At that moment, the Divine Realm itself welcomed the final resurgence of immortal energy!
As the roaring tide of immortal power swept through the heavens, every immortal sensed that the realm had at last emerged from its cataclysm. What was now stirring awake was the Immortal Emperor Realm!
On a sacred mountain in the far south, a young man in a Daoist robe slowly opened his eyes. He surveyed his surroundings and frowned. Then, in the next instant, he shot a gaze northward and murmured, “Impossible... it can’t be...”
He tried to stand, but having just awakened, his immortal body had not yet fully recovered. He could only sit where he was, eyes fixed on the north, his expression deeply troubled.
The vast resurgence of immortal power did not go unnoticed by Ye Yu and the ladies of Wuwei Tower! One by one, they emerged from their chambers and looked skyward, feeling the ambient surge of immortal energy.
At that moment, Ying Naiyan quietly approached Ye Yu and conveyed by inner-voice, “Husband, I just saw you emerge from Master’s room. Does that mean you two are... together?”
“No,” Ye Yu replied with a slight frown, “It’s still that talisman causing trouble. But is there really no way to dispel it?”
He truly found the constant teleportations vexing. Just the other day, while he and the ladies were discussing matters, Dongkui had thought of him and yanked him over—quite embarrassing. What was he to do? Continue the conversation? Or let it drop? It really scrambled his thoughts!
Ying Naiyan shook her head. “The Star Mark Talisman Sect said before they left that once the ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) talisman’s power is used, it cannot be undone. Of course, nothing’s ever absolute; Master has already dispatched the Heavenly Talisman Pavilion to resolve it as quickly as possible. There may yet be a solution. But honestly, Husband, why not just... absorb Master? Then you’d never have to worry about it again!”
Ye Yu forced a wry smile. Easy for her to say—he and Dongkui were like sworn adversaries; every meeting turned into a spat. How could they possibly get along? She should try offering something more practical!
Scanning the surroundings, Ye Yu’s brow creased. “In the days I was asleep, no new ladies arrived? By rights, the mortal wives should have ascended by now!”
“Not a one,” Ying Naiyan reported, “And it’s been days since I’ve seen Zhu Diezhen or Wei Aoshu. They haven’t returned to Wuwei Tower in ages.”
Her words made Ye Yu’s heart sink. Had something gone wrong? Their cultivation levels weren’t very high—if they encountered wicked immortals in this turbulent realm, they’d be in grave danger. And among the Fenghun Tan Ji’e Sanxiong, their leader, Tingyu, still hadn’t been found. It was all very perilous.
Just as Ye Yu considered sending the ladies out to search, Zhu Diezhen and Wei Aoshu appeared, riding the air toward them.
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