Chapter 286: Back! (Third update, seeking monthly tickets)

"I think, directly attack Qingzhou."

A demon suggested in a deep voice: "If a great battle breaks out at the Dragon City Mo River, our plan to attack the Emperor Da Yu Divine Dynasty will be delayed again. Now that this Merit Treasure Vault has appeared, those Mo Rivers are controlled by the Emperor Da Yu Divine Dynasty. We have paid little attention to these Mo Rivers on weekdays, so we definitely can't snatch them."

"Only by attacking can we have a chance!"

"With the Black Mountain Desolate God here, that old thing from the Dao Palace doesn't dare to come out easily, otherwise the Imperial Capital will definitely be broken!"

"Hmph, your Shenggong naturally says so, but our Longmen's Great Elder is still inside." A demon said gloomily.

"Dragon King, what do you think?"

The Palace Master of the Shenggong spoke, but looked at the leader of the Longmen beside him.

Because the Candle Zhu Huoshen wasn't there, this secret talk didn't bring along the demons of the Tai Xu Realm, just the two of them making the decision.

The demons of the Tai Xu Realm had repeatedly requested them to take action, insisting on rescuing their Sect Master... but with the Candle Zhu Huoshen not there, how could they look at the other Tai Xu Realm Demon Kings?

Moreover, that youth had slain seven Demon Kings in a row earlier, and the Tai Xu Realm had suffered heavy losses. If the Candle Zhu Huoshen couldn't return, the Tai Xu Realm would no longer be a top-tier demon force, and naturally, they would be divided and swallowed by them.

Those who wouldn't surrender would have no choice but to die! "Wait one more month."

After a long silence, this Dragon King said in a low voice: "If they don't come out in a month, we will attack Qingzhou rapidly and destroy the Li family!"

Seeing this, the Palace Master of the Shenggong nodded slightly, and they didn't argue anymore.

In the vast Great Desolate Heaven.

In a valley filled with miasma, a figure galloped rapidly. Just as he stopped on a mountain peak, his palm suddenly felt hot, and a golden light emerged.

"Hmm?"

This figure was Li Tiangang, who had chased over.

His battle armor was tattered, and he looked dusty, but the flesh wounds from being beaten by Li Xiaoran earlier had already healed.

At this moment, seeing this golden paper emerge and seeing the message jumping out from it, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Merit Treasure Vault?

He was somewhat surprised. What was this?

Looking around, he found a hidden stone crevice, and his divine sense moved, probing into the Merit Treasure Vault.

Soon, Li Tiangang's divine sense withdrew from the Merit Treasure Vault, his face full of shock.

This Merit Treasure Vault was simply a treasure trove!

"What sacred being is this Chong Er, actually getting 100,000 merit points all at once!"

Li Tiangang was secretly shocked in his heart, thinking of those Four Standing Realm experts he knew, but only a few of them were from the Jianghu and had long since hidden their tracks, pursuing that higher martial dao.

"Strange name, no surname, shouldn't be an older generation from other Divine General Mansions, otherwise they would have directly revealed their surname, making the family famous and getting many benefits."

"The Merit Ranking is also a Good Person Ranking, where the good get fame."

Li Tiangang'

"It seems the national fortune of my Emperor Da Yu Divine Dynasty has arrived. I never expected that such a thing was hidden within this Mo River—bizarre and mysterious. It turns out that in the past, no one had accumulated enough merit to truly glimpse the benefits of the Mo River."

Li Tiangang secretly thought to himself.

The secret of the Mo River, which no one had been able to investigate for thousands of years, was actually triggered by someone today.

In his heart, he could not help but feel secretly admiring and curious about that Brother Chong Er.

Even the Wang Clan had not been able to accomplish this for hundreds of years; how did this person do it? Moreover, before the treasury of merit was activated, no one knew about this matter. Apart from the Wang Clan, few people were willing to risk clearing a Nether Capital-level Mo River.

How great must the difficulty be, and how dangerous?

"This senior must also be a kind and benevolent person," Li Tiangang secretly thought.

To take the risk to clear it without the premise of benefits, and to be able to clear it, shows that the other party has the ability to destroy the Mo River and can easily escape from it.

But instead, the other party chose the most difficult way to clear it, which is truly worthy of respect!

"I will know when I go back. His Majesty should vigorously commend this person and confer titles of nobility!"

"However, once the treasury of merit is opened, I fear the Mo River will become a hot commodity. That Wang Clan... perhaps they will be able to free up their hands."

"Perhaps when I return this time, His Majesty might discuss with me the re-division of the Great Provinces. Most of this military power will likely have to be ceded, returning to the Wang Clan what they lost back then..."

The deeper Li Tiangang thought, the more his mind gradually drifted away.

But following a low roar like a fierce beast from far away, he suddenly woke up.

