Wushi's journey home went smoothly. Nothing else went wrong.
The moment Wushi entered the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, Little Black sensed him. He vanished from the Dao Realm and threw himself at Wushi.
"Woof!"
"Great Emperor!"
Wushi smiled and rubbed his head. "Little Black, I'm back."
"Great Emperor, Little Black missed you." Little Black's voice caught, and tears filled his eyes. His bond with Wushi ran deep.
Little Black had a knack for being a dog, but his loyalty to Wushi was genuine.
"Hahaha." Wushi kept rubbing his head. "You're almost a Dog Emperor, and you're still like this."
"But has the Heavenly Emperor returned?" Wushi asked suddenly. What the Undying Heavenly Emperor had told him in the void had stirred something in his heart.
Make no mistake. Wushi did not want to become the Heavenly Emperor. It was just that the time Meng Chuan had spoken of had come: thirty thousand years had passed.
"Not yet." Little Black shook his head. "It's been thirty thousand years."
"Yes. Thirty thousand years..."
While Wushi and Little Black spoke, a passerby drinking tea in a teahouse in the Dao Realm looked their way.
"At least you've got some conscience, kid. You remembered to ask about me."
The passerby drained his cup, left payment on the table, and strolled out with his hands behind his back.
Wushi's return drew everyone's attention except Ruthless's.
Ruthless had reached a critical point. She had fallen into that dazed state again and was about to live another lifetime.
Besides, she trusted him. How could she not trust something the great director had arranged?
When the Emperors discovered Wushi had lived a fourth lifetime, they could not help sighing.
The pressure of life and death truly was the fastest path to progress.
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