195: Chapter 195 The Descent of the Four Emperors

To facilitate the plot progression for the Great Thousand World, I am accelerating the plot here! Please don't bash me, thank you!

This year was destined to be recorded in the annals of the Hun Clan with the most vivid strokes.

First came the news from the Ancient World that Gu Yuan had broken through to the Emperor Realm. Before the entire Hun Clan could recover from this shock, four distinct auras of Emperor Realm power erupted one after another from the depths of the East Courtyard.

It was an ordinary afternoon. Hun Feng was sitting by the stone table, reviewing reports from various regions sent by Hun Qian. Hun Mulan was napping on his lap, Hun Muling and Hun Musheng were chasing a Void Beast cub in the courtyard, and Hun Muxian was sitting under the corridor, quietly brewing tea.

His daughters had grown up quite a bit. Hun Muxian had shot up to Hun Feng's chest height, and her tea-brewing technique was becoming increasingly like Gu Xun'er's; the elegant and composed manner in her every gesture was almost identical to the young mistress of the Ancient Clan back then.

Hun Muling and Hun Musheng were no longer the little girls running wildly around the courtyard; when chasing the Void Beast, their movement techniques already carried a hint of Yao Yao's shadow from back then.

The youngest, Hun Mulan, was no longer the little tot who wrote with crooked characters. She had grown taller, and when she napped on her father's lap, her long hair could reach the edge of the stone bench.

Everything was as usual.

The first Emperor Realm aura erupted from Medusa's cultivation room. The phantom of the Nine-Colored Sky Swallowing Python condensed into a giant python stretching across the sky above the Soul Realm. Its nine-colored scales shimmered with a soul-captivating luster under the sunlight, and all the snake-type magical beasts in the entire Soul Realm prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing in worship toward the direction of the East Courtyard.

When Medusa pushed the door open, Hun Muqing was the first to rush up and call for her mother. She was now a ten-year-old girl, her features identical to her mother's, and the foundation of her cold, stunning beauty was already taking shape, though the smile at the corners of her mouth held a bit more childishness than Medusa's.

Yao Yao's cultivation room exploded at almost the same moment. A pillar of blood-colored light shot into the sky, tearing a huge hole in the black mist that had lingered over the Soul Realm for ten thousand years. The baleful blood energy condensed into tangible mist, churning over the East Courtyard.

As soon as Yao Yao stepped out, she saw Hun Muling looking up at her. Peach-blossom eyes met peach-blossom eyes; even the smug expressions of the mother and daughter were identical.

Hun Muling was also a ten-year-old girl now, having inherited her mother's cunning peach-blossom eyes and lively personality. As soon as she saw Yao Yao come out of seclusion, she pounced and hugged her waist: "Mother! You've reached the Emperor Realm! Can you take me out to fight from now on?"

Yao Yao kissed her on the cheek and said that in the future, whoever she didn't like, Mother would help her beat them up.

Gu Xun'er's Golden Emperor Sky Burning Flame followed closely behind. Golden flames rose from the East Courtyard like a second blazing sun, illuminating the entire Soul Realm in a brilliant gold. The Ancient Clan's clan crest bloomed fully on her forehead; it was the mark left in the bloodline by the ancestors of the Ancient Clan, which would only fully awaken when descendants stepped into the Emperor Realm.

Hun Muxian stood up from the corridor, walked to her mother with a teacup, softly called for her mother, and offered the freshly brewed tea with both hands.

Gu Xun'er took the teacup and looked down at her daughter. Eleven-year-old Hun Muxian had grown into a graceful young lady with an elegant, lotus-like temperament. She suddenly felt that time had passed too quickly; the little girl in her memory who hugged her leg and called for her mother seemed to be just yesterday.

Xiao Yi Xian was the last to break through, and also the quietest. There were no earth-shattering phenomena, only a very faint, pale gray mist silently spilling out from the crack in her cultivation room door.

Wherever the mist passed, the dark-leaf osmanthus in the courtyard withered, only to sprout new buds the next instant, cycling repeatedly between life and death.

Hun Musheng stood by the flower bed, quietly watching that door. This ten-year-old girl perfectly inherited her mother's quiet personality. When she saw Xiao Yi Xian push the door open, she didn't rush up to hug her, but walked to her side, gently held her hand, and looked up to call for her mother.

Xiao Yi Xian looked down at her daughter, raised her hand to tidy the stray hair blown messy by the wind, and the mother and daughter smiled at each other without a word.

The members of the Hun Clan were awakened from their cultivation one after another, flocking to the perimeter of the East Courtyard and kneeling on the ground. Hun Qian stood at the courtyard gate, tears streaming down his face, muttering, "The four wives have all broken through to the Emperor Realm."

Hun Feng casually placed the reports on his lap onto the stone table and stood up, walking toward the cultivation rooms.

The stone doors of the four cultivation rooms opened almost simultaneously. Medusa was still her cold and composed self, walking up to Hun Feng, the corners of her lips curling very faintly: "Reached the Emperor Realm."

Yao Yao, as always, shot him a flirtatious look, saying that from now on, he was in the Emperor Realm and she was in the Emperor Realm, let's see if he dared to bully her again.

Gu Xun'er walked up to Hun Feng and was silent for a moment, then softly said that when she went to the Great Thousand World in the future, she would not hold him back.

Hun Feng reached out and tucked a strand of stray hair from her forehead behind her ear, saying she had never been a burden.

Xiao Yi Xian was the last to walk up to him. Her white hair was longer than before, falling to her waist. She lifted those usually indifferent eyes to look at him and softly said, "Reached the Emperor Realm."

Hun Feng reached out and pulled her into his arms, planting a very light kiss on the top of her head.

When the news reached the Hall of Hun Tiandi, Hun Tiandi was playing chess with Void Swallowing Flame in the hall. Hun Qian came to report in person that the four wives had all broken through to the Emperor Realm simultaneously.

Hun Tiandi's fingers holding the chess piece paused in mid-air. He turned to look at Void Swallowing Flame and sighed, "That brat Feng's eye for women is even stronger than his cultivation talent."

Void Swallowing Flame rarely teased, "If you had been able to marry a few like these back then, the Hun Clan would have unified the continent long ago."

Hun Tiandi leaned back in his chair and suddenly laughed: "This kid is more than a notch better than his father. Back when Hun Yuan married Lin Qingwan, I thought it wasn't worth it for him to make such a fuss over a woman from an outside clan. Now it seems, Feng's ability was learned from his father—except his father only married one, while he married six, and every one of them is in the Emperor Realm."

A few days later, Hun Feng convened a meeting in the main hall. He formally proposed the "Nine Emperors Breaking the Void" plan—there were currently seven in the Emperor Realm, Zi Yan was charging toward the Emperor Realm in the Myriad Soul Origin Pool, and Hun Qinger had also been in seclusion for a long time. Once the two of them broke through, there would be nine.

Nine Emperor Realm experts joining forces would be enough to stabilize the plane passage and escort a portion of people through the spatial turbulence to reach the Great Thousand World.

As he was speaking, Hun Qian hurried in from outside the hall and presented a communication jade slip. Hun Feng took it, glanced at it, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

That girl Xiao Xiao just sent back news that she had broken through again in the Black-Corner Region and was now a Five-Star Dou Sheng.

Hun Tiandi raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "A sixteen-year-old Five-Star Dou Sheng, even faster than Feng was back then."

Hun Feng placed the jade slip on the table and looked at the clear sky outside the hall. Soon, once Qinger and Zi Yan came out of seclusion and the nine emperors were gathered, it would be time for them to embark on a new journey. The Great Thousand World was not far away.