"Master! They've arrived!"
"They've finally arrived!"
"Master!"
"We can go back now!"
"....."
now.
The numerous patriarchs of the Dongyu Jun family were overjoyed.
They all shouted towards the main hall of the family.
The voice seemed to contain boundless magic.
It instantly turned them into little children.
Completely disregarding their own image.
Even Jun Shiba, who became a cripple in the interdimensional war, jumped for joy.
He doesn't look like someone whose cultivation has been destroyed at all.
This led all the younger generation of the Jun family to believe that their ancestors had gone mad.
"Yes, it's time to return. Thank you all for your hard work over the years. I am here to express my gratitude to all the ancestors!"
The main hall of the Jun family.
A tall, slender figure in white slowly stepped out from among them.
Its face was obscured by an overwhelming divine light.
Behind him, there seemed to be countless phantom images of gods on a pilgrimage.
Furthermore, the sounds of ancient gods whispering, deities chanting, and all living beings praying arose.
He, on the other hand, was like the king of the gods.
Although he was only at the Human Emperor realm, his aura was astonishing.
Like a great emperor descending upon the world!
This person is none other than Jun Wuhui.
"Greetings, Patriarch!"
Countless members of the Jun family knelt down in worship.
This is their head of household.
This is the patriarch they would rather remain in this realm for millions of years than not follow.
They believed that their patriarch was an unparalleled hero, one in a million.
An invisible force erupted from Jun Wuhui, lifting everyone up.
Jun Wu Hui did not immediately reply to Jun Wu Fa's words.
Instead, they looked towards the southern region, to the Changsheng Dynasty.
His eyes shone with a restrained brilliance, as if they could see through the purple mist of Mount Buzhou.
He glanced at Jun Xiaoyao, then looked at Jiang Changsheng.
He nodded slightly to Jiang Changsheng.
It was as if he was thanking Jiang Changsheng for nurturing Jun Xiaoyao.
Jiang Changsheng nodded in agreement.
However, he was somewhat surprised, as Jun Wuhui was clearly only at the Human Emperor level.
How can one see through the purple mist of Buzhou Mountain?
Apart from his master, everyone else on Mount Buzhou would be suppressed within the mountain.
Even Hades himself couldn't see through it.
This system might not be designed to make artificial mountains, right?
Just as Jiang Changsheng was inwardly slandering the system.
The system's cold voice rang out.
[Ding! System reward is absolutely genuine! Also, the system is letting you in on a little secret: Jun Wu Hui is bluffing you! He can't see inside Buzhou Mountain at all; he only knew you were there because he possesses a kind of celestial secret technique.]
Holy crap!
Damn it!
My damn protagonist was actually fooled.
Jiang Changsheng marked Jun Wuhui with a dark and ominous name in his heart.
Sure enough, experience is the best teacher.
In fact, Jiang Changsheng didn't know that.
At this moment, Jun Wuhui was even more shocked.
Mount Buzhou actually blocked his Sun and Moon Reincarnation Pupil Technique.
This is simply unbelievable.
Even the birth of Hades didn't shock him this much.
They didn't even show their faces.
But Jiang Changsheng has given him too many surprises.
First, he helped his son, Xiaoyao, break free from the thirteen heavenly shackles that bound the Ancient Sacred Body.
Today, it possesses the mysterious Buzhou Mountain.
Could this person also be from the Immortal Martial World?
But I've never heard of such a person in the Immortal Martial World.
Jun Wu Hui thought of all the well-known figures in the Immortal Martial World, but still couldn't come up with a solution. He could only attribute it to some unknown, hidden force in the Immortal Martial World.
After all, the Immortal Martial World is too vast; even their immortal forces could not possibly know everything.
Then.
With a wave of his hand.
He took all the members of the Jun family into his little world.
They flew towards the void above the Immortal Martial Continent.
But he didn't seem to make any move.
Whoosh!
He crossed the world barrier of the Immortal Realm and appeared in the Immortal Martial Realm.
