed by Zhou Yi's mastery, the Xiao Clan members were utterly dumbfounded, feeling like country folk stumbling into a grand palace.
Their gazes stretched as far as they could see—
Lush mountains, crystalline rivers, and an endless expanse of greenery surrounded them. Floating islands filled the sky like a celestial paradise.
They found it hard to believe that such a place could be the creation of a single individual.
It was as if Zhou Yi had stolen the secrets of creation itself.
"With this level of natural energy, training here would be at least ten times faster than in the outside world!"
Xiao Yan inhaled deeply, marveling at the sheer richness of the energy.
Beside him, Xiao Ning smirked with pride and glanced at Xiao Yan provocatively.
"Brother-in-law's abilities are beyond comprehension. My sister is truly blessed to marry him!"
Xiao Ning and Xiao Yan had never gotten along.
However, due to Xiao Yu's marriage to Zhou Yi, Xiao Ning had access to substantial resources, allowing his cultivation to advance swiftly. Meanwhile, without Yao Chen's direct guidance and without fortunate encounters, Xiao Yan's progress had slowed significantly.
Currently, the two were almost equal in strength.
However, Xiao Yan, being an alchemist with formidable soul power, could still defeat Xiao Ning with ease in a real fight.
Despite this, he refrained from beating Xiao Ning outright—
Because Xiao Ning had an undeniable advantage: his sister, Xiao Yu.
With Zhou Yi's backing, Xiao Yu had already reached the Dou Venerate realm.
She could crush Xiao Yan with a single finger.
Suddenly—
Boom!
As Xiao Yan and the others were taking in the sights, a distant rumbling echoed from the horizon.
A dense cluster of dark clouds surged forward, blotting out the sky and roaring toward them like an unstoppable tide.
"That is…?"
Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes at the ominous mass. Moments later, his pupils contracted sharply.
"Flying warships?"
As soon as Xiao Yan identified the phenomenon, others with keen eyesight confirmed it, their voices filled with awe and excitement.
The "clouds" were, in fact, dozens of enormous warships cruising through the sky. Dark mist billowed around them, giving the illusion that the ships were commanding the very storm, thundering toward them in a breathtaking display of might.
"As expected of the Supreme One. His means are beyond imagination."
Xiao Yan sighed in admiration.
These warships were trivial constructs for Zhou Yi at his current level.
Given his mastery of artifact refinement, creating these vessels for ferrying guests was mere child's play.
Rumble!
The warships, wreathed in storm clouds, came to a gradual halt above the crowd. A warm and hearty voice echoed from one of the ships.
"Haha! Honored guests, please come aboard!"
As the voice fell, the swirling clouds parted, revealing a path leading to the warships.
Seeing this, the assembled guests swiftly took flight, boarding the massive vessels.
Xiao Yan and his companions followed suit.
The one welcoming them aboard was none other than Lin Dong, a disciple Zhou Yi had taken in to assist with various tasks.
Once aboard, the passengers realized just how massive the ship was. Compared to its vast structure, they appeared minuscule.
As the last guest boarded, Lin Dong's voice rang out again. Moments later, the ship trembled, and the surrounding space fluctuated violently.
"This is a Void Vessel, casually crafted by my teacher. It can traverse space at speeds comparable to a Dou Saint!"
Gu Yuan interjected:
"The Ancient Clan possesses ancient Soaring Void Ships, relics from the distant past with similar capabilities, though extremely rare."
He then added with admiration,
"However, even those ancient relics pale in comparison to the Supreme's Void Vessel!"
"The Supreme stands beyond the Dou God realm—the strongest existence in history. A mere artifact of his creation is already beyond comparison!"
At the mention of Zhou Yi, every face reflected deep reverence.
As conversations continued, the Void Vessel rapidly approached the wedding venue.
Numerous floating islands filled the sky—some already occupied by guests, others adorned with banquet tables awaiting their arrivals.
Lin Dong guided everyone to their designated seats.
Due to Xiao Yu and Xiao Mei's connections, the Xiao Clan received prestigious seating among the first-tier guests. The surrounding islands were occupied by the strongest factions and Zhou Yi's extended family.
From above, the islands scattered across the sky resembled a vast starry cosmos.
Before long, as the auspicious hour arrived, Zhou Yi descended with his brides—the Lord of Darkness, Huang Yueqing, Bo Xuan, Xiao Yixian, and others—causing the atmosphere to reach a fever pitch.
