This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 373 - 371 The Family of Three

Wu Wang’s "very soon," however, had Young Master waiting impatiently for over a month, as the Northern Wilderness still had not sent anyone to the Heaven Palace.

It wasn’t that something was delaying them.

It was purely because Wu Wang’s mother thought it best for Wu Wang to have more people around him so that if other gods started a fight, there would be more room to maneuver.

Incidentally, because Young Master’s "order" for snacks was so diverse, some Spirit Beasts raised by the Bear Hug tribe were not yet at their prime for flavor, so some preparation time was needed.

No matter how Wu Wang pondered, he felt that his mother was far more concerned about the latter matter than the former... An illusion, surely. Yes, it must be.

Fortunately, as the days passed, Ming’s birth drew ever nearer, and the attention of both Young Master and Wu Wang was completely captivated by the God Egg.

The Dao aura on the God Egg grew even richer.

The pure Dao of Death, far from feeling evil, instead made the God Egg seem incredibly sacred, and the little life within grew increasingly peaceful and serene.

In the God of Spring’s Divine Realm, aside from Yang Wudi, who had already become elusive, the other four individuals had started to busy themselves with this matter.

Hu Sheng, from the Xuan Nu Sect, was the most dexterous and had already crafted over a dozen small dresses.

She understood this was for the God of Death, not Wu Wang or Young Master... In short, though Hu Sheng had some reservations about Wu Wangzi being too close to Young Master, she wisely chose to turn a blind eye, considering the future of the Human Domain and the greater good of the Human race.

As Kan Tianhou had said, if Wu Wangzi could persuade Young Master to return to the Human Domain, the pressure on the Human Domain when facing the Heaven Palace would significantly lessen.

Kan Tianhou wrote a congratulatory message and prepared several jade ornaments as gifts.

Da Yi ventured out several hundred miles to hunt in a relatively open forest for a few days. He returned with a string of colorful Beast Cores, which he fashioned into a foot-long... bracelet.

The Grand Elder, meticulous and experienced from raising Miao Cuijiao, made a special effort to find a few milk-producing female beasts and began using precious Spirit Grass to refine "Immortal Milk."

By the forty-ninth day, the Divine Realm, inhabited by only these four, was filled with joy.

Yang Wudi still hadn’t appeared.

Outside the God of Spring’s Temple, many curious onlookers had gathered, as if all were awaiting a splendid celestial phenomenon, to witness the birth of another strong God in the Heaven Palace.

Nu Chou arrived at the Heaven Palace on time, prepared to make it her permanent residence.

Wu Wang’s Temple was also reorganized, with several rooms partitioned off inside. After all, the distinction between men and women had to be considered.

When cracks began to appear on the God Egg, Nu Chou had Wu Wang expelled from the main hall.

Young Master was also somewhat flustered, anxiously watching the God Egg, afraid of missing any of Nu Chou’s words.

Nu Chou was actually a bit speechless herself. Her insight and experience were far inferior to Young Master’s, and it was only because she appeared slightly more mature that she had somehow, inadvertently, become the one in charge of Ming’s delivery.

Outside the Temple, Wu Wang paced back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back, the light of the Barrier growing increasingly intense.

He wondered whether Ming would pop out of the egg plump or slender, with sparse or thick hair, and whether her hair would be a riot of colors... In any case, Wu Wang felt an inexplicable unease in his heart.

Outside the Temple, several lesser Gods were poised to step forward. They sought to catch Wu Wang’s eye, hoping for an opportunity to greet him and offer congratulations.

But Wu Wang kept his head down as he walked, leaving these lesser Gods to fret anxiously.

Suddenly, the Great Dao trembled. The entire Heaven Palace was abruptly swallowed by darkness, so profound you could hardly see your hand in front of your face.

A pure yet abstruse Dao aura, centered on the God of Spring’s Temple, instantly swept across tens of thousands of miles of heaven and earth.

Outside the Heaven Palace, all beings simultaneously felt their knees buckle. Creatures in the Emperor’s City were in utter disarray, falling to their knees and praying to their respective Gods for blessings.

