"Home..."
Zhou Qiangwei was somewhat dazed. Where was there any home left? Even the Abyss Realm was gone.
When Chen Fusheng mentioned that Saint Yuan Yeqiu had returned, Zhou Qiangwei was overjoyed. "Big Madam is back? When? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Chen Fusheng recounted his experiences over the years. When she heard that he had opened the source of the Pure Yang Continent, secluded himself for a full ten years, and even reached the Eighth Realm, Zhou Qiangwei's mood improved greatly.
Her face shone with a sweet smile as she looked forward to the future. Even if bitter battles and bloodshed awaited them, things were far better than they had been several decades ago.
For the time being, Chen Fusheng still planned to keep a low profile!
Establishing an Ancestral Temple for Chen Yuanqing and shaping a Flesh Clay Body was an urgent matter.
Back then, he had told Saint Yuan Yeqiu about this. Chen Fusheng did not know how far his mother had gotten with her preparations, or whether she had successfully summoned countless elite disciples from the mortal world.
Chen Fusheng was beginning to stir with anticipation. As long as their family remained together, then even if an irresistible apocalyptic disaster arrived, he believed the gourd could carry them out.
As for the source of the Pure Yang Civilization, since the Pure Yang Continent had encountered such a change, preserving its fire seed and finding a new birthplace for the civilization was the most important matter.
When that time came, Chen Fusheng could take away a large number of native life-forms and rebuild an environment for the Pure Yang Civilization in the boundless Outer Universe.
Of course, that was a matter for later. Unless absolutely necessary, how could Chen Fusheng leave the Pure Yang Continent? He