Ever since Zen disappeared, his wives were helplessly quite worried about him.
Seeing him return unhard, they felt describable relief and could finally put their minds at rest.
“I finally reached the divine land, but you didn't wait for in the fairy palace. I was devastated,” Margaret blad in a hurt tone, burying herself in Zen's arms.
Zen smiled. “But I'm back now, right?” he coaxed.
“Yes.” Margaret nodded obediently. She suddenly raised her head and looked warily at Letitia and Lavender who were standing not too far away. “Listen, they ca to the divine land earlier than so they were able to spend more ti with you in the past. As compensation, you'll have to accompany for the next few days.”
A bitter smile spread on Zen's face. Margaret was probably the only one who could pull off saying such capricious words.
Although Margaret was speaking in a low voice, Letitia and Lavender could still hear her pretty clearly.
Letitia frowned and was about to talk back in retaliation. Lavender, who was beside her, held her arm and shook her head in negation.
What Lavender hoped for was very simple. As long as Zen could safely return back to her, then everything would be fine. She didn't need to be jealous of Margaret over such a small, aningless matter.
Harold and the others patiently waited for Zen to co to them, even though they had several important subjects to discuss with him.
The first five minutes ticked by.
Five minutes turned into ten.
Before long, an hour had passed.
An awkward atmosphere unwittingly broke out in the fairy palace. Letitia had been stopped by Lavender, and thus, she could only resentfully criticize Margaret in her heart for not being reasonable instead.
Augustus simply couldn't wait anymore.
In a flash, he had already arrived at Zen's side. “Hey, Margaret, this isn't the ti for you to be all gooey over Zen! We've got business to take care of.”
“That doesn't concern you!”
A mont ago, Margaret had resembled a docile lamb, but now her voice was cold as she glared at Augustus with resentful eyes, as if she wanted to kill him.
“You're not the only one who Zen has. He also has , Hallet, Joy, his sister, as well as his son. You can't take up all of his ti,” Augustus said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Margaret raised her nose and said proudly, “I'm his wife! My ti spent with him is perfectly justified!”
“But you are not his only wife,” Augustus retorted, tightening his lips into a white line.
As he spoke, he mischievously looked over at Lavender and Letitia, who had crept a little closer in order not to miss a word.
Being mocked, Margaret felt a little embarrassed, and she reluctantly let go of Zen.
In the inner yard of the fairy palace, everyone was seated.
Saul was serving them cups of tea when a refreshing fragrance filled the air in the yard. Everyone seed to sll it at once.
Their beverage was wild tea from the depths of the Swirl Forest, and it was made with amber tree dew. Both these products were once difficult to collect, but ever since Augustus controlled the Swirl Forest, it was no longer a problem.
“In ten years, you've reached the consummation of True God Realm. It's very difficult for us to have such resources here in the divine land,” Harold said as soon as he sat down.
Everyone was thinking the sa thing. The Floating Islands possessed the most resources in all the divine land, but it was virtually impossible for Zen to stay on any Floating Island. Was he hiding in so faraway hilly area or a second or third tier clan in the last ten years?
It was simply beyond their imagination that Zen, who had disappeared for ten years, had returned as a consummate True God. They didn't understand it in the least.
“I wouldn't be so quick to say that there aren't such resources in the divine land.” Zen smiled and said, “You know, Rocher has also reached the consummation of True God Realm. And he didn't even need as much ti as I did.”
“Rocher?” Harold asked. After pausing for a second in order to gather his thoughts, he continued, “The way he beca a consummate True God is completely different from yours. It doesn't count.”
Generally speaking, Harold was clear on the role that every Godly Genius should play, and of course, he knew what kind of theurgies Rocher had.
“What's the difference, exactly?” Zen asked, as suspicion washed over his face.
“He has devoured many Commandnts Slates and therefore, he can steadily improve his cultivation base without any hassle. That's the only reason he could reach the consummation of True God Realm in such a short period of ti,” Harold replied.
“Devour the Commandnts Slates?” Zen repeated in a shocked tone.
“Well, let's just drop the subject now. Tell , where did you go after you left the Han Clan's ancestral land?” This was one of the most important questions that were on the tips of everyone's tongue. They were all eager to hear the answer.
Zen paused for a suspenseful mont before saying, “I left the divine land.”
“What?! What do you an you left the divine land? Are you saying you went to the chaos?” Augustus' voice climbed a notch higher all of a sudden. He stood up from his chair as he spoke anxiously.
Even if he had controlled the Swirl Forest, and Harold the Everest Spirit Mountain, they didn't have the qualifications to leave the divine land. The chaotic energy would slowly erode their bodies until they were completely corroded. This was sothing that they couldn't resist, nor could they avoid it.
Only the strong warriors at the Other Shore Realm or Holy Beings had the qualifications to roam through the chaos. Zen couldn't possibly have managed to do so.
“Sit down, Augustus.” Hallet gave Augustus a ferocious glare as he ordered him around, and Augustus obeyed at once.
However, Harold wasn't quite so surprised. He knew that Zen had a special body and wasn't afraid of chaotic energy erosion, so he continued to question him. “Was it your mother who sent you out?”
“Yes.” Zen nodded in reply. “Then, I fell all the way to the bottom of the chaos.”
“It's been said that just outside the divine land, there's a mass of chaotic energy. Chaotic energy is everywhere, and it's both bleak and desolate. Did you absorb the chaotic energy and reach the consummation of True God Realm?” Augustus asked. The questions were relentless.
Although Augustus' words were very stupid, what he said wasn't wrong.
Most of the True Gods wouldn't care about what was outside the divine land in any way, but the consummate True Gods present had probably known about the chaotic world outside the divine land. After all, there were a few records about the chaos in the fairy palace's library, which had all been left by Bromley.
However, Zen shook his head. “The bottom of the chaos isn't desolate. There are living creatures there, and many of them are strong warriors,” he ntioned.
“Huh? There are people at the bottom of the chaos? Do you know if they're extraordinary creatures?” With what he'd just heard, even Harold, who was usually quite composed, was rather surprised.
Hallet, who had been nothing more than a silent spectator until now, suddenly raised his brows. “There's a world at the bottom?” he asked in awe.
“That's right.” Zen blinked. “It is a prison. There are many exiles inside the prison, and they are all from the Source World.”
“What kind of place is the Source World?” Augustus asked curiously.
Hallet and Harold looked at one another, and then Harold said, “It's said that the Source World is the chaos' center. Since the exiles are locked up in the prison there, they are very powerful, aren't they?”
“Yes, they're all strong warriors at the Other Shore Realm.” Zen nodded in agreent.
Disbelief registered in everyone's eyes, including Joy's.
At the sa ti, a sense of crisis dawned over the group.
The Yellow Emperor Guards who they were fighting against were at the Other Shore Realm. They didn't know if the exiles were friends or foes. If the exiles also had to get involved, the situation would beco even more problematic.
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