DONG. A gray wave of energy slowly swept out for thousands of miles from the darkness.

In the areas of the Emperor’s City affected by this energy wave, beings with hidden illnesses, chronic diseases, or disabilities instantly recovered completely.

Within the Heaven Palace, hundreds of Great Daos vibrated, and the Divine Court revealed its ethereal silhouette, bestowing its blessing upon the highest temple.

The Divine Guards were in a state of panic, and many Gods were startled awake from their slumber. Above each temple, phantom images of Gods appeared, searching for the source of the cosmic disturbance.

Suddenly, a flicker of light pierced the darkness.

A dense golden light tore through the heavy black clouds, brightly illuminating heaven and earth.

Directly above the God of Spring’s Temple, a golden light enveloped a small, slowly ascending figure.

This was a little girl, appearing two or three years old, with hair just past her shoulders spread out behind her. She was clad in a bellyband formed of Divine Power. Upon closer inspection, one could see half an eggshell beneath her feet, from which golden liquid spilled and was rapidly absorbed by her.

Outside the golden light, Young Master and Nu Chou stood to her left and right, watching the little one’s condition with unwavering attention.

The boundless darkness suddenly receded.

Streams of ink-black aura were drawn from heaven and earth, coalescing into nine palm-sized, pitch-black Azure Dragons that swirled endlessly around Ming’s body.

Ming’s eyes suddenly opened, revealing two pools of utter blackness.

This almost made Wu Wang want to rush forward and knock his own daughter unconscious.

Fortunately, the blackness quickly receded, revealing large, sparkling eyes of a pale gold, exuding a distinct and holy purity.

The nine small Azure Dragons around her roared, colliding and fusing.

The Dao of Death’s rhythm soared rapidly. The Divine Court displayed its hierarchies, layer upon layer. The phantom images above the various temples vanished, all returning to the Divine Court, stacked in their hundreds.

An immeasurable heavenly might oppressed heaven and earth!

The Heavenly Emperor’s Dao of Order resided at the highest rank, followed by the three Great Daos of the Sun, Moon, and Stars. Flanking these were the Great Dao of Reproduction and the Lifespan Dao. Below them were the source Daos of Metal, Wood, and Earth among the Five Elements.

The Great Daos were arrayed in an orderly fashion. The Dao of Death, originally detached from the ten strongest Great Daos, continuously ebbed and flowed within a gray haze.

But at that moment, this Great Dao transformed into a gray star. It slowly moved from within a cluster of golden clouds, drifting to a position beyond the Great Dao of Reproduction and the Lifespan Dao.

The Great Dao of Reproduction and the Lifespan Dao changed simultaneously. Originally positioned outside the three primary Great Daos of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, they now rotated, forming a triangular formation with the Dao of Death, enveloping the three primary Great Daos.

The Divine Court trembled, and a sonorous horn blast echoed throughout heaven and earth.

On the throne of the highest temple, Emperor Shun narrowed his eyes, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.

Within the Heavenly Administrative Palace, the Head Manager pondered thoughtfully, sensing the shifts in his position within the Divine Court. It seems my status has become even more stable. Not bad at all.

At this moment, Wu Wang also sensed something: the Star God’s Dao felt a kinship with the Dao of Death. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The ethereal silhouette of the Divine Court gradually dissipated, and the phantom images of the Gods vanished once more, leaving no darkness or gray mist between heaven and earth.

Wu Wang looked up, a gentle smile involuntarily touching his lips.

Ming’s petite body floated in the air, now in a seated meditation posture. Her two chubby hands formed the Lotus Seal, resting on her plump little legs.

Behind Ming hovered a figure draped in a black cape. Slender and graceful from afar, it seemed to be Ming’s future, adult self.

Hovering beside this figure were a long whip and a scroll—Ming’s companion Divine Artifacts, which needed to materialize in the Divine Pool of the Heaven Palace.

