Chapter 227: Three Emperors Visit Golden Turtle Island!

East Sea.

Golden Turtle Island.

Golden Turtle Island, which had lain silent for endless ages, now bursts with vitality!

Immortal clouds drift, demonic qi surges; look closely and you'll even see the aura of yin ghosts and the powers of various systems flowing across Golden Turtle Island! "Hold it!"

"Who are you three?"

"Golden Turtle Island isn't a place just anyone can enter!"

They walked up close.

Suddenly someone leapt out, blocking the Three Emperors' path.

"Guiling!"

"You died once—have you lost your memory so badly you don't even recognize me?"

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Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows.

Among the medicines the Tongtian Cult Master bought a hundred years ago, the most numerous were the Nirvana Pills and the Hongmeng Nirvana Pills! Most of the fallen Sect of the Cutting disciples have already been revived! The Ghost Spirit Saint Mother, as a direct disciple, is naturally no exception! Even so!

The Tongtian Cult Master's remaining resources are more than enough! He never lacks resources!

The Sect of the Cutting once stood unrivaled under heaven, truly deserving the title of number one in the world!

Back then, Duobao Daoist's innermost spiritual treasures were counted by the crate—let alone his master, the Tongtian Cult Master! Even after the Fengshen Calamity, the Tongtian Cult Master was imprisoned in the Zixiao Palace—but!

How could Hongjun and the other Heavenly Dao Saints possibly go seize the Tongtian Cult Master's resources back then?

After all!

Back then, the Primordial World had no variable like Ye Yang!

As for Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao Saints!

They simply had no use for such resources back then! "You're a full cycle older than me!"

"Always wearing those horn braids and that goose‑yellow shirt—doesn't look bad at all!"

"Pah!"

Xuanyuan stepped forward and snapped at the Turtle Spirit Saint Mother.

"You pile‑driving machine, how are you still alive?!"

The Turtle Spirit Saint Mother flew into a rage, having recognized Xuanyuan! Having taken three thousand wives and ascended in broad daylight, Xuanyuan's early path to promotion had become a laughingstock among many in the Primordial World!

"We have feelings too!"

"I'm just a heart shattered into many halves—that's all!"

"Ah, right, right, right!"

"One shatters into three thousand… of your three thousand heart‑pieces, how many fragments remain now?"

A flicker of gloom crossed Xuanyuan's eyes! What people usually call reaching three thousand, or other such numbers, is in fact a figurative expression!

But he once truly had three thousand dao partners! Yet, after ages of activity lockdown, nine‑tenths of them are gone! Xuanyuan's wives come from all kinds of backgrounds!

Some were from his alliances with other forces while leading the Youxiong clan to rise; others were women he rescued by chance in some remote corner!

There were also the daughters of subordinates who launched an attack from below, hoping to marry the Human Emperor!

These people naturally couldn't all be heaven‑talented prodigies capable of becoming Golden Immortals and attaining longevity through the Dao! When Xuanyuan was trapped in the Fire Cloud Cave, he certainly lacked the resources to obtain Nine‑turn Golden Pills that would let everyone become immortals in the blink of an eye! Therefore!

Xuanyuan's three thousand wives—now hardly any remain!

Watching the wife who once shared his morning and evening years gradually grow old, ordinary people would fall into despair after just one such experience—but Xuanyuan has endured this despair 2,816 times! "Actually, the feeling of death isn't so bad!"

"There's no consciousness, no feeling—time and space seem to have vanished entirely…"

Seeing Xuanyuan suddenly fall silent!

The Turtle Spirit Saint Mother realized she had likely said the wrong thing!

Although the two sides had met a few times before, their relationship was indeed not that close!

Using someone's death to provoke Xuanyuan was ultimately overstepping the line!

She hurriedly tried to add, "Cough cough…"

"Turtle Spirit Saint Mother!"

"We've come for the Tongtian Cult Master—no need to waste time here. What do you think?"

Fuxi couldn't stand it anymore—who tries to persuade people like that!

This world is amazing too—there's actually someone who can tell you what the afterlife is like! "Oh… that's certainly good!"

The Turtle Spirit Saint Mother hurriedly replied.

Xuanyuan and the Three Emperors proceeded all the way to the depths of the Biyou Palace.

The Biyou Palace was empty and bare! "The teacher never cared much for decoration, and after that incident he returned even less interested!"

The Turtle Spirit Saint Mother explained to the Three Emperors.

"Oh…"

Xuanyuan glanced around; his gaze settled on the left side of the main hall!

In the left‑hand corner there was a hot spring! It seems the Bathing Saint's habit of soaking is still being kept!

What Xuanyuan found hard to get used to was that this time, the Tongtian Cult Master wasn't receiving guests in the bathing pool!

"The changes are really huge!"

"Soaking for years on end would soften anyone's bones!"

From behind came the Tongtian Cult Master's voice, his eyes carrying a hint of vicissitude.

"Once a mighty Human Emperor, now you spout nothing but nonsense—your change is no small thing either!"

Xuanyuan grinned, his expression completely at ease.

In that Fire Cloud Cave, who are you going to show off with?

The Sect Master of the Way to Heaven flashed a hint of empathy in his eyes; we're all poor souls locked away for countless years!

He was just about to speak his feelings when he had to listen to Xuanyuan's Way.

I can't possibly throw a tantrum with three thousand wives or a few elder brothers, can I?

If you keep chatting like that, we'll talk ourselves to death today! The Sect Master of the Way to Heaven's forehead sprouted a black line!

With over three thousand people, that's bigger than a village outpost—you got appointed to nothing!

Come to think of it, I haven't heard that you left any family inheritance?

Xuanyuan actually left behind offspring—and not a few, a full twenty-five!

Among them, the most famous is Shaohao, one of the Human Race's Five Emperors! He is called the White Emperor, and he once left his mighty fame in this Primordial Wilderness! But, hearing that twenty-five sons is a lot, compared to the number of Xuanyuan's daughters, it's actually far too few! Even if each woman only gave birth to one or two, that would be enough to expand into a ten-thousand-strong clan in Xuanyuan's generation! 'Not being outstanding, my bloodline would be a disaster for them!'

The orthodox Human Emperor—who wouldn't like to use him as a pawn?

Xuanyuan gave a self‑deprecating laugh! But no one knows better than him how many people were eyeing his bloodline back then! He entered the Fire Cloud Cave, but his children could be sent out!

But what happens after sending them out?

Who is supposed to look after them?!

Their destinies are sealed unless they become talented! At the very least, they must be talents on par with Shaohao!

Otherwise, those lurking gazes will devour them down to the bone, leaving nothing!

The Sect Master of the Way to Heaven and the Three Emperors also chatted about other things! Mostly just pleasantries!

Being old‑time acquaintances, both imprisoned for so long, they truly have plenty to talk about! Guiling Holy Mother stood aside, her eyes swirling with mosquito‑coil rings! The Human Race's Three Emperors couldn't possibly have come just to chat about trivial matters, making idle talk, could they?

She always had the feeling that among the four of them, words hid words, as if they had secretly agreed on something! But she couldn't understand!

Uh… I'm so angry!

When the Three Emperors took their leave, Guiling Holy Mother eagerly inquired.

'Master, what exactly did you and those three decide?'

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(End of Chapter)