"Argh!"
Tang San jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. His breathing was erratic, and his chest rose and fell as though he had just escaped a nightmare.
To his dismay, Ma Hongjun was sprawled across his lap, drooling in his sleep. A wet patch on Tang San's trousers made it clear that whatever pleasant dreams Ma Hongjun was having, they came at Tang San's expense.
Disgust flickered across Tang San's face. He shoved at Ma Hongjun, only for the latter to cling even tighter, muttering incoherently and, worse yet, biting at his leg.
"Get off me!"
Tang San couldn't bear it any longer. Channeling a burst of strength, he sent Ma Hongjun flying. The drunk man landed unceremoniously on Dai Mubai, who was fast asleep nearby. Ma Hongjun's unconscious instincts kicked in, and he latched onto Dai Mubai instead.
Shaking his head in exasperation, Tang San turned inward, recalling the dream he had moments earlier.
It felt real—eerily so, as though it were a glimpse of the future.
The thought that his Tang family had been humiliated, the women he cared for taken away by Zhou Yi, stirred a deep resentment within him. Even his aunt hadn't escaped the man's grasp.
"Thirty years of setbacks, thirty years of humiliation," Tang San muttered to himself. "But the day I ascend to godhood will be the day I avenge my name."
Resolute, he clenched his fists, steeling his heart against the bitterness within.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yi was in the midst of sparring with Bai Chenxiang and Huo Wu. The two women coordinated their attacks, striving to corner their formidable opponent.
But the adversary they faced was a monstrous creature—both immense in size and terrifyingly powerful. It exuded an aura of boundless might, and its aggression knew no bounds.
Even working together, Bai Chenxiang and Huo Wu were no match for the creature. Its overwhelming strength had them spitting blood in moments, and soon enough, they were unconscious, completely drained of energy.
Seeing that the two had reached their limits, Zhou Yi withdrew, leaving the battlefield in a blur of motion. He appeared elsewhere in an instant, his form a streak of light.
"My lord," a voice as sweet as honey greeted him.
Yan Lingji, with her enchanting allure, coiled around Zhou Yi like a serpent. Her melodious voice carried an intoxicating warmth as she leaned closer, exhaling softly against his ear.
Overwhelmed by her charm, Zhou Yi pulled her close, savoring the delicate fragrance in her hair. He carried her into her chambers, where the night deepened in intimacy.
As Yan Lingji drifted into a blissful slumber, Zhou Yi remained awake, organizing the fruits of his recent endeavors.
In just half a year, Zhou Yi had married multiple women: Zhu Zhuqing, Yan Lingji, Xue Ke, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Meng Yiran, Ye Lingling, Huo Wu, Bai Chenxiang, and the seven women of Skywater Academy, including Shui Bing'er. The total now stood at sixteen wives.
The rewards had been extraordinary.
Among them were rare pills, divine weapons, and numerous treasures. Two particularly grand rewards were tied to crossing thresholds of forty and fifty wives, yielding divine artifacts and soul rings of unparalleled power.
Now, Zhou Yi's cultivation had reached the 156th level—entering the realm of the Creator God.
The million-year Soul Ring ability granted by the Immortal Execution Sword Martial Soul was the Calming Chaos Technique.
This was one of the three great sword techniques of the Perfect World, on par with the renowned Grass Sword Art.
Though Zhou Yi could not yet unleash its full power, even a mere fragment of its potential was formidable—like a trump card capable of devastating impact.
The million-year Soul Ring ability of the Candle Dragon Martial Soul was the Heaven Reversal Technique.
This ability allowed one to perceive the heavens, illuminate all realms of Yanfu, and uncover the karmic threads of the past with no hindrance.
Though lacking direct offensive power, the value of such knowledge often surpassed brute force.
Of course, given Zhou Yi's current strength, it was impossible for him to truly see through the heavens, light up the realms, or comprehend the karmic past without limit.
