Chapter 661: Writing a New Chapter

"I'm back, I'm really back... My Qing Huang is finally back..."

He was incoherent, tears streaming down his face. The huge emotional impact made it almost impossible for him to utter a complete sentence, and he just kept repeating himself.

The fingers that were holding Huo Qinghuang's wrist were trembling slightly, with the knuckles turning white due to the force.

The moment Old Man Huo rushed over and grabbed her wrist, Huo Qinghuang's body once again became as stiff as it was when facing her mother's hug.

The instinct of the Chaos Phoenix made her feel a little uncomfortable with this sudden physical contact with strong worldly emotions.

This time, however, the discomfort disappeared much more quickly.

She lowered her head slightly and looked at her father in front of her, who was in tears and looked old and decadent.

Looking at the inextricable ecstasy in his turbid eyes, and the longing that almost drowned him.

The image of the majestic, decisive, and in-controlling head of the Huo family fifty years ago and the frail, fragile, and helpless old man in front of her overlapped and split in her mind.

The heart lake, which had already cracked a tiny crack, seemed to have a hole pierced through it, and air was leaking out.

She did not reach out to hug him back as she would to her mother, nor did she immediately break free.

Instead, he smiled faintly at Huo Yuheng, just like he did fifty years ago:

"I'm back."

Her voice was very soft, with a hoarseness that seemed to have spanned time and space, but it clearly fell into Huo Yuheng's ears.

Just these four simple words, but they sound like the sound of nature!

Huo Yuheng was shocked, and the fingers that were holding his daughter's wrist loosened, then tightened even more tightly, as if he had grasped a rare treasure that had been lost and found again.

His tear-stained face finally revealed a relieved smile, and he nodded heavily: "Okay, okay, I'm glad you're back! I'm glad you're back!"

"dad……"

The name rolled in his throat and finally turned into an almost inaudible sigh.

Huo Qinghuang looked at the new age spots behind his ears and suddenly remembered that when she left fifty years ago, his temples were just beginning to turn gray.

Time, like a blunt knife, will eventually leave marks on the bodies of mortals.

Huo Yuheng looked up suddenly, as if he was burned by the call.

His daughter's voice was still as clear and cold as it had been fifty years ago, but with a hint of hoarseness that he had never heard before. It was like lava flowing deep in a volcano, hot and restrained.

He wanted to say something, but only made a hoarse sound. Tears burst out again and dripped onto the cuffs of Huo Qinghuang's blue shirt, leaving a small dark stain.

A leaf suddenly fell from the century-old ginkgo tree in the courtyard, and it happened to fall on the back of Huo Yuheng's trembling hand.

Huo Qinghuang's eyes moved slightly, and a ray of Nirvana essence quietly condensed on his fingertips. The leaf instantly turned into a spot of light and merged into the old man's withered skin.

Huo Yuheng was shocked and felt a warm force surging into his dry meridians, and the blockage that had accumulated for many years was actually dissolved a lot.

His hunched back straightened unconsciously, and his originally dim eyes began to light up again.

The age spots on his face were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The originally loose skin tightened slightly, and the gray beard was clearly visible with an inky black color.

He touched his cheek in shock, feeling the blood surging in his body.

That was a feeling of abundance that only existed fifty years ago.

"Old man, your hair..."

Mrs. Huo looked at her husband with great surprise.

I saw that the white hair behind Huo Yuheng's ears had turned mostly black, and he looked like he was sixty years younger. How could he still look like an old man?

Huo Qinghuang looked at her father's face which had regained its vitality, and the gap in her heart that had been torn apart by the years widened a little.

She thought of her ancestor from the True Phoenix World, who had never shown any signs of old age even after living for billions of years.

The father in front of her was just a mortal, but he regained his vitality because of her return. This blood bond made her more upset than the Phoenix Clan.

"Qing Huang, what realm have you reached?"

Huo Yuheng's voice trembled with a hint of obvious awe.

Although he did not understand the realm of immortal cultivation, he could feel the pressure from his daughter that made the heaven and earth hold their breath.

The ray of essence just now has allowed him to vaguely touch the threshold of foundation building. This kind of ability is probably only possessed by the legendary immortals.

Before Huo Qinghuang could answer, Ao Jiu came over with the baby in his arms, smiling, "Grandpa, Qinghuang can now create a new world with just a wave of her hand. Even I dare not offend her."

The baby heard this and agreed in a baby voice: "Yes, yes, Grandpa, Mom is so awesome!"

