Senior Sister has returned to visit me, Emperor Qinghua now guards the gate of the Realm of Exiled Immortals, and we even found the Human King by chance...

In a single day, Wang Sheng felt his mood brighten considerably. One piece of good news after another had practically arrived at his doorstep.

He spent half a month in the villa alone with Mu Wanxuan, living in their own quiet world. No one was allowed to disturb them, and wherever they went, they stayed side by side.

Mu Wanxuan also seemed to have finally relaxed completely.

Outside, she always kept a straight face, mindful of every expression. She dressed in elegant immortal robes, either cultivating with focus each day or traveling carefully from place to place.

Now that she was back in this familiar setting, which was surrounded by protective arrays and had no real experts to threaten them, she finally let go.

She changed into loose long sleeves, occasionally launching playful sneak attacks on her junior brother. When she had nothing to do, she would lie on the sofa reading comics, her legs swaying lazily in the air.

Wang Sheng, for his part, found all sorts of ways to take care of his senior sister, Daoist partner, and wife. He tied on an apron and battled in the kitchen, flew out to pick up deliveries, and ran around buying her piles of snacks.

At their most peaceful, he would sit on the newly replaced sofa, holding a copy of Strategic Principles and reading quietly. Meanwhile, she would rest her head on his lap, flipping through her comic book page by page.

Anything unsuitable for younger audiences or too difficult to describe naturally took place under the cover of array barriers. They would never grow tired of being together like this, not even after hundreds of years—perhaps not even until the end of time.

Since one of them was always rushing east while the other traveled west due to the heavy responsibilities they carried, moments like these felt even more precious.

As if remembering something, Wang Sheng asked with feigned calm, "Senior Sister, how about we go register our marriage? Otherwise, it just doesn't feel complete."

"Mm..."

Mu Wanxuan blinked softly. She raised her arms and wrapped them around Wang Sheng's neck, a hint of deep affection showing on her gentle, graceful face.

Half an hour later...

The two had properly dressed up.

Wang Sheng had put on a shirt and a suit he rarely wore, while Mu Wanxuan chose an elegant long dress.

The couple called their mistress ahead of time, asking her to arrange an appointment at a cultivator service station that offered private services. They also received approval from his parents.

Flying over together, they went through the procedures with full seriousness and obtained a marriage certificate meant specifically for cultivators: a Daoist Partner Certificate!

Wang Sheng said softly, "Rituals matter too."

Only now did it feel as if they had official recognition—as if they truly belonged to each other.

However, Mu Wanxuan seemed to grow a little nervous.

Three days later, Wang Sheng arranged to have a meal with his parents. Having just taken an important step, he also wanted to hear their advice.

His parents, of course, did not disappoint.

They even admitted frankly that if they had not known Wang Sheng would have a senior sister back then, they would never have had the heart to leave him at the Wudang Mountains.

Experience spoke louder than anything.

Most of their friends on Earth had already departed into space. After receiving their certificate, the two met briefly with Xi Lian and Qinglin for a small gathering.

After the family meal, they returned to the villa to enter seclusion, beginning what felt like another honeymoon.

Still, they both knew that separation was inevitable.

Because of the Time-Cycle Grand Array, Mu Wanxuan would require at least ten thousand years on Earth to cultivate and fully comprehend the Dao of Life. Outside, that would mean a million years passing. The gap was simply too vast.

Wang Sheng, meanwhile, had to remain on Earth for at least a hundred years. In the outside world, ten thousand years would pass, which was just enough for Mu Wanxuan to grasp the Dao of Life and barely become a capable expert.

Although Mu Wanxuan never asked too many questions, she understood the situation Earth was in and the burden her junior brother carried.

Relying on others was never as good as relying on oneself.

That was why she decided to only stay on Earth with Wang Sheng for three years. Afterward, she would return to the endless space, accelerate her understanding of the Dao of Life, and strive to truly help Wang Sheng when he emerged from seclusion and left Earth.

They were martial siblings, but also husband and wife. There could be no closer bond in the world.

Wang Sheng understood what she was thinking. Not needing to explain anything, they simply leaned against each other in quiet understanding.

***

Three wonderful years passed in the blink of an eye.

Now, both Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan carried the air of true cultivators. Time flowed past them without leaving any trace.

Mu Wanxuan remained as ethereal and captivating as ever, her fair skin glowing faintly. Meanwhile, Wang Sheng was still handsome in a very ordinary way. He was the kind of handsome man one could find everywhere in Earth's cultivation world.

During these three years, Wang Sheng did not completely ignore the outside world. He kept an eye on external developments. The star-capturing plan progressed smoothly. Near the inner side of the entrance to the Realm of Exiled Immortals, Chun Yangzi constructed a "fake solar system."

The star they brought in was almost identical to the Sun in both size and mass. Even the arrangement of the planets looked convincingly accurate.

Fortunately, scientific calculations suggested it would take hundreds of thousands of years before they could observe the effects this new star would have on Earth.

The solar system already had a layer of disguise array, slightly improving Earth's safety. The Hua Republic's government also turned the fake Earth into a transfer station, saving a significant amount of time and resources.

Still, Wang Sheng felt uneasy. After some thought, he asked their sect's forefather to set up additional arrays outside the planet, adding further layers of disguise to make the fake planet more convincing.

Wang Sheng could only direct things remotely since he could not leave Earth at the moment. Even so, with everyone contributing their ideas, the Fake-Earth plan quickly became more refined.

