129: Chapter 129 Welcoming the Great Emperor Back to His Clan

At this moment, he also felt quite satisfied, having found the meaning of his diligent Cultivate.

Living in this world, even being invincible in the world and standing alone at the Peak, is not as good as the bright smile of children by one's knees.

To protect this smile, one needed to be invincible.

Otherwise, a single enemy raid could instantly destroy it.

"Daddy, rest assured, Ruoxi will not slack off. I will take Daddy as my role model and step into the Thirteenth Realm sooner." Jiang Ruoxi said, blinking her gemstone-bright eyes.

"Good child!" Xie Wushang touched his daughter's little head and revealed a bright smile, then he looked forward.

There, Jiang Daoran strolled over, and together with him were the Seven Grand Elders of the Jiang Clan, along with nineteen quasi-emperors.

And over a thousand Saints.

Jiang Jiuyang also looked at the crowd.

The crowd landed in the valley together.

"Paying respects to Emperor Jiuyang... Paying respects to the Divine Child!"

"Paying respects to Emperor Jiuyang... Paying respects to the Divine Child!"

In an instant, over a thousand top combat forces of the Jiang Clan knelt on one knee together, bowing and saluting Emperor Jiuyang and Xie Wushang.

The identity of the Divine Child was comparable to an Elder.

But compared to quasi-emperors, he was still a generation lower.

Now, these quasi-emperors all saluted Xie Wushang, undoubtedly treating him as the future emperor.

They gave him the highest courtesy.

After all, this was an unparalleled hero who revived the heavenly emperor bow and saved the Jiang Clan!

For such a figure, let alone saluting him, even carving a divine statue for him and opening a separate branch would not be an exaggeration.

Therefore, when everyone paid respects to Emperor Jiuyang, they also paid respects to Xie Wushang at the same time.

"Good, very good, you did not disappoint this seat!" Jiang Jiuyang looked at the clansmen whose clothes were all stained with blood, and he waved his hand to praise the crowd.

The clansmen before him were merely at the Saint Realm,

before the Immortal War, before the enemy emperors, they were nothing more than ants, but these clansmen did not retreat.

One by one, they burned their Origin, supporting the imperial formation and protecting tens of millions of clansmen.

Only thus were they the sons of the Jiang Clan.

"Disciples of the Jiang Clan, respectfully welcome the return of the Emperor!"

"Disciples of the Jiang Clan, respectfully welcome the return of the Emperor!"

The Jiang clansmen shouted again.

The sound resounded through the four seas and eight desolate regions.

"From now on, the Jiang Clan will be sheltered by me!" Behind Jiang Jiuyang, a ten-thousand-meter-tall dharma body evolved as he said to the clansmen.

His gaze was as sharp as a knife, and his tone was overbearing.

Although he had not yet recovered to his Peak, the majesty of Emperor Jiuyang was still present.

He believed that he would definitely recover to his Peak and be even better than before.

"My Jiang Clan is immortal!"

"My Jiang Clan is immortal!"

The Jiang clansmen were all extremely excited.

Now that Emperor Jiuyang had returned, they finally had two emperors holding down the fort, fearless of anyone invading.

"I am only one person; you are the future of the Jiang Clan!" Jiang Jiuyang said.

"This unfilial descendant only hates his mediocre talent for failing to prove the Dao as an emperor and share the worries of the Emperor." Quasi-emperor Quasi-Emperor Jiang Lei raised his head and said with a guilty face.

The remaining quasi-emperors also wore ashamed expressions.

"Since ancient times, the emperor's path has been bumpy... You all need not blame yourselves." Jiang Jiuyang said.

"Seven days later, this seat will lecture on the Dao at the Jiang Clan Divine Platform. All disciples of my Jiang Clan may listen."

His gaze was haughty as he swept across the eight desolate regions.

"Thank you, Emperor!" Hearing this, the quasi-emperors of the Jiang Clan were all thrilled in their hearts, hurriedly bowing and saluting.

The Jiang Clan Cultivators all cheered and shouted loudly, their voices resounding like a wave across eighty thousand li, spreading to every corner of the Jiang Clan.

An Emperor lecturing on the Dao.

It was a rare sight in ten thousand years.

The Jiang Clan had only lectured on the Daoist magic once when Emperor Xinghe proved the Dao six thousand years ago.

It had been a full six thousand years and more until now.

Back then, many Cultivators, after hearing the Dao, were able to break through the Bottleneck and break through realms in one fell swoop.

It could be said to be a great fortune.