Huo Yuheng looked at the fat baby in Ao Jiu's arms, then looked at Ao Jiu who was standing beside his daughter with extraordinary demeanor, and felt that the fifty-year separation was like a long dream.

He once thought that his daughter was just a very powerful monk, but he didn't expect that she would eventually turn into a phoenix!

And now, it can even change the world.

…

The courtyard became quiet again.

The moonlight flowed silently, casting a soft silver glow on the gathered family.

The century-old ginkgo tree exudes a warm jade-like light, and every leaf seems to be singing silently.

The unique fragrance of the phoenix flower floats in the night wind, lingering.

Huo Qinghuang tilted her head slightly, and her cold silver hair rubbed affectionately against her mother's hair which had returned to black.

The movement is total relaxed attachment.

Mrs. Huo's body stiffened slightly, the tenderness and satisfaction in her eyes deepened, and her trembling hands carefully stroked her daughter's cold silver hair.

The flowing moonlight casts a silver edge on the mother and daughter snuggling together.

Ao Jiu leaned against the porch pillar, holding his son who was watching everything curiously, looking at his Taoist partner who was leaning against his mother, and looking at the Huo family members who were laughing and making noise in the courtyard.

Huo Lingchuan tried to sneak up to observe his little nephew, but was vigilantly blocked by Huo Baoer.

Huo Lingfeng was still sighing over his bottle of burnt pills.

Huo Yuchen whispered something to his son Huo Qiming.

The brothers Huo Lingze and Huo Lingyu talked in low voices, their faces showing relief after having taken off a heavy burden...

The arrogance on his face gradually faded away, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

He thought of his mother who was far away in the True Dragon World and whom he had not seen for a hundred thousand years.

However, thinking of the Dragon Emperor whom he had met not long ago, he soon felt relieved. His eyes were filled with tenderness like the sea of stars as he looked towards the vast night sky, which had once been the site of a war between saints but was now quiet and peaceful.

The threat of Chaos has not disappeared, and the road ahead remains unpredictable.

But at this moment, in this small courtyard, in the warmth of the world and the blood ties, he felt an unprecedented peace and satisfaction.

Huo Qinghuang slowly closed her eyes.

The powerful consciousness of the Chaos Phoenix was like an invisible tide, quietly flowing over the entire Huo family's old house, over the brightly lit imperial capital, and over this blue planet.

Fifty years have passed and the world has undergone tremendous changes. The rise of monks has sprung up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

The one with the most powerful aura is located in the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain.

There is no need to think too much, the only one is Zhang Xuanjun, Zhang Tianshi, who is considered to be a brilliant talent in modern times.

In her perception, Zhang Tianshi had already survived the thunder tribulation, and he only needed to convert all his magic power into immortal energy, and then he would be led to the great world of chaos and ascend directly.

As for the other great masters of Taoism, most of them have also reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage, but they have not yet crossed the Tribulation, so the strength of their aura is far behind.

But compared with fifty years ago, the level is completely different.

The revival of spiritual energy brings not only disasters, but also a leap in the level of life and the rebirth of ancient heritage!

However, beyond this thriving human power, divine consciousness also keenly captured the undercurrent lurking in greater depths.

Mountains, rivers, swamps, vast forests, dark deep seas...

Countless auras, some violent, some cold, and some strange, are like sleeping beasts, quietly reviving and growing stronger with the nourishment of spiritual energy.

They are dormant and lurking, like turbulent reefs hidden beneath the calm sea. The mysterious aura they emit is becoming more solid and powerful as time goes by!

Those were the countless demons that came out with the spiritual energy breaking the seal!

Their existence, like a shadow, hangs over this prosperous yet dangerous planet.

At some point in the future, they will once again love and hate humans, performing another cycle.

Huo Qinghuang's spiritual consciousness was like the most sophisticated net, capturing all this information, analyzing and classifying it. The huge flow of information flowed silently in her vast sea of consciousness.

But in the end, this divine consciousness that was enough to see through the trajectory of the stars and overlook the changes in the world slowly retracted like a tired bird returning to its nest.

It no longer lingers on the brilliant fairy light of Mount Longhu, nor explores the strange undercurrents of the deep sea.

It brushed softly against her mother's hand as it gently stroked her silver hair.

It is immersed in the whispers of loved ones in the courtyard, with sobs or laughter.

It even felt the solid and slightly cool touch of the bluestone slabs beneath it, which belonged to the earth.

It saw the person who was looking at her with tenderness in his eyes.

Under the moonlight and in the mother's palm, the cold silver hair finally took on the warmth of the human world.

The night is still long, and the story of home has just begun to write a new chapter.

The book is finished.