The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Zi You danced with joy as she spoke, "After you sent me to Master, he took me to Taichen Palace to find Emperor Donghua. Then, Master Donghua summoned Supreme God Mo Yuan and Master Zheyan as well. The Emperor said that because I was the variable of the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands, and also a source of life, and because I had broken his Heart-Slaying Tribulation, he wanted to see if he could break Supreme God Mo Yuan's tribulation, because only the Fuxi Qin could suppress the Donghuang Bell."

Ziyou took a sip of the water on the table and continued, "Without the Fuxiqin, High God Mo Yuan would have had to sacrifice his spirit to the Donghuang Bell. However, due to Zheyan's personal reasons and his oath, he could no longer use the Fuxiqin. So they asked me, a variable, to try and see if I could break High God Mo Yuan's calamity. Perhaps the Fuxiqin was attracted to my intelligence, cuteness, beauty, and kindness, and in the end, I was chosen."

Su Lian found her daughter's quirky behavior somewhat amusing, and continued to ask: "Then, what have you been doing for the past few hundred years?"

Zi You: "Because I was young at the time and had no cultivation, I couldn't use the Fuxi Qin even if I had it. But it wasn't long after the Qingcang Rebellion, and Emperor Donghua found us a secret realm where time flows a hundred times faster than outside. So even though only three hundred years have passed, I've actually been cultivating for thirty thousand years."

After hearing this, Su Lian and his wife understood the whole story. However, before 30,000 years ago, only Emperor Donghua and Lord Mo Yuan were promoted to gods. However, their roots and aptitudes were excellent, far beyond the reach of others. They knew their daughter's aptitude, which was only above average. However, she was able to be promoted to a god in just 30,000 years. Just thinking about it shows that she suffered a lot.

But as a parent, even if their hearts were filled with love and care, being the young patriarch of the Sujin clan, a fighting nation, was not easy in itself? Moreover, in this world, strength was respected. Now that his daughter had reached the position of a supreme god, she was only one step away from the realm of a respected god.

Nowadays, only the newly born King Fengdu in the underworld has a higher realm than Youyou, so with such strength, Youyou can already walk around the world.

Thinking of this, Su Lian quickly turned around, looked at Zi You with a sharp gaze, and said, "You are now strong enough to take over the job of your mother and me. This way, we can both take a break."

When Ziyou heard this, he stood up immediately as if he had been electrocuted, waving his hands and said hurriedly: "Although I am strong enough now, my experience is still limited. I still need to travel around the world more, so that I can stabilize my mind. You two are still young, so you should take on the position of patriarch." After that, he ran away in a hurry.

Ziyou returned to her room, intending to have a good sleep. For the past thirty thousand years, she had been on edge, and now, as soon as she relaxed, she felt exhausted, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Zheyan had been racking his brains over how to deal with the Bai family, but after Siming delivered the news, his heart was like a turbulent ocean, restless for a long time. He hadn't expected that even after all their efforts for the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands, these so-called ancient gods would be wiped out like grass simply because they didn't want their youngest son to be suppressed by the ancient gods. It would be fine for us disciples and adopted sons, but Mo Yuan was clearly his own flesh and blood. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs, so how could he have the heart to do such a cruel thing?

However, when he thought of the divine punishment, he could only be like a deflated ball, and like Ziyou, he planned to have a good sleep.

Then, they had only slept for half a month when they were awakened by the deafening, continuous thunder.

After Zheyan emerged, he gazed at Qingqiu, a nearby mountaintop. The thick, dark clouds, like a massive black mountain, threatened to crush the entire region. A tinge of gloating swelled within him, his lips curling upwards. However, as the saying goes, "Excessive joy breeds sorrow," he was only halfway through his joy when he suddenly realized that a cloud as black as ink had gathered above him. Zheyan knew he was being dragged down by the Bai family.

In the end, Zheyan endured 749 bolts of lightning! Watching the raging lightning as if to tear the world apart, poor Zheyan saw most of his proud phoenix feathers chopped off! Looking at his own miserable state, Zheyan secretly congratulated himself: "Luckily, I just received that merit not long ago, otherwise I would have died today!" If that were the case, then from now on, I, the phoenix, would never be seen again in this vast land.

Elsewhere, Mo Yuan also endured the merciless baptism of thirty-six heavenly thunderbolts. He knew full well that this fate was due to Bai Qian's involvement, but he also understood that it was also because the Donghuang Bell he had refined fell into the hands of Qing Cang, giving Qing Cang the support he needed to instigate the rebellion! However, when Mo Yuan recalled that it was the Father God who had instructed him to give the Donghuang Bell to Qing Cang, an uncontrollable surge of grief and anger surged in his heart, and he could not help but spurt out another mouthful of blood.

Unlike the other two, Emperor Donghua's face revealed a deep sense of confusion and bewilderment as he faced the thick, dark clouds rolling overhead. He simply couldn't understand what he had done wrong to deserve this thunderbolt.

And so, amidst his doubts, after being struck by three consecutive celestial thunderbolts, he was finally reminded by the Heavenly Dao within the thunderbolts that the problem lay with the Heavenly Monarch: in recent years, the Heavenly Monarch had placed too much emphasis on family lineage, resulting in slow progress for many immortals and demons in cultivation, scarce resources, and difficulty in improving their abilities. The immortal realm, once supposedly orderly and solemn, had become as chaotic and disorderly as the mortal royal court, with no rules to speak of.

So, after living for hundreds of thousands of years, Emperor Donghua was ultimately struck by lightning because of Cizheng's family. It seems this Emperor was truly wrong. I should have chosen a new Celestial Sovereign after Haode's death. Why did I let Cizheng inherit his father's throne? His cultivation wasn't enough to begin with, and now his abilities aren't either. Instead of cultivating the Celestial Clan, he's engaging in intrigue and scheming, yet he still thinks he's so noble. He even gave Qingcang a gift for his birthday and called it a reward.

Hey, if it weren't for the luck of the Celestial Clan being with me, why would I have trapped myself in Taichen Palace and shouldered the heavy responsibility of supervising the Celestial Lord? But he really didn't expect Ci Zheng to be like this. Hao De's bloodline is not good, each generation is worse than the previous one, and now the three princes are not as good as Ci Zheng.