Returning to the Immortal Tang Divine Palace, Wang Xu introduced Han Qing'Er to Tang Yan and Tai Long Bing Qing, his two wives.
After a slight surprise, they did not reject or criticize, but instead joyfully accepted Han Qing'Er.
Millions of years of experience had long changed their perspectives drastically.
It should be noted that generally powerful cultivators, upon reaching the Ancestor Realm, are already surrounded by countless wives and concubines.
Because they are rare powerful beings, possessing the bloodline of strength, they need to extend this bloodline as widely as possible, so it's not unusual for so Ancestor Realm cultivators to have thousands of wives.
Moreover, the stronger the cultivator, the more they would choose strong individuals as partners; ordinary people like them, who aren't even Celestial God Realm, wouldn't even catch the eye of powerful figures.
But Wang Xu did not.
Despite his continuous advancent in realm, his ever-increasing strength, and his unprecedented status, he still remained faithful to his two "humble wives" without abandoning them. If it were other Ancestor Realm individuals, controlling the life and death veins of two Chaotic Cosmos, even Great Emperors would willingly follow them; how could they even look at Tang Yan and Tai Long Bing Qing?
"Hoo."
Seeing his two wives did not quarrel as he imagined, with no constant conflicts, Wang Xu breathed a sigh of relief.
Imdiately after, he went to the Eternal Celestial Palace.
The Eternal Celestial Palace was where the Desolate Fury Ancestor had brought him initially to resurrect his family. Here, it was easier to contact the Ganges River, and the efficiency of resurrection would be greatly improved.
"Ya Sang, I'm here."
Whispering softly, Wang Xu closed his eyes, his soul vibrating.
Imdiately, Wang Xu's consciousness seed to float up, his whole being losing gravity, drifting everywhere.
Unknown how much ti passed, when his consciousness returned, and he opened his eyes to see the scene before him, it was no longer the familiar Eternal Celestial Palace, but a vast river shining with countless stars.
The Ganges River.
"eting once again."
Last ti, Wang Xu, as a Celestial God Realm, faced the Ganges River like a humble ant, filled with fear.
But now Wang Xu is already an Ancestor. Facing the Ganges River, not only did he feel no fear, but he even wanted to reach out to explore the truth of the Ganges River!
A wisp of mory intertwined on Wang Xu's fingertips; it was about Ya Sang, Rou Lin, and their master's past, capable of guiding those lost souls to Wang Xu's hands.
"Ya Sang, I hope your soul mories haven't been washed away, I'm coming to rescue you, wait for !"
Before Wang Xu left, Ya Sang was just an Earth Level martial artist. Over millions of years, soul mories would definitely be washed away.
But Wang Xu is gambling on destiny!
When Wang Xu returned to the Kunlong Martial Sect, he heard that Yan Feng had beco the Sect Master, with extraordinary talent. Moreover, he left a large amount of elixirs before he left, these elixirs, at least, could help Ya Sang reach the Black Hole Level!
At the Black Hole Level, one could live for an extended lifespan in the Ancient Luo Cosmos, but in Chaos, life is compressed, unable to survive for millions of years.
At this mont, Wang Xu could only pray.
A frigid soul aura exploded from Wang Xu, his entire aura soaring, having fused two Cores of Chaos, his soul was infinitely more powerful than the forr Desolate Fury Ancestor, even transcending the Immortal Tang Great Emperor!
"Ganges Soul Capturing Technique!"
Wang Xu roared, extending a great hand.
This large hand blotted out the sky and sun, passing through endless void, reaching the other end, touching the Ganges River.
Cold.
Bone-chilling cold.
At the mont of touching the Ganges River, Wang Xu felt an imnsely terrifying cold aura eroding his hand, even vaguely spreading to his body.
The Ganges River was composed of countless souls, and the aura of souls is cold; such a vast number of souls brought about a chill that seed capable of freezing Wang Xu to death even over such a long distance.
"Ganges River, you cannot stop !"
Flas flickered in Wang Xu's eyes; his soul hand had already rged into the Ganges River, the mory at his fingertips, like a drop of ink falling into azure waters, transford into andering black mist, slowly spreading out.
A mont later.
"Got it!" Wang Xu's expression changed, constantly watching the Ganges River, noticing several souls with varying brilliance approaching his giant hand.
One, two, three, four.
Qing Sibai, Ya Sang, Rou Lin, Xin Wan senior sister.
"Enough!"
Having gathered them all, Wang Xu's heart was unimaginably excited, imdiately preparing to pull his giant hand out of the Ganges River.
At this mont.
A hand with four ice-blue fingers suddenly stretched out, firmly grabbing Wang Xu's soul hand, ready to leave the Ganges River!
"Damn it!"
Wang Xu was furious.
In his grasp were the lives of those important to him. After finally finding them and wanting to resurrect them one by one, at the critical mont, a figure jumped out to stop Wang Xu.
This act was tantamount to touching Wang Xu's reverse scale!
"Last ti, it was you who stopped the Desolate Fury Master from resurrecting my family. This ti, it's you again trying to stop from resurrecting my friends!" Wang Xu fud with anger, "I will never forgive you!"
At once, Wang Xu's other soul hand shot through the endless void, aggressively reaching for the hand with four ice-blue fingers!
"Die by my hand!" Flas suddenly ignited on Wang Xu's body!
He was burning his soul!