Earthy yellow, silver-white, and light green rings gently twinkled, leaving a total of five Lotus Seals on Ming’s forehead, wrists, and ankles. These corresponded to the three seals imposed by the Earth God, Young Master, and the Star God.

Until Ming fully matured, she would not be able to wield the power of the Dao of Death at will. Her strength would also be largely constrained to prevent her from losing control and harming herself or others.

As the final seal solidified, the caped figure vanished into the Five Elements, and the fluctuations from the Dao of Death completely subsided.

Wu Wang leaped onto a beam in his house, admiring Ming’s exquisitely delicate face, his eyes filled with joy.

Ming, as if sensing his gaze, opened her eyes. She stared at Wu Wang for a moment, then suddenly giggled and called out crisply, "Daddy!"

Before the word was fully uttered, the little one leaped from the air and plunged straight into Wu Wang’s arms.

Wu Wang felt an immense force strike him. He quickly circulated his power to stabilize himself and avoid being knocked away. Despite this, his blood surged, and he hurriedly secured Ming in his arms.

The little girl giggled nonstop, nuzzling against him playfully in his embrace.

Young Master and Nu Chou descended slowly, their eyes filled with curiosity, their hands itching to hold the child.

"Ah, Ming... Ming’er, be good."

Wu Wang’s old face flushed, and he felt somewhat lightheaded and dazed.

He looked down, pinched Ming’s cheek, and said with a smile, "Go on, greet everyone now."

"Daddy! Where’s my mommy?"

Ming’s large eyes brimmed with innocence. "I remember I have a mommy. She was working in the fields..."

A lingering impression from the Illusionary Realm? That’s right, Ming’s reconstruction had sealed her memories from the Illusionary Realm. The relative who left the deepest impression on her must have been that lady. How should I explain this?

Wu Wang rubbed Ming’s head, a faint smile on his lips, already preparing to concoct an excuse like, "Your mother has gone out on an errand." As long as he could stall until Ming grew up, her memories would naturally recover, and no explanation would be needed.

But just then, Ming’s large eyes suddenly welled with tears, and she looked up, on the verge of sobbing.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry! Your mother, she—"

"I... I am here..."

Wu Wang’s words and Xiao Ming’s crying both ceased abruptly. Along with Nu Chou beside them, six eyes stared intently at Young Master, who had spoken.

She was still in her black dress. Today, to welcome Ming’s birth, she had specially arranged her hair in an exquisite bun.

Those four words had been spoken softly, as if she had bitten her tongue. After speaking, her face flushed red, further highlighting the skin of her neck and chest, which was as white as frost and as proud as snow.

Wu Wang blinked. Young Master closed her eyes and nodded slightly. Xiao Ming looked at Young Master with some skepticism, tilting her head, yet a sense of closeness began to stir within her.

"Mommy!"

Ming exclaimed with delight and hurled herself towards Young Master. Holding Ming, Young Master spun twice in the air, having quickly regained her composure.

Clear, bell-like laughter rang out above the Temple, while in various parts of the Heaven Palace, many Divine Spirits began to ponder the situation.

Inside the Heavenly Administrative Palace, the Head Manager raised his hand to steady himself on the desk, but inadvertently crushed a corner of it in his grip.

"So, the Dao of Death has returned to the center of the Divine Court?"

At the main pavilion of the Human Emperor Pavilion, Shen Nong had gathered several Pavilion Masters, listening to Feng Zhizi’s report.

"Yes. The birth of Ming, the God of Death, has elicited many reactions. The Dao of Death, from within the Heaven Palace, now stands alongside the Great Daos of Reproduction and Lifespan, guarding the three Great Daos of the Sun, Moon, and Stars.

"The Star God’s Dao was previously somewhat detached from the Sun and Moon Great Daos, but upon this emergence, the Star God’s Dao has occupied a core position within the Heaven Palace.

"Perhaps this signifies some reconciliation between the Star God and Emperor Shun?

"If so, the strength of the Heaven Palace is likely to surge significantly."

