A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality, I Become a God - Chapter 8

After Wu Yifan left the Wu Family to train, the third generation of the family started settling down and establishing their careers, bringing Wu Hao over a dozen great-grandchildren. Unfortunately, none of them turned out to be another Child of Destiny; the best among them only possessed supreme Spiritual Roots. However, for Wu Hao, that was more than sufficient at this point.

Time flowed by like water, slipping through one’s fingers without a sound. Two decades elapsed quietly. During these twenty years, the cultivation of the Wu Family’s thirty-plus members and the feedback from Wu Yifan, the Child of Destiny, who was training outside, allowed Wu Hao to advance by a small realm almost every month.

After twenty years, Wu Hao’s cultivation smoothly surpassed the Saint level, reaching the peak of Supreme, just a hair’s breadth away from breaking through to Quasi-Emperor. And today was the day Wu Hao advanced to Quasi-Emperor.

Upon reaching the Saint level, he was able to utilize the holy power within him to create a small personal world. Wu Hao was currently in this small world, breaking through to Quasi-Emperor. Otherwise, with his foundation and the terrifying power of the Heavenly Emperor’s Myriad Dao Sutra, his breakthrough would likely have been known throughout the entire Xuantian Realm.

Wu Hao had no desire to draw too much attention yet, so he chose to make his breakthrough to Quasi-Emperor within his small world.

“So, this is the power of a Quasi-Emperor?”

As a rumbling vibration coursed through him, Wu Hao’s aura became even more terrifying, as if reaching a certain limit. In an instant, everything within the small world seemed to pause.

When Wu Hao opened his eyes, he had already broken through to Quasi-Emperor.

Wu Hao felt that with his current power, even a casual punch could easily destroy Sunset City, possibly even half of the Southern Region. Though perhaps an overestimation, it still underscored the immense strength of a Quasi-Emperor.

According to Wu Hao’s knowledge, there were currently no known Great Emperors in the Xuantian Realm; it seemed as though a curse had befallen it, as the last Great Emperor appeared a million years ago. Even the four superpowers in the realm only had Quasi-Emperors. However, given their foundation, even without a Great Emperor, they could still contend against one in battle.

Only those who have had a Great Emperor or possess an Imperial Armament are considered superpowers. An Imperial Armament is extremely formidable; with it, a Quasi-Emperor could challenge a Great Emperor.

“With my current strength, I should not draw too much attention. Wait until I reach an undefeatable realm before doing so,” Wu Hao resolved, deciding he should only become more prominent after reaching the Ascension stage. However, he wondered how things were going on Su Qiaoran’s side.

Thinking of Su Qiaoran, Wu Hao sighed helplessly. It seemed he needed to find time to visit her, but only after ensuring the Wu Family’s safety. Currently, Wu Rulong was the strongest in the Wu Family, having broken through to the early stage of Void Refinement, which, though still weak compared to Wu Hao, was invincible in the vicinity of the small Sunset City.

In the next moment, Wu Hao’s brow furrowed, and he vanished from his small world in a flash.

Meanwhile, a blood-soaked figure was slowly making his way toward the entrance of the Wu Family residence. His aura was extremely weak, as if he might collapse at any moment.

“Great-grandfather, I’m sorry. I have failed the honor of the Wu Family,” the figure murmured, looking toward the Wu Family with a face full of shame, before he finally couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed.

Just as he was about to hit the ground, Wu Hao appeared in front of him and caught him steadily.

Seeing Wu Yifan in such a miserable state, Wu Hao’s expression remained remarkably calm, though his anger surged uncontrollably inside.

He hadn’t expected his great-grandson to suffer such hardships just from venturing out to train.

After all, his grandson is a Child of Destiny. If he weren’t, wouldn’t he have perished?

“Whoever harmed my grandson will pay with blood!”

Without delay, Wu Hao used his power to stabilize Wu Yifan’s condition, preventing further deterioration. Afterward, he carried Wu Yifan back toward the Wu Family home.

At the same time, in a distant mountain from the Wu Family, several figures draped in black robes with indistinguishable features exuded anger.

“We were careless. We didn’t expect that kid to possess a high-level teleportation talisman.”

“If we can’t bring him back, we won’t have a good account for the Holy Son.”

“What’s there to fear? Even though that brat used a space teleportation talisman to escape, he was severely injured by us. Just a mere Saint, where could he go? In any case, let’s search for him first!”

These were the ones who had grievously injured Wu Yifan. The reason they did so was that they discovered by chance that Wu Yifan possessed the Ancient Sacred Body.

It’s known that the Ancient Sacred Body is famous not only for its formidable combat strength, but more importantly, its sacred blood has miraculous effects for some cultivators, helping them break through. Therefore, they didn’t hesitate to attack Wu Yifan.

However, they didn’t expect that this Saint would escape from their hands, even though it was three Saint Kings from whom he fled. If the Holy Son found out the Ancient Sacred Body slipped through their fingers, their fate wouldn’t be pleasant.

Thinking of this, the three of them shivered and then pursued in the direction where Wu Yifan fled.

In the Wu Family, after learning that Wu Yifan was critically injured and near death, both the second and third generations of the family gathered at Wu Yifan’s bedside. Wu Hao had already stabilized Wu Yifan’s injuries using feedback from his own investment in his granddaughter Wu Xueying’s medical skills.

Everything henceforth awaited Wu Yifan’s awakening to understand what had happened.

Wu Qiankun stood by Wu Yifan’s bedside, his expression incredibly dark, while Bai Yuyou held their son’s hand, sobbing.

“Grandfather, what exactly happened here?” Wu Qiankun took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and then looked at his grandfather, Wu Hao.

Wu Hao shook his head and said, “I don’t know either. We’ll only find out who severely injured him once Yifan wakes up.”

“Damn it, if I find out who dared to severely injure my son, I’ll make sure they suffer a thousand cuts!” Wu Qiankun expressed his intense anger as a father. Meanwhile, Wu Hao felt a strange sensation internally.

Wu Qiankun was only at the early stage of Divine Transformation, whereas Wu Yifan’s cultivation level was clear to Wu Hao—at the early Saint stage.

To injure Wu Yifan this severely, the attacker must have been at least a Great Saint, or possibly a Saint King. No matter how hard Wu Qiankun worked for a hundred years, he might still fall short against such an opponent.

Yet, Wu Hao did not voice this. The matter concerning his great-grandson should be resolved by the great-grandson himself. This was Wu Yifan’s inner demon, and only by overcoming it could he break through to a more powerful realm.