A Million Years Later, Old Friends Finally Reunited!

"Is this... even remotely reasonable?"

Chen Haotian held his breath for a long while before finally letting it out.

He had seen Chen Changqing restore his life force with a single finger, and he had seen Chen Changqing grant Chen Zhian and his wife a million extra years of life with a single sentence.

He had thought he had already witnessed the full might of the Immortality Divine Ability, thought nothing could ever leave him so stunned that he could not speak.

But now, as he watched a wisp of remnant soul grow flesh and bones from head to toe out of thin air, even having her long-dispersed physique and cultivation perfectly replicated...

He was still utterly dumbfounded.

Creating things from nothing.

Creating a living person from thin air.

What kind of heaven-defying means was this?

In this world, even a Great Emperor could not completely resurrect someone who only had a remnant soul left.

Forget a Great Emperor—even the legendary Immortals probably could not accomplish such a thing!

"This kid... he's becoming more and more impossible to fathom!"

Chen Haotian swallowed hard. His gaze fell upon the green-clad girl still floating in the void with her eyes closed, then slowly shifted to Chen Changqing's face.

He looked him up and down several times, as though he were staring at some monster he no longer recognized.

A million years ago, he had personally sealed Chen Changqing within Divine Source.

Back then, Chen Changqing had indeed been a monstrously talented junior, so gifted that even the prodigies of his era had been ashamed of themselves.

But now, the young man in green standing before him had surpassed the limits of his understanding in every possible way.

With a single thought.

A person had gone from a remnant soul to a body of flesh and blood.

Chen Changqing, a million years later, was countless times stronger than he had been a million years ago!

"This kid..."

Chen Haotian drew a deep breath, the thought in his heart growing ever more certain.

No matter what, no matter what opportunities or secrets Chen Changqing possessed, as long as Changqing was with the Chen Family, they would surely rise in this Golden Age! In the future, they would certainly suppress all the myriad races beneath the heavens!

Just as Chen Haotian's heart churned like an overturned sea.

At the same time!

The eyelashes of the girl in the void trembled faintly.

In the next instant, she opened her eyes.

A flash of brilliance passed through Lin Wan'er's eyes, yet they also held a trace of confusion and bewilderment.

She felt as if she had had an endlessly long dream. In that dream was boundless darkness, and her soul had been worn away bit by bit...

"Hadn't I... fallen into slumber after exhausting all my soul power?"

She muttered softly, her voice so light it was as though she feared shattering something.

But in the next moment, her body suddenly stiffened.

No.

This feeling... was wrong.

She lowered her head and stared blankly at her hands.

They were real hands, no longer the translucent phantom of a soul state, but a genuine body of flesh and blood.

Her fingers were slender, her skin smooth and warm. Even the old callus on her palm, left behind from practicing swordsmanship all those years ago, was still there.

She immediately examined herself inwardly, and her pupils abruptly widened.

The vast, abyss-like cultivation of a peak Quasi-Emperor Realm expert within her body was completely intact.

Within her dantian, the natal sword embryo condensed from Azure Lotus Sword Intent still floated there, sword intent circulating around it, its sharpness restrained.

Even... the Azure Lotus Battle Armor that had shattered in the final battle all those years ago now fit perfectly against her body, familiar azure patterns flowing across its surface.

And her fully developed Azure Lotus Sword Physique was exactly as it had been at its peak before her fall!

"This... what on earth..."

Lin Wan'er's voice trembled, her mind a complete mess.

She clearly remembered that after her fall, only a wisp of her remnant soul had entered a fragment of the Purple Azure Spirit Sword.

Later, by a twist of fate, members of the Lin Family found the fragment of the Purple Azure Spirit Sword and forged it into a token for inheritance.

It was not until three years ago that her remnant soul, which had slumbered for a million years, slowly awakened and began absorbing Lin Yue Ru's spiritual energy to heal her soul injuries.

She had simply never expected that the Blood God Palace would suddenly lay siege to the Lin Family not long ago.

To protect Lin Yue Ru, the Lin Family's last remaining bloodline, she had not hesitated to burn the soul power she had only just regained to help her.

Otherwise, how could Lin Yue Ru possibly have escaped the encirclement and slaughter of Saint King Realm experts?

Logically speaking, after suffering such grave injuries, this wisp of her remnant soul should have scattered between heaven and earth.

But why...

Why was she still alive now?

Not only was she alive, but her body, cultivation, physique, and battle armor had all been restored?

Just as her mind roiled and her face filled with confusion.

Suddenly—

A familiar yet long-lost voice came from behind her.

The voice was gentle and soft, yet it struck her sea of consciousness like a bolt of lightning, freezing her where she stood.

"Wan'er, it has been a long time."

Lin Wan'er's body trembled violently.

This voice.

The voice she had waited for a million years, thought of for a million years, the voice that had carried her through every desperate moment when death seemed certain.

It was the Young Master.

It was the Young Master she had waited a million years for.

But she did not dare turn around.

She was afraid.

She feared this was a dream. She feared that if she turned around, she would find nothing behind her. She feared this flesh-and-blood body she had just regained was merely an illusion in the final flash before death. She feared that voice was only the last delusion of her remnant soul before it scattered.

The wait spanning a million years had already ground her longing into a string stretched to its very limit.

She feared that at the slightest touch, that string would snap.

But...

But that... was truly the Young Master's voice.

It was the voice she had waited a million years to finally hear.

After only an instant of struggle, she suddenly turned around.

The moment her gaze fell upon the young man in green, upon that face unchanged from a million years ago, upon those eyes still as deep as chaos...

Swish! The longing she had stored up for a million years burst forth in that instant like floodwaters after a dam broke.

Her nose stung, and tears fell uncontrollably, drop after drop, falling through the void and spreading faint rings of azure light.

It was the Young Master.

It truly was the Young Master.

"Young Master—"

She threw herself at him. Like a little beast that had suffered every grievance imaginable, she plunged into Chen Changqing's embrace and clung to him tightly, as though she wanted to knead him into her very bones and blood, as though he would disappear again the moment she let go.

Her forehead pressed against his chest, her shoulders shaking violently as her tears quickly soaked a large patch of his robe.

"Young Master... I finally... finally get to see you again..."

"Wan'er missed you so much... I really missed you so much..."

Her voice was hoarse and broken, choked with sobs, grievance, and the wild joy and unease of finally having her wish fulfilled after a million years of waiting.

At this moment, where was the bearing of a peak Quasi-Emperor Realm expert? She was clearly just a little girl who had suffered every grievance, finally finding the person she could rely on.