Zhou Fuqiu bowed deeply, "I will do my utmost, and will not disappoint my master and uncles!"
Exiting Tianyuan Temple, Zhou Fuqiu felt exhilarated, yet his expression had returned to calm.
Unaware of the envious glances directed his way, he returned to the new Chaixi Palace on his own.
There, many were waiting for him.
Senior Sister Shi Miaoyin, Second Senior Brother Fu Bin, Fifth Senior Sister.
His family mbers Zhou Yuwei, Zhou Yuqi who was sitting in a wheelchair, and his cousin Lin Qingtong.
And his sister Zhou Qingyu!
Upon returning, everyone celebrated his joy in acquiring his Natal Magic Item with a grand feast.
Throughout the feast, other senior brothers ca by to offer their congratulations.
Among them were also many juniors he had saved on the battlefield by the East Sea.
Unknowingly, Zhou Fuqiu had already gathered a remarkable network around him. These people might not seem outstanding within Tian Nan Dao Palace, but if placed in the entire Tian Nan Continent, or even the whole of Zhongzhou, they would beco leaders.
And Zhou Fuqiu was the most brilliant of them all.
After the celebration, Zhou Fuqiu returned to the Cultivation Room as usual.
The words of Observatory Master Zhan Bingtao and his master still echoed in Zhou Fuqiu’s mind.
From a very young age, he had a yearning for power.
This yearning beca urgent as ti went on.
He longed for power, eager for higher status, not only for himself but also for those around him.
This urgent yearning seed to vanish after he broke through the Golden Core Period.
But on Liubo Mountain, under the gaze of that enormous Black Dragon, he realized that as a Golden Core Ascendant Master, he was still insignificant!
Only as a Nascent Soul, only as a Divine Transformation, could he roam this world and protect those he cherished.
Once again, he found his motivation.
"I must achieve a good rank in the Jiazi Competition and definitely enter the Mirage Dragon Cave Heaven!"
"A year in the Outer World is a hundred years in the Cave Heaven."
"If I can erge from there, I will be a Nascent Soul True Master!"
Zhou Fuqiu thought, his resolve unwavering!
...
Days and months pass unnoticed in the mountains; in the outside world, a thousand years have gone by.
Unknowingly, fifty years had passed since Luo Chen arrived at Beiji Yemo Tian.
This place, once a Holy Land Mountain Gate, no longer shone with auroras or blocked sunlight in its grandeur from the past.
The air was filled with bitter cold winds and snow, and the sky seed coated in gray, forming a thick iron curtain.
On this day!
Above the iron-curtain sky, a vast river of stars surged forth, rolling by.
Where the river of stars passed, the iron curtain opened up, making way for clear skies.
Even the Blood Pool within the glacier began to boil uncontrollably.
In that mont, it felt as if heaven and earth were about to be destroyed.
But in an instant, the vast river of stars disappeared.
The iron curtain closed once more, the snow and cold returned, and the Blood Pool regained its calm.
Sensing such phenona, Little White and the Black King hurried back from other parts of Ye Mo Sky, waiting at mid-mountain.
Whoosh!
A streak of Sword Light shot skyward, then descended before them.
The newcor was tall, with rugged features and lips curled in either disdain or scorn; his black eyes were like a bottomless abyss, pulling all into them.
He stood there quietly, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, almost piercing the heavens.
Standing silently for a mont, the Black Clothed Daoist exhaled a breath of Turbid Qi.
As he released that breath, the sharpness gradually retracted, returning to its original gentle jade-like state.
Little White and the Black King exchanged a glance, then spoke in unison.
"Congratulations, Master, on leaving seclusion!"
Luo Chen smiled faintly, waving his wide sleeves.
"Let’s go, we’re returning to the Eastern Wasteland!"
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