Zhatian: I, Haotian, am the first emperor of the human race!

Chapter 601 Extra Chapter (5): The Marriage of the Great Emperor Wushi
The primordial world.

Emperor Wushi stood beneath the ancestral tree, whose pollen connected all the heavens and myriad realms and scattered endless Daoist charm, and hesitated for a rare moment.

After hiding for hundreds of thousands of years, he still had to come back eventually.

after all.

Home is right here.

He straightened his perfectly wrinkle-free imperial robe—though with his current cultivation level, he was impervious to dust and magic, so this action seemed more like a form of mental preparation—and then stepped into the familiar courtyard.

The courtyard remained warm and peaceful, as if time itself had lost its meaning here. The tea tree rustled in the corner, and shadowy figures moved about around the stone table beneath it.

"elder brother!"

Lin Xiyue spotted him at a glance.

The girl, dressed in a pale yellow dress, with eyes as bright as stars, jumped up from beside the empress, her eyebrows curving into crescents, her joy undisguised.

"You're finally back!"

The sound drew the attention of everyone in the courtyard.

Lin Hao leisurely sipped a cup of Enlightenment Tea, his gaze gentle, as if he had known all along that he would appear at this hour.

The Western Emperor put down the jade slip in his hand, glanced up, and his gaze...

Wu Shi's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh?" west Huang raised a slight eyebrow, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger. "You've finally decided to come back?"

“Mother…” The Great Emperor Wushi, the supreme being who once turned his back on all living beings, suppressed the darkness and turmoil, and was revered by all the heavens and myriad realms, now showed a smile that could be described as “awkward”.

Outside, he is the invincible Heavenly Emperor, walking the path of righteousness alone, looking down upon all ages. But within this courtyard, his status…

Worrying.

He has a father with unfathomable cultivation and several mothers with equally profound skills, as well as two mischievous and beloved younger sisters. As the eldest brother, he seems to have no other choice but to "spoiling his sisters" and "being pressured to get married."

"It's good to be back." Lin Hao put down his teacup, smiled and nodded, a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Wushi felt a little more at ease.

嗏

"If you still acknowledge me as your mother," the Western Emperor sighed softly, a sigh that was full of lingering sorrow and longing, "then find a Daoist partner as soon as possible, so I can hold my grandson in my arms..."

Again.

Wu Shi's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. Hundreds of thousands of years of hiding stemmed from this very sentence. He thought time could heal all wounds, but he hadn't expected his mother's obsession to run so deep.

“Mother,” Wu Shi said helplessly, trying to reason with her, “Marriage is something that cannot be forced or rushed. It depends on fate.”

“Yes, it’s true that you can’t rush it.” The Western Emperor nodded readily, then his tone suddenly changed, becoming “exasperated”. “But you have to take the initiative to find one! You’re either in seclusion or traveling through the heavens every day. Do you think a Daoist partner will just fall from the sky?”

She grew angrier as she spoke: "Look at them! The great-great ...

Wushi: "..."

How can you roll this up?

He instinctively looked at his father, giving him a pleading look.

but……

Lin Hao paused in his tea-serving hand, and in the end, he could only give Wu Shi a helpless look.

Wushi: "..."

He then looked at Nuwa, who was always gentle.

Nuwa blinked her eyes, which could create all living beings, smiled gently, and said in a voice that was soft yet piercingly painful: "Wu Shi should indeed consider this matter. It may be carefree to walk the Great Dao alone, but it is always different to have a confidant by your side."

"..."

Undeterred and unyielding, Wu Shi turned his gaze to the ethereal and serene Willow Goddess on the other side.

Aunt Liu!

Say something!

"You're the most reasonable one!" Liu Shen, enveloped in a faint, hazy aura, smiled gently upon hearing this, her voice as tender as water, like a spring breeze caressing a thousand willows: "Listen to your mother. Trying to find a Daoist companion might not be a bad thing. Your mother has been worried about this for many years."

It is without beginning and without words.

Yes, although Aunt Liu is good, over the years, she is probably the one who has listened to the most nagging from my mother, and we have long since formed a "united front".

Finally, he placed his hopes on his younger sister, Lin Xiyue.

Lin Xiyue received a look from her brother, blinked her bright eyes, and then, without hesitation, delivered the final blow crisply: "Brother! Hurry up and find me a sister-in-law! I want a sister-in-law to play with! It would be best if she could also give me a little nephew or niece to take care of!"

have to.

