After the newborn Divine Realm had stabilized, the radiance of the Nine Great Divine Pillars had nourished the entire divine domain, filling it with natural spiritual energy. Before the Dominator God Temple, high above the ninth heaven, Murong Huai stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His golden-white robe snapped in the divine wind as his gaze pierced the barriers of the Divine Realm and settled on the blue planet nestled in the endless starry sky below—the Douluo Continent, where he had been born.
A familiar, cool fragrance drifted from beside him. Bibi Dong wore a long gown embroidered with dark golden flowers of reincarnation, her fingertips resting lightly in the crook of his arm. Her cool eyes held a tender smile. "What is it? Do you want to go back?"
Murong Huai turned to look at his beloved, now a God King. His eyes brimmed with tenderness. He lifted a hand and gently brushed the loose strands of hair by her temple. His voice was warm, yet carried an unmistakable resolve:
"Yeah. We've been away from the Douluo Continent for quite some time. It's about time we went back for a visit..."
On a cloud terrace not far away, Murong Zhige rested the Dragon Pattern Heavy Staff on his shoulder and burst into hearty laughter. His booming voice sent the surrounding sea of clouds roiling. "That's my boy! I've been waiting for this day for ages. We should've gone back long ago. I already had that kid Xunji send word. In half a month, we'll hold your wedding. Your great-grandfather's still waiting to hold a great-great-grandchild!!"
Qian Xunji stood beside Murong Zhige, the six pairs of Judgment Divine Wings on his back unfolding gently. He could barely hide his grin. He straightened the silver-patterned tie at his chest,