The island where Zhou Yi's wedding ceremony took place stood at the highest point of the venue, the largest among them, like the brightest star in the night sky.
Congratulatory voices filled the air, words of praise flowing endlessly like an unceasing river.
As the wedding concluded, the Darkness Master and the others were sent to the bridal chamber. Zhou Yi exchanged a few brief words with the guests before leisurely making his way to the chamber himself.
The first stop:
Huang Yueqing.
The coldly elegant master of Ling Qingzhu.
Zhou Yi was in high spirits.
Her wedding dress burned like fire, and she herself was as flawless as jade.
Huang Yueqing sat demurely at the bedside. Though she and Zhou Yi had long been deeply connected, she could not suppress the tension in her heart. After all, this was her first time as a bride.
Zhou Yi lifted her veil, revealing a face flushed with a delicate blush—dignified, regal, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Yueqing, you're stunning."
He pulled her into his embrace, holding her soft, delicate body while breathing in her enchanting fragrance, utterly content.
A shy smile graced Huang Yueqing's face as memories of their first meeting surfaced.
Back then, Zhou Yi had accompanied Ling Qingzhu to propose marriage.
Who would have thought—
In the blink of an eye, she too had become his bride.
She had followed her disciple, only to lose herself as well.
Bang.
After drinking their nuptial wine, Zhou Yi casually tossed the cup aside, where it shattered upon impact with the ground.
"Ah!"
Huang Yueqing let out a startled cry as Zhou Yi swept her up and threw her onto the bed.
"Be gentle!" she murmured, flustered and shy.
"I know—when a woman says no, she means yes."
"You scoundrel...!"
Huang Yueqing glared at Zhou Yi, about to scold him—only for her words to be silenced.
She knew the extent of Zhou Yi's strength—
Formidable. Terrifying.
Overwhelming.
Only through personal experience could one truly grasp the intoxicating power he wielded.
An irresistible force.
Like a lone boat amidst an endless ocean,
Tossed upon the waves, again and again…
The night was tranquil as water, the stars twinkling above.
A bright moon shyly veiled itself behind drifting clouds, as if covering its eyes in embarrassment.
Inside the bridal chamber,
The flickering flames of dragon-phoenix candles cast dancing shadows upon the walls. Molten wax trickled down like silent tears, drop by drop.
A long, lingering night—steeped in romance.
Huang Yueqing, the Darkness Master, Bo Xuan, Nalan Yanran, Xiao Yixian, Qinglin, Xiao Mei, Ziyue, Yaoyue, Kunling…
One after another.
Zhou Yi did not leave his chambers for an entire month.
Even Yang Guang, the infamous King Zhou of Shang,
Would pale in comparison, overcome with shame.
...
The air was crisp, the foliage gently swaying.
Dew clung to the blades of grass lining the cobblestone path, a delicate frost still lingering from the night before. Under the warming sunlight, the frost melted into glistening droplets, reflecting a spectrum of colors.
In the bedroom,
Zhou Yi's eyes slowly opened, still hazy with sleep. He took in the fresh morning air, his mood light and unburdened.
Beside him, Nalan Yanran lay nestled in his embrace, her delicate features still tinged with an alluring flush. A few faint tear stains clung to the corners of her eyes, stirring a sense of tenderness within him.
The sun had already risen high in the sky, its golden rays filtering through the window.
Zhou Yi carefully extricated himself, not wanting to disturb her slumber.
Outside, he happened upon Yun Yun.
She stood in the garden, dressed in pristine white, her three thousand strands of ebony hair cascading like a waterfall down to her slender waist. Her ethereal beauty was akin to a secluded flower fairy, untouched by the mortal world. Her gaze held neither ambition nor struggle—only a serene detachment, as light as the passing wind.
In her fair hands, she held a watering can, tending to the flowers and plants in quiet diligence.
"Yun'er, my dear, you're so hardworking."
Zhou Yi approached, wrapping his arms around her soft, graceful figure from behind.
"Stop it."
She shot him a sidelong glance. "You reek of Yanran. Hmph."
She hardly needed to guess—Nalan Yanran had surely suffered greatly at his hands.
"We're all family. No need to distinguish so strictly."
Zhou Yi kissed Yun Yun's porcelain cheek, gazing into her clear, luminous eyes, his heart swelling with affection.
"I missed you."
Yun Yun: "…"
She wasn't sure whether to feel happy or resigned.
But as a woman—
With Zhou Yi's residence brimming with beauties, the fact that he had taken a liking to her still filled her heart with delight.