This place is still the Great Desolate Heaven.

"Let's talk about these things later. The most important thing right now is to find Hao'er first."

Li Tiangang immediately came back to his senses, collected his thoughts, and temporarily suppressed this matter in his heart.

Thinking of Li Hao, he thought of his father's mournful cry before he passed away, and his nose felt slightly sore.

But soon, his gaze became firm again, and he immediately leaped into the air, shuttling through the miasma, rushing toward the Ji Clan at full speed, only hoping it was not too late.

Great Desolate Heaven, Ji Clan territory.

Following the end of the Mo River clearance notification, Li Hao's thoughts also returned.

He guessed that the Emperor Da Yu Divine Dynasty might be shaken by this, but he had no intention of caring; fame, to him, was nothing but a burden.

After all, after he became famous, although he was brilliant, he did not live much better because of it.

The world chases fame, but he only wanted to spend his life in leisure.

"Let's go."

Ji Yungong had already flown to the front, appearing impatient.

Li Hao hurried over and asked, "Senior, the Mo River has disappeared. Can you return to the Ji Clan ancestral hall now?"

Thinking of that grandfather by blood, he could only go back to take a look, and he could not help but sigh secretly in his heart.

Clearly wanting to return home so much, yet only able to take a look.

That look would surely be unable to fill all the regrets and reluctance.

"I can go back, but like your grandfather, I have been eroded by the Mo River too deeply. Now that the Mo River has disappeared, I will also dissipate."

Ji Yungong chuckled. When he said this, he appeared very free and easy, very unconstrained: "But I am stronger than your grandfather, so I can last a little longer, stay for a little more time, at least to see my old brothers and friends..."

Speaking of this, he stopped lingering and waved his hand forward.

In the air in front, a ripple like a fold actually appeared.

His body shuttled straight through.

Seeing this, Li Hao also followed and walked in.

But when his wrist touched the ripple, it was slightly hot, and the crimson vine ring was blocked.

"Woo, I don't seem to be able to enter..."

The Crimson Blood Vine Demon King floated up a tentacle, feeling a bit nervous and aggrieved.

The ripple cracked slightly, appearing a small slit, and Ji Yungong's voice came from inside: "Come in now."

Li Hao immediately stretched the crimson vine ring toward the crack, while he himself stepped straight through.

He only felt something soft like water brush past his body, and immediately, the scene in front of him changed completely.

Divine clouds filled the sky, a towering holy mountain appeared in front of his eyes, and around it were several scattered floating islands, on which towering palaces were suspended, truly like a human fairyland! Li Hao was stunned, the floating holy mountain, the floating small mountains, how was all this done? Ji Yungong's figure was in front, saying: "Come quickly."

Li Hao dared not delay and hurriedly followed.

He saw that in front of the holy mountain was a long staircase like the spine of a white dragon, a full tens of miles long, leading to the edge of the Ji Clan territory he had shuttled through. And at the end of this staircase was a towering Longmen.

The gate was carved from strange stones, coiled and connected by dozens of dragons, as if many dragon corpses had been cast into a gate, looking extremely imposing and shocking.

In front of this Longmen stood a team of young figures wearing strange clothes, all with ink-colored ancient characters on their chests: Ji! Seeing Li Hao and Ji Yungong flying along the staircase, this team of Ji Clan guards guarding the gate were all stunned.

Being able to enter the mountain gate freely, they were clearly Ji Clan members, but Ji Yungong and Li Hao both made them feel like strangers.

"You, you are Elder Yungong?!"

Suddenly, one of the older guards recognized Ji Yungong and could not help but become excited.

"It is me."

Ji Yungong smiled slightly. If it were in the past, he would not have given these little guys any color and would have ignored them directly, but now that he had returned to this place, he felt nostalgic and precious about every landscape.

After all, he would not be able to see it again soon.

"Greetings, Elder Yungong!"

The other guards also recognized him and hurriedly saluted respectfully.

Ji Yungong turned around and said to Li Hao, "Your identity is special, wait here first, I will go and talk to those old brothers."

"Okay."

Li Hao agreed, then stared at him for a moment, bowed slightly, and lowered his body: "Respectfully send off, Senior."

Ji Yungong's eyes moved slightly, knowing what Li Hao meant by this respectful send-off.

That was a farewell, and also an eternal farewell.

His eyes were gentle, and he smiled: "Child, it's a pity I don't have much time and cannot see the moment you become a Ji Clan prodigy with my own eyes, but it is enough. Being able to bring you back, my Ji Clan will surely become famous in the Great Desolate again because of you, deterring other holy clans!"

He chuckled, reached out, and gently touched Li Hao's shoulder, his eyes kind.

Afterward, he did not linger, his body turned into a green light, flew rapidly past the mountain gate, and rushed straight up along the sky-reaching staircase.

