Chapter 871: Qing Luaner’s Surprise

Now that he had taken out Qing Luaner's soul, Han Jue naturally had plans for her.

He wanted to make Qing Luaner the master of this Universe.

It was better to keep such benefits within the family.

Moreover, if Qing Luaner were to be resurrected, she would have to find a way to keep up with Han Jue's pace toward eternal life; otherwise, what would be the point of her revival?

Han Jue was not lacking in women.

Since he was going to resurrect her, he wanted Qing Luaner to be able to stay by his side forever.

Han Jue began to mobilize the Power of Creation.

After so many years of comprehension, he had finally mastered a trace of the Power of Creation. Although it was far from being as infinitely profound as the Creation Rule, resurrecting a single living being was not difficult.

Qing Luaner's soul was perfectly preserved; he only needed to restore her Physical Body.

That same day, Qing Luaner's Physical Body was created, and she was directly at the level of an Immortal Emperor.

If her Realm were any lower, she wouldn't be able to withstand the strength of her own soul.

Qing Luaner lay on the bed, dressed in white robes—simple clothing Han Jue had created to cover her.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with confusion.

Memories surged from the depths of her mind like a tide, causing her eyes to widen.

"Have I… been reincarnated?"

Qing Luaner murmured to herself. She subconsciously raised her hand and realized it wasn't the hand of an infant.

What was going on?

She tried to sit up, but without paying attention, she accidentally shot straight through the Daoist temple and into the sky.

She stopped in mid-air, her body trembling.

"What's happening… this spiritual energy…"

Qing Luaner's beautiful eyes widened as she examined her body in disbelief.

She could feel a surging power within her, which she instinctively recognized as spiritual energy.

Although she had been a Mortal before, she had some understanding of cultivation.

She looked down and saw only a single Daoist temple on the vast mountain land. The roof she had just crashed through was currently repairing itself as if it were an illusion.

"It's not Reincarnation… could it be that I didn't die?"

Qing Luaner frowned, struggling to control her body as she slowly descended.

She walked cautiously into the temple and asked, "Is anyone there?"

Liu Bei was still accompanying Peerless Jiang, so the Third Dojo was empty and very quiet.

*Click—*

The temple doors suddenly opened. Qing Luaner couldn't see the situation inside, making her even more nervous and afraid to enter rashly.

Inside the temple, Han Jue stood up and straightened his clothes.

If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, Qing Luaner would have certainly left herself dizzy from the impact; the hardness of the Daoist temple was not something an Immortal Emperor could damage.

Han Jue waited for a moment, but since Qing Luaner still hadn't come in, he had to raise his hand and pull her inside.

Qing Luaner couldn't control her body and was sucked into the temple.

Her heart was filled with fear and despair.

She subconsciously closed her eyes. When she landed, she opened them and froze.

"Hus… Husband?"

Qing Luaner cried out in surprise, then rubbed her eyes.

Han Jue smiled and said, "What, are you afraid of me? If not for me, who else could resurrect an old woman like you?"

Upon hearing this, Qing Luaner immediately cast aside her suspicions and threw herself into Han Jue's arms.

"Husband, am I dreaming? You really resurrected me? Also, why are you so young?"

Qing Luaner asked incessantly; she had far too many questions.

Han Jue pulled her down to sit and explained, "After you died, I was heartbroken. I originally wanted to stay and grow old with you, but I unexpectedly met an immortal and gained the Opportunity to Cultivate. After several million years of cultivation, I created a new world and obtained a great fortune, which allowed me to resurrect you."

"Wait! Several million years?"

Qing Luaner was shocked, her face full of disbelief.

Han Jue said, "That's right. About five million years have passed, and we are no longer in the Immortal Realm."

Qing Luaner hurriedly followed up, "Then what about Tuo'er?"

Han Jue fell silent.

Qing Luaner's face instantly turned pale. She asked with a trembling voice, "He's already… that's right… after so many years, even immortals and gods would die…"

Han Jue sighed and said, "He's not dead."

"Ah?"

Qing Luaner's tears stopped instantly.

Han Jue said helplessly, "He's still alive, but he grew up long ago. Naturally, he wouldn't stay with me. He even has descendants now."

Qing Luaner couldn't help but give Han Jue a light punch, saying coquettishly, "Husband, you're teasing me."

Knowing her son was still alive, Qing Luaner was filled with joy.

She believed Han Jue's words. After all, once children grow up, they have their own lives; she herself hadn't stayed by her parents' side forever.

"Quickly tell me about your experiences over these years," Qing Luaner urged, pulling Han Jue's hand.

Han Jue said, "We can talk about that later. First, you must adapt to your magic power."

Subsequently, he began to personally instruct Qing Luaner.

Qing Luaner's Physical Body was in its prime, and compared to Han Jue, her hundred years of experience were hardly worth mentioning. Soon, she regained the mindset of a young woman and even acted spoiled toward Han Jue.

In the blink of an eye.

A year passed, and Qing Luaner had completely adapted to the power of an Immortal Emperor. This year had been the sweetest time of her life, with just her and Han Jue, free from any worries.

Most importantly, she knew that she and her husband could rely on each other for countless more years.

She even felt as if she were in a dream.

On this day, the two of them dressed and sat by the edge of the bed.

Han Jue spoke, "Alright, I should also Cultivate. Nowadays, a single session of seclusion takes me a hundred thousand years. Unless it's something important, do not disturb me. You can wander around outside, but only within a radius of a million miles. This is my dojo, isolated from the outside world; you couldn't leave even if you wanted to."

"Ah? A hundred thousand years?"

Qing Luaner was stunned.

Han Jue ignored her and closed his eyes.

The reason he hid the truth from Qing Luaner was that he didn't want to explain too much, and he wanted to create a sense of urgency so she would focus on her cultivation.

As for Xing Hongxuan, Xuan Qingjun, and the other women, Han Jue wasn't worried that Qing Luaner would mind. Back when they were in the Mortal Realm, she had even proactively tried to find concubines for him, though he had refused.

The days passed year by year.

After several years of seclusion, Qing Luaner became a bit restless. She wandered outside the temple for a few days before returning to continue her cultivation.

This cycle repeated until, a thousand years later, she finally began to get used to the monotony of cultivation.

…

In the Void Realm.

The five great divine punishments advanced atop divine light. Han Tuo stood at the very front, his brow furrowed.

Yi Tian walked to his side and asked in a low voice, "You seem restless lately?"

Han Tuo replied, "Indeed. For some reason, I keep sensing a familiar aura, but I can't determine exactly who it is."

His brow remained furrowed; he had never felt this way before.

"Could it be that younger brother of yours has made a Breakthrough?" Yi Tian asked jokingly.

Previously, Han Tuo had been made restless by that mysterious younger brother, forcing the Evil Heavenly Emperor to seek guidance from an unspeakable transcendent being.

"No, back then it felt very oppressive. Now, I just feel a sense of familiarity without any discomfort," Han Tuo said, shaking his head.

He then smiled and said, "I wonder what Realm my younger brother is at now."

Yi Tian laughed and said, "He's probably even stronger than you. He can suppress you just by relying on his Bloodline alone."

Han Tuo didn't mind and said, "If that's the case, then it's a good thing."

The other three Great Dao Spirits couldn't help but lean in, curiously asking who Han Tuo's younger brother was.