Chapter 292: Rebirth: I'm a Grandpa (Sixteen)

"Master...Master?"
Dongfang Yunxing was so startled by Su Chen's sudden appearance that he collapsed to the ground.
His face showed surprise and joy, which quickly turned to guilt.
"Master...I..."
Dongfang Yunxing stammered.
Ten years had passed.
Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back, scrutinizing Dongfang Yunxing.
"I heard everything you said just now."
Dongfang Yunxing lowered his head in shame.
Following his master's example,
Perhaps he would have endured it, and then slaughtered the Snowdrift Holy Land and the Radiant Sun Holy Land.
But he couldn't do that.
He was simply throwing his life away.
Su Chen said calmly, "You're not wrong about one thing."
"The choice you made was indeed foolish."
"But..."
"In one's life, one must always do something foolish, driven by passion."
"Through the long years, one won't lose oneself."
In Su Chen's eyes, Dongfang Yunxing's decision was foolish, no different from throwing his life away.
Su Chen's heart, which hadn't stirred for thousands of years, was slightly moved.
It was clearly a foolish thing to do.
If it were him in the past,
perhaps he would have done it too.
Dongfang Yunxing's expression changed from surprise to joy.
His master didn't blame him for his decision.
"Let's go, your master will go with you, to see just how powerful the holy lands and lineages of this world really are."
"How dare they lay a hand on my disciple's wife, they should pay a price."
Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his tone nonchalant.
However, beneath that calm tone lay an indescribable domineering aura.
Dongfang Yunxing felt a warmth in his heart.
He asked curiously, "Master, why have you been silent for ten years?"
Su Chen: "..."
This kid really knows how to ask questions.
Su Chen said expressionlessly, "I haven't slept for too long. I accidentally slept a little too long. You should know, at my level, sleeping for thousands of years is not unusual."
He was definitely not afraid of being discovered by that quasi-emperor wielding an imperial weapon!
Dongfang Yunxing thought for a moment.
It seemed there was no problem.
It was reasonable for a powerful being to go into seclusion for thousands of years.
So sleeping for thousands of years was also reasonable.
But... why would a powerful being need to sleep?
......
Inside the Haori Holy Land
A young man wearing a golden imperial robe embroidered with the sun god's emblem slowly raised his head.
Behind him, countless runes formed from the convergence of solar power shone brilliantly, creating a rising sun.
He was named Yang Shentian.
He was the Holy Son of the Haori Holy Land.
He was the son of an ancient emperor of the Haori Holy Land, born with the cultivation of the Void Realm. To solidify his foundation, he severed his cultivation and sealed himself away, only to regain the Void Realm in a mere twenty years. His talent was considered the best in the Southern Region for ten thousand years, earning him the title of Emperor-level talent.
However, he had another identity.
He came from the Main God Temple, a peak Great Saint within the temple, who unexpectedly perished and arrived in this world.
“They say transmigrators are always discovered by the Transmigrator Alliance and given transmigrator rewards, including cheat codes.”
“Could it be that because I come from the Main God Temple, the Transmigrator Alliance won't give me cheat codes?”
Yang Shentian thought to himself.
However, he was quite satisfied with his current status: son of an emperor, from a super sect, and soon he would obtain the legendary Nine Yin Divine Body to complete his Nine Yang Divine Body. What terrifying talent would Nine Yin and Nine Yang become?
Passing through the Seven Tribulations of the Emperor, possessing aptitude above the seventh level, was not a dream!
Those damned old ancestors of the Snowdrift Holy Land wouldn't even allow him to see Lu Xuewei before seeing the sacred medicine.
But it didn't matter.
Today, everything would be settled.
Within the Haori Holy Land
A festive atmosphere prevailed.
Today was a momentous day in the life of the Haori Holy Land's imperial son.
Countless forces arrived, offering gifts.
Divine dragons and phoenixes sang in harmony, dazzling light enveloping the entire Haori Holy Land.
"That's Lu Xuewei, the Holy Maiden of the Snowdrift Holy Land!"
Everyone saw Lu Xuewei appear.
The woman hailed as the most beautiful woman in the Southern Region.
At this moment, clad in a fiery red wedding gown, a phoenix crafted from golden divine silk soared atop the red silk. A crimson-gold phoenix crown adorned her head, its cascading golden tassels obscuring her true face. Yet, a single glance was enough to declare her an unparalleled beauty, capable of captivating a nation.
“Lu Xuewei, the most beautiful woman in the Southern Region, has haunted the dreams of countless geniuses. Who would have thought she would ultimately marry the prince of the Hao Ri Holy Land?”
“The Holy Maiden Lu seems unwilling. Every step she takes seems to be pushed forward by an invisible hand.”
“Although Lu Xuewei is the Holy Maiden of the Piao Xue Holy Land, does her willingness matter now? Before the two super powers of the Hao Ri Holy Land and the Piao Xue Holy Land, neither can escape submission.”
“…”
Yang Shentian was quite satisfied.
The woman before him truly deserved to be called a peerless beauty.
“You, are you willing to become my wife, Yang Shentian?”
Yang Shentian casually asked.
Regardless of whether the woman before him was willing or not.
He believed that the final answer would only be two words.
That was enough.
What he valued was that the woman's Nine Yin Divine Body could allow him to comprehend the secrets of Nine Yin and Nine Yang.
Lu Xuewei did not answer him immediately.
The fiery wedding dress seemed to have become a cage; the phoenix embroidered on the red silk struggled to fly, and the tassels that draped over her face swayed violently, causing Lu Xuewei's body to shake violently, as if enduring intense pain.
Her soul was being burned hot.
This scene made Yang Shentian frown.
"I..."
"Unwilling!"
Yang Shentian, a high-ranking member of the Haori Holy Land and a powerful figure in the Piaoxue Holy Land.
At this moment, his expression changed drastically.
"How dare you deceive me!"
Yang Shentian was furious.
As the seal cracked...
He discovered that Lu Xuewei's Nine Yin Divine Body had actually been broken!
Enraged, Yang Shentian directly attacked, slapping Lu Xuewei with a palm strike as powerful as the sun in the sky, incinerating everything.
He, a dignified imperial prince, had actually been toyed with!
At that very moment,
from another direction.
Unlike Yang Shentian's blazing sun, radiant with golden light.
It was a black sun, like a deep black hole, its edges burning with an inextinguishable layer of black flames.
The crimson sun and the black sun collided.
A young man, his body wreathed in black flames, appeared, confronting Yang Shentian.
Behind the young man, the black flames coalesced into the figure of a three-legged Nether Crow.
Mysterious, noble, and defiant of the heavens.
That ancient hymn echoed between heaven and earth.
It was an ancient savior.
And also the destroyer of heaven and earth.
Yang Shentian asked solemnly, "Who are you?"
"I am Dongfang Yunxing."
"And also... Lu Xuewei's man!"