However, within the Douluo God Realm and its subordinate worlds, nothing could escape his notice when he employed this ability.
"How lonely is invincibility!" Zhou Yi couldn't help but hum softly.
The malicious flood dragon hiding in Yan Lingji's palace seemed agitated, as though roused by the melody, swelling with violent energy.
Yan Lingji, startled, sought solace in Zhou Yi's arms, eventually falling into a deep, peaceful slumber after being comforted.
Zhou Yi resumed his routine of three meals a day, leading a tranquil life.
Meanwhile, Liu Erlong, Ah Yin, Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong, Bo Saixi, Gu Yuena, Tang Yuehua, and others had successively conceived their second child.
Even the recently wedded Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and others, blessed with good fortune, began showing signs of pregnancy.
Life was becoming increasingly hopeful and fulfilling.
A month later, Zhou Yi continued as usual—by taking new wives.
This time, he married Yao Yue and Lian Xing, along with two attendant handmaidens, Hua Yuenu and Hua Xingnu.
On their wedding night, Zhou Yi did not follow his usual pattern of moving from weakest to strongest. Instead, he headed straight for Yao Yue's chamber.
After all, if he went to any other room first, Yao Yue would undoubtedly be displeased.
It had taken Zhou Yi six months, leveraging his unmatched charm and peerless strength (9999999999+ charisma), to win over this proud and aloof goddess.
Tonight marked the culmination of his efforts.
Entering the room with an excited heart, Zhou Yi found Yao Yue seated gracefully by the bedside.
The grand palace master of the Shifting Flowers Palace, Yao Yue, was a legendary figure. Though her strength was not overwhelming, her presence exuded a majestic allure that seemed unattainable, an ethereal beauty beyond mortal reach.
Yet, it was precisely this untouchable aura that made conquering her all the more satisfying.
Zhou Yi approached, lifting her bridal veil.
Her otherworldly beauty and unparalleled elegance were breathtaking.
Her slender, jade-like hands rested softly in her lap, their delicate grace mesmerizing. Merely sitting there, her unparalleled charm eclipsed all else, leaving no one capable of looking away.
How could such a flawless figure exist?
"Dear husband," Yao Yue spoke, her starry eyes gazing at Zhou Yi, her voice melodious and tender, captivating his heart and soul.
"Yue'er!"
Staring at Yao Yue's radiant, soft, and unparalleled beauty, Zhou Yi's heart trembled.
Her celestial beauty was so mesmerizing, so overwhelming, it was almost suffocating.
Her exquisite figure and perfect jade-like form exuded an irresistible allure. Her fragrance, a mix of orchid and musk, intoxicated his senses.
As Yao Yue leaned into Zhou Yi's embrace, her heart raced—a rare sensation for her.
She was still young and had yet to experience the betrayal of Jiang Feng, so her domineering nature had not devolved into the unhealthy obsession born of heartbreak.
Otherwise, winning her over would not have been so straightforward—it might have required years of cultivating affection.
"It's late. Let us rest," Yao Yue said softly after they drank their ceremonial wedding wine.
Unable to contain his excitement, Zhou Yi lifted Yao Yue's soft, enchanting figure in his arms.
Her skin was as smooth and flawless as jade, her body supple and perfectly proportioned, radiating an almost sacred charm.
Yao Yue's beauty was more than skin-deep; it seemed to emanate from her very bones. She embodied both purity and seduction in perfect harmony, making her irresistible yet untaintable.
Every inch of her being seemed to emit a heat that defied resistance.
She was a perfect fusion of celestial grace and demonic allure, blending the sacred and the sensual into an utterly unique charm.
Her physique, flawless beyond imagination, could leave even the most legendary heroes and warriors breathless.
Zhou Yi's battle spirit surged to unprecedented heights (+99999999999).
Not to be outdone, Yao Yue prepared to seize the initiative.
