In Spirit City, within the Pope Hall, Qian Daoliu appeared in the hall upon his return.
"What are you here for?" Bibi Dong, seated at the main throne, frowned, her tone cold.
"Xue'er's children have already reached their full moon. The boy is named Qingchuan, the girl is named Xiyue. They are Yang Yunhai's children. Although born from an accident, their feelings are true." Qian Daoliu said flatly, "From today onwards, Yang Yunhai is the Holy Son of my Worship Hall."
"In addition, Xue'er has already ascended the throne of the Heaven Dou Empire."
Naturally, he hoped Bibi Dong could accept this, reconcile with his granddaughter, and work together for Spirit Hall. But if Bibi Dong was unwilling, continued harming Spirit Hall's interests, or even disrupted the happiness his granddaughter had just gained, endangering his great-grandchildren—
He wouldn't hesitate to make a decision.
Once his words fell, golden light flashed across his body, and he disappeared from the spot.
Bibi Dong's expression darkened as she sat rigid in her throne, her knuckles turning pale from gripping her scepter too tightly.
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Suotuo City, southern district, late at night.
"Hot… too hot… can't stand it…" Ma Hongjun's entire body flushed red as he rolled frantically on his bed.
Suddenly he leapt up, dashing out into the snow-filled night. The biting chill pierced into him, goosebumps instantly covering his skin, followed by a sharp spasm in his chest. His vision went black.
His body collapsed straight into the snow, gradually buried under falling flakes.
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A remote mountain village, morning.
Inside a modest home, a faint fire burned. Yu Xiaogang slumped in a wicker chair, his temples graying, eyes hollow. The news of Tang Hao's death had spread; he had already heard it. Yang Yunhai's soul master theories had spread; he had also heard. He had also heard the world's mockery and scorn directed at him.
He was ruined. Completely ruined.
"Xiaogang…" Looking at Yu Xiaogang's withered state, Liu Erlong appeared equally haggard. Day after day, no good news ever reached them. Having lost her cultivation, age had already begun etching lines onto her face. Every time she looked into the mirror, she could see the changes.
Yu Xiaogang's despair, daily chores, her gradually aging face—it was draining her completely.
For the sake of his fragile emotions, she didn't dare ask him to help, forcing herself to bear everything alone.
The civilian life she had never known before, she now understood thoroughly—the hardship, the helplessness.
It was too hard. Far too hard.
"Every day just lying there, letting your wife do everything. What a useless man."
"A grown man with hands and feet—doesn't he feel ashamed?"
Outside, a few villagers peered through the window, seeing Liu Erlong busy inside while Yu Xiaogang slumped uselessly, and their eyes filled with disdain. "What a pity, such a fine woman marrying a useless wretch. Truly… sigh."
As their voices faded, Liu Erlong's nose suddenly stung, tears brimming. Yu Xiaogang remained oblivious.
Crack, Crack, Crack—firecrackers exploded outside, followed by children's delighted shouts.
Her tears finally spilled over.
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Meanwhile, inside the Heaven Dou Palace.
"Yiya, yiya." The three-month-old babies couldn't yet speak; happiness could only be expressed by waving tiny hands and babbling.
Yang Yunhai, visiting before the new year, heard them the moment he entered. He smiled and walked toward the soul tool rocking cradle.
Qian Renxue smiled softly. This soul tool Yunhai had crafted had saved her much effort.
"Xue Ye can last at most another year." Yang Yunhai stepped forward, speaking of serious matters. Now that she had ascended the throne, she no longer needed to hold back as much, filling the court with more of her own trusted aides.
Things were easier now—especially with Dugu Bo, Ning Fengzhi, and others helping.
"Take it slowly, no rush." Yang Yunhai nodded. "You also need time to consolidate power."