It was proof of her charm.
After teasing Yun Yun in the garden, Zhou Yi felt deeply satisfied and carried her back to her room to rest.
Time flowed by.
In the blink of an eye, two and a half years had passed.
During this time—
Zhou Yi had not spent every day indulging in pleasure.
He had completely transformed the Dou Qi Continent and the Tianxuan Continent into his strongholds. Even if a Supreme Saint-tier powerhouse descended, they would meet their demise instantly.
On this day—
Zhou Yi gazed at the Queen Medusa sleeping soundly in his embrace, his eyes reflecting profound contemplation.
"It's time to return to the Douluo Continent and bring Ah Yin, Erlong, Dongdong, Xixi, Rongrong, Nana… and the others over!"
Silently, Zhou Yi extracted himself from her embrace and vanished from the Zhou Residence.
…
Douluo Divine Realm.
Ever since Zhou Yi had set up the Grand Zhou Creation Formation, the Divine Realm had undergone rapid and extraordinary changes. The Douluo Continent, the Five Elements Continent, and other inhabited planets had become auxiliary worlds, forming part of the grand formation that encircled the Divine Realm.
The formation, binding together the Divine Realm and its surrounding worlds, functioned like a black hole—constantly drawing in matter and energy…
Planets in the surrounding cosmos were inevitably pulled toward it, and the range of its influence continued to expand.
In the tenth year after Zhou Yi's departure—
A life-bearing planet known as the Holy Demon Continent was drawn in.
Liu Erlong and the others quickly subdued the so-called Holy Temple Alliance and the Seventy-Two Demon Pillars that ruled the continent.
To their astonishment, they discovered traces of Zhou Yi's presence on the Holy Demon Continent.
The individual who had gained the most from Zhou Yi's guidance was named Sheng Cai'er.
Through Sheng Cai'er, Liu Erlong, Bibi Dong, and the others came to understand that Zhou Yi had once dream-wandered across three thousand worlds, and among them was the Holy Demon Continent.
Thus—
Seeing that Sheng Cai'er and others possessed outstanding talent and had inherited Zhou Yi's teachings, Liu Erlong and the others brought them to the Divine Realm for further cultivation.
Naturally, the Holy Demon Continent itself was integrated into the Grand Zhou Creation Formation, becoming one of its foundation stones.
Even as a foundation stone—
This was a great fortune for the Holy Demon Continent.
It meant that the continent would grow alongside the formation. Of course, this process would take an immense amount of time, and the fastest-growing entity remained the Divine Realm, which stood as the formation's core.
Time flew like a fleeting horse.
Zhou Yi had now been gone for twenty years.
Over these two decades—
The Douluo Divine Realm had continuously absorbed many incoming life-bearing planets, making the Grand Zhou Creation Formation increasingly formidable. The Divine Realm itself had grown stronger alongside it.
Liu Erlong, Ah Yin, Bibi Dong, and the others saw their cultivation levels rise as a natural consequence.
—Zhou Manor—
In the backyard—
A vast field of Blue Silver Grass stretched over a hundred acres. At its center stood a swing, woven entirely from the delicate blue-gold vines.
"Twenty years… When will Husband return?"
Ah Yin sat on the swing, clad in a flowing blue-and-gold dress, gently swaying.
Her long azure hair cascaded behind her, and her deep blue eyes shone like flawless sapphires, brimming with longing. Her regal and elegant demeanor only enhanced the otherworldly beauty of her delicate features. Around her skirt, golden silk ribbons fluttered, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air.
She seemed to embody the very essence of heaven and earth's beauty, as if she were the true center of the universe, breathtaking beyond measure—rendering all else pale in comparison.
"Ah Yin!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. Ah Yin's delicate frame trembled, her eyes flickering with emotion as she froze in place, holding her breath.
Afraid that it was merely an illusion, a dream that would shatter at the slightest movement—
"Ah Yin, I'm back!"
Zhou Yi stepped forward, pulling Ah Yin's curvaceous, life-imbued body into his embrace and pressing a passionate kiss onto her soft, rosy lips.
"Mm!"
Overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation, Ah Yin was simultaneously stunned and overjoyed.
It wasn't a dream.
Zhou Yi had truly returned.
In the next moment—
Ah Yin's body quivered, her brows knitting together as a watery brilliance filled her enchanting gaze. A familiar feeling surged through her heart.
Only—
Her husband seemed to have grown even stronger.
It was as if she had returned to that very first night at the Rose Hotel…
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