If this scene had taken place in the Three Thousand Great Worlds back then, it would have blasted dozens of Taiyi Great Worlds into pieces!
Another hundred years passed.
This day felt like an exceptionally dark dream.
A pair of clouded, exhausted eyes slowly opened. The azure light of the sky was dazzling—painfully so—and carried a surging stench of seawater. The smell was so overwhelming that it triggered a violent fit of coughing.
"This..."
"...is the Heavenly Origin cloud layer. It should be..."
"Not a battlefield..."
The owner of those clouded eyes seemed to be lying flat on the ground, murmuring endlessly. Tears unknowingly appeared at the corners of his eyes as he instinctively whispered, "Dad."
"Qian! Wu! Hen!"
"Whew!! Junior Brother, Junior Brother!!"
"Ah! Qian Wuhen, you little brat!!"
Suddenly, three earth-shattering voices broke through everything, instantly jolting awake the owner of those clouded eyes. His eyes flew wide open, and all he saw were several black silhouettes blocking out the sky and covering his body.
Bang!
"Hahahaha... Junior Brother! Junior Brother!!!"
Bai Xinghan laughed—laughed madly, wildly, hysterically. Tears welled up in his gray, murky eyes as he kept slapping himself and shouting Qian Wuhen's name.
Slurp, slurp~~
The Silly Eagle licked his face frantically, its eyes stretched wide as its entire body trembled.
The Sea Macaque, small in stature, kept hugging Qian Wuhen's thigh, emotionally talking to itself about how they had almost gotten to live a good life, how it had never even visited the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect, how it had yet to rely on him to get rich, and so on...
Qian Wuhen was dumbstruck, his eyes filled with shock.
His damaged Daoist robe was real, and his Dao injuries had been completely healed.
"I... came back to life...?"
Qian Wuhen was thunderstruck,