After defeating the enemies who had come for him, Chu Feng's wedding went ahead as planned.
To Chu Feng, Dao Ancestors were nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs. They were hardly worth mentioning.
His wedding mattered far more. There was no way he would call it off over this.
But when Chu Feng returned to perform the wedding rites fresh from defeating those Dao Ancestors, the atmosphere had changed completely.
Everyone looked at him differently now. Their view of him had been turned upside down.
He had killed two Dao Ancestors, and only one had escaped with his life. It was terrifyingly brutal. Even those who had seen it with their own eyes felt as though they were dreaming, unable to believe it.
At the same time, many factions looked at Chu Feng's wives, then at the factions behind them, and felt a surge of envy.
We want a son-in-law like that too! He was overwhelmingly strong, ferocious beyond belief, and his future achievements seemed limitless.
Perhaps Chu Feng would one day become a true Heavenly Emperor through his own strength and attain the station of a Heavens Supreme.
If he could survive the coming calamity of the Weird Race and the disaster awaiting Heaven and Earth, they could not even imagine how far he would go. Such heights were too distant for them to fathom.
And those close to Chu Feng, whether people or factions, would undoubtedly rise alongside him and share in his good fortune.
The wedding proceeded in orderly fashion, but when it came time to bow to both sides' parents, Chu Feng grew a little sad.
Chu Zhiyuan and his wife were there. Both had already become Saints before Meng Chuan left, and their cultivation had naturally advanced enormously over the years.
Unlike Chu Feng,