During the decades of detention in the Mo River, under the influence of his obsession, he built mountains every day.

Building a holy mountain in his heart.

It was also a holy mountain that could never be reached.

But until he met Li Hao, who shattered the holy mountain he had built, brought him out of the Mo River, and let him return to the real holy mountain in this reality.

"Tianchao, your third brother is back!"

"Old Four, Old Six, are you still there?!"

"I, Ji Yungong, am back!!"

The green light rose into the sky, and Ji Yungong's voice echoed over the entire holy mountain.

This also made countless people in the Ji Clan holy mountain look up in astonishment. At first, they were a bit surprised, who dared to be so bold, but when they heard the name Ji Yungong, they were all shocked.

That one of the three great war gods of the Ji Clan, actually, came back?!

"Third Brother?!"

"Is it Third Brother?!"

After a brief stagnation, several figures suddenly rushed out from several of the most magnificent palaces above the holy mountain, shouting excitedly.

When they saw the soul phantom of Ji Yungong in mid-air, their pupils shrank, and immediately their faces showed excitement and grief, and they hurriedly rushed over.

"Third Brother!!"

"Third Brother, why did you only come back now? We looked for you everywhere but couldn't find you..."

The three surrounded Ji Yungong, and when they saw Ji Yungong's faint soul phantom, sadness appeared in their eyes.

Previously, Ji Yungong died in battle, and they had already held a funeral for him.

They also retrieved and buried Ji Yungong's divided remains.

It was just that they searched everywhere but could not find Ji Yungong's soul and could not receive him back to the ancestral hall. Now, they could finally see each other again!

"I was swept away by the Mo River, it was bad luck..."

Ji Yungong smiled and explained, but in fact, he knew that even if he did not explain, these old brothers could guess the reason.

Apart from the detention of the Mo River, there was no other explanation, but there was also a possibility that he was beaten to death by other ancient holy clans.

But he was not that weak.

As Ji Yungong's voice echoed, more and more Ji Clan powerhouses appeared and rushed over.

When they saw Ji Yungong's soul, they were all pleasantly surprised and excited, and some could not control their emotions and covered their faces and wept.

"Xiao Mu..."

"Child..."

Ji Yungong looked at the many figures rushing over. In the crowd, a figure rushed over excitedly; it was his wife.

Although they were an old couple of many years, he still called his wife by her nickname. Both of their temples were already white, but his wife was still Xiao Mu in his heart.

That Xiao Mu who accompanied him through half a life of fighting.

Beside them, several voices also rushed over, excitedly shouting "Father!"

"Grandfather..."

A tender voice came; it was a young girl exuding the aura of the Heavenly Human Realm, with bright eyes and white teeth, standing beside her mother with nervousness and curiosity.

And her mother was Ji Yungong's daughter-in-law, who looked more reserved, only letting the child call out, while she herself just stood beside with an excited and happy face.

"This is my granddaughter?"

Ji Yungong saw the young girl, his eyes widened slightly, feeling like he saw the figures of Ji Qingqing and the others when they were young.

"Yes, Father, this is your granddaughter, Ji Niange."

A tall and burly man beside him said excitedly.

Ji Yungong was slightly startled, Ji Niange, commemorating the song...

His emotions fluctuated slightly, he raised his hand and patted his son's shoulder beside him, his voice trembling: "You have worked hard."

"Father, it's not hard, it's good that you're back."

The burly man said hurriedly: "I will send you to the ancestral hall first, otherwise you will consume soul power here."

"That's right, that's right, move aside quickly, let my Third Brother go to the ancestral hall first."

Several old men with powerful auras who rushed over earlier said hurriedly.

The old woman who was throwing herself into Ji Yungong's arms with teary eyes also reacted, rubbed away the tears from her red-rimmed eyes, and said to Ji Yungong:

"The children have been waiting for you for a long time. It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."

Ji Yungong originally wanted to say that there was no need to go to the ancestral hall, which was so troublesome; his body dissipating was just a matter of time, and even if he went to the ancestral hall, it could not be alleviated.

But seeing the excited appearance of these people, he planned to wait for everyone's emotions to calm down a bit before saying anything.

Moreover, since he had returned, he should go to worship the ancestors anyway.

So, accompanied by everyone, he headed toward the Ji Clan's ancestral hall.

"I didn't expect Elder Ji to be able to return. It is truly Heaven blessing my Ji Clan!"

Everyone surrounded Ji Yungong in a mighty crowd. Except for Ji Yungong's immediate family who were particularly excited, others also showed joy.

Before they even arrived at the ancestral hall, a figure rushed over rapidly and said excitedly: "Third Brother!"

"Tianchao!"

Ji Yungong saw the other party, his eyes also warmed, and he shouted excitedly with emotion.

(End of this chapter)