At that moment, the slender woman in the arms of the tall and thin man slowly came to her senses. She opened her eyes, looked at the familiar face before her, and suddenly revealed a warm smile: "Are we meeting in the underworld? There really is reincarnation, isn't there? That's great, we're still together... In our next life, let's be husband and wife again!"

The tears of the tall and thin man uncontrollably began to stream down his face as he looked at her, and said softly: "We're both still alive, living very well!"

"Hehe, you don't have to comfort me, I'm not afraid," the woman smiled sweetly at her husband, then stretched out her hand to gently touch the thin man's face: "It feels so real? There's no difference from the mortal world after death? I thought becoming a ghost would mean being in a spiritual state... Well, that makes sense, we've never seen the underworld even with our primordial spirits traveling outside our bodies. This underworld..."

Yue Qingcheng couldn't help but let out a chuckle and said, "Sister, are you really confused or are you taking this opportunity to take advantage of your brother-in-law?"

Over the years, these people had become very familiar with each other, comfortable making jokes at one another's expense.

"Ah!" The woman exclaimed in surprise, then her face flushed, and she jumped out of the thin man's embrace, looking shocked at everyone, and immediately understood what had happened. She then glared fiercely at her husband: "You rascal, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

The thin man looked wronged: "I did tell you!"

"You didn't, you weren't firm enough in telling me!" The woman playfully retorted, feeling a bit embarrassed. She had just woken up and was entirely bewildered, truly thinking she had died.

Then, the woman saw the old man with the tobacco pipe, saw Yue Qingcheng, saw Qi Xiaoyu and Chu Mo, along with Azure Dragon, and even the little white cat being tossed about in Azure Dragon's claws... No, that was a tiger!

"Is there such a cute tiger?" the woman said in surprise: "How mini!"

"Mini my foot!" the white tiger spoke in human language, its voice crisp and sweet but filled with rage.

"Wow, it can even talk, how fun. Little Dragon, lend it to me to play with for a while." The woman was boisterous in nature, always blunt and unbound by conventions.

Azure Dragon protected the white tiger with his claw: "That won't do, this is my toy, a gift from your great lord."

The white tiger roared angrily in the grasp of Azure Dragon's claw, but could do nothing.

The woman giggled and said, "We only have one young master, we don't have any great..."

In the middle of speaking, the woman suddenly paused because she just realized that the grave injuries in her body had completely healed! She might be a bit rough around the edges, but she wasn't a fool. She turned her head to look at the old man with the tobacco pipe and her husband, also suddenly realizing that they too had fully recuperated. With a face full of disbelief, she looked at the two men: "What... What is happening here? What happened after?"

"Indeed, the Second Old Master came and healed us." The old man with the tobacco pipe glanced at the woman: "Alright, girl, leave the questions for later, let's go home."

The woman held great respect for the old man with the tobacco pipe, obediently nodded her head at his words, but her curious eyes were still darting around restlessly. However, upon remembering something, she turned her head to look back at the now silent river of stars and softly said, "We can still go home, that's wonderful, they..."

Before she could finish speaking, the woman's eyes reddened, and the thin man gently embraced her: "It's okay, let's not talk about it." He told his wife not to speak, but his own eyes started to moisten.

Everyone fell silent.

The old man with the tobacco pipe spoke up: "The deceased have passed, but the living must live well. Let's go, head home!"

Chu Mo silently nodded, summoned a warship, and everyone boarded the ship directly.

The warship emitted a dazzling light and instantly disappeared into the lonely cosmic void.

Two months later.

On the ancestral land of the Chu Clan.

Chu Mo, together with Qi Xiaoyu, solemnly paid tribute to a few new graves. These were the tombs of the young men of the Chu lineage who had died in the battle.

Strong young men, kind middle-aged people, and many others, remained forever in that desolate cosmic depth. Their names even carried the essence of rural life – to the unknowing, they would seem like ordinary people.

Yet, in fact, these people were not ordinary at all; they were heroes, heroes of the Chu lineage, heroes of the Cultivation Realm, heroes of the entire Yanhuang region!

During the tribute, the Second Old Master Chu Tianxiong also appeared, his face bearing sorrow and his footsteps heavy. Accompanied by Miss Qing, he came here to pay respects to those graves. He had heard about the elder brother's situation and knew that the Luotian Immortal Domain had learned that Chu Mo was alive.

However, as Chu Tianji said, knowing was one thing, but they still had to keep a low profile, not to be too ostentatious. Otherwise, it would be seen as provocation.

As oppressing as it was, and as unpleasant as it felt, it was something unavoidable in life, something they had to face rather than evade.

Therefore, when Chu Tianxiong saw Chu Mo and Qi Xiaoyu, he merely nodded slightly, refraining from showing any emotion, but still couldn't help saying: "You're doing well, the young lady is also doing well, take care of yourselves."

Chu Mo deeply bowed to his uncle!

Miss Qing wasn't concerned about formalities. She looked curiously at Qi Xiaoyu, having heard about everything that had happened at the Blood Demon River of Stars. She felt happy for her brother to have such a good wife who fearlessly sought to accompany him in life and death. At the same time, she felt a bit of regret for her close friend Yiyi.

Certain things were meant to be. She felt a touch of sentimentality: The order of appearance in one's life really was an important matter.

"This is the Second Uncle, this is Sister," Chu Mo introduced to Qi Xiaoyu.

