Just as Tai'a Qingcheng's Dao heart was about to completely collapse, Yuan Changsheng appeared in front of her like lightning.
Then Yuan Changsheng extended a finger and pressed it against Tai'a Qingcheng's forehead.
His fingers flickered with the power of the Heavenly Dao Origin Mark, and this power, like a surging torrent, continuously poured into Tai'a Qingcheng's brow.
As the power of the Heavenly Dao Origin Mark was injected, Tai'a Qingcheng's body trembled violently, as if she were shocked by a powerful force.
Her eyes gradually regained some of their sparkle, but they still looked somewhat lost.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Changsheng shouted without hesitation, "Qingcheng!"
The sound, like a thunderclap, exploded in Tai'a Qingcheng's ears, pulling her straight back from her dazed state.
Tai'a Qingcheng's body shuddered violently, and her consciousness finally returned completely.
Her gaze fell on Yuan Changsheng, a trace of sadness and confusion still lingering in her eyes.
Yuan Changsheng quickly comforted her, "Qingcheng, the banished immortal has only fallen into a spatial rift. The Ninth Ancestor also said that the banished immortal is not in danger of death. On the contrary, this is an opportunity for the banished immortal."
"We only need to wait quietly for the immortal to return."
Upon hearing this, Tai'a Qingcheng, whose Dao heart was already on the verge of collapse, felt as if she were about to drown in the water and suddenly grabbed a lifeline. Her despair was instantly replaced by hope.
Her previously lifeless eyes seemed to come alive at this moment, instantly shining brightly. Then, without hesitation, she asked Yuan Changsheng anxiously, "Uncle Yuan, is the Immortal really alright?"
Upon seeing this, Yuan Changsheng quickly replied, "That's right, that's what the ancestors of the ancestral land all said, so it should be fine."
"Otherwise, given how much our ancestors loved the banished immortal, they would have already torn through space to find him."
Hearing Yuan Changsheng's affirmative answer, Tai'a Qingcheng finally felt a huge weight lifted from her heart. She breathed a deep sigh of relief and silently murmured, "Immortal, no matter how long it takes, I will wait for you to come back."
The others heard Yuan Changsheng's words to Tai'a Qingcheng clearly.
When they learned that Yuan Zhexian was not in any danger of death, but only that it was a matter of time before he returned, their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, were finally put at ease.
Time flies, and six thousand years have passed.
Throughout these long years, Tai'a Qingcheng would come to the city wall of the Watchful City almost every day, quietly waiting for the return of Yuan Zhexian.
Her figure on the city wall appeared so lonely yet resolute, as if this city wall was a promise between her and Yuan Zhexian, and no matter what the wind and rain, she would always guard this place.
She had only one belief in her heart: to wait for the return of Yuan Zhexian.
Over these six thousand years, countless wars, both large and small, have taken place.
However, due to the bet, no third quasi-immortal in the Myriad Spirits World dared to step into the realm of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Over the course of six thousand years, Tai'a Qingcheng experienced countless fierce battles, constantly breaking through her own limits, and finally successfully ascended to the third level of the Supreme God.
At the same time, Yuan Haoran and Kong Miao'er were no less impressive, their cultivation also reaching the second level of the Supreme God.
Yuan Ruochu and Ji Jingtian both successfully advanced to the first level of the Supreme God realm.
Moreover, almost everyone else in the ancestral court has achieved the position of Great Emperor. The strongest among them has reached the peak of the ninth level of the Great Emperor realm, while the weakest has the strength of the fourth level of the Great Emperor realm.
As for Xiao Qi, it has fallen into a deep sleep once again since Yuan Zhexian fell into the spatial rift.
Ultimately, it was taken back to the Yuan clan by Yuan Changsheng and received proper care.
Meanwhile, the group used the sword-forging method at the River of Oblivion to imbue the imperial weapon with sentience. Coupled with their already astonishing talent, they were even more formidable.
In this way, even when facing the Demon Emperor of the Myriad Spirits World, who is stronger than themselves, they can easily deal with him and handle the situation with ease.
On this sunny day, with a gentle breeze, Tai'a Qingcheng stood quietly on the city wall of the Watchful City, as always, gazing at the huge setting sun in the distance.
The setting sun, like a burning fireball, slowly rose from the boundless sea, dyeing the entire sky a magnificent orange-red.
Just then, a figure appeared beside Tai'a Qingcheng.
He was a tall, handsome man wearing silver armor, with a heroic air about him.
He exuded a powerful aura, as if the entire world was under his control.
The man gazed intently at Tai'a Qingcheng's stunningly beautiful face, his eyes revealing deep longing and helplessness.
After a while, he finally spoke: "Six thousand years have passed, and you still haven't given up? He's not coming back."
His voice was deep and magnetic, and when he looked at Tai A Qingcheng, his face showed an undisguised affection.
Upon hearing these words, a chilling glint suddenly flashed across Tai'a Qingcheng's previously indifferent face.
She slowly turned her head and glared at the man with cold eyes, seemingly very displeased with his words.
However, the man was not intimidated by Tai'a Qingcheng's gaze. Instead, he said even more firmly, "Six thousand years have passed, Qingcheng, don't you understand my feelings?"
"For you, I even defied my elder brother's wishes and turned against him. Isn't that enough to prove my feelings for you?"
His words were filled with sincere emotion, which moved everyone present.
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