Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 410 The Empress Enters the Realm of Immortals on Earth

Lin Chen continued to live a "shameless" life.

During the day, I sunbathe, drink tea, and eat fruit; at night… cough cough.

It's the kind of plot that would get censored if written down.

The girls initially lined up obediently, but thinking that Lin Chen's health was the most important thing, they decided to go all out.

Yao Yao was the bravest and rushed in with Lan Fenghuang.

Liu Shengxue remained calm, but kept up with her pace.

Liu Sheng Piaopiao was the most nervous. She spent half an hour mentally preparing herself before going in, and came out completely red.

Shan Lingkongya was the quietest, making no sound throughout, but when she came out, she lowered her head and dared not look at the other women.

Da Shuang and Xiao Shuang went in together, and when they came out, they were supporting each other, their faces flushed.

Ah Yue was the most thoughtful; before going in, she even brought a bowl of soup, saying, "Your Highness, please have some soup to nourish your body."

Lingbo didn't go.

But she sat on the roof all night and didn't come down.

As for the effect?

That's really top-notch.

Lin Chen's dantian, like a parched land, finally received spring rain.

On the first day, a shallow layer of true essence appeared at the bottom of the dantian, like a small puddle after rain, and the meridians recovered by about half.

On the third day, the true essence gathered into a stream, flowing slowly through the meridians, and the damage to the meridians was mostly healed.

On the seventh day, the stream turned into a tributary, flowing ceaselessly, and the damage to the meridians was completely restored.

By the tenth day—

Lin Chen opened his eyes, feeling the surging true energy within his body, and let out a long breath.

My body has recovered to its peak condition, and has even improved slightly.

Moreover... the girls' cultivation levels are also rising rapidly.

Yao Yao jumped directly from the early stage of the Celestial Realm to the late stage.

Liu Shengxue broke through to the peak of Grandmaster.

Liu Sheng Piaopiao also broke through to the Grandmaster level.

Ah Yue, Da Shuang, Xiao Shuang, and Shan Ling Kong Ya have reached the threshold of becoming a Grandmaster.

Lan Fenghuang herself was only a hair's breadth away from the late stage of the Celestial Realm.

It can be described as a win-win situation.

The kind of feeling where you're completely numb from winning.

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They refused to leave the northern city.

Zhao Zilong stood on the city wall, looking at the distant mountain shadows.

The eight Vajra Guardians stood behind him, each with a solemn expression.

Zhao Zilong suddenly spoke up: "We need to speed up our cultivation progress."

He paused, then said in a low voice, "In the future, celestial beings, and even terrestrial immortals, will all be ants."

"Perhaps only a celestial being has a glimmer of hope."

The eight Vajra Warriors nodded in unison, their faces resolute.

Zhou Tong scratched his head: "General, celestial beings... that's too far-fetched, isn't it?"

Zhao Zilong glanced at him: "Far away?"

Then he turned to look at the mountain, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"It's not far away now."

"When the world changes drastically, anything is possible."

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The capital city, the imperial palace.

Ever since Lin Chen unleashed his peak Celestial Immortal power that day.

The fortunes of the Dayan Dynasty surged at an incredible speed.

At the same time, the true essence in the Empress's dantian was circulating wildly, like a giant dragon churning.

The unseen imperial fortune was growing at a visible rate, surging into her body.

Like the tide, wave after wave, endlessly.

With each breath, energy flows in.

With each heartbeat, strength increases.

The Empress closed her eyes, feeling the surging power within her.

The bottleneck at the peak of the Celestial Realm was broken through effortlessly.

The empress suddenly opened her eyes, a flash of golden light appearing in them.

A powerful aura erupted from her, soaring into the sky.

A golden beam of light suddenly appeared in the cloudless blue sky above the capital city.

It wasn't the domineering golden light that Lin Chen exuded.

Instead, it is a warm, soft, and sun-like gold.

A beam of light rose from the palace and pierced the sky.

The clouds in the sky were dyed gold by this golden light, as if they were covered with a layer of gold leaf.

Even more miraculously, countless golden petals appeared in the sky.

Petals fluttered down from the sky, like a golden snowfall.

Each petal emitted a faint glow.

The sunlight fell on the people of the capital, warm and comforting, like being basked in the sun.

Someone knelt down.

Someone cried.

Someone looked up to the sky and roared.

All the civil and military officials saw the pillar of light and knelt down, shouting "Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The sound traveled from the palace and spread throughout the entire capital.

Qingluan stood at the door of the Imperial Study, looking at the golden pillar of light, her eyes reddening.

His Majesty has finally broken through.

She wiped away her tears and whispered, "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

Inside the Imperial Study.

The empress stood by the window, looking at her own hands.

There was a faint golden sheen on my hand, like it was coated with a gold film.

She could feel that the true energy within her body was more than ten times stronger than before.

and……

She could sense that the entire Dayan Dynasty was within her perception range.

Every city, every river, every mountain.

The joys and sorrows of every ordinary person.

She could feel it all.

Is this the monarch of the Land of Immortals?

No.

more than.

The empress looked up at the sky.

She could feel a kind of...joy in the world.

Yes, it is joy.

It was as if the laws of heaven and earth were celebrating for her.

This joy was not because of her high level of cultivation.

Rather, it's because—she was the Empress of Dayan.

The Great Yan Dynasty was the strongest dynasty in the Eastern Region.

The stronger the national fortune of the Great Expansion, the stronger the fortune of heaven and earth.

The rules of heaven and earth are on her side.

The Empress smiled softly.

She reached out and touched her lower abdomen.

There, a tiny life is being conceived.

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Xiaosongshan.

Bai Mei stood in the courtyard, looking at the golden pillar of light in the sky.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes held a complex mix of emotions, as if a bottle of mixed feelings had been spilled.

"The rules of heaven and earth are trembling..."

He murmured, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"Could the Eastern Regions be that glimmer of hope?"

Monk Liaochen came out of the house, looked at the golden pillar of light in the southern sky, put his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

"Amitabha Buddha, the great fortune of the Great Expansion is truly as bright as the midday sun."

Jian Wusheng stood on the rooftop, holding his sword, looking at the golden pillar of light with no expression on his face.

But his fingers tapped lightly on the scabbard.

One, one, another.

Zhou Lie rushed out of the house, staring at the golden beam of light, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"Another...another terrestrial deity?"

Yun Yao followed behind him, her expression much calmer: "It's the Empress."

Zhou Lie was taken aback: "The Empress? That little girl who just broke through to the Celestial Realm not long ago?"

Yun Yao nodded.

Zhou Lie gasped, "That speed is even faster than mine."

Yun Yao glanced at him: "How many years have you been cultivating?"

Zhou Lie thought for a moment: "More than two hundred years."

Yun Yao then asked, "How many years has the Empress been cultivating?"

Zhou Lie opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Yun Yao said calmly, "So, let's not compete anymore, we can't compete."

Zhou Lie fell silent.

Bai Mei withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the group of them.

"Don't you guys think something's off about Lin Chen?"

Monk Liaochen raised an eyebrow: "Something's not right?"

"His cultivation level is improving at a completely illogical rate!"

"Didn't we previously speculate that he had a True Monarch-level expert behind him?" Jian Wusheng frowned slightly.

"That's just speculation," White-browed said in a deep voice.

"I've been studying Lin Chen's detailed information recently. A year and a half ago, he came back from Baihualou and seemed like a completely different person."

Then his cultivation level broke through and skyrocketed, and many subordinates appeared. No specific information about these people could be found; they seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

Yun Yao frowned: "You mean...they don't exist in this world?"