During the past six months, under Zhou Yi's guidance, her Bright Moon Divine Art had reached the ninth-layer pinnacle.
This supreme inner cultivation technique of the Shifting Flowers Palace granted mystical power and the secret of eternal youth.
At its peak, it allowed her to absorb external energy instead of expending her own, creating an endless cycle of accumulation.
Her true energy now formed a vortex-like force within her body, pulling everything near her as if she were a magnet.
Tonight, she would test her newfound strength against Zhou Yi.
Hiss!
How terrifying!
The Thirteenth Stage of the Water-Fire Golden Bell Shield versus the Ninth Layer of the Bright Moon Divine Technique!
Unknowingly, the moon had passed its zenith.
With dawn only an hour away, Zhou Yi had no choice but to unleash his ultimate technique.
He struck the frenzied Yao Yue unconscious, ensuring she wouldn't stop him from leaving.
Under normal circumstances, battling for ten days and nights wouldn't have mattered to Zhou Yi.
But this time, Lian Xing was waiting.
Zhou Yi withdrew and entered Lian Xing's chamber, lifting the bridal veil.
"Husband!"
Lian Xing's red-rimmed eyes sparkled with joy. In truth, she had already resigned herself to Zhou Yi not coming tonight.
After all, she knew her sister's domineering nature—unyielding and overbearing.
"Xing'er, I've kept you waiting!"
Zhou Yi pulled Lian Xing's delicate, soft body into his embrace.
Blushing shyly, her cheeks flushed like a sunset, Lian Xing buried her face in Zhou Yi's chest. After sharing their ceremonial wine, Zhou Yi wasted no time.
With Zhou Yi's assistance, Lian Xing's Mingyu Divine Art reached the pinnacle of the ninth layer, making her strength comparable to Yao Yue's.
By the time the sun was high in the sky, Zhou Yi sensed Yao Yue awakening. Carrying Lian Xing, he returned to Yao Yue's chamber, holding both sisters in his arms.
Pure bliss.
Yao Yue woke with a soft groan, feeling Zhou Yi's warm embrace. A sweet happiness surged through her, her cheeks tinged with a bashful warmth and tenderness.
No matter how headstrong a woman might be, a proper lesson could bring her to heel.
If it didn't work, the strength or frequency simply wasn't enough.
Satisfied, Zhou Yi checked their rewards.
Lian Xing's were rather ordinary—some elixirs and divine weapons.
But Yao Yue's reward was extraordinary: The Immortal Demon Physique!
"A physique!"
Zhou Yi was pleasantly surprised. While this Immortal Demon Physique was only at the introductory level, it was still incredibly powerful, significantly boosting his innate talent.
In the cultivation world, whether pursuing immortality or demonic paths, progress with this physique would be astonishing—on par with those with immortal roots.
"Incredible!"
With a single thought, Zhou Yi fused with the Immotal Demon Physique. His aura grew more captivating, and his mood soared.
Feeling invigorated, he turned his attention back to Yao Yue and Lian Xing, thoroughly "bullying" them once again.
Over the next few days, Zhou Yi took Hua Yuenu and Hua Xingnu into his fold. Their rewards, however, weren't particularly noteworthy.
Half a month later, Zhou Yi visited the Divine Realm.
The Grand Zhou Heavenly Creation World Formation's Divine Realm section—the core of the Grand Zhou Heavenly World—was now fully completed.
Zhou Yi decided it was time to lead the Zhou Clan in ascending to the Divine Realm.
All martial artists above level ninety within the Martial Sect could accompany them.
When this news broke, the entire world was in an uproar.
Many Titled Douluo within the Spirit Hall could no longer sit still. They sought to join the Martial Sect.
In the end, Pope Bai Xue announced the Spirit Hall's merger into the Martial Sect.
Thus, the Spirit Hall—once the holy land for Soul Masters—became history.
