The Punching Dolls Yearned to Lie Flat; Summoning the Ancestral Dragon Made Him the Dragon Race's Hope Once More

Orchids flourished beneath the courtyard, while the sun and moon stretched long within the pot.

Although everything in Su Mansion remained as before, in reality, roughly four hundred years had passed since he went to the Abyssal Secret Realm.

To the All Heavens True Monarchs who had adventured alongside him, to the powerful True Persons of the Myriad Worlds and the Tianyuan locals, that time had been but the flick of a finger. In their eyes, it was merely the end of an operation to target and fight demons.

Yet for the many ordinary people of the Kaiyuan Immortal Kingdom who lacked spirit roots and found cultivation difficult, grandsons had become grandfathers, and several generations had passed in the blink of an eye.

Four hundred years flowed by. For Su Qing, too, it had been an exceedingly long journey.

Before that, after all, he had cultivated for only two or three hundred years.

"After only two or three hundred years, I cultivated myself from nothing into a Tier 5 Physical Body and a Deity Transformation primordial spirit.

"You Punching Dolls and Meditating Dolls, after I left for four hundred years, you only cultivated this much for me? Looks like, with me gone, you've all started slacking off!"

He released every Punching Doll and Meditating Doll from his Storage Bag.

There were Punching Dolls that looked just like him, their skin, flesh, tendons, bones, natural endowments, and meridians nearly identical to his own, all infused with his essence blood. They were still grunting and shouting as they wielded the eighteen weapons and cultivated eighteen kinds of battle techniques. Others stood in horse stances or sat cross-legged, devoted solely to tempering their bodies.

His divine sense settled upon them as he examined their information.

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