After the crowd dispersed,

"Revered Master, little Tian has missed you so much!" The tianyang emperor bead flew over, manifesting its artifact spirit form, and rushed over with tears streaming down its face.

"Little Tian..." Jiang Jiuyang stroked the artifact spirit with a nostalgic face.

"Revered Master, how have you been these past years?" Little Tian asked.

"These years... It's a long story!" Jiang Jiuyang said with a nostalgic face.

Afterward, he took the tianyang emperor bead and returned to the Jiuyang Dojo.

Emperor Jiuyang returned to his Jiuyang Dojo.

Now that Emperor Jiuyang had recovered to the Three Tribulations Realm and his identity had been exposed, it was naturally time for him to return to his own dojo.

Xie Wushang, on the other hand, returned to the Tianxing Divine Palace.

Tianxing Divine Palace.

In a pavilion overlooking the abyss,

Jiang Ruoxi poured wine for her daddy and great-grandfather.

Xie Wushang recounted how he revived Emperor Jiuyang in the Disaster Battlefield to clear the old man's confusion.

"So... you revived Emperor Jiuyang in the Disaster Battlefield..." Jiang Daoran suddenly understood in his heart.

No wonder, ever since he first saw this grandson, he felt that the latter was calm and collected in the face of all matters, fearless of others invading.

Even quasi-emperors could not shake his heart.

So... his grandson had long since taken an emperor as his Revered Master.

Quasi-emperors naturally were not qualified.

"If not for the help of Revered Master, I would not have been able to grow to this point." Xie Wushang took a sip of wine and said.

"Then your Dantian?" Jiang Daoran said.

"I once obtained an imperial scripture in the Disaster Battlefield, planning to reshape my bone structure and forge the Foundation of an emperor." Xie Wushang said.

"Therefore, I shattered my Dantian to re-Cultivate."

"I see, so that's how it is! I said it before, my grandson is a natural-born talent; how could he be a mediocre person."

Jiang Daoran stroked his beard with a sudden realization on his face, and drank the wine in his hand dry.

"This is an imperial scripture I obtained in the Disaster Battlefield. You take it to comprehend; perhaps you can break through the shackles and go a step further."

Xie Wushang took out an imperial scripture and handed it to Jiang Daoran.

Jiang Daoran reached out and looked at it.

At first glance, the parchment of this imperial scripture was new.

It was obviously newly written.

Afterwards, he looked at the characters above: "Undying Nirvana Scripture".

With some shock, Jiang Daoran opened the contents inside.

"Burn away the true self... remold the true self... the Dao is illusory... only I am eternal, undying and indestructible!"

Within the pages of the book, the general outline of the 'Undying Nirvana Scripture' appeared in Jiang Daoran's vision.

"The Dao is all illusory, only I am eternal... undying and indestructible... What a wonderful 'the Dao is illusory, only I am eternal'..." Jiang Daoran's heart churned with heavy waves, shocked by the scriptures presented before him, as if a Dao appeared before his eyes.

Waiting for him to explore.

Jiang Daoran directly immersed himself in the scriptures.

Seeing this, Xie Wushang did not disturb him. After drinking a few cups of wine, he and his daughter quietly left.

Nightfall.

Xie Wushang sat cross-legged in the Cultivate room.

Inside the disaster prison bead space, he took out some precious herbs obtained from the Wang Clan, Tianyang Holy Land, and Golden Crow Clan.

Among them, quite a few had reached the quasi-emperor level.

As for the Imperial Rank, there were not many—two precious herbs, as well as a large bottle of 'Dao Origin Liquid', which reached the emperor level.

Besides, there were also a few emperor-level gold stones.

This trip could be said to have yielded a bountiful harvest.

However... upon seeing those twenty slowly emerging coffins, Xie Wushang also felt that he was still very poor.

"Truly poor!"

He kept the Imperial Rank precious herbs.

There were simply too many Revered Masters.

They were simply not enough to divide, so he could only keep them for the time being.

The 'Dao Origin Liquid' was opened, flowing down like a long river.

The twenty coffins evolved into a vortex, all devouring frantically.

After only half of the 'Dao Origin Liquid' remained in the bottle, Xie Wushang put it away to be kept as a backup.

"Not bad, disciple. Now Revered Master has recovered to the Ninth Layer of the Quasi-Emperor Realm... Just one step away from entering the Emperor Realm again." Ji Qianyue manifested from the coffin, smiled sweetly, stretched out her jade hand to stroke Xie Wushang's chin, and said in a soft, tender voice.