However, Jiang Changsheng could see clearly that Jun Wuhui seemed to have used some kind of boundary-breaking talisman to cross the world barrier.
Jun Wu Hui looked at the man who addressed her by name and whose aura of battle was swirling around him.
He said dismissively.
"Little Fa Zi, you've grown quite audacious in the past million years. Even your elder brother, the Little Emperor, has to call me Brother Wu Hui when he sees me. How dare you address me by my name?"
"Hmph! Jun Wu Hui, we haven't been like you for the past million years, stuck in this barren land with our cultivation stagnating. My elder brother and I have already reached the Emperor level, while you are still just a mere Human Emperor. Calling you by your name is an honor for you!"
Jun Wu said with an arrogant expression.
"Oh? You've reached the Emperor Realm? That's impressive! How about we make a bet and see if you can withstand even one move from me?"
Jun Wu Hui smiled and looked at the arrogant Jun Wu Fa, and said calmly.
"this....."
Unable to see Jun Wu Hui's smile, Jun felt a chill run down his spine.
Although he is now an Emperor, the shadow left by Jun Wu Hui can never be erased.
He suddenly remembered his older brother's instructions before he left.
Never underestimate Jun Wuhui; he is a man who excels at creating miracles!
When he was at his peak, we couldn't beat him, so we followed his lead.
When he was down on his luck, we should not even think of humiliating him, because he has another name: Miracle!
Thinking of this, Jun suddenly changed his expression.
He smiled obsequiously.
"Oh dear, Brother Wu Hui, look, you're angry! I was just joking with you. It's been so long since we last met, I've missed you terribly!"
"I will always be your loyal little brother!"
"Brother Wu Hui, are you hungry? I have a peach that's been around for 100,000 years, have one!"
This sudden change.
Everyone was stunned.
The members of the other four major forces exchanged glances.
Is this still the lawless Jun family of today?
Why am I so timid in front of this person?
"No regrets, no regrets, white robes..."
The scholar seemed to have thought of something.
Take another look at Jun Wuhui.
Dressed in white, with a graceful and refined appearance.
The sun and moon shone brightly in his eyes.
His eyes held an endless sense of vicissitude, as if he had seen through countless ages and experienced countless battles.
It seems that a deep memory in my mind has been awakened.
"Are you Jun Wu Hui, the white-robed god-king from the main branch of the Jun family?"
The scholar was deeply shocked.
You have no regrets about coming here for millions of years.
Millions of years.
In the world of immortals and martial arts, the new generation surpasses the old, and countless geniuses rise to prominence.
People have long forgotten the prodigies of the older generation.
The scholar looked at Jun Wuhui before him and sighed deeply.
He was a few years younger than Jun Wuhui, but they were from the same generation.
In Jun Wu Hui's era, countless geniuses bowed down in his pursuit.
Who in the world is worthy of wearing white? Only my Jun family's Jun Wu Hui!
A thousand troops would flee from those in white; a single glimpse would be a lifelong regret!
This is a true reflection of unwavering devotion to one's beloved.
Unexpectedly, the white-robed god-king Jun Wu Hui, who disappeared millions of years ago, has been neglecting this place for millions of years.
The scholar-official felt a pang of regret.
Upon hearing the scholar's exclamation, the others had their long-dormant memories awakened.
He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Jun Wuhui.
"Greetings, Brother Jun!"
Back then, none of them were even worthy of carrying Jun Wuhui's shoes.
But now they are all powerful Emperor-level experts, and they naturally possess the dignity of Emperor-level experts.
Calling him "Brother Jun" is already giving him plenty of face.
Only that woman with a noble air had a captivating charm in her eyes and brows.
It seems he wanted to see through Jun Wuhui.
She simply wanted to see what kind of person could make the Holy Maiden of Yaochi of her generation willingly bow down to him.
She has never married in a million years.
The falling flowers are willing, but the flowing water is heartless.
Jun Wu Hui didn't care about how they addressed him.
In his eyes, these were all juniors.
Now that the Jun family has started...
The other companies are also not planning to delay any longer.
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