King of Chu wore a bewildered expression as he looked at Fang Mingtong. "Grandpa, what happened?"

Fang Mingtong glanced at him. "That person has returned!"

"That person?" The King of Chu froze slightly, and then, as if recalling something, his body trembled uncontrollably. His entire being stiffened, his mind went blank, and the only thought echoing in his head was: That person has returned, that person has returned, returned... returned, returned...

"Enough!"

Just as the King of Chu's mind was in disarray, Fang Mingtong suddenly shouted decisively in a low voice, "Don't dwell on those irrelevant things. This throne was never meant to belong to our Fang Family. It's not quite stolen, but it certainly wasn't rightfully ours. Moreover, even though that person has returned, in his eyes, the likelihood of him still valuing the throne is slim to none. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let it go so easily back then."

Fang Mingtong sighed as he spoke, "To be exact, this throne should have belonged to someone else... alas!"

The 'someone else' Fang Mingtong mentioned was Fan Zhiyuan, Fan Wudi's son and Chu Mo's nominal uncle!

If that incident hadn't occurred back then, Fan Zhiyuan inheriting the throne of the King of Chu would have been a natural progression. Within that generation, with the assistance of people like Fang Mingtong and Xu Zhongliang, Fan Zhiyuan could have possibly unified the Mortal Realm, becoming a great emperor of unparalleled glory!

Back then, Chu Mo's grand scheme had been constructed with this very purpose in mind. Unexpectedly, an unforeseen event disrupted everything.

So, it was a pity.

Fang Mingtong had yet to realize the magnitude of what was about to unfold. Otherwise, his reaction now would be far more intense.

...…

At the site where the Royal City of Chu Kingdom once stood, a New City had suddenly risen.

Brilliant beams of light shot skyward!

Amidst the formation created by ten blood moons glowing radiantly, there was an overwhelming power of creation. Elements of all kinds began to coalesce in the space between Heaven and Earth.

Finally, the first figure emerged slowly from within the formation.

Bathed in sacred radiance from head to toe.

The figure was Fan Wudi!

No matter how many storms he had weathered, no matter the sorrows and joys of life he had endured, no matter what position or achievements he now held… in Chu Mo's heart, Fan Wudi's place remained the most unique.

Without Grandpa rescuing him back in the day, there would be no Chu Mo of today.

Fan Wudi's face still retained traces of bewilderment. As he stepped out of the formation, he muttered to himself, "Huh? My body… why does it feel lighter? Is this really my body? Aye, when people age, they love dreaming more. This dream though… it's so long… still hasn't ended."

Not far away, Chu Mo's face was already streaked with tears. He gazed at Fan Wudi and softly called out, "Grandpa."

When addressing Old Chu as 'Grandpa,' Chu Mo did so naturally, as they were connected by blood. Between him and Old Chu, their bond was forged in their shared lineage!

But calling Fan Wudi 'Grandpa' carried heartfelt emotion, a genuine affection from deep within his heart. Though there was no blood connection, that emotion was still one of the most moving feelings in this world.

"Little Mo? Why are you here? Hmm? How did you grow up so quickly? How did you mature so rapidly?" Fan Wudi looked at Chu Mo with a face full of joy, though also tinged with confusion. In his memory, it had been a long time since he last saw his grandson.

Fan Wudi then asked, "So, how are things? Have you been faring well in the Spirit Realm? Did anyone bully you? Why are you crying? Don't cry, don't cry… everything is still okay, Grandpa is here. Although Grandpa may not be of much help to you, as long as you need me, Grandpa…"

At this moment, Chu Mo rushed forward, hugged Fan Wudi tightly, and sobbed uncontrollably.

"This child, what's wrong with him?" Fan Wudi reached out, gently patting Chu Mo's head.

Yes, the head of a supreme high-level cultivator in the Great Saint Realm.

Few in this era had the qualifications to do such a thing.

Yet Chu Mo's expression was one of pure comfort, as if he had returned to the carefree days of his childhood, when he used to act spoiled beside Grandpa.

"It's okay, Grandpa, so much has happened. Later, I'll gather everyone again and slowly explain everything to you." Chu Mo spoke softly as he let go of his grandfather.

Fan Wudi now sensed something amiss. He noticed Qi Xiaoyu standing nearby and furrowed his brows slightly. "Young lady, who are you?"

"Greetings, Grandpa. I am Chu Mo's wife, Qi Xiaoyu," Qi Xiaoyu replied with a smile.

"Qi Xiaoyu... I remember... don't I? Wife? Wife? You two…" Fan Wudi stood there, stunned, mumbling, "Wife? Wife? You're…"

Qi Xiaoyu gently nodded. "We've been married for many years now."

"Many years…" Fan Wudi's expression showed deep thought as he muttered to himself, "Could it be… all that wasn't actually a dream?"

At that moment, a second person emerged from the formation.

Looking at Chu Mo, he grinned and spoke cheerfully, "Brother, I knew you'd save me!"

Xu Fufu!

