Extra 4: The Continent's Capital, "This Lonely One" and "This Seat"

Qing Yanjing proposed her departure to her husband.

At first, Mu Feng would not agree, but he was eventually persuaded by his wife.

Ever since the head of the Qing Branch, her father, failed his breakthrough to the Saint Grade and passed away, the Qing Branch had lost its pillar of support, leading to the clan forcing a marriage upon her; the Qing Branch was already showing signs of decline.

If Qing Yanjing did not return, the Qing Branch would inevitably face further suppression, and she could not let down her clansmen.

Secondly, the Buddha Ancient Clan had given her life and raised her, providing the resources for her cultivation; they had never been in her debt.

Years ago, she had fled her own wedding, refusing to marry the head of the Mohe God Clan, causing the Ancient Clan to lose all face in the Great Thousand World and face the wrath of the leader of the five great God Clans.

She had to provide the clan with an explanation; Qing Yanjing was never one to be ungrateful.

Thirdly, as their child grew older, she feared that if she did not leave soon, she would be unable to bear the separation.

By returning to the clan, she could also draw their attention away from her family.

Fourthly, as a Mid-Grade Spirit Array Grandmaster, the next step was to become a High-Grade Spirit Array Grandmaster, comparable to a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign.

Thus, a High-Grade Spirit Array Grandmaster was also known as a Saint Grade Grandmaster.

Qing Yanjing wished to challenge the realm of a Saint Grade Grandmaster, and there was no place more suitable or safer than the Buddha Realm, her maternal clan, which was guarded by a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign.

With the protective spirit arrays and the Clan Ancestral Tower, even an ordinary Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign could not step half a step into the Buddha Realm!

Qing Yanjing's decision was not made in a moment of passion, but after deep and careful consideration.

Once she succeeded in her breakthrough to the Saint Grade, who would hold the power in the Buddha Ancient Clan remained to be seen.

Although she felt she owed the clan, it did not mean she would allow herself to be manipulated like a puppet; otherwise, she would not have fled her wedding in the first place.

Mu Feng was persuaded by his wife.

Because he could not force Qing Yanjing to be a person who was unfaithful, unrighteous, and unfilial.

"A-Jing, go in peace. I will take good care of Chen'er."

Mu Feng's expression was pained, his brows locked in a tight frown, and his lips were pressed firmly together.

Their bloodline had just been born, not even a month old; a loving couple enjoying the joys of family life, only to be struck by the agony of separation—it was a human tragedy.

He was a husband, and even more so a father; these burdens could only be borne by him in silence.

"What are you thinking? This Concubine is not leaving this very instant."

"Besides, you and I are husband and wife, and we have our child; we will surely be reunited in the future. For now, we must lie low. Brother Feng, give me some time, and trust me."

Qing Yanjing giggled, breaking the thick sorrow that permeated the air.

"Hm?"

Mu Feng, his eyes slightly red, lifted his head in astonishment.

This Domain Lord had already worked up his emotions, prepared to shed a silent tear, and this is what you say?

Looking at her bewildered husband, the gentle beauty explained patiently: "This Concubine was born into a great clan, adorned in gold and purple, soaring like a phoenix, a golden branch and jade leaf."

"It would be no exaggeration to call me a Goddess of Heaven."

"How could I return to the clan alone and leave my husband and child to suffer outside?"

"Especially my child, who possesses the blood of a dragon and the marrow of a phoenix; he is destined to reach the peak of the Sovereigns from birth."

"Before returning to the Buddha Realm, I intend to carve out an immortal foundation for you and Brother Feng, to split the land and seal you as lords, to let you reign supreme, to live in luxury, and to rule over endless mountains and rivers."

Qing Yanjing's words sounded flowery, but they meant one thing.

I was born to enjoy life, a heavenly daughter of a God Clan.

Therefore, as my offspring, Chen'er cannot suffer from birth; he must be dressed in fine silks and enjoy wealth and glory, so I will carve out a territory for you before I leave.

I hope you will guard this foundation, take good care of our child, and raise him to adulthood.

