As soon as Tai'a Qingcheng finished speaking, Yuan Muqing seemed to be propelled by an invisible force, and without hesitation, she took a step forward and hugged Yuan Zhexian tightly.
Her eyes were slightly red, tears welled up in them, and her voice was choked with emotion.
"Brother...brother, is it really you? You...you're finally back!"
Yuan Muqing's voice trembled slightly, as if this embrace was a precious moment she had been waiting for for a long time.
Yuan Zhexian felt a surge of emotion upon receiving his sister's embrace. He gently stroked Yuan Muqing's hair and said tenderly, "Muqing, I'm sorry that I wasn't by your side when you were born."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Muqing quickly shook her head, tears finally streaming down her face. "No, brother, Muqing has never blamed you."
Her voice was choked with emotion, but it was full of determination.
Then, Yuan Muqing calmed herself down a bit and continued, "Since I was old enough to understand, everyone in the family has told me that I have an older brother with heaven-defying strength and unparalleled talent throughout the ages."
Her words revealed her admiration and pride for her brother.
"However, six thousand years ago, due to an accident, I fell into a spatial rift and have been missing ever since. I don't know when you will be able to return."
Yuan Muqing's voice gradually lowered, as if he was recalling that long period of waiting.
However, her emotions were quickly replaced by joy. "Now that you're finally back, brother, I'm so... so happy!"
A bright smile bloomed on Yuan Muqing's face; it was a joy that came from the bottom of her heart.
Finally, Yuan Muqing said again, "Brother, if Father and Mother knew you were back, they would be overjoyed!"
Her words revealed her longing for family reunion.
Yuan Zhen nodded in agreement.
After all, he had not seen his family for six thousand years, and his longing for them was like a surging river, never-ending.
Yuan Taixu, standing to the side, appeared exceptionally clever.
He knew very well that the person in front of him, who was younger than him, was of a much higher generation.
Without hesitation, he bowed and respectfully said, "Junior disciple Yuan Taixu greets junior master."
This sudden turn of events left Yuan Muqing somewhat bewildered.
She looked at Yuan Taixu with suspicion, as if pondering his identity.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Zhexian quickly explained, "Mu Qing, this is a disciple I took in from that realm, named Yuan Taixu."
After listening, Yuan Mu suddenly understood. A faint smile appeared on her lips, and she gracefully walked up to Yuan Taixu.
She stretched out a slender hand and gently patted Yuan Taixu's head, saying softly, "Good boy, little nephew."
This move caught Yuan Taixu somewhat off guard.
He inwardly groaned in despair, yet dared not utter a single complaint.
Just then, Yuan Zhexian spoke up: "Alright, it's time for us to go home!"
Before he finished speaking, he waved his arm, and a huge spatial rift suddenly opened, instantly swallowing everyone inside.
After a while, when Yuan Zhexian reappeared before everyone, they had already arrived at the gate of the Yuan Clan.
The moment Yuan Zhexian appeared, Yuan Changsheng and the others from the Yuan Clan suddenly felt an unusually strong spatial fluctuation surging at the gate.
The fluctuation was so violent that it felt as if the entire space itself was about to be torn apart.
Everyone was stunned. Before they could react, they found themselves instantly disappearing from the council hall and then reappearing at the entrance of the Yuan Clan.
When they finally saw the person in front of them clearly, everyone's expression changed drastically in an instant.
First came surprise, because the appearance of Yuan Zhexian was so abrupt.
Then came the shock; they could hardly believe their eyes—Yuan Zhexian had actually returned.
Finally, there was excitement, especially for Yuan Changsheng. His gaze was fixed on Yuan Zhexian as if drawn by a magnet, as if he were afraid that Yuan Zhexian would suddenly disappear.
Yuan Changsheng shook his head vigorously, trying to bring himself back to his senses from the shock.
Once he was certain that what he was seeing was not an illusion, his body began to tremble slightly involuntarily.
He moved slowly, step by step, toward Yuan Zhexian, each step appearing so heavy yet resolute.
Finally, Yuan Changsheng walked up to Yuan Zhexian. He trembled as he reached out and gently placed his hand on Yuan Zhexian's shoulder. Then, his voice trembled with excitement as he said, "Zhexian, you...you've finally come back."
Upon seeing this, Yuan Zhexian quickly bowed to Yuan Changsheng and said, "Father, the Zhexian has returned!"
"I'm sorry to have caused you and everyone else worry; it's all my fault, Immortal."
Then Yuan Changsheng was so excited that his body trembled slightly, and he said in a slightly trembling voice, "Good! Good! It's good that you're back!"
It was as if these few simple words contained his endless emotions and longing.
Just then, Yuan Zhexian couldn't wait to ask, "Father, Mother, Grandfather, and Ninth Ancestor, how are they?"
His words revealed his concern for his family elders.
Before the words were finished, a burst of cheerful laughter, like a gentle spring breeze, suddenly rang out.
Immediately afterwards, the ninth, eighth, seventh, sixth, fifth, fourth, and third ancestors of the Yuan clan appeared at the gate, their faces beaming with smiles and their eyes filled with joy and love.
The Ninth Ancestor spoke first, saying, "Haha, it's rare that you, the banished immortal, have just returned and you already care so much about us old folks!"
His laughter was hearty and loud, bringing joy to everyone.
The Eighth Patriarch then added, "Yes, no matter what, we are relieved as long as you return safely."
His voice was gentle and kind, revealing his affection for Yuan Zhexian.
At this moment, the Third Patriarch also smiled and interjected, "Immortal, when you first appeared in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, we immediately sensed the mark on your body again."
"These old guys were incredibly excited when they sensed your mark!"
The Third Patriarch smiled as he looked at the Ninth Patriarch and the others, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
Just then, the Fourth Ancestor, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Immortal! These six thousand years of opportunity have truly brought you great rewards! Your cultivation has actually reached the ninth level of the Mythical Emperor."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present, except for the elders of the Yuan clan, showed expressions of disbelief and turned their gazes toward Yuan Zhexian.
It should be noted that if Yuan Zhexian could reach the ninth level of the Supreme God realm in six thousand years, it would already be a remarkable achievement.
However, he has now directly jumped to the ninth level of the Mythical Emperor, which is truly unbelievable.
After all, the time and effort required to advance to each rank increases exponentially, often requiring the accumulation of several eras.
The fact that Yuan Zhexian reached such a height in such a short time is undoubtedly an astonishing miracle.
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