Qi Xiaoyu also greeted them with proper respect.

Chu Tianxiong nodded, fearing that his emotions were too agitated, he waved to everyone and left somewhat desolately.

Chu Qing watched her father's retreating figure, feeling very distressed. She gazed at those new graves and said softly, "I really wish this was all a dream. Now, every time I close my eyes, it seems like they are right before me."

The old man smoking his pipe said quietly at the side, "Miss Qing, don't be too sad. This is the responsibility of our Chu Clan lineage. Countless ancestors have died in battle, their blood staining the fields, without regret or resentment. Today, they… and us, it's the same!"

Chu Qing nodded, then looked at Chu Mo and the others, "Let's go, I'll take you to your courtyard."

Chu Mo nodded, taking Qi Xiaoyu and Yue Qingcheng with him, while the Azure Dragon, clutching a white tiger, shamelessly trailed along. Chu Mo didn't drive it away, and it seemed to have no intention of leaving either. So, it followed along.

Chu Qing led Chu Mo to an ancient courtyard. The place was very quiet and beautiful, with intricately carved beams and painted buildings nestled within an exquisite garden.

"This was your great-uncle's residence. Many years have passed, and it's been well maintained without falling into decay. You and your younger sister can stay here for the time being," said Chu Qing.

Chu Mo asked, "Did my mother ever live here?"

Chu Qing was taken aback for a moment, then gently shook her head, "Your aunt never lived here." Saying this, she glanced at Chu Mo, who looked somewhat sorrowful, and changed the subject, asking softly, "Do you know what has happened in the Heavenly Realm over the past few years?"

Chu Mo nodded, "I know a bit, it's quite beyond my expectations. I didn't expect Piaomiao Palace to have such a significant presence in the Heavenly Realm. Thanks to the support of friends."

Chu Qing gave a faint smile, "You are unaware of your prestige and status in the Heavenly Realm. And all this while your life and death were uncertain. If you were to call upon others now, Piaomiao Palace could very likely become the most dazzling and glorious sect throughout the Heavenly Realm at once."

Chu Mo shook his head, stating, "I don't want that."

"Indeed, we don't need that either," Chu Qing nodded, conveying that she understood Chu Mo's feelings.

After chatting with Qi Xiaoyu for a while, Chu Qing excused herself and left, telling them to rest well.

A great war that lasted nearly six years had just ended, and upon returning, the first thing done was to bury the fallen heroes. Surely everyone was filled with fatigue inside and needed rest.

Yue Qingcheng and the Azure Dragon were arranged to stay at the front of the courtyard, while Chu Mo and Qi Xiaoyu lived in the back, where the cleaning had just been completed. Everything was very new, and arranged very cozily, almost like a bridal chamber.

However, Chu Mo and Qi Xiaoyu weren't in the mood for intimacy, as on the way back, Chu Mo had received various messages. Among them, the one that made him the most melancholic was the message from Liu Yun.

Liu Yun had told Chu Mo everything she knew, except for the real identity of her family, the Liu Family, and particularly Lingdan Hall's biggest secret. Liu Yun could not easily disclose this to Chu Mo.

Yet, Chu Mo was able to deduce many things because of it.

Now that the calamity Qi Xiaoyu bore was lifted, one could say that the matter had passed. Nonetheless, Chu Mo was still very grateful to Liu Yun, and his feelings toward her were complex.

Setting these aside, the fact that Liu Yun could send him such a message was utterly unexpected to Chu Mo. After all, anyone who saw these messages would think: It's impossible for someone who knows the true origin of the dark holy artifact to be unconnected with the Demon Clan!

Chu Tianji hadn't said too much about the origins of these two dark holy artifacts, but it was obvious—they must have come from the Demon Clan.

Liu Yun even candidly revealed to Chu Mo the identity of Emperor Feng Chun on the letter board!

The blood slave of the Blood Demon Ancestor!

Moreover, he was a high-ranking blood slave with a considerable degree of autonomy!

One shouldn't look at Feng Chun's realm not being the highest, but he was one whom the Blood Demon Ancestor held in high regard!

This was why Chu Mo was so surprised when he first heard the name, and also why he had been so late to seek out that person.

Because that person was Emperor Feng Chun! A person who had bestowed great kindness upon him!

It could be said that Emperor Feng Chun played a vital role on Chu Mo's path to prominence in his earlier years. Moreover, his consistent protection of Chu Mo had earned Chu Mo's gratitude.

Although the opportunities to meet had become less frequent over the years, Chu Mo's heart had never forgotten his thanks to Emperor Feng Chun.

Therefore, no matter what, he found it difficult to accept Emperor Feng Chun being a blood slave of the Demon Clan.

When Xu Du was exorcising demons in the Illusionary Divine Realm, Chu Mo had very much hoped to see Emperor Feng Chun's figure. But in the end, he didn't see him. At that moment, Chu Mo understood. Emperor Feng Chun had succumbed deeply to his demonic nature; it was almost impossible to redeem him.

Chu Mo's emotions toward him were too complex. Furthermore, throughout the years, Emperor Feng Chun had never done anything to wrong him. So, facing other blood slaves of the Demon Clan, Chu Mo could wield the Heaven Slaying Sword without hesitation, eliminating demons and monsters.

But when it came to Emperor Feng Chun alone, he couldn't do it.

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