Mu Feng was also moved, turning away silently.

He felt a little hurt inside, thinking that their current foundation was not bad either.

He was, after all, the Domain Lord of the Mu Domain, one of the nine great domains of the Northern Spiritual Realm, with a thousand troops; even if he couldn't give Chen'er endless luxury, he could ensure he never went without food or clothing.

Yet, A-Jing still thought their family business was too small.

When he first founded the Mu Domain, she had praised him as a bold and heroic man, a peerless hero.

Before marriage, she called me her little sweetie; after marriage, she treats me like a commoner. How realistic.

He tui~, women, they really are all just spicy pickled chicken feet!

"Brother Feng, follow this Concubine."

Before Mu Feng could finish healing, he felt Qing Yanjing pat his shoulder, controlling their bodies to crash into the depths of the void, tearing through space and vanishing without a trace.

In the Great Thousand World, an Eighth Grade Sovereign could begin to control space.

As a Heavenly Sovereign, she possessed vast supernatural powers and could traverse the stars with her physical body.

With Qing Yanjing's terrifying cultivation, if someone were to crush a spirit seal she had refined beforehand from hundreds of millions of miles away, she could even descend in her true form across continents.

Hundred Spirit Heaven, Hundred Spirit City.

As the capital of the Hundred Spirit Continent, the prosperity and wealth of Hundred Spirit City are unrivaled across the land.

Whether in terms of population, the number of experts, or cultivation resources, it far surpasses the hundreds of other cities on the continent, serving as the natural center of governance.

With the recent commencement of the King's Tribute Festival, the city's popularity has become even more explosive.

Forces from all directions have gathered here to enter the palace, pay homage to the new King, offer tributes, and express their submission; this is only to be expected.

The Hundred Spirit Continent has been ruled for thousands of years by the Northern Profound Sect, a titan and super-power of the Great Thousand world's northwest. Their foundation is rock-solid, and they have long since achieved a state where the world bows to their will.

As the old saying goes, a magistrate can ruin a family, and a governor can destroy a clan.

Not to mention that the suzerain state's father has sent his own son to serve as the new King; which short-sighted force would have the audacity to defy them?

They have all dragged their families to the capital to pay tribute, striving to make a good impression.

Inside the towering, magnificent hall, the surroundings are opulent, adorned with carved railings and jade masonry.

The leaders of every notable force on the continent have appeared here, kneeling obediently in their respective seats, watching the court dance and music.

From time to time, beautiful maids carrying jade pitchers weave through the crowd like nimble butterflies.

Mu Domain certainly does not have the qualifications to receive an invitation.

If Mu Feng could conquer the other eight domains and unify the Northern Spiritual Realm, he might barely qualify, though he would likely only be seated at the very end near the door.

Looking closely, it is a scene of peace and prosperity.

"The King arrives~~~"

Suddenly, with a sharp and hurried announcement, the atmosphere shifted instantly.

A young man dressed in dark gold robes with narrow eyes walked out from the side hall, surrounded by attendants, and strode toward the throne to sit down.

His features were handsome, though his temperament appeared somewhat effeminate.

His pale complexion, unsteady gait, and the lecherous glint that occasionally flashed in his eyes—undoubtedly signs of indulgence in lust—ruined his overall appearance.

Yet, as his arms moved, a powerful ripple of spiritual energy emanated from him.

He was, shockingly, an Earth Sovereign!

"We pay our respects to the King of Hundred Spirits!"

The leaders of all parties rose to welcome him, their expressions solemn, holding their breath in concentration.

Even the court dancers, busy below the jade steps, hurriedly ceased their graceful movements and pressed their hands to their chests to welcome the arrival of the Lord of Hundred Spirits.

The music stopped abruptly, and the hall fell silent.

Seeing this, a close eunuch by the side of the King of Hundred Spirits, relying on his master's favor, stepped forward nimbly, waved his hand, and shrieked in a shrill voice:

"You fools, did the King tell you to stop? Keep playing! Keep dancing!"