I've announced that I'm destined to have many children, and my father has bestowed upon me

In the midst of laughter and conversation, the situation suddenly changed.

The terrifying battlefield, shrouded in endless divine light and impenetrable even to Zhao Daoting, suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

The next moment, a light rain of blood began to fall from the sky.

Every drop of rain contains a chilling energy; when it falls to the ground, it erodes the earth, creating bottomless pits.

Heaven and earth are sad!

This is an unusual phenomenon indicating the fall of a powerful figure from the Sendai realm!

The smiles on Zhao Daoting and his son Zhao Chen'an's faces froze instantly, and they both looked up at the vast sky.

Which ancestor of the Great Xia Dynasty?

died?

He was killed by Mo Yuqing just like that!

The thought had barely formed when a white figure plummeted helplessly from the heavens.

The white robes were now shockingly stained with blood, resembling a snow lotus withering in a pool of blood.

"Master!"

Xiao Chuchu let out a mournful cry, and her whole body transformed into a streak of light.

He rushed forward without hesitation and caught the falling figure steadily in mid-air.

Zhao Chen'an's heart clenched painfully.

He couldn't see the battle clearly, and he couldn't even sense it.

That level of combat was beyond his comprehension.

He can only see the results.

The once invincible Sendai Realm patriarch of the Great Xia Dynasty has fallen.

The price was Mo Yuqing's severe injuries and coma.

This peerless prodigy of the Hunyuan Sect paid an unimaginable price for the Great Zhou Dynasty and for Zhao Chen'an.

This kindness is too heavy.

"We won..."

Zhao Daoting muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

He looked at Mo Yuqing, who was being held in Xiao Chuchu's arms in the distance and whose breath was weak, and then glanced at the sky where blood rain was falling. The pent-up frustration in his chest vanished.

He took a deep breath, mustered all his spiritual power, and let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

"The Great Xia Ancestor has been slain! All troops, heed my command!"

"Returning in triumph!"

"Triumphant return!"

The sound transformed into rolling waves of sound, spreading throughout the entire Kunlong Ridge.

The hundreds of thousands of troops, who had been struggling to breathe under the pressure of the battle between the gods and immortals, erupted into a thunderous cheer after a brief silence!

"We won! We won!"

"Long live Your Majesty! Long live the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

"The Great Xia traitors are nothing more than this!"

The looming threat of national subjugation and annihilation that weighed on everyone's hearts vanished completely at this moment.

The ecstatic joy of surviving the ordeal transformed into a thunderous roar, converging into a soaring momentum that even dispersed some of the blood-red clouds in the sky.

On Kunlong Ridge, the flags of the Great Zhou Dynasty fluttered in the wind, more vibrant than ever before.

Zhao Chen'an, however, had no mind to enjoy the joy of victory.

He walked quickly to Xiao Chuchu's side, looking at Mo Yuqing in her arms, who was pale and had his eyes closed, and felt heavy-hearted.

He extended his fingers and gently placed them on Mo Yuqing's wrist.

Although the pulse was weak, it was still relatively steady.

Life is safe.

Zhao Chen'an felt somewhat relieved.

It seems that the "huge price" that Mo Yuqing mentioned refers to this severe injury and the possible regression in her cultivation.

"Chuchu, don't cry, your master is still alive."

Zhao Chen'an gently comforted her, draping a clean cloak over Mo Yuqing.

Xiao Chuchu nodded with tears in her eyes, carefully hugging her master, afraid that she would hurt her if she used too much force.

Zhao Chen'an raised his head and looked into the distance.

Hunyuan Sect.

We must go to Hunyuan Sect as soon as possible.

With the resources of a holy dynasty like the Hunyuan Sect, they must have a way to restore Mo Yuqing to her original state, or even further.

As for the Great Zhou...

Zhao Chen'an glanced back at Zhao Daoting, who was commanding the army with great enthusiasm and handling post-war matters.

This father emperor will handle everything.

He no longer needed to worry about what happened next.

……

half a month later.

The triumphant army finally returned to the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Before the caravan even entered the city, the clamor of voices could be clearly heard from several miles away inside the carriage.

The imperial city will welcome them from thirty li away!

All civil and military officials, as well as imperial relatives, left the city.

Countless ordinary people spontaneously took to the streets, crowding the imperial road leading to the palace, creating an unprecedented scene of massive crowds.

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

"May the Great Zhou Dynasty last ten thousand years! May the nation prosper forever!"

The deafening cheers rose in waves.

There were also some dissenting voices among the crowd.

"His Highness Prince Wei is valiant!"

"Without His Highness Prince Wei, where would we be today!"

Although these voices were not as unified as the cheers for the emperor, they were equally filled with heartfelt gratitude and respect.

After this battle, Zhao Chen'an's name has spread throughout the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.

He was no longer the good-for-nothing prince who had no knowledge, but a hero who saved the dynasty from peril.

However, Zhao Chen'an, inside the carriage, seemed uninterested in all of this.

He simply leaned quietly against the carriage wall, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked past the excited and enthusiastic faces towards the direction of the imperial city.

The glory of victory and the support of the people were nothing but fleeting clouds to him.

Right now, he only has one thing on his mind.

That child whom he jokingly called the Demon Child Reborn!

do not know……

What does he look like?

Doesn't it resemble yourself?

Will he be too naughty?

I wonder if Li Qingluan's aloof nature will become gentler after becoming a mother?

The carriage moved slowly forward, passing through a sea of ​​people.

Finally, they stopped in front of the palace gate.

Zhao Chen'an took a deep breath, pushed open the car door, and got out.

As far as the eye could see, there was a dense mass of civil and military officials kneeling down.

His gaze swept quickly across the crowd, finally settling on the front, where the three beautiful women were also looking at him.

They were holding two small babies in their arms.

Seemingly sensing the noise around them, one of the little ones started yelling and shouting along with the atmosphere.

The little hands were trying to grab the air outwards.

At this moment, Zhao Chen'an's world consisted only of those three beautiful figures and the little lives in their arms that haunted his dreams.

His pace quickened unconsciously; he practically flew up to the three women.

The surrounding shouts of "Long live the Emperor!" and the respectful kowtows of the officials all faded into a blurry background noise at this moment.

He opened his arms and embraced Wulanxue, Li Qingluan, and Liu Ruoshuang, along with the children in their arms, into a broad and warm embrace.

"I'm back."

All the words in the world can be summed up in these three simplest words.

The three delicate bodies in his arms trembled slightly, filled with joy, longing, and the relief of finally being able to land.

Zhao Chen'an loosened his arms, first lowered his head, and gently kissed Zhao Xiao's chubby little face, who was fast asleep in Wu Lanxue's arms.

The little guy smacked his lips, seemingly lost in a sweet dream, completely unaware that his father had already returned in triumph.

Then he looked at the baby in Li Qingluan's arms, and the little guy was also staring at Zhao Chen'an with curious big eyes!