Under the watchful eyes of Zhou Xingdou and Luo Hanyi, Zhou Wuji's figure gradually disappeared.
If he had never experienced family affection, Stephen Chow might not have felt much.
But after a long, heart-to-heart talk, Zhou Wuji's affection for him was evident, and the feeling of being cared for and loved by a family member moved Zhou Xingdou deeply.
"Is it still because they're too weak?"
Zhou Xingdou clenched his fist, and the 150 million giant elephant particles in his body boiled, but this power, which could tear the sky and shake the void in the outside world, could not cause a ripple in the Zhou family.
If he were powerful enough, would Grandpa no longer have to guard the ancestral land forever?
Will my missing parents also appear before me?
Is it possible that nothing in all the myriad realms and heavens can threaten him?
Would the dark light that made his heart tremble also tremble because of him?
These thoughts, which had never crossed Zhou Xingdou's mind before, suddenly surged forth, pulling him into a state of urgent need for power.
He never thought he was not strong enough, after all, he had cultivated the supreme Dao foundation, possessed the Punishing Heaven Dao Body, and was empowered by the Purple Star Supreme Emperor Scripture and the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force.
Few among his peers can rival him!
But today he acquired a great deal of information, and this overwhelming power over his peers no longer gave him a sense of satisfaction.
Only by suppressing everything can one attain supreme freedom!
A seed of eager desire to become stronger was planted in Zhou Xingdou's heart and took deep root.
From then on, he was not only a villain targeting those with good fortune, but also the protagonist of his own story.
What he desires is not just the Primordial Dao Domain, the Primordial Dao Domain, or the other seven domains, but the entire Primordial Realm, and even... all the heavens!
Luo Hanyi seemed to be influenced by Zhou Xingdou as well, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes as she looked at him:
"No matter how difficult the road ahead may be... I will be by your side. I will be the first sharp sword by your side, cutting through everything for you!"
"No need! From now on, you only need to stand behind me, and I will suppress all enemies!"
Zhou Xingdou's lips curled up, and his silver-white eyes, filled with purple aura, regained that indifferent and arrogant air that once again dominated everything.
The vertical line between his brows, intertwined in silver and purple, exuded a merciless divine might.
Standing alone, he exuded an air of arrogance that looked down upon the world.
The supreme, aloof arrogance, looking down on everything, is unleashed at this moment.
In an instant, Stephen Chow's state of mind was elevated. In the past, these auras were just tools, only revealed when needed.
But now, it comes from the heart, and he is one with the world. He is no longer a mortal from his previous life, nor a sycophant of destiny in his past life, but the only venerable son of the supreme and immortal Zhou family.
Stephen Chow!
Looking at the handsome young man in front of her, who seemed to be born a god, Luo Hanyi's heart fluttered, and her sharp phoenix eyes became somewhat infatuated.
This is what a man should be like!
After standing for a long time, Zhou Xingdou slightly raised his eyes. After figuring everything out, he unleashed a palm strike with overwhelming divine power, plucking dozens of fruits from the Nine Swords Ancient Tree and letting them fall in front of Luo Hanyi.
"This medicine is useless to me, but it will be of great use to you."
Luo Hanyi didn't pretend and accepted all the dozens of fruits at once. It was something her man had given her, so there was no need to be polite.
As he spoke, Zhou Xingdou picked up Luo Hanyi and transformed into a bolt of lightning with overwhelming heavenly might, heading straight for the ancient and mysterious Zhou Tian Palace of the Zhou family.
Old Chen, who tends to the divine plants and herbs, and all seven servants of the Zhou family have arrived and are waiting in front of the Zhou Tian Palace.
Their attire was very ordinary, and their aura was almost nonexistent, just like seven ordinary mortals.
Zhou Xingdou, riding the lightning, suddenly crashed down in front of Zhou Tian Palace, his imposing and noble figure appearing before everyone.
Most of the seven servants were dressed in cloth. There was an old woman holding a needle and thread, an elderly scholar who had failed in his career, a hunter wearing animal skins and carrying a bow and arrows, and a blacksmith with bulging muscles carrying a hammer...
The appearance of Zhou Xingdou immediately invigorated the seven people, who all bowed down and shouted in unison:
"Greetings, Young Master!"
Zhou Xingdou also sized up the seven people. He didn't know each of them as well as he did the farmer Lao Chen. Some of them he had only met a few times.
Although the seven men appeared ordinary and unremarkable, how could anyone be weak when they served as servants in the Zhou family?
If Grandpa hadn't asked Old Chen to gather these seven people together, it would have been difficult to see them all together.
Seeing that some of the seven people were impatient, some were indifferent, and some were staring at Zhou Xingdou's body with interest, Zhou Xingdou knew that this was probably a challenge that his grandfather had deliberately left for him.
Zhou Xingdou didn't say anything more, and looked at the seven people with different expressions with a somewhat indifferent expression, he said:
"Follow me into the palace."
After saying this, Zhou Xingdou stepped into the hall. Looking at the empty throne, he recalled Zhou Wuji's awe-inspiring power that pierced the heavens and earth.
Zhou Xingdou certainly didn't have that kind of power, but not sitting on the throne was clearly not in his mind.
So he went straight to the throne and, under everyone's gaze, plopped down on the seat that only Zhou Wuji had ever sat on, his fist resting on his chin as he looked down at the seven people in the hall with a slightly indifferent expression.
The seven servants immediately showed some unease. The one dressed as a disillusioned scholar looked on, his bright eyes narrowing slightly, his white eyebrows furrowing a little, and he spoke first:
“Young Master, it is against etiquette for you to sit in the seat of honor.”
Although only the old Confucian scholar spoke, the other five people, apart from Old Chen, all nodded in agreement.
Even Old Chen, who was familiar with Zhou Xingdou, didn't seem to support Zhou Xingdou's move, judging from his expression.
Luo Hanyi stood beside the seat of honor. Since this was Zhou Xingdou's family matter, she naturally wouldn't say anything more. However, her beautiful, sharp eyes, which seemed to pierce the heavens, looked at the old scholar with some hostility.
Zhou Xingdou found it amusing, and looking at the elderly scholar, tilted his head and said:
"Oh? What can you do then? Kill me, young master?"
This remark immediately stunned the Confucian scholar, who had prepared his rebuttal, leaving him speechless and his long discourse on etiquette stuck in his throat.
Killed Stephen Chow?
Don't even mention it's not that bad; even if it were, who would dare to do it?
Not to mention that everyone here is a servant of the Zhou family, even in the vast Nine Domains of the Primordial Origin, how many people besides hotheads would dare to say such a thing?
But this didn't mean the elderly scholar had no objections. He cupped his hands in greeting and said:
"How dare I, an old man, presume to sit on the throne when the young master has not yet ascended to the throne."
Zhou Xingdou wouldn't follow the old scholar's line of thought alone; he couldn't possibly argue with him. He merely glanced at the old man indifferently.
"The Zhou family didn't recruit you to debate scriptures with your own people. If you want to debate scriptures, there are countless demons beyond the realm. Go debate with them!"
A majestic aura emanated from Zhou Xingdou. Before the old scholar could speak, Zhou Xingdou spoke again, but this time his voice was as cold as a frozen pool:
"Grandpa has no time to deal with you, has that made you forget the hierarchy?"
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