"Gale."
Su Wen contemplated for a long time before suddenly speaking.
"Master."
A ripple disturbed the air, from which emerged Gale's ten-meter form. Despite reaching the million-year level, Gale remained at ten meters, faint purple patterns at the corners of his eyes, a mystical aura surrounding him, standing atop clouds with a long staff, exuding a unique charm.
"How did it feel inheriting Wind God's legacy?" Su Wen asked.
"He was very enthusiastic and greatly valued my bloodline. If I am willing, I can probably accept his legacy," Gale considered.
"Huh... I see."
Su Wen pondered.
The core question now was the upper limit of these mini-worlds inside the Poke Balls. Their advantages were obvious; each world was tailored to its beast, perfect for reaching godhood.
A divine beast in its own world, and the world fed back into the pet, maximizing potential.
He just didn't know the final limit.
Could these worlds sustain a first-degree god, or even a Godking? At present, at just the million-year level, it was far from enough...
The vast forest here likely took up a quarter of Douluo Star.
New life was evolving—monkeys, insects, tigers.
Mostly, these were soul beasts.
"Oh, well. I'll wait and see..."
Su Wen shook his head.
Once he advanced to god level, all these mini-worlds would undergo explosive growth. If they could reach five Douluo planets in area, then... he'd reconsider.
"Dad?!!"
Lan Fozi staggered, staring at the jubilant thousand-year-old giant whale below.
It was like seeing your dad—murdered in childhood—return as a baby in swaddling clothes while you'd grown up.
What was stranger, her mother was completely convinced that this was her father.
"Ooo~"
The giant whale let out a distant sound.
"Yes, child..."
The Demon Empress caressed her daughter's head tenderly. "This is your father. Although...he comes from tens of thousands of years in the past."
"What about the me and you from thousands of years ago?" Lan Fozi pressed the core point.
"He can travel back twenty thousand years, moving across timelines. Eventually the timelines will merge, so you needn't worry."
Su Wen's calm voice echoed.
With an amiable smile, he quipped that when it came to time and space, few could compare—even leaping from intense battle to millennia in the future in a heartbeat.
"Who are you?!" Lan Fozi's heart skipped. As a hundred-thousand-year soul beast turned human at the Title Douluo level, she hadn't sensed his presence at all.
"Master," her mother knelt respectfully, making Lan Fozi even more nervous.
"You can call me the God of Time and Space. Having dwelled through so many timelines, even I can barely remember my original name," Su Wen answered gently.
"God of Time and Space." Lan Fozi's eyes went wide.
Her throat tightened.
She wanted to call him a fraud; all of this was far too strange—her mother summoning all high Elders, the magic tower running with blood, and kneeling before this stranger.
"Henceforth, your family will be reunited. But Demon Empress, you must atone for your old crimes..."
Su Wen sighed softly.
Only the Demon Empress was left kneeling, her gaze dim.
"I am willing to atone in her stead!" Lan Fozi cried out urgently.
"You think you're clean?" Su Wen grinned.
"Every cent of the Holy Spirit Cult's plunder—wealth and resources—has the blood and tears of innocents on it. Since you used it, you must bear the consequences..."
"Sir, I know my sins and am willing to pay, but she..." The Demon Empress lifted her head pleadingly, "Could you let her stay by your side?"
"Mother!!" Lan Fozi blurted.
"..."
"What about me? What do you want me to do?"
Lan Fozi crossed her arms, her tone a little sulky.
Shoulder-length blue hair, a beautiful face, looking about twenty-two or twenty-three, in the bloom of youth. She pouted and lightly kicked the ground, obviously displeased.
"Apply for a teaching job at Federation Spirit Transmission Academy. Since you're atoning by following me, you should at least make yourself useful—pouring tea isn't needed, but your Title Douluo-level strength is. Not bad," Su Wen said, sipping his tea without looking up.
"Federation Spirit Transmission Academy? When was that built?" Lan Fozi was surprised.
Though part of the Holy Spirit Cult, she was familiar with human powers online.
With Shrek Academy's strength, would the Federation dare intervene at Shrek City? Shrek Academy and Tang Sect had absolute control in that place! Even against the Federation, they would prevail.
"A month ago."
Gu Yuena exited the training room, responding to the girl. She draped an arm over Su Wen's shoulder, bent down, her multi-colored eyes flickering with curiosity.
Bringing home another woman?
"Lan Fozi, daughter of the Demon Empress," Su Wen explained.
"You are..."
Lan Fozi's eyes narrowed.
Soul beasts fought much more directly. When it came to bloodline pressure, it was even more intense. Even though the sun blazed and the weather was fine, Lan Fozi was instantly engulfed in a deep and suffocating abyss—utterly terrified.
Like she might get swallowed alive any second.
"Gulp..."
"Dragon God," Gu Yuena said blandly, red lips curled, extending a pale hand.
"Blue... Lan Fozi... Deep Sea Demonic Whale clan."
Lan Fozi bowed instantly, clearly overborne, her face paling as she forced herself to shake Gu Yuena's hand.
"Enough."
A voice cut through, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds, pulling her up from the ocean depths.