In the past, the Desolate Fury Ancestor, to shake off the ice-blue hand, didn't hesitate to burn his soul, falling into slumber.
Now Wang Xu, to destroy the ice-blue hand, didn't hesitate to use the power of burning his soul.
The burning soul unleashed fearso power, allowing Wang Xu to instantly break free from the iron clamp of the ice-blue hand, and then, in the sa iron-grip manner, firmly grasp that ice-blue hand!
"Get out of my way!"
Wang Xu, with mountain-moving force and an infinite domineering strength, forcibly dragged that ice-blue hand inch by inch beyond the Ganges River!
At this mont, the ice-blue hand seed to realize Wang Xu's prowess and dared not underestimate it any longer. Imdiately, another ice-blue hand extended out, attempting to counter Wang Xu.
"Another one? Bring it out together then!"
Wang Xu was already in a berserk state, furiously dragging both ice-blue hands outward as if in a mad frenzy.
Clearly, the power of the ice-blue hand was far inferior to Wang Xu's. It could only struggle desperately, but lacking strength, how could it break free from Wang Xu's control?
In just a mont.
Wang Xu only felt the force in his hand lighten, as both ice-blue hands with four fingers each were severed neatly from the wrists.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, Wang Xu tossed aside the two ice-blue hands and withdrew his hand, bringing back the souls of Ya Sang and the others.
Having achieved his goal, Wang Xu no longer had any reason to linger, but before leaving, he took a deliberate glance at the Ganges River.
The severed ice-blue hands had already rged back into the Ganges, vanishing without a trace.
"Ganges... Could there really be so creature in existence?" This was a question Wang Xu kept pondering in his heart before he left.
...
With the soul returning to its place, Wang Xu re-entered his own body.
He slowly opened his palm, where four souls with varying glows were floating above.
Emotions surged within Wang Xu, and then he took a step forward to his palace.
"Reconstruct the body."
Wang Xu began reconstructing the bodies for Ya Sang and the others.
A few days passed.
"Ya Sang, Rou Lin, Senior Sister Xin Wan, Master!"
Wang Xu had already encountered the familiar figures once more, apart from so changes in strength, everything else remained unchanged.
One by one, they gradually opened their eyes.
"Brother Wang!"
"Wang Xu!"
"Wang Xu?"
The four of them had completely different expressions upon seeing Wang Xu.
Ya Sang was filled with excitent, covering her gaping mouth in shock, her eyes reddening, with crystal-clear tears ready to spill over at any mont.
She rembered herself eting her end, dying with her last thoughts, yet now, Wang Xu stood alive right in front of her, and she... was not dead!
Rou Lin and Senior Sister Xin Wan were filled with joy.
The mont they saw Wang Xu, they completely forgot the fact that they were 'dead' individuals, jumping forward to embrace Wang Xu tightly.
Only Qing Sibai, the Venerable Emperor, remained the calst. He scrutinized himself with a surprised gaze, before looking at Wang Xu, finally realizing upon sensing the faint yet strong aura emanating from Wang Xu.
Just like that, Wang Xu suddenly gained three more wives.
In no ti, the Wang Family beca lively, the resurrection of Qing Sibai left the Nine Cloud Saint Venerable dumbfounded in shock for quite so ti before finally hugging the Venerable Emperor tightly with tears.
...
Following that, Wang Xu simply abandoned cultivation to accompany his family, including his six wives, as they traveled through chaos.
When Ya Sang, Rou Lin, and Senior Sister Xin Wan learned that Wang Xu had already beco a legendary Ancestor Realm figure, each one of them was left agape in disbelief.
Ancestor Realm!
A being capable of easily crushing even the Imperial Divine Master with a finger, and yet he was their husband?
It truly seed beyond belief.
Even Qing Sibai shook his head in disbelief.
Of course, his disbelief wasn't because Wang Xu reached the Ancestor Realm, but because Wang Xu had successfully prevented this chaotic war, overturning the entire outco of the battle!
An Ancestor Realm individual, accomplishing a feat even beyond the Great Emperor Realm, left Qing Sibai in a daze for quite a while before he finally reacted.
"Good! Good! Good! Wonderful!" Qing Sibai laughed heartily, "I, Qing Sibai, did not misjudge this ti! Wang Xu, you're amazing!"
Wang Xu smiled faintly. Though he had heard such praise countless tis, coming from the Venerable Emperor who had once blessed him, it felt different, causing a warm current to flow through his heart, exceedingly comforting.
Other people's shock, no matter how much, didn't matter to Wang Xu.
But the surprise from family, friends, and loved ones was what made Wang Xu feel proud the most.
At this mont, he felt that everything he had endured, suffered, and worked for in the past was not in vain!
As they say, fortune cos in succession.
After resurrecting three wives and his master, just a few years later, Wang Xu's master at the Immortal Tang Divine Palace—Desolate Fury Ancestor awoke from his slumber.
Upon seeing Wang Xu and sensing the terrifying aura emanating from him, even he couldn't believe his own eyes.
He had only been asleep for a few million years, not millions of Law Eras, so how could a nap later, Wang Xu, once only at the Celestial God Realm, beco an Ancestor Realm entity even more powerful than himself!
To all of this, Wang Xu responded with nothing but a smile, followed by the phrase he has uttered nurous tis: "Drink up!" (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, you're welco to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please head to m.qidian for reading.)
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