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Chapter 6107: We Really Win This Time · Nov 08, 2026

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6101 Chapter 6100: Promise 2026-11-08
6102 Chapter 6101: Backhand 2026-11-08
6103 Chapter 6102: Unlimited Growth 2026-11-08
6104 Chapter 6103: The Final Duel 2026-11-08
6105 Chapter 6104: Stunning 2026-11-08
6106 Chapter 6105: Many Years Later 2026-11-08
6107 Chapter 6106: Resurrection 2026-11-08
6108 Chapter 6107: We Really Win This Time 2026-11-08
6109 Chapter 6108: Poor Little Thing 2026-11-08
6110 Chapter 6109: Planning a Succession for the Divine Temple 2026-11-08
6111 Chapter 6110: Wind and Clouds Rise Again 2026-11-08
6112 Chapter 6111: Prodigy 2026-11-08
6113 Chapter 6112: Ji Tang 2026-11-08
6114 Chapter 6113: Shen Jian 2026-11-08
6115 Chapter 6114: Snatching 2026-11-08
6116 Chapter 6115: A Lonely Old Man 2026-11-08
6117 Chapter 6116: The Ji Family’s Glory 2026-11-08
6118 Chapter 6117: Three Disciples 2026-11-08
6119 Chapter 6118: His Teaching 2026-11-08
6120 Chapter 6119: Jian Wushuang’s Harshness 2026-11-08
6121 Chapter 6120: Wan Shan’s Cultivation Speed 2026-11-08
6122 Chapter 6121: The Dao Assembly Begins 2026-11-08
6123 Chapter 6122: You Don’t Understand! 2026-11-08
6124 Chapter 6123: Extreme Luck Is Also Strength 2026-11-08
6125 Chapter 6124: Secluded Cultivation (1) 2026-11-08
6126 Chapter 6125: Secluded Cultivation (2) 2026-11-08
6127 Chapter 6126: Coming Out of Seclusion 2026-11-08
6128 Chapter 6127: Meeting the Abyssal Lord Again 2026-11-08
6129 Chapter 6128: Submit 2026-11-08
6130 Chapter 6129: Wu Zuo’s Surprise! 2026-11-08
6131 Chapter 6130: Duanya Spacetime 2026-11-08
6132 Chapter 6131: Who Will Give Me a Way Out? 2026-11-08
6133 Chapter 6132: Sudden Change of Plan 2026-11-08
6134 Chapter 6133: Begin 2026-11-08
6135 Chapter 6134: Three Ninth Tribulation Realm Cultivators 2026-11-08
6136 Chapter 6135: Who Will Return My Cultivation Path? 2026-11-08
6137 Chapter 6136: Venomous Trick! 2026-11-08
6138 Chapter 6137: Miserable! 2026-11-08
6139 Chapter 6138: Creator? 2026-11-08
6140 Chapter 6139: Kuder 2026-11-08
6141 Chapter 6140: Infinite 2026-11-08
6142 Chapter 6141: The Eighth Tribulation 2026-11-08
6143 Chapter 6142: Number One in Northern Spacetime 2026-11-08
6144 Chapter 6143: The Situation of the Realm King Continent 2026-11-08
6145 Chapter 6144: Farewell Before Leaving (1) 2026-11-08
6146 Chapter 6145: Farewell Before Leaving (2) 2026-11-08
6147 Chapter 6146: Wu Li’s Brother 2026-11-08
6148 Chapter 6147: Young Master Hong Long 2026-11-08
6149 Chapter 6148: Star Field Bandits 2026-11-08
6150 Chapter 6149: Caught 2026-11-08

When he woke up, a million eras had passed.

“Danbao!” Jian Wushuang turned his head to look at Danbao.

Danbao understood without needing words.

“Don’t worry, I will revive him!” Danbao said, then began to gather life force and injected it into Hu Qing’s body.

It didn’t take long for Hu Qing’s consciousness to awaken as well.

Similar to Jian Wushuang’s situation, Hu Qing’s eyelids twitched a few times before he fully woke up.

A group of people gathered around again.

Hu Qing blinked.

Everyone was blinking at him too.

On this day, the two greatest heroes of Qishen Temple had both awakened.

The entire Qishen Temple was in celebration.

The Tianjie Yuanyang Palace even hosted a grand banquet.

Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing sat on either side of Zhen Ling.

“Haha!” Zhen Ling, with a face full of joy, looked at the prosperous scene before him, turned to Jian Wushuang and Hu Qing, and happily said, “I’ve waited a million eras longer than you two for this day!”

After Mie Sheng fell.

Qishen Temple lost its greatest opponent and became the dominant force in the downstream spacetime.

However, Zhen Ling never held a banquet because of that battle.

At this moment, Wu Zuo looked at Jian Wushuang and repeated what Zhen Ling had said to everyone back then.

“The main characters haven’t awakened, so what’s there to be happy about?”

Hold a banquet?

For whom?

A celebration without the heroes?

Would it still be called a celebration?

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang revealed a slight smile, though his eyes showed a bit of sadness.

He raised his glass, and with a hint of reverence in his voice, said, “Lord Zhen Ling, this toast is for you!”

“No, no!” Zhen Ling shook his head and said, “This toast should be from all of us to you and Hu Qing!”

Zhen Ling raised his glass, and everyone in the hall fell silent.

