Aolai City, this tranquil small city situated on the shore of the East Sea.
The sea breeze gently brushed past, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean.
This seemingly ordinary small city had now become the focal point of the entire Douluo Continent, and even the wider world.
This was all because Fang Yang was here. With supreme power, he had torn the void asunder, creating a realm independent of heaven and earth—the Emperor Realm.
The residents of the city still lived their peaceful lives, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
Completely unaware that above the seemingly ordinary sky, a vast, boundless, independent world was hidden.
Emperor Realm.
Its laws of heaven and earth formed a system of their own.
The energy was so dense it was almost tangible, transforming into a faint golden mist that flowed between heaven and earth, nourishing every inch of the land.
Exotic flowers and wondrous grasses grew everywhere, spiritual springs gurgled and flowed, and in the distance, several immortal mountains floated in mid-air, encircled by seven-colored rosy clouds.
Every blade of grass and every tree, every scene and every object here, contained a spiritual charm far surpassing the outside world. It would not be an exaggeration to call it a mortal world's divine realm.
At this moment, Fang Yang was sitting by the side of a rippling, emerald lake, dangling a fishing line.
His fishing rod was slightly bent, and the water rippled in circles, yet he had his eyes closed, cultivating his spirit and enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.
His mother, Lin Ximeng, was brewing tea in a nearby pavilion, the fragrance of the tea curling upwards gracefully.
Gu Yuena and Na'er sat shoulder-to-shoulder under a flowering tree, conversing in low voices. Their silver and platinum-blonde hair gently intertwined in the breeze.
The two whispered to each other, and the occasional clear, crisp laughter added a touch of vitality to this immortal landscape.
Xu Xiaoyan, meanwhile, was resting her chin in her hands, gazing at Fang Yang, lost in thought, her eyes full of adoration.
Suddenly, Fang Yang opened his eyes, a flash of understanding in them.
"What's wrong?"
Xu Xiaoyan noticed immediately and looked at him curiously.
"We have guests."
Fang Yang smiled faintly, setting down his fishing rod. "I'll go greet them."
As soon as the words left his mouth, his figure vanished into the air like a gentle breeze, leaving only a few faint ripples in space.
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Aolai City. Wu Zhangkong and Shen Yi, leading Tang Wulin and the others, slowly walked forward.
"This is Aolai City? It doesn't look any different from an ordinary small town," Xie Xie said, curiously looking around.
Tang Wulin gazed at this familiar place, a complex look in his eyes: "Yeah, it's been a long time since I came back."
His gaze turned towards a certain direction in the city, "I wonder how Dad, Mom, and Teacher Mang Tian are doing..."
Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi also curiously sized up the seemingly ordinary city, trying to find the extraordinary within it.
Just then, the space before everyone rippled, and a figure slowly materialized.
"Teacher Wu, Teacher Shen, it's good to see you all again." Fang Yang had a smile on his face as his gaze swept over the group.
Wu Zhangkong was still dressed in white, purer than snow, his temperament as cold and aloof as frost.
The moment he saw Fang Yang, his cold, sharp features softened slightly, and he gave a slight nod in greeting, "Fang Yang."
Shen Yi, standing by his side, smiled gently: "Sorry to disturb you."
"Since you are here, follow me into the Emperor Realm to talk."
Fang Yang gently raised his hand, and the space around them immediately began to change subtly.
As soon as he spoke, everyone felt the scene before them transform. They were already in a completely new world.
The dense, almost tangible energy of heaven and earth rushed towards them, making everyone unconsciously take a deep breath.
"This... this is...?"
Xie Xie looked around in shock, staring at the floating immortal mountains in the distance, the golden rosy clouds flowing in the air, and the exotic, never-before-seen flowers and grasses. He was speechless.
Even the usually aloof Wu Zhangkong had a flicker of astonishment in his eyes. He could feel that the laws of this world were completely different from the outside world, and everywhere, there was a hint of the creator's supreme power.
Fang Yang smiled faintly: "Welcome to my world, the Emperor Realm."
He led the group forward. The scenery along the way was breathtakingly beautiful.
The exotic flowers and grasses gave off a refreshing fragrance, spiritual springs gurgled, and occasionally, a few spirit birds would fly past, leaving behind crisp calls.
"The heaven and earth energy here is more than ten times denser than the outside world," Wu Zhangkong said, experiencing the surroundings and rarely offering praise.
"You have a good eye, Teacher Wu."
Fang Yang nodded slightly. "The Emperor Realm is a world of its own. Its laws are more complete, so it is indeed more suitable for cultivation."
As they walked and admired the view, they unconsciously arrived before an elegant pavilion.
The pavilion was built by the water, surrounded by fluttering veils and dense spiritual energy.
His mother, Lin Ximeng, had long prepared tea and snacks. Seeing the guests arrive, she smiled warmly: "You've come a long way. You must be tired. Please have some tea and snacks."
Gu Yuena and Na'er came forward to help, while Xu Xiaoyan stood obediently to the side.
"Thank you."
Wu Zhangkong and the others quickly expressed their thanks.
Lin Ximeng replied softly, "There's no need to be polite. You are Yang'er's teachers and friends. Just treat this place as your own home."
The tea fragrance curled upwards. As everyone sipped the spiritual tea, their initial restraint gradually faded.
The atmosphere in the pavilion was harmonious as they talked about recent events on the continent and their cultivation progress.
However, after three rounds of tea, the atmosphere in the pavilion unconsciously grew quiet.
The fingers holding the teacup tightened slightly, the knuckles turning white. The struggle in Wu Zhangkong's usually cold gaze grew more and more intense.
Shen Yi shot him a worried look and sighed softly, hesitating to speak.
After a moment, Wu Zhangkong steeled his resolve. He slowly put down his teacup and looked at Fang Yang with determined eyes.
Fang Yang seemed to have anticipated something, and his expression turned serious.
Suddenly, Wu Zhangkong rose to his feet and was about to kneel before Fang Yang.
"Teacher Wu!"
Fang Yang reacted with incredible speed. An invisible force caught Wu Zhangkong, preventing him from kneeling. "What are you doing?"
Supported by that force, Wu Zhangkong was unable to kneel.
He raised his head, and in his usually cold eyes, there was now a surging, deep pain and pleading: "Fang Yang, I know this request may be asking too much, but I... I truly have no other choice."
His voice trembled slightly: "I came this time to beg you, to beg you to help me resurrect my teacher... Zhuo Shi, and my beloved... Long Bing."
Shen Yi remained silent, but tears had already welled up in her eyes.
Tang Wulin and the others also lowered their heads, and the atmosphere in the pavilion suddenly became heavy.
Fang Yang let out a soft sigh, his gaze sweeping over everyone: "I know why you have come."
Wu Zhangkong's body trembled, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.
"Resurrection is possible."
Fang Yang's voice was calm. "However, Teacher Wu, you will have to wait a little."
"Alright, I understand."
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhangkong nodded solemnly. "As long as Teacher Zhuo Shi and Long Bing can be resurrected, I am willing to wait no matter how long it takes."
"In that case, Teacher Wu, Teacher Shen, Wulin, and the rest of you should stay here for now."
Fang Yang said, his gentle gaze sweeping over the group. "The spiritual energy in the Emperor Realm is abundant, which will also be of great benefit to your cultivation."
"Alright."
Wu Zhangkong and the others all nodded.
Afterward, Fang Yang arranged accommodations for them, all in places nestled by mountains and water, rich with spiritual energy.
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