Half a month later, on the day of ascension, Martial God City was packed with people. Countless martial artists and Soul Masters gathered to witness the Zhou Clan's rise.
"An entire clan ascending to the Divine Realm!"
"The Martial Ancestor has achieved something unprecedented!"
"Stories of gods have existed for ages, but no one has ever led their entire family to ascend together!"
"The Martial Ancestor is truly one of a kind!"
Discussions buzzed with excitement.
"Impossible!"
Tang San was dumbfounded.
Could everything he dreamt of have been a lie?
Even if Zhou Yi had become a God King, how could he bring his entire clan to ascend?
Did he really think the Divine Realm was his home?
Moreover, Zhou Yi didn't seem to have inherited any of the five great God King positions.
Tang San was utterly confused.
Boom!
Suddenly, thunder roared as lightning tore through the void. Infinite rays of divine light cascaded from the rift, blanketing the land.
The heavens echoed with boundless hymns.
Flowers rained from the sky, and golden lotuses emerged from the earth.
All beings on the Douluo Continent gaped in astonishment, as if they had entered a heavenly palace.
Zhou Yi's figure appeared in the void, surrounded by endless divine radiance.
Majestic.
Sacred.
Incomparable.
"Martial Ancestor!"
"Martial Ancestor!"
"Martial Ancestor!"
Countless people knelt in reverence, their voices resounding through the heavens. They watched as one figure after another appeared beside Zhou Yi, their forms enveloped in divine radiance, ascending toward the rift leading to the Divine Realm.
Although some members of the Zhou Clan and the Martial Sect stayed behind, Zhou Yi only brought the chosen to ascend.
Thus, the Douluo Continent remained his garden, though its central focus now shifted to the Divine Realm.
After all, nurturing a true dragon required the vast skies, not shallow waters.
The conditions for cultivation in the Divine Realm far surpassed those of the Douluo Continent, especially with the completion of Zhou Yi's Grand Zhou Heavenly Creation World Formation.
As Zhou Yi and his entourage vanished into the divine radiance, the light faded, and the heavens and earth returned to their usual tranquility, as though nothing had ever occurred.
Yet everyone knew—
Zhou Yi, the Martial Ancestor, had ascended with his entire clan.
Truly, one man attaining the Dao elevates all under his care.
The Martial Ancestor became a legend.
The Martial Sect remained a towering presence on the Douluo Continent, standing as the sole transcendent force. After this ascension, its influence grew even more unmatched.
Nearly everyone viewed joining the Martial Sect as the ultimate honor.
Divine Realm.
Martial God City.
Zhou Residence.
Here lay the Zhou Clan's grand estate, prepared long before, far larger than their home on the Douluo Continent.
Martial God City itself dwarfed the entirety of the Douluo Continent.
The city was the core of Zhou Yi's Grand Zhoue Heavenly Creation World Formation. The energy here, refined into Creation Qi, filled the air with unparalleled vitality.
Rich and potent yet harmless, even mortals could thrive here, reaping immense benefits.
However, while Martial God City exceeded the Douluo Continent in scale, it wasn't open to outsiders.
At its very heart stood the Zhou Residence—
Lofty, imposing, and awe-inspiring.
Zhou Yi led his family and companions to settle within the residence.
A month passed in the Divine Realm.
In the lower realms, thirty years had already gone by.
Through his Dream of Three Thousand Worlds, Zhou Yi had scattered the seeds of martial cultivation across countless life-bearing stars beneath the jurisdiction of the Divine Realm. These seeds had taken root, unleashing unparalleled power.
The name Martial Ancestor now echoed across not only the Douluo Divine Realm but also neighboring life-bearing worlds beyond its domain.
A vast ocean of faith gathered above Martial God City, hanging in the sky like a celestial river—majestic and awe-inspiring.
Rising from the warmth of soft jade and gentle fragrances, Zhou Yi gazed upward, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"It is time to condense the Martial Ancestor's Divine Throne!"
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