"Go and apply for the teaching job. Remember, keep your Holy Spirit Cult habits out of here..." Su Wen still lay lazily on the lounge chair, basking in the sun.
"Huff, huff..."
Lan Fozi gasped, uncertain but grateful as she finally released Gu Yuena's hand and hurried off.
"Heh."
Gu Yuena, still in a black tank top and combat boots, gave a faint look at the fleeing Lan Fozi. She strode over and straddled Su Wen's lap.
Her sparkling eyes held a hint of mischief. "Did your heart ache?"
"An initiation is fine, but don't be too harsh..." Su Wen replied helplessly.
He felt only darkness and a swaying softness before him, but gently wrapped his arms around the beauty's slender waist, exhaling deeply.
"This is nothing," Gu Yuena muttered, discontent.
"As a soul beast, she's my subject."
"I only used one-tenth of my dragon's might."
"Now that you're at the million-year level and have the Dragon God's Heart, your 'dragon might' is indistinguishable from the Dragon God's. Ordinary dragons would have their livers burst from the pressure—let alone a deep-sea demonic whale," Su Wen said, gently squeezing her as he spoke.
"Fine." Gu Yuena's cheeks reddened, her mind wandering elsewhere.
"Then I still want more tonight."
"..."
A smile curled Su Wen's lips. He said nothing, just gently pressed Gu Yuena's head down.
The beauty's gaze was charming as she rolled her eyes at him, her cheeks puffed like a hamster.
And so she got to work.
Su Wen slowly closed his eyes.
"We're home!"
Na'er burst into the house.
But found no one in sight. She turned back to see Su Wen still lounging, Gu Yuena snuggled in his arms, pale hands around his neck, her lovely face flushed. The air was tinged with a strange new scent.
"Hmph~"
Gu Yue crossed her arms, watching this 'dog couple' with clenched teeth.
Every day! Every day! Every day was like this!!
Why weren't they tired of it?
Was that kind of thing really so addictive?
So...so shameful.
"I'm going to take a bath..." Gu Yuena stood, stretched lazily, black tank and shorts showing off long stretches of fair skin. Her figure was simply stunning...
Sitting on a chair just wasn't enough. Next time, she'd move the bed—
"Tch~~"
Gu Yue rolled her eyes. Showing off her figure again!
"Are you tired, Dad? Have some dessert. Na'er bought this at school—super tasty~"
But looking over, Gu Yue saw Na'er stuffing sweets into Su Wen's mouth, beaming as she gently wiped away crumbs, then massaging his shoulders.
Gu Yue: "..."
Crap!
How are they all trying to outdo me now!
Na'er, I can't believe you!
We spend all day learning and training and are the ones who should be exhausted. This guy just lazes around on a bench all day—what's he got to be tired from?
"Today, we ran into an Abyssal Plane creature," Na'er said suddenly, startling Su Wen out of his massage-induced daze.
"Someone from the Abyssal Plane?" Su Wen was stunned.
"Yeah. Her true form feels very powerful—at least the same as the Abyssal Sage King. But for some reason, she gave up her form, became human, and came to Douluo Star..." Na'er explained.
"..."
Su Wen's eyes flashed with shock as a name popped into his mind.
Crimson Mother...
Well now.
Douluo Star really is something special.
No wonder it was once where the Goddess of Love fell.
If the Goddess of Love still lived, her divinity would be hotly contested. Otherwise, if Tang San got it, he'd be tortured for sure...
If even Godkings could be fooled, treated like playthings...
Tsk tsk tsk.
Getting back to the point.
That's Crimson Mother!
He'd always been fretting over how to drive her away—a Godking-level enemy watching Douluo Star was no joke. Even if Gu Yuena could briefly return to Godking status and scare her off, it couldn't last.
Right now, he only had one 'Godking Trial Card'.
He never expected she'd deliver herself to his door!
Truly...
Wonderful!
The Goddess of Love had earned merit.
"..."
After a moment, Su Wen asked, "Did she see through you two?"
"Seems so," Gu Yue replied. "But she took us for dragon clan—she spoke as if we were kin and knew about the past between dragons and humans..."
"All the better."
Su Wen smiled.
Since Crimson Mother had come to Douluo Star, she wasn't leaving easily—unless she blew her soul ring, that is.
Still, he'd only left the Poke Ball for soul beasts, he'd never considered if Abyssal creatures—or even Crimson Mother—could be stored...
"I'll be going into seclusion for a few days," Su Wen considered.
"When the time comes, bring her here..."
Patting Gu Yue and Na'er on the head, his gaze slowly grew solemn. After being stuck at Title Douluo for so long, it was time to break through.
He was hurrying to boost his strength, in preparation for forging his own four-word battle armor.
Though the theory said all pieces of a four-word armor should be made from heavenly-refined metal, in practice that was impossible—there was only one divine blacksmith and the chances of a successful heavenly refinement were so low. Even if he worked non-stop all his life, he could never meet demand.
Most four-word armors only included some parts made from heavenly-refined metal.
But Su Wen's goal—a truly all-heavenly-refined battle armor...