"Mm, a year is more than enough." Qian Renxue said, "Once you return and we've finished dealing with the Clear Sky Sect, I'll temporarily hand state affairs to my stand-in and Ning Fengzhi, then return to Spirit City to attempt the Angel God Trial. I'll strive to return before the children are grown. After that, it will be time to pressure the Star Luo Empire."
Yang Yunhai nodded slightly, turning his gaze toward Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan, who were teasing the children. He smiled faintly.
"Sigh, who knows how long Yan Yan's Sea God Trial will take." Dugu Bo sighed.
"I really do want to hold my great-grandchildren soon."
'…' Yang Yunhai glanced at him, choosing silence.
Time slipped quickly, and soon the new year passed.
"Travel safely." In the early dawn, Qian Renxue, too weary to rise from bed, watched Yang Yunhai leave.
That night passed without words. By the next morning, before light had broken, Yang Yunhai carried Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing, flying with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo out of Heaven Dou City.
They landed in a forest by the roadside outside the city.
"Greetings, Elders." Ye Lingling and Ning Rongrong, already waiting there, bowed in salute.
Ning Fengzhi was also present. Facing Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, he cupped his hands slightly. "Elder Chrysanthemum, Elder Ghost, I must trouble you for the days ahead."
"A trivial matter." Chrysanthemum Douluo waved his hand, then added, "Since everyone is here, let's set off."
"Mm." Ning Fengzhi nodded, flipping his hand to produce a small boat. "This is the Dragon Abyss Vessel."
Chrysanthemum Douluo accepted it, then signaled everyone to board the carriages prepared by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Under the escort of sect disciples, the convoy sped down the official road, disappearing from Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo's view as the sun rose.
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Days later, at the shore outside Hanhai City.
Chrysanthemum Douluo summoned the Dragon Abyss Vessel, flying it into deep waters and channeling soul power into it.
Within moments, the vessel expanded proportionally, turning into a fine warship floating gently on the sea. Yang Yunhai immediately embraced Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan by the waist, while Ghost Douluo lifted Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling, all flying aboard.
Inside, the cabin wasn't very spacious—two rows of seats along the sides, with a control room at the front.
"It's really transparent. You can see the outside from inside!" Ning Rongrong looked around with bright curiosity. "Father said once it dives underwater, the effect will be even better, allowing us to see the surroundings in all directions."
"Then let's take her under." Yang Yunhai nodded. "Beneath calm seas, the Dragon Abyss Vessel's full potential can be used. Without surface waves interfering, it will sail faster. If all goes smoothly, even skirting the Demon Whale's territory, we should reach Sea God Island in about ten days."
Ghost Douluo nodded and strode into the control room, closing the hatch and guiding the vessel beneath the waves. Within moments, they were over ten meters deep in calm waters.
"Wow, it's so beautiful—so many fish around us!" Ning Rongrong, still at the age of youthful wonder, had eyes full of starlight.
Sunlight filtered down through the rippling sea surface like auroras in winter, dazzling and beautiful.
"Hmph, when we arrive, I'm definitely going to try every kind of seafood." Dugu Yan raised her chin proudly.
Once they reached Sea God Island, they'd likely eat until sick of it. Still, at least this world wasn't plagued with nuclear pollution—no need to worry about seafood safety. Yang Yunhai smiled to himself, not spoiling the girls' excitement.
Ghost Douluo kept silent, steering the vessel forward.
Before long, century-old sea soul beasts appeared in view. Seeing this, Dugu Yan immediately activated the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud to cloak the ship.
The surrounding soul beasts swam past as if the vessel were invisible.
"Xiao Hai, you all should cultivate. Old Ghost and I will keep watch." Chrysanthemum Douluo said.
"Alright." Yang Yunhai nodded, sitting cross-legged to begin cultivation.
Beneath the sea, the vessel was stable, not disturbing meditation—though the rate of cultivation was slightly slower.
The girls said nothing more, sitting down to cultivate as well.
Chrysanthemum Douluo sat quietly, keeping vigilance while occasionally admiring the underwater scenery.
(End of Chapter)
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