Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Under the protection of the golden lotus, Yang Ping'an's divine sense and cultivation from the Douluo World safely returned to the Fox Demon World via the Dao Rhyme Ocean.

When he returned, he caused a huge scene in the Douluo Continent, but when he returned to the Fox Demon World, he did so quietly, without even disturbing Yang Yitan, who was meditating and cultivating in the next room.

With a thought, Yang Ping'an withdrew the Chaos Golden Lotus he was sitting cross-legged on. The golden lotus spun and shrank, disappearing into Yang Ping'an's sea of ​​consciousness.

Yang Ping'an stood up. The room was exactly as it had been before he left: a desk, a chair, and three swords hanging on the wall. The room was spotless, showing that someone had diligently cleaned and tidied it while Yang Ping'an was engrossed in Douluo Continent.

Yang Ping'an cautiously stepped out of the house. A bright moon hung in the sky, and the night breeze rustled through the bamboo grove. The world was quiet and desolate.

Standing on his hometown soil, Yang Ping'an felt a deep sense of peace wash over him. Birds yearn for their old forests, fish long for their familiar ponds. No matter where a wanderer goes, the love for their homeland will always be the softest spot in their heart.

"Hoo~~" Yang Ping'an took a deep breath of the fresh, earthy scent and couldn't help but miss his original home, that blue planet. He wondered if anyone would notice his disappearance.

Yang Ping'an sighed inwardly, slowly dispelling his sorrow and regaining his composure. In the world of fox spirits, he had relatives like Yang Yitan, Old Master Yang, Yang Yan, and his uncle and aunt; he had a beautiful and divine companion like Dongfang Huaizhu; and he had like-minded, albeit mischievous, friends like Wang Quanba and Wang Quanzui. These bonds were things Yang Ping'an could not let go of, things he would cherish and protect for the rest of his life.

Yang Ping'an looked up at the bright moon, and the image of Dongfang Huaizhu gradually replaced the moon. Yang Ping'an's eyes were hazy, and he reached out his hand, wanting to hold the beauty's hand and convey his longing to the beauty in the distance.

At Shenhuo Mountain Villa, Dongfang Huaizhu, dressed in a nightgown with her long hair cascading down her shoulders, rested her chin on her hand and leaned against the window, gazing at the bright moon in the sky. As if sensing Yang Ping'an's longing, she reached out a hand as if to hold her lover from afar.

Though separated by thousands of miles, the two lovers, as if by telepathy, yearn for each other under the moon.

With the moon high in the sky, Yang Ping'an lowered his arms, feeling invigorated. He sensed Dongfang Huaizhu beside him. Although only a month had passed in the Fox Demon World, Yang Ping'an's consciousness had traversed nearly ten years in the other world.

Yang Ping'an spent some time adjusting his memories and reconnecting with the memories of the fox demon world.

Yang Ping'an composed himself and returned to his room the same way he came, without disturbing Yang Yitan, who was cultivating in the next room. After learning of Yang Ping'an's cultivation level, Yang Yitan, feeling ashamed that his cultivation was inferior to the younger Yang Ping'an, was motivated to work harder. He wanted to break through to the late stage of Refining Essence into Qi as soon as possible and catch up with Yang Ping'an.

Yang Ping'an returned to his room and sat cross-legged on the futon. He had to admit, the futon was incredibly firm. Seeing the handwriting on it, a slight smile curved his lips. He remembered that the crooked character "Yang" was one he had written while practicing calligraphy, and because of it, he had almost been punished by Old Master Yang.

Yang Ping'an still vividly remembers the scene.

When Yang Ping'an was three years old, Grandpa Yang took over the education of Yang Ping'an and Yang Yitan. By chance, Grandpa Yang saw Yang Ping'an's handwriting, which was comparable to heavenly script. Grandpa Yang remembered that his eyes widened in disbelief. After that, Yang Ping'an's free time was greatly reduced. In addition to practicing martial arts every day, he also had to practice calligraphy and copying books as a compulsory subject. It even affected innocent bystanders. Under Grandpa Yang's heavy pressure, Yang Yitan tragically began to live the same life as Yang Ping'an.

Yang Ping'an wrote calligraphy with a pen his whole life, and later, when he started working, he used a computer to type. You can imagine how terrible his handwriting was when he first touched a brush. The character "Yang" on the prayer mat is his masterpiece.

When Yang Ping'an first acquired the calligraphy brush, he was so eager to leave his mark on all the furniture. Unfortunately, the great writer died before he could achieve his goal. He had just secretly painted a few strokes in his room when he was caught red-handed by Old Master Yang.

To teach Yang Ping'an a lesson, Old Master Yang watched as Yang Ping'an personally cleaned away the other writings, leaving only the futon as a warning, constantly reminding Yang Ping'an not to be too impulsive.

Yang Ping'an's exceptional aptitude led him to excel in calligraphy, particularly in small seal script, where his strokes became incredibly refined, rounded, vigorous, and fluid, leaving even his calligraphy teacher in awe. He also mastered phoenix-patterned cloud seal script, writing with such fluid grace that his grandfather marveled at him as a master of talisman drawing.

Recalling the amusing and sometimes absurd events of his childhood, Yang Ping'an smiled easily. How happy his childhood was! That's how people are; as children, we always look forward to growing up, but when we look back, we realize that childhood is the most carefree time of our lives—the sky is blue, the water is clear, and we have our parents by our side.

No matter how much time passes, these experiences will always shine brightly in my memory.

Picking up fallen flowers in the morning and gathering them in the evening is not necessarily a bad thing.

"Why am I being so sentimental?" Yang Ping'an gently tapped his head and muttered to himself. But he couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

Yang Ping'an collected his thoughts and calmed down to examine his gains from his return from the Douluo God Realm.

In addition to the Chaos Golden Lotus and the Dao Fruit Seed, Yang Ping'an's sea of ​​consciousness now contains three new members: two sets of Ice and Fire Dragon Scale Divine Armor, one red and one blue, and an illusory fruit.

Yang Ping'an glanced at the armor with its divine light contained. The armor floated quietly in his sea of ​​consciousness. Perhaps because of the refining method, these two pieces of armor did not conflict with the fox demon world.

He planned to reforge the two armors in a couple of days. Although the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings possessed the ultimate ice and fire attributes in the Douluo God Realm during their lifetime, these attributes were no longer pure after their demise. Yang Ping'an intended to neutralize the attributes within the two divine armors while retaining their ability to absorb and filter spiritual energy.

Yang Ping'an decided to enhance the armor's defensive and amplifying functions, adding other materials to increase its strength. His entourage already possessed ample offensive capabilities. As for precious refining materials, he didn't need to worry too much; his self-created minor divine ability of transforming reality into illusion was more than capable of handling it. Yang Ping'an's divine sense firmly grasped this wondrous minor divine ability, making the creation of materials that didn't involve the soul a piece of cake.

After carefully observing the two divine armors and confirming that there were no hidden dangers, Yang Ping'an stopped paying attention to them.

Yang Ping'an carefully sensed the illusory fruit with his divine sense. He knew that this was the result of his cultivation in the Douluo World, but he didn't know how it had become like this.

The fruit was shaped like a silver apple, its surface shimmering with a golden and silver light. Yang Ping'an could sense the immense, restrained energy within the fruit, comparable to his own perfected Qi Refining cultivation.

Yang Ping'an carefully probed the fruit with his divine sense, and he received the information about the fruit. A happy smile appeared on Yang Ping'an's face.