After being summoned by the Primordial Ancestor Universe, I could no longer enter the minor worlds. The longer time dragged on, the more terrifying that voice became.
The voice in the Dark Heavens Ancient Universe had nearly become a whimper, so in the Three Thousand Dao-Proving Universes, it sounded like an eerie, low-frequency wail of grief.
This was already the limit of what I could endure, so I did not have much time left.
After coming out with my wife-sister, I discovered that quite a few female relatives were still chatting inside the hall.
They seemed to have endless topics to discuss. The moment we stepped out, I could still hear their laughter.
When they saw us come out, everyone gathered around us again.
Xue Qingcheng also looked as if she had been granted an amnesty. Waiting truly tormented the heart—clearly within reach, yet still having to harden herself and wait.
Just as I exchanged a few words with everyone and talked about my experiences in the palace, red clouds spread across the distance, and many figures soon appeared.
I led my relatives floating upward to welcome the newcomers.
This time, Xue Qingcheng would have to wait again.
The more auspicious the matter, the more twists and turns it suffered—that was her lot.
"Grandma!"
The one leading them was, of course, everyone's backbone.
After the women's legion had grown larger, there had been no shortage of conflicts among them. Thus, they needed someone capable of mediating every dispute.
Grandma was the arbitrator who smoothed over everyone's differences, and she was deeply beloved by them all.
Surrounded by a crowd of relatives, Grandma was delighted. If I had not returned only once every ten thousand years, I probably would have been ignored outright.
Naturally, we mentioned what had happened recently. But