In the blink of an eye, another half year had passed.
During these six months, many were drawn to the Seven-Colored Gourd Mountain by the light it emitted, all eager to enter.
However, they were all chased away by Qin Chuan.
Although these people were resentful, they knew the situation was beyond their control. Being unable to defeat him, they dared not make a fuss and retreated quietly.
The title of "Great Demon King Qin Chuan" spread even further. Many recently revived ancient powerhouses had also heard of him. Some laughed it off, some scoffed, and some dismissed it outright.
However, no one came to trouble Qin Chuan. After all, no one was foolish enough to seek unnecessary conflict.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Finally, on this day, the Seven-Colored Gourd Mountain began to shake violently, and its peak split open on both sides.
"Whoosh!"
A figure rushed out in panic—it was Qin Zi.
Not long after he emerged, the entire Seven-Colored Gourd Mountain exploded violently.
"Boom!"
The massive Seven-Colored Gourd Mountain shattered into countless fragments, and the terrifying shockwave tore everything within a thousand miles to shreds.
Naturally, Qin Chuan's estate was the first to be hit, instantly disintegrating into dust as if it had been weathered away.
Qin Chuan, who had been drinking tea in the courtyard, watched as the shockwave approached. His cup, the stone table in front of him, and everything around him vanished into smoke, but he remained in the same posture, holding his cup.
"Die!!!"
At that moment, a desperate and savage roar erupted from the smoky ruins of the Seven-Colored Gourd Mountain. Suddenly, a massive hook shot out—it was a black, menacing scorpion tail.
"Father, help me!"
Qin Zi screamed miserably in the sky.
"Ding! The remnant will of the Scorpion King, who is as powerful as the Lingxiao Realm, has developed killing intent toward your son. In line with the principle that a father's love is as great as a mountain and a father must always win, your cultivation will be elevated to the Lingxiao Realm, and you will be invincible in this realm!"
The system's voice echoed in Qin Chuan's mind.
Instantly, Qin Chuan felt his consciousness ascend from his mind's palace, soaring directly to the center of the Heavenly Palace, to the Lingxiao Hall.
His power surged explosively, his aura swallowing the heavens!
"Whoosh!"
With a flash, Qin Chuan appeared in front of Qin Zi. He raised his right hand to grab the scorpion tail that was fiercely stabbing toward him.
"Boom!"
The massive scorpion tail, as large as an inverted mountain, clashed with Qin Chuan's right hand, creating a violent shockwave.
Yet Qin Chuan stood firm in the sky, as steady as a mountain, his body unmoving.
His right hand held the massive scorpion tail aloft, while his left hand remained behind his back. His white robes and black hair danced wildly in the fierce winds.
"Father?!"
Qin Zi exclaimed in shock.
He had instinctively called for help, not expecting his father to actually show up. The surprise and emotion he felt at that moment were indescribable.
"Stand back."
Qin Chuan turned his head and said in a deep voice.
"Okay!"
Qin Zi nodded excitedly. He knew that his father was about to suppress the Scorpion King's remnant spirit.
"Die!"
A roar echoed again from the smoke. A colossal black scorpion emerged, charging straight at Qin Chuan.
This scorpion wasn't a physical entity, but its aura was violent, bloodthirsty, and as if it had crawled out of a sea of corpses and blood.
"Hmph!"
Qin Chuan's right hand shook, and a powerful force surged along the scorpion tail, ultimately impacting the scorpion's body.
"Boom!!"
A crisp sound echoed as the black shell of the scorpion shattered into pieces, and several of its legs were blown off.
"You…"
The scorpion screeched in horror, as if trying to say something, but before it could, Qin Chuan punched it, instantly blasting it apart!
"Boom!"
Another mushroom cloud erupted in the sky, the shockwave spreading in all directions, shaking the heavens.
"This…"
Qin Zi stared blankly at the scene. The terrifying monster that had almost driven him to despair had been obliterated by his father just like that?
So easily?
He had thought that, after spending time in the Seven-Colored Gourd Mountain with accelerated time and numerous opportunities, the gap between him and his father had narrowed.
But now, he realized that he had been overly optimistic.
At this moment, Qin Chuan also noticed Qin Zi's cultivation level.
This kid had somehow reached the Divine Bridge Realm during his time in the Seven-Colored Gourd Mountain!
"Not bad."
Qin Chuan praised him, then flew with Qin Zi toward their secluded mountain home.
Before long, Qin Chuan noticed something unusual—the distance to home had grown again!
This indicated that the Nine Heavens Realm had expanded many times over in the past six months, with many new mountains, rivers, and lakes appearing.
At this rate, the Nine Heavens Realm would soon become unrecognizable, transformed into a place he no longer knew.
After they returned home.
Qin Zi immediately began reporting his experiences inside the Seven-Colored Gourd Mountain to Qin Chuan.
The flow of time inside the mountain was hundreds of times faster than outside, meaning he had spent several decades cultivating in there!
Moreover, he had absorbed many precious resources.
For example, the Heavenly Spirit Roots, the Purifying Divine Spring, and the mysterious liquid the Scorpion King had collected. It was because he stole this milky white liquid that the Scorpion King's remnant had pursued him.
"Father, although I gained many opportunities inside, I think the most valuable one is this."
Qin Zi took out a shimmering, seven-colored seed and said, "This seed was sealed in the center of the Seven-Colored Gourd Mountain, protected by many formations. I barely managed to obtain it with my life."
"A gourd seed?"
Qin Chuan's expression became strange.
First a Gourd Mountain, then a Scorpion King, and now a gourd seed—how could he not start thinking of certain things?
Images formed in his mind.
A small thatched hut stood on the edge of a cliff, with a gourd trellis in front of it. Seven gourds, each a different color, swayed on the vine, happily calling him "Grandpa."
"Father, is something wrong?"
Seeing his father's odd expression, Qin Zi asked curiously.
"Heh, nothing. I just remembered something from the past."
Qin Chuan smiled and shook his head.
At any time, he could brush things off as "something from the past," given that he had a "long history."
"Do you know what this gourd seed does?" Qin Zi asked.
Qin Chuan glanced at him with a half-smile and said, "It's a seed. What do you think it does?"
"Could it be that if we plant it, it will grow into immortal herbs or divine fruits?" Qin Zi's eyes lit up, and his breathing quickened.
"Maybe."
Qin Chuan smiled mysteriously but said no more.
He didn't dare say much!
Because he didn't actually know. The more definitive he was now, the more likely he'd embarrass himself later.
He planned to plant the seed in his inner world. If something did grow, he could tell Qin Zi. If nothing happened... he could quietly dig it up, put it in a box, and pretend nothing had occurred.
"I just remembered! There's still a crab trapped in the pit! I haven't been home in so long, I wonder if it's escaped."
Suddenly, Qin Zi exclaimed.
"Go check it out. Oh, and take this one with you as well."
Qin Chuan smiled and, with a wave of his hand, tossed the bound Dragon Emperor out from his inner world.
"This is... the Dragon Emperor?!"
Qin Zi was shocked, but his eyes soon sparkled. The stronger the