Dou Qi Continent – Zhou Manor.
A crisp morning heralded the start of a new day.
As the first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon, a thin mist drifted across the land, lingering momentarily before dissipating under the spreading golden glow. The dewdrops clinging to the fresh green blades of grass along the shaded pathways shimmered in iridescent hues, melting away as the warmth of the sun kissed the earth.
A year's plan begins in spring. A day's plan begins in the morning.
Zhou Yi stirred from his slumber, his drowsy eyes fluttering open.
Lying beside him was Yun Yun, nestled contentedly in his embrace. Her delicate and refined features radiated a serene elegance, and a faint trail of tear stains lingered on her cheeks, hinting at the happiness she had felt even in her dreams.
On his other side, Queen Medusa's alluring and voluptuous figure still rested atop him.
"Another beautiful day!"
Feeling completely at ease, Zhou Yi sighed contentedly. In a playful yet affectionate gesture, he lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on Yun Yun's smooth forehead.
Sensing the touch, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Their gazes met.
It was as if sparks ignited in the air between them.
Yun Yun's clear, crystal-like eyes flickered, a rapid blush spreading across her cheeks as she realized that Zhou Yi, who had spent the night beside her, was once again ready for action.
Zhou Yi leaned in, capturing her soft lips.
"This scoundrel..."
Queen Medusa, now awake, cursed inwardly.
So early in the morning... will he ever let people sleep?
Zhou Yi: If you can't sleep, then there's no need to sleep. Join in!
Despite the raging storms in the outside world, Zhou Yi's life remained peaceful and harmonious.
...
In the blink of an eye, the joyous occasion of Zhou Yi's wedding had arrived.
Although the status of his new bride did not surpass that of Lin Qingzhu and his previous wives, the ceremony itself was grander than ever before.
For this was not just a wedding.
It was also Zhou Yi's coronation.
He had ascended to the realm of the Dou God.
A title bestowed upon a supreme existence standing at the pinnacle of both worlds.
The first Dou God to emerge in a thousand years.
Upon hearing the news, every powerful figure in the continent had rushed to attend.
The event was unprecedented in scale.
Fortunately, the Zhou Manor was an extraordinary treasure, its size adjustable at will. The interior could expand into a small world, accommodating countless guests without issue.
"Who would have thought that in such a short time, Master Zhou would ascend to become a Dou God, reaching the heights of the legendary Symbol Ancestor!"
Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xiaoxiao walked side by side, following behind Ying Xuanzi as they made their way to the ceremony. A sigh of admiration escaped them.
"Indeed. Emperor Zhou is a peerless genius, the greatest in a thousand years!"
Ying Xiaoxiao's bright eyes flickered as she recalled an old rival—Lin Qingzhu.
Now, Lin Qingzhu was the Empress of the Dou God.
Her status and position far surpassed theirs, even exceeding their father, Ying Xuanzi, the Sect Master of the Dao Sect.
The group took their seats, positioned among the elite sects of the Eastern Profound Domain.
Every seat was occupied. Not a single person dared to be absent.
In such an event, one's presence might go unnoticed.
But an absence...
That would be a grave offense.
Zhou Yi himself might not care about minor figures missing his event.
But those eager to curry favor with him would certainly seize the opportunity to suppress anyone who dared show disrespect.
After all—how could one dare to skip the Dou God's coronation?
"Emperor Zhou Has Arrived!"
With a cry of excitement, Zhou Yi appeared, standing atop a majestic azure phoenix alongside Jiang Xue, Su Rou, Mu Hongling, Lan Ying, Gu Mengqi, Gu Yan, and Gu Ya.
Each of the women was dressed in resplendent attire, standing by Zhou Yi's side with a mixture of exhilaration and nervousness. Even Jiang Xue, despite her humble origins, held herself with poise and dignity, determined not to bring shame to Zhou Yi.
"We bow before Emperor Zhou! Congratulations on your wedding! May your divine rule be eternal!"
Yao Chen, Gu Yuan, Lei Ying, Yao Dan, Yan Jin, Huang Yueqing, and countless other powerful figures from both worlds bowed in unison, their voices echoing like a divine decree.