Shen Nong lowered his gaze, pondering carefully. He soon said, "It matters not. There’s no need to worry about this. This must be the decision of the current Star God."

Liu Baiyi muttered, "The current Star God?"

Shen Nong replied indifferently, "Don’t ask too much, and don’t be overly concerned with the affairs of the Heaven Palace."

"Your Majesty, there is another matter," Feng Zhizi coughed, unconsciously lowering his voice. "After Ming emerged from her shell, she called Wu Wang ’father’ and... Young Master ’mother.’ This has caused quite an uproar in the Heaven Palace."

"Oh? HAHAHAHA! HAHAHA!"

Shen Nong couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter, clapping his hands repeatedly.

The others were puzzled, their eyes filled with confusion.

Shen Nong laughed and said,

"If this is true, the Human Domain will have little to worry about.

"In the core Great Daos of the Heaven Palace, Emperor Shun’s Dao of Order stands aloof. The Great Daos of Sun, Moon, Stars, Metal, Earth, and Wood represent the dominant parts of the cosmic order and its rules, unaffected by living beings and having little to do with them.

"Yet, it was the Dao of Life that truly allowed Emperor Shun to defeat the Candle Dragon and drive it to the Outer Sky.

"Among the Great Daos of Reproduction, Lifespan, and Death, if both the Great Dao of Reproduction and the Dao of Death are influenced by Wu Wang and choose to side with him, Wu Wang could either dismantle the order of the Heaven Palace or at least gain significant influence within it.

"Unfortunately, Young Master is a Divine Spirit who has possessed consciousness since the Second Divine Era, one of the strongest beings in heaven and earth.

"Such an existence will ultimately not be swayed by mere romantic sentiments. To think that Wu Wang could walk the same path as Emperor Shun did is somewhat wishful thinking on my part."

A Pavilion Master muttered, "The path Emperor Shun once walked?"

"Why do you think Xihe helped Emperor Shun? In ancient times, she was the strongest Divine Spirit of the Eastern Wilderness, commanding many factions, and even the Candle Dragon treated her with respect."

Shen Nong waved his hand.

"Enough, let’s not speak of this further... How far have you progressed with the story of the Celestial Court?"

The few Pavilion Masters present suddenly looked troubled.

They wouldn’t flinch at a life-and-death battle with Innate Gods, but lately, they were constantly being rushed for drafts. His Majesty had also ordered them to maintain strict secrecy, revealing nothing to anyone...

"Of course, the Celestial Court must have a Heavenly Emperor, but we cannot call him that. We’d better change the name, to something like ’God’."

Liu Baiyi rushed to speak, then dutifully stepped aside.

"I’ve said my piece. It’s your turn."

The other old fellows nearly rolled up their sleeves to fight Liu Baiyi. They continued to frown, slowly ’squeezing’ out what little literary inspiration they possessed.

Indeed, making up stories was no easy task.

However, once Liu Baiyi had made his suggestion, he began to ponder His Majesty’s earlier words.

’Such an existence as Young Master will ultimately not be swayed by mere romantic sentiments.’ Indeed, how could such a powerful God be swayed by romantic attachments? Besides, a Goddess who is too strong would easily make Wu Wang unable to hold his head high. With just a command to ’kneel,’ who could bear that?

「Meanwhile.」

"My little darling, Mommy has come to find you!"

In the God of Spring’s Temple, Young Master feigned a menacing posture, step by step approaching the corner where a curtain bulged.

Before she could get close, Ming’s laughter erupted from behind the curtain. It was flung open, and Ming rushed out, tumbling playfully with Young Master.

Wu Wang, who had been forced to move to a corner with his desk, held a cup of clear tea, smiling as he watched the scene.

Then, he focused his spiritual mind, turning his attention to the Emperor’s City.

His Immortal Consciousness, which he had sent out, captured images of two Divine Realms in conflict. They were far from his own Divine Realm, apparently fighting over the recruitment of followers.

Next, I too must embark on the path of forceful expansion. This is a perfect opportunity to learn from the roguish standards of the Emperor’s City.