Countless eyes were fixed on Zhen Ling above.

Some were Universe Masters who rose after Mie Sheng’s fall, while others had lived under the threat of the Temple of World Annihilation.

There were also generational inheritors, and even some elders within Qishen Temple.

Such as the former Yuanyang Palace Master “Qing Niu!”

And Wu Zuo’s life-and-death brother “Lu Hua!”

Many, many people.

They were all watching.

This toast was for everyone!

Everyone drank together!

Afterward, they each did as they pleased.

Originally planning to drink for thirty thousand years with Jian Wushuang, Wu Zuo ended up competing with Wu Li. The two used their spatial treasures to drink, with rivers of alcohol flowing within them.

No one knew where Wu Li got the divine fruit liquor from, but just one pot was enough to knock Wu Zuo out.

It made everyone laugh.

Jian Wushuang also learned about the events of these years from Zhen Ling.

A million eras were enough to change many things.

However, he didn’t care about the development of Qishen Temple, as without an opponent, there would naturally be no waves.

Instead, he asked about the shattered Temple of World Annihilation.

And the whereabouts of Broly.

He hadn’t killed Broly; the other should still be alive.

He realized this later.

If Broly had recovered back then, no one would have been able to stop him.

Upon inquiring, Zhen Ling told him that the Realm King had thrown Broly into the abyss, and he shouldn’t be able to come out.

Even if he did, it would be on the Realm God Continent.

Broly, like a beast, being thrown into the abyss, was considered his final resting place.

If it weren’t for the backlash putting him to sleep, Broly would have perished.

After chatting with Zhen Ling for a long time, Jian Wushuang was pulled away by Wu Li to drink, putting all matters aside.

This unprecedented banquet lasted for a month.

Danbao and Wu Li also reached the time to bid farewell.

The two had played in Qishen Temple for several years, and only reluctantly left.

Before leaving, Wu Li even urged him to go to the Realm God Continent as soon as possible.

Because it was truly wonderful there, with many strong people.

And many opportunities.

Much more exciting than in the Northern Spacetime.

Jian Wushuang merely nodded; he hadn’t made up his mind yet.

Moreover, the affairs of the Northern Spacetime were still unresolved.

According to his initial intentions, he planned to unify the Northern Spacetime.

However, from what he learned from Wu Li, it wouldn’t be long before the entire spacetime river of the Northern Spacetime would condense into one.

At that time, the entire Northern Spacetime would undergo an overall enhancement.

This made him temporarily shelve his idea.

Currently, the situation was also good.

Poised and ready.

Externally, there was no competitive pressure, but internally, the pressure was still significant.

Otherwise, several Universe Masters of the Seven Tribulations Realm wouldn’t have emerged successively within a million years.

Among them were Xin Jiu and Gong Miaoyi’s son, Gong Ming.

All ten Divine Lords of Qishen Temple had already reached the Seventh Tribulation realm.

No one had any objections to this.

With Danbao’s departure, Jian Wushuang also found some leisure.

For a time, without any goals, he first restored both his Origin Source and divine body to their peak.

After sleeping for a hundred million epochs, he no longer wanted to go into seclusion for cultivation.

So, he left Qishen Temple and wandered in the desolate domain.

He visited Little Si World, or the Xiaosi Domain, and the Tongtian Buddha Realm.

And also the hometown of Ji Chaoyang.

The Ji family’s dynasty still existed.

Moreover, it was flourishing.

“The beauty of the capital is indeed beautiful!” With nothing better to do, he entered the capital of the Ji family’s dynasty and played around like a mortal.

As he wandered, he ended up in the imperial palace.

He couldn’t help it; he just followed the widest path.

Passing through various gates, the guards acted as if they couldn’t see him.

In fact, they really couldn’t see him.

“The harem?”

As he walked, he felt something was off and found himself in the harem.

While playing around, he had heard that the current emperor had taken 3,000 concubines, and this harem…

Thinking of this, a mischievous smile appeared on Jian Wushuang’s face. Humming a little tune, he walked in with small steps.

Don’t get the wrong idea, he wasn’t there to have fun.

“Little one!”

In front of a rock garden, faint cries could be heard. Jian Wushuang lowered his head and came to a little girl, making a funny face to scare her. “Little one, if you keep crying, I’ll take you away!”

“You… you can take me away!” The little girl, tired from crying, said between gasps, “My mother is gone, anyway… anyway, no one wants me!”

This little girl was no ordinary child but the little princess of the Ji family.

She held a very high status.

Yet she had a tragic life.

Her mother was just an ordinary concubine, who had been favored by the current emperor only once, and then she was born.

“Take you away?” Jian Wushuang retorted, “Don’t falsely accuse me and ruin my reputation!”

The little girl’s words startled him. He had only been here for half a day and hadn’t done anything improper.

Placing his hand gently on the little girl’s head, Jian Wushuang instantly understood.

It turned out her mother had already passed away.

She had died three months ago.

Without her mother, the little princess had a hard life.

The emperor of the Ji family had tens of thousands of children, if not hundreds of thousands.

He probably didn’t even know who this little girl was born to, so how could he care about his little daughter’s well-being?

Without her mother’s protection, the little girl was bullied, even by eunuchs and palace maids.

“So pitiful!” Jian Wushuang sighed.

The sorrow of being born in an imperial family!

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