On another front, Zhao Dezhu, the reincarnation of the Human King, spent the past three years studying extensively, especially in ideological and moral education.

After all, even if he was the wandering soul of the Human King from the Ancient Era, they were no longer in a feudal age. Those old ways of thinking could not be allowed to resurface.

Zhao Dezhu found himself at a complete loss, caught between laughter and tears.

Still, because of all this, his life had changed from something ordinary and unremarkable into something vivid and unpredictable. It even seemed possible for him to one day walk side by side with the people spoken of only in legends.

However, Zhao Dezhu... still could not muster any real motivation. He lacked confidence to a serious degree.

There was even a period when his anxiety grew so intense that he had to call Wang Sheng late at night, sometimes even start a video chat, just to barely settle into a state where he could comprehend the Dao.

Wang Sheng felt very helpless about it, especially since it almost made Mu Wanxuan suspect that he was having an affair!

The one thing Wang Sheng remained most worried about was Fengmo.

Three years on Earth meant three hundred years outside. According to regular reports from Xiaomiao, powerful experts had already probed Fengmo at least a dozen times.

They had long activated their emergency plans. They had hidden everything they could and shifted their construction of the qi-powered fleet to bases on other celestial bodies. Even so, there was no way to know if anything had been exposed.

During these three years with his senior sister, Wang Sheng calmed himself and made plans stretching from the next hundred years to ten thousand years ahead.

He would develop step by step, continue building his forces, recruit powerful allies, expand his influence, and establish a foundation strong enough to contend with Feng Jiu's faction.

Recently, Wang Sheng had also begun to form some bold ideas. However, these thoughts were not fully fleshed out, involved too many factors, and could only be attempted after his Primordial Spirit returned.

They were related to the Sea of Dao Laws and the Three Pure Ones.

Wang Sheng had already grasped two key ideas: the stability of heaven and earth, and the Sea of Dao Laws. Although he did not yet have a complete plan, he had a vague sense that this was the direction he should pursue.

Unfortunately, the time had come for him to part with his senior sister again.

Though reluctant, he respected her decision.

They said their farewell by the lake. Qinghua and Lin Feiyao then appeared to take her away. After holding Wang Sheng tightly for half an hour, she slowly let go and turned to leave.

That day, Wang Sheng remained by the lake for a long time, unable to pull himself back from his thoughts. When his heart filled with longing, he took out an immortal sword and practiced slowly by the water.

Even without his Primordial Spirit, he managed to grasp a faint trace of a new sword intent.

After his senior sister left, Wang Sheng's life became idle, dull, and monotonous.

To give himself something to do, he volunteered to help the Special Investigation Unit with tasks within his ability. Even relying only on his immortal body, he could still display True Immortal Realm combat strength.

But the country was at peace. The Special Investigation Unit and the Special Warfare Unit could handle everything on their own, which meant there was simply no need for him.

Hence, Wang Sheng turned to other matters. He started writing proposals for the cultural expansion of Earth into the Immortal Dao world.

The result was a letter from his younger sister scolding him, telling him to focus on recovery and stop interfering with outdated plans that disrupted her overall arrangements.

Wang Sheng was rendered speechless.

It seemed that aside from armed combat, he had truly become useless.

At best, he could lead the resistance in the Three Realms, interfere slightly with the flow of the world's fate, and pass the time at home reading books.

When Mu Wanxuan left, she took away two entire rooms of comic books. Who knew how long they would last her between periods of cultivation?

"Having a hobby really isn't a bad thing."

Wang Sheng could not help but imagine that one day, before facing the countless gods and Buddhas, he would try to confuse his enemies by holding Spiritless and performing an embarrassing and cringey dance. Yaoyun would probably stab a few holes into him before he could, though.

With no better option, Wang Sheng lived an early retirement life. Aside from staying at home, he would occasionally go out, walk around, tend to birds and flowers, and write love letters to his senior sister, saving them to give her later.

Time passed quickly.

His days turned calm, leisurely, and uneventful.

As for inheriting the Great Dao of Creation, Nuwa had already arranged everything for him. Wang Sheng did not have to worry about it.

The Hua Republic developed rapidly, changing with each passing day. More and more cultivators ventured outward, and internal conflicts remained under control instead of escalating.

Although the outside world was somewhat chaotic, under the influence of the Hua Republic, nearby nations such as Sakura Island remained relatively stable.

The interaction between the Immortal Dao and technology led to the field of spirit energy studies' mature development, producing astonishing results.

At its core, once a civilization reached an advanced stage, the key issue became the efficiency of energy usage.

Immortal Dao civilization offered methods such as formations, talismans, restrictions, and immortal arts. Earth's technology provided its own answer, though somewhat skewed, with starship fleets and powerful main cannons.

Wang Sheng now found himself looking forward to the day when the rules of combat in the endless space would be rewritten.

Of course, that moment was still far away.

If a single cannon blast could not kill a Grand Dao Golden Immortal, then it was not enough to change the rules.

In the twelfth year after his senior sister left, Wang Sheng suddenly had an idea. He turned his attention to the strands of Chaos Spiritual Dawnlight within him.

This time, by sheer coincidence, he stumbled onto the solution to a problem that had troubled him for a long time. In the end, it... provoked heavenly might.

On that day, Wang Sheng summoned Ling Sheng and the Spirit-Stabilizing Tea Tree. He then held the small wooden sword he always carried and used his immortal power to draw out a strand of Spiritual Dawnlight.