He appeared more aware than Fan Wudi of what had transpired.

Nayi, who followed behind, proved this point further. Her deeply affectionate gaze fell upon Chu Mo. "I knew you would come!"

Fan Wudi looked at the two of them, bewildered. "You two…"

The two exchanged looks of mutual understanding. Xu Fufu spoke, "Grandpa Fan… that wasn't a dream! None of it was!"

Nayi nodded softly.

Then, more people began stepping out from within the formation.

A graceful woman, youthful and beautiful, emerged next, wrapped in radiant light and holding a child in her arms.

Long Qiushui, Fan Zhiyuan!

The wife and son of Fan Wudi.

"Husband!" As she stepped out, Long Qiushui's tears fell instantly.

Liu Mei'er, alongside Xu Fufu's child; Chu Yan, Wang Dafa, Gao Dasha, the nameless eunuch, Mr. Tantai, Mr. Weichi, He Xu… as well as Chu Mo's protectors from the Mortal Realm, Mr. Qi; the women of Piaomiao Palace; Zhao Xiaoxiao, Xiao Yiyue, Guo Yixiao—all emerged one after another.

After more than six decades, they had finally returned to this world!

Some with clarity, others disoriented.

Their state depended largely on their individual talents.

Those who had listened to sermons at the Buddhist sects of the Immortal Realm during the intervening years had cultivated immense spiritual strength, making them stand out among other cultivators.

Surrounded by these familiar faces, Chu Mo's expression finally softened into a long-lost, genuine smile.

He had missed this group of people for so many years!

This was also his deepest obsession, one that far surpassed even his longing for his parents.

Without hesitation, Chu Mo immediately infused their spiritual consciousnesses with vivid scenes from his memory, allowing them to glimpse at what had transpired. He omitted any scenes of bloodshed to spare them discomfort.

Still, even without the harsher images, the memories alone were overwhelming enough for them to need time to process.

The sequences Chu Mo shared lasted quite a while, as he told them nearly everything he could. His narration covered past events extensively, including how the Yanhuang domain had reintegrated, culminating in a restoration of the ancient Yanhuang continent.

After more than an hour, the group collectively emerged from contemplation, shaken to their cores—including Fan Wudi, who remained silent, stunned by the magnitude of what they now understood.

Chu Mo then said, "You've grasped the gist of what happened, and you understand it now. Let's talk about the present and the road ahead."

At his words, everyone's eyes gleamed with hope. Through the memory transfer and explanations provided by Chu Mo, while they couldn't fully comprehend everything, they recognized one key fact: Chu Mo had become a different figure entirely from the one they remembered.

The crowd exchanged looks, hopeful and curious.

Nayi tentatively asked, "Brother Mo… can we also cultivate?"

The formerly nameless eunuch, Mr. Weichi, and Mr. Tantai—all their eyes sparkled at her question.

Chu Mo nodded, "Without a doubt!"

He reassured the group. "Your revival itself was a defiance of natural laws. Each of you manifests as a reflection of the Dao in various forms. This means your bodies inherently possess Daoist Realm constitutions—the pinnacle of cultivation physiques! Even if you choose not to cultivate, your life expectancy will stretch beyond imagination."

"Yet if you can cultivate… of course, you should! We've been left behind for far too long. If my guesses are correct, Sister Yiniang and the others have already reached the pinnacle of cultivation in this world, haven't they?"

Chu Yan looked at him hesitantly, her tone filled with curiosity and determination. "And what of us? Can we catch up?"

"Their realms are indeed advanced now. But you all will reach great heights as well—and quickly," he assured them as he glanced at the group around him. "Now, is anyone here still wishing to remain in this mundane world, unwilling to step onto the path of cultivation?"

Everyone shook their heads. No one in their right mind would relinquish the opportunity presented by this transformed reality. With Chu Mo's guidance, they could now aspire to explore higher realms and greater truths without hesitation.

"Will we soon meet Sister Yiniang?" Xiao Yiyue inquired, brimming with hope.

"Don't worry. You'll meet her soon," Chu Mo smiled and reassured her.

"That's wonderful!" Zhao Xiaoxiao beamed. Her joy was so boundless it seemed she had never suffered through any calamity.

"The world's structure has already changed, and I… have undergone profound transformation myself. You suffered because of me, enduring that calamity back then. Now, it's only right that I restore the time you've lost," Chu Mo said seriously.

Xu Fufu quipped with a grin, "Brother Hei, don't be so serious. Fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Without that upheaval all those years ago, many among us might now be old and frail or even long gone from this world. Yes, we've lost decades of our lives, but in return, we gained the chance to embark on the path of cultivation. In a way, we should be thanking you!"

Hearing this, Mr. Tantai and the others nodded fervently in agreement.

Chu Mo responded, undeterred, "You're my closest kin; helping you isn't a burden—it's my heartfelt will. Let's leave this place now…"

As he spoke, Chu Mo's eyebrows lifted suddenly. Turning to Fan Wudi and Nayi, he remarked, "We have visitors."

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