"We bow before Emperor Zhou! Congratulations on your wedding! May your divine rule be eternal!"
"We bow before Emperor Zhou! Congratulations on your wedding! May your divine rule be eternal!"
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators and warriors joined in the chorus, their combined voices rolling like heavenly thunder, shaking the very sky above the Zhou Residence and reverberating across the Dou Qi Continent.
"No need for such formalities."
Zhou Yi's calm voice rang out, resonating within the hearts of all present. With a mere thought, an invisible force lifted them to their feet, filling them with even greater awe.
A Dou God...
His power was truly unfathomable.
...
After the celebrations concluded, Zhou Yi entertained his guests briefly before retreating to the bridal chambers.
His first stop was Lan Ying.
Lan Ying was a prodigy of the Immortal Dynasty.
The Immortal Dynasty was one of the most formidable royal houses, reigning supreme even under the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace.
Though Lan Ying typically wore azure robes, tonight she was adorned in a fiery red wedding dress, her beauty radiant and mesmerizing.
Her snowy complexion, delicate nose, and crescent-shaped brows framed a classic, breathtakingly beautiful face.
"Emperor Zhou."
Lan Ying gazed up at Zhou Yi as he lifted her bridal veil. Her expression was a mixture of shyness and joy, and she bowed gracefully, her voice carrying a melodic charm.
"Call me 'husband.'"
Zhou Yi pulled her into his embrace, savoring the delicate softness of her waist, the faint fragrance of her body intoxicating.
"Husband..."
Lan Ying's voice trembled slightly, her cheeks flushing as her initial nervousness melted into happiness.
That night, she truly experienced the overwhelming power and dominance of Emperor Zhou—a mix of exhaustion and elation.
"So this is the joy of being with an Emperor?"
"No. Even an emperor cannot compare to me."
Zhou Yi glanced at the now unconscious Lan Ying before moving on.
His second destination—Mu Hongling.
A crimson-clad beauty with an enchanting aura, her mischievous charm was akin to the demonesses of the Yin Gui Sect.
With mesmerizing peach blossom eyes and a figure that exuded a tantalizing allure, she smiled playfully as she bowed before Zhou Yi.
"Your humble concubine greets my husband."
Her delicate voice carried a teasing lilt.
"Little temptress... Take this!"
Zhou Yi wasted no time, sweeping her into his arms.
As the night deepened, romance filled the air.
...
As the midday sun shone brightly, Zhou Yi finally emerged, stretching lazily in the warm afternoon glow, feeling utterly invigorated.
"Lan Ying, we are now sisters in arms!"
Mu Hongling's flirtatious smile bloomed as she playfully brushed a hand over Lan Ying's smooth shoulder.
"Sister, you flatter me."
Lan Ying, utterly exhausted, could only smile weakly.
"Husband is simply too powerful..."
Mu Hongling could see Lan Ying's exhaustion—how could she not be tired herself? She exclaimed in admiration:
"A Dou God's strength is truly terrifying!"
Lan Ying rolled her eyes at her.
"Even a Dou God can't shut your mouth!"
As the two chatted in their intimate banter, Zhou Yi met with more visitors.
All of them had come to offer him women.
After all, he was now a Dou God.
He ruled over the Four Seas and Eight Desolations.
Unmatched.
Supreme.
First came the Gu Clan's Gu Yuan, proposing the marriage of Gu Xun'er to Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi naturally accepted without hesitation.
After all, Gu Xun'er was an excellent match.
A woman of the highest quality.
Then came Cao Ying from the Cao Family, one of the five great families of the Pill Tower, and Fenghuang, one of the three royal phoenixes of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan.
From the Tianxuan Continent, the list grew even longer:
Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Huanhuan, daughters of Dao Sect's Sect Master, Ying Xuanzi.
Tang Xinlian, the Fire Fairy of the Flame God Temple in the Chaotic Demon Sea.
Xin Qing from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan and Huo Miao of the Nine-Life Celestial Cat Clan.