You've spoiled her for nothing!
Seeing that the time was right, the Western Emperor said softly, "I won't force you. If it really doesn't work, you can go through reincarnation. Seal your memories and Dao fruit, experience the myriad aspects of the mortal world again, and perhaps your destiny will come naturally."

Now that Wushi's cultivation has reached an inconceivable level, a single sweep of his divine sense can encompass the birth and death of countless worlds. Ordinary beings cannot even stand on the same dimension as him, let alone form a bond with him. Reincarnation, to comprehend the most fundamental cause and effect of the mortal world, is indeed the most feasible method.

Wu Shi knew there was no escaping it this time. He took a deep breath, with his last bit of stubbornness: "Mother, after a while, I will enter the cycle of reincarnation."

"Don't wait any longer!" the Western Emperor declared, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "Now! Immediately! Right now! I've even figured out your 'identity' for reincarnation for you. How about 'Heaven and Earth Holy Spirit'? Born of Heaven and Earth, with unparalleled roots and blessed by destiny, it's the most suitable for forming a bond!"

Wushi: "..."

Looking into his mother's eyes, which held an unquestionable light that even hinted at "I've even calculated what kind of girl your future daughter-in-law might like," he finally resigned himself to his fate.

“I can,” he conceded, but the Heavenly Emperor’s majesty made him emphasize his principle one last time, “Mother, I may enter the cycle of reincarnation, and you may even observe from the sidelines, but you must promise me—you must not interfere arbitrarily, much less force me to arrange things. If the time is right, I will seize it; if not, I cannot force it.”

"Alright! I promise you!" the Western Emperor readily agreed.

Thus, the Great Emperor Wushi, who had just returned home and hadn't even had a cup of tea, turned and left the courtyard amidst his mother's earnest gaze, his father's subtle smile, the gentle looks of his mothers, and his sister's cheerful farewell.

In the radiant light cast by the ancestral pollen tree.

Wushi took a step forward, his figure disappearing into the depths of reincarnation where the primordial world meets the myriad realms.

As the vast river of reincarnation appeared, he leaped into it without hesitation, deliberately sealing away his Dao Fruit and memories, which were enough to suppress all ages, leaving only a wisp of his immortal true spirit.

The true spirit, carrying the innate imprint of the "Heaven and Earth Holy Spirit," was reincarnated in a corner of the endless void and myriad worlds.

...

...

at the same time.

In the depths of chaos beyond the world.

In a place of transcendence.

The three imposing figures seemed to sense something almost simultaneously, their gazes piercing through endless time and space, landing on the lingering echoes of the cycle of reincarnation.

"Fellow Daoist Wushi... were you forced into reincarnation?" Emperor Ye raised an eyebrow and put down the black royal dog food covered with Dao patterns in his hand—this was prepared for a certain dog Dao Ancestor who did not want to reveal his name.

"I heard it's because Senior Western Emperor is urging us so hard." The Desolate Emperor chuckled and shook his head, the calm and composed face of his former comrade-in-arms appearing before his eyes, which must be quite interesting at this moment.

"Tsk tsk, even the mighty Emperor Wushi, who reigned supreme for eternity, couldn't escape being pressured to get married." Chu Feng laughed most mischievously, casually turning a precious mirror that reflected the heavens toward the direction of reincarnation. "As old friends, shouldn't we... 'do our bit of help'?"

The three exchanged a glance, their faces simultaneously displaying a smile that only old friends could understand—a smile that mixed sympathy and anticipation of a good show.

"Fellow Daoist Wushi..." the three said in unison, their voices carrying a profound meaning.

A wisp of sword intent flowed from the fingertips of the Desolate Emperor: "Since you have entered the mortal world, you should experience all its flavors. His identity as the 'Holy Spirit of Heaven and Earth' is too high a starting point, making it rather monotonous."

The illusory image of the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron in Ye Tiandi's palm floated: "Add some cause and effect, add some variables. The word 'fate' is the most wonderful thing."

The small jar above Chu Feng's head emitted chaos: "I observe that the myriad realms are in a time of great upheaval, with heroes and beauties emerging in great numbers. It is a truly auspicious time."

Three invisible and intangible thoughts, yet powerful enough to influence the fate of all the heavens, carrying three parts care and seven parts mockery, silently followed that wisp of holy spirit and fell upon all the heavens and myriad realms.

They did not forcibly intervene, but merely dropped a few pebbles into a calm lake, creating ripples. As for how these ripples will eventually intersect and collide, and what kind of story will evolve, that depends on the choices made by Wushi himself within the "cycle of reincarnation."

The threads of fate.

The weaving has already begun quietly.

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(End of this chapter)