Chapter 129 The God Who Choked to Death with His Saliva

As soon as these words were spoken, Old Ancestor Qingxuan could not suppress the corners of his mouth, which were stretching all the way to his ears.

Star Immortal Emperor tried his best to maintain his dignity, but the corners of his mouth were curling upward crazily as he shouted in his heart, "Old Ancestor bless us, Old Ancestor bless us..."

Gu Heng shook his head, his gaze falling upon the group of Immortal Emperors and Divine Lords who had just been subdued.

These people were once capable of summoning wind and rain, but at this moment, they were as obedient as children in a private school.

"You shall meditate within the heaven-reaching tower; there is no need to follow me."

Upon hearing this, those Immortal Emperors and Divine Lords bowed in submission, "We obey the Master's decree! We shall strive to meditate and await the Master's orders at any time!"

Gu Heng nodded, and ripples appeared in the Void Realm before him.

"Hum—" Dozens of figures disappeared.

Original Realm, Central Province.

The originally shattered firmament was undergoing a massive transformation.

Dozens of figures appeared in the firmament above the Central Province.

Jiang Wanyin stepped barefoot on the Void Realm, surveying this world, "Under the blessing of Master's Divine Venerable power, this world has fused with the Laws of the heaven-reaching tower, and its tolerance limit and the richness of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi have leaped up several levels."

The Divine Sense Incarnation of Di Shitian stood to the side, his dark red devilish eyes gleaming.

He looked up at the depths of the firmament and nodded secretly, "That's right, the stability of this Original Realm's space is now comparable to a Great Divine Realm. Even if a Divine Emperor's true body were to descend, this world could withstand it and would not easily collapse."

Just as everyone was talking, the space changed again.

Wherever Gu Heng passed, vitality was injected back into the scorched earth, and new branches sprouted.

Rivers surged, mountains rose from the ground again, and lush vegetation poked its head out.

The haze in the firmament dissipated, and clouds rolled and unfurled.

Several flying cranes soared in the firmament, emitting crisp cries.

Looking into the distance, the mountains were green, the waters were clear, and birds sang amidst fragrant flowers; where was there even a trace of the miserable appearance after the world-ending catastrophe?

Eastern Province, in front of the remaining half of the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate.

Ye Wentian saw the picturesque landscape and the white figure in the firmament, and he froze in place.

"Senior..."

Ye Wentian's voice was hoarse, "Old Ancestor! It really is you! You... you have really returned!"

Hearing this shout, Old Ancestor Qingxuan immediately perked up.

He stepped out holding the golden cage, head held high and chest puffed out, a triumphant expression blooming on his face.

"Hahahaha! That's right, Wentian!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan shouted at the top of his lungs, "I, this Old Ancestor, followed Senior Gu, punched through the Upper Realm, and came back specifically to pick you up!"

While shouting, he floated down triumphantly.

"Bang—" A cane flew over and smashed onto the back of Ye Wentian's head.

"Ugh ah—!" Ye Wentian fell straight to the ground, fainting dead away.

Prime Minister Turtle was seen excitedly spreading his arms, "Master! You have finally returned! Wuwuwu... In the days you were away, this old servant could neither drink tea nor eat food!"

Seeing this scene, Old Ancestor Qingxuan stumbled and almost fell from the sky.

He looked at the motionless Ye Wentian on the ground, then at the tearful Prime Minister Turtle, feeling completely bewildered for a moment.

"Wentian!" he shouted anxiously.

"Master!" Prime Minister Turtle cried even louder.

"Wentian!"

"Master—!"

"Cough cough cough... cough cough!"

The corners of Gu Heng's mouth twitched slightly, and he began to cough violently.

He had no doubt that if this continued, he would very likely become the first god in the history of the Three Thousand Great Worlds to choke to death on his own saliva.

"Alright, Old Turtle, you don't need to... don't need to be so excited." Gu Heng caught his breath, raised his hand to signal the Old Turtle to step back, "Haven't I returned?"

The Old Turtle stopped crying, stood to the side with hiccups, wiped his tears with his sleeve, his eyes full of hope and fervor.

Gu Heng looked at him, his gaze softening.

"Old Turtle, do you still remember what I said to you before I left?"

Prime Minister Turtle was stunned.

His brain spun rapidly, and dusty memories flooded into his heart.

He remembered.

That day, the sun was just right. The Master was at the Extreme North Dragon Palace. Before leaving, he turned around, patted his shoulder, and said one sentence:

"Old Turtle, cultivate well. You... have hope for Immortal Ascension."

He had originally thought that it was just a casual word of encouragement from the Master, but he didn't expect that after so long, the Master still remembered!

Prime Minister Turtle's eyes turned red, and excitement rippled through the lake of his heart.

"...This old servant remembers. This old servant has always remembered."

He hunched his body, his voice trembling slightly, "This old servant has waited so long, waiting... for this very day!"

A fervor unprecedented ignited in the depths of the Old Turtle's eyes.

Gu Heng looked at him and nodded.

"Mm."

Then—

Gu Heng turned around and walked away leisurely.

Prime Minister Turtle: "...?"

"Mas, Master? Didn't you say... Immortal Ascension... that..."

He stood frozen in place, his eyes still red, stuttering, but in his line of sight, there was only Gu Heng's gradually receding back.

Star Immortal Emperor tried hard to hold back his laughter, restrained his own aura, stepped forward, patted Prime Minister Turtle's shoulder lightly, shook his head meaningfully, and then turned to follow.

When he left, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly with a smile.

The other Immortal Emperors and Devil Emperors were the same; as they passed by, they all cast sympathetic and amused gazes, patting shoulders and shaking heads, as if participating in some mysterious ritual.

Lei Wanjun was the last one to follow. Watching these old guys acting profound, he finally couldn't help but shout, "I'm asking what kind of riddle are you all playing? Can someone explain it to me?"

"No!" A dozen voices came in unison.

"Why?"

"Because your brain doesn't work well!" Star Immortal Emperor's voice came from afar.

"Su Xingchen! Try cursing me again—"

Just when Prime Minister Turtle was stunned in place, completely baffled by the actions of these big shots, a strange change occurred again!

A wisp of Chaotic Primordial Qi was seen in the firmament, like a golden meteor, streaking across the sky and falling into the center of his eyebrows.

The next moment, the cultivation in Prime Minister Turtle's body, which had long been stagnant, erupted as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened!

The Mahayana Stage Bottleneck was broken through instantly, reaching Undergoing Tribulation!

Early Stage, Middle Stage, Late Stage of Undergoing Tribulation... all the way like bamboo being split, until he reached the Half-step True Immortal! Immediately after, the True Immortal Tribulation clouds gathered in the firmament, but dissipated instantly under the pressure of the Chaotic Primordial Qi, turning into the purest Immortal Dao Law and pouring into his body!

True Immortal Realm, achieved!

Prime Minister Turtle was dumbfounded.

Feeling the surging Immortal power in his body, he could no longer hold back his tears.

He suddenly understood.

The Master had never forgotten.

It was just...

"...This old servant kowtows in gratitude for the Master's divine grace!"

Prime Minister Turtle knelt on both knees, kowtowed heavily three times in the direction Gu Heng had left, and was unwilling to lift his head for a long time.

Su Xingchen also turned his head, looking in the direction of the Old Turtle, with an "as expected" expression on his face.

"Hmph, vulgar martial artist."

Su Xingchen pursed his lips at the Thunder Emperor, then looked at Gu Heng's back with admiration, sighing, "See that? There is nothing the Master has promised that he cannot do. It's just that the method is always beyond your imagination."

Lei Wanjun was also stunned at this moment.

He opened his mouth, looked at the Old Turtle, then at Su Xingchen, unable to speak for a long time.

Good heavens, a wisp of Qi directly allowed a Mahayana Stage demon cultivator to instantly ascend to become an Immortal, and it even wiped out the Heavenly Tribulation?

"...Master is awesome!" Lei Wanjun held it in for a long time, and finally managed to squeeze out these four words.

Meanwhile.

Ye Wentian, who was lying in Old Ancestor Qingxuan's arms, opened his eyes groggily, swaying.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan was seen grabbing his shoulders and shaking him violently, "Wentian! Wentian, are you okay!"

Ye Wentian was already dizzy, and being shaken like this made his head spin even more. He hurriedly pushed Old Ancestor Qingxuan away and shouted weakly, "Old Ancestor, stop shaking! I'm dizzy!"

"Oh, oh, oh..."

Old Ancestor Qingxuan hurriedly let go, then as if thinking of something, he took out a pile of Medicinal Pill from his storage ring.

"Cough cough! Wentian!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan stuffed the Medicinal Pill into Ye Wentian's arms all at once.

"Come, come, hurry up and take these Medicinal Pill; just now... just now that was just an accident!"

He sighed inwardly, glad that he had kept some useless healing junk back then; otherwise, he really wouldn't have anything to give right now.

Thinking of this, Old Ancestor Qingxuan coughed lightly, turned around quickly, put his hands behind his back, and struck a pose of an expert, letting the breeze blow and his Daoist robe flutter.

"Wentian..." his tone was long and drawn out, "The path of cultivation is fraught with difficulties and obstacles; one must be diligent and work hard..."

Ye Wentian looked at the Medicinal Pill in his arms, then at the Old Ancestor's feigned profound back, his eyes grew hot, and he smiled. He rushed forward excitedly and hugged Old Ancestor Qingxuan from behind.

"Old Ancestor!"

"Aiya, Wentian, let go quickly!"

"No!"

Just as the two were arguing, Star Immortal Emperor and the others had already caught up with the pace of Gu Heng, Di Shitian, and Jiang Wanyin.

Star Immortal Emperor looked at the white-clad back in front of him, feeling deeply moved.

Having resolved the Old Turtle's matter, it seemed the Master was now going to find that wisp of Su Clan Bloodline... His Su Clan's Legacy would finally reappear in glory in this newborn world!

He calculated excitedly in his heart, but only saw Gu Heng, who was walking at the very front, suddenly stop.

Su Xingchen's eyes lit up.

Are we here?

Is my talented and brilliant Su Clan descendant nearby?

Under everyone's gaze, Gu Heng looked into the distance and slowly... sat down.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled from the clouds, dyeing the mountains and rivers golden, like a painting.

Su Xingchen: "Ah?"

Everyone: "Ah!?"