Zhou Yi arranged for two grand weddings.
The first would be in three months. The second, six months later.
A day passed in the blink of an eye.
That night, Zhou Yi entered Jiang Xue's chamber.
Perhaps due to her humble background, Jiang Xue was timid and self-conscious, yielding to him in shy obedience, which carried its own unique charm.
Su Rou was much the same.
Then came the three sisters of the Gu Clan.
With that, Zhou Yi indulged himself completely, losing all will to concern himself with worldly matters.
…
Tianxuan Continent.
Chaotic Demon Sea.
While Zhou Yi was drowning in the intoxicating embrace of his many beautiful consorts, and as the two realms trembled at his ascension to Dou God—
The remnants of the alien demons who had survived the last great war began their movements.
A vast blood sacrificial array was being constructed.
They intended to use their own bodies as catalysts, along with the blood and souls of countless living beings from the Tianxuan Continent, to break the seal left by the Symbol Ancestor's Burning Samsara and reopen the dimensional rift—
To welcome the return of the Demon Emperor.
Most ordinary people in the Tianxuan Continent knew little of the alien demons, while the true powerhouses were either in deep slumber or being restrained by other demon overlords.
No one had anticipated such a reckless, suicidal move from the alien demons.
No one was prepared.
"Activate the Demon Emperor's Idol!"
The Heaven Seat King roared in fervent excitement.
BOOM!
The moment those words fell, the earth below suddenly quaked violently. The ground tore apart as an endless surge of demonic energy erupted forth.
From the deepest abyss of the land, a colossal shadow began to rise.
It emerged from the infinite depths, its head scraping the sky, its feet planted firmly upon the earth. The billowing demonic aura made it appear like an emperor among demons.
The shadow bore countless massive demon arms, each palm inscribed with a tightly shut, sinister eye—an utterly horrifying sight!
Immediately after—
The Heaven Seat King bowed slightly toward the Demon Prison Army behind them.
Without hesitation, the army self-detonated en masse, spraying thick, dark blood and flesh in every direction, all of which was drawn into the Demon Emperor's Idol.
As the demonic energy and blood infused it, the demonic eyes on its many arms began opening one by one.
With each eye that opened, the heavens dimmed further.
BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions rang out continuously. The desert itself seemed to have transformed into a sea of dark blood, and the surging demonic aura poured endlessly into the Demon Emperor's Idol, awakening its accursed gaze.
"Now it is your turn."
The Heaven Seat King turned to the remaining high-ranking members of the Demon Prison, smiling faintly.
The Second Seat King and the others heard his words, and strange smiles surfaced on their faces—expressions filled with a twisted devotion. Without hesitation, they, too, self-detonated.
BOOM! BOOM!
A terrifying wave of demonic energy blotted out the sun.
…
Meanwhile—
Demon Suppression Prison.
The Dark Tower.
At the center of the Dark Tower, a black throne materialized out of nothingness.
Seated upon it was a slender figure, unmoving, as though she had remained there since the dawn of time. Yet even in her stillness, an overwhelming aura rippled from her being, making the world tremble.
"Something is wrong… What are these alien demons planning?"
The figure upon the throne slowly opened her eyes, which had been shut for millennia. Her pupils were pitch black, exuding a chilling pressure that sent shivers through the heavens and earth.
She was the Dark Sovereign—one of the Eight Ancient Masters and once the disciple of the Symbol Ancestor!
In the next instant—
She tore through space and vanished from the Dark Tower.
She was not the only one.
All across the land, other ancient slumbering figures awoke one after another, each rushing toward the site of the dimensional rift.
…
"Hand of the Demon Emperor, return to your rightful place."
The Heaven Seat King stood alone in the sky, his eerie expression sending chills down spines.
He knelt reverently toward the east.
At that moment, deep within the Eastern Xuan Domain, in the heart of the Alien Demon Domain—
The earth trembled violently.
The ground shattered, and an endless flood of demonic energy erupted.
A single beam of black light pierced through the ancient sealing formation and tore through the sky.
Within that black light, a massive pale arm loomed, barely visible.
A presence of indescribable evil smothered the land.
Buzz—
Space ruptured, and the Demon Emperor's Hand soared forth.
The Heaven Seat King gazed upon it with fanatical devotion and bowed deeply, altering his hand seals.
The Demon Emperor's Hand fused seamlessly with the Demon Emperor's Idol.
Buzz!
A monstrous hum erupted.
Endless waves of demonic energy swept outward.
A terrifying, unfathomable force was slowly emerging.
That force—
Was the presence of the Demon Emperor himself!
The myriad sinister eyes upon the Demon Emperor's Idol opened even faster, each filled with ruthless and violent intent, poised to obliterate the world.
"Heaven Seat King, it's you!"
The Dark Sovereign tore through space and arrived, her expression twisting in alarm.
Immediately—
The Space Sovereign, the Primordial Sovereign, the Flame Sovereign, and the Thunder Sovereign arrived as well.
"Hahaha!"
The Heaven Seat King laughed wildly, his voice brimming with triumph.
"The Demon Emperor's Idol is complete—you cannot stop me now!"
"Kill!"
At that moment, the five Ancient Sovereigns—Darkness Sovereign, Space Sovereign, Primordial Sovereign, Flame Sovereign, and Thunder Sovereign—unleashed their full power without reservation.
Terrifying attacks surged toward the Demon Emperor's effigy like an overwhelming tidal wave, while the Heaven Seat King fused into the statue itself.
Yet, the Demon Emperor's effigy did not resist. It stood still, like a motionless target waiting to be struck.
Moments later…
Cracks spread across the effigy's surface, like a balloon on the verge of bursting.
The Ancient Sovereigns ceased their assault, their brows furrowed in unease.
Though it seemed as if they were about to destroy the effigy, a deep sense of dread crept over them.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
"Hahaha! So, you've finally realized it! But it's already too late!"
The Heaven Seat King let out a frenzied, triumphant laugh.
"What are you trying to do?"
The Darkness Sovereign spoke in a grave tone. "You're already at your limit. Today will be your end!"
"Indeed! Today marks my death—but it is also my greatest moment!"
The Heaven Seat King roared with laughter.
"With just our own strength, we could never break the seal left behind by the Symbol Ancestor's Burning Samsara. But with yours added to the mix, it is more than enough!"
"Now, behold—the most spectacular moment in millennia!"
"No!"
"Stop him!"
The Ancient Sovereigns' expressions changed drastically as they struck again.
"Hahaha! You think you can stop me now? How naive!"
With a disdainful smirk, the Heaven Seat King shifted his hand seals. In that instant, a cataclysmic force erupted.
The cracks on the Demon Emperor's effigy widened—until, under countless horrified gazes, it shattered completely.
BOOM!
It was as if ten thousand blazing suns had detonated at once. The blinding radiance engulfed the land, visible even from the Four Great Profound Domains.
"Whoosh!"
Yet, contrary to expectations, the destructive force did not spread outward. Instead, it coalesced into a massive, endless pillar of light, piercing the heavens and tearing through the firmament—straight toward the distant seal that imprisoned an unfathomable existence.
"Hahaha! Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you one last thing…"
"Our Emperor has already escaped the Symbol Ancestor's seal. Once the planar seal is shattered, Our Emperor shall return to this world!"
"And when that time comes, every living being in this realm shall become our slaves!"
"Hahahahaha!"
The pillar of annihilation tore through the sky. The Heaven Seat King's final, maniacal laughter rumbled across the Four Profound Domains, the Chaotic Demon Sea, and the Demon Beast Territories…
Countless beings lifted their heads in stunned silence, staring at the distant column of destruction.
Shock. Panic. Terror. Unease…
And then—joy.
"No! We still have Lord Zhou!"
"Yes! Lord Zhou is still with us!"
"If the Symbol Ancestor could defeat the Abyssal Demon Emperor, then so can Lord Zhou!"
"Lord Zhou will definitely defeat the Abyssal Demon Emperor!"
"Hurry! Go to the Battle Qi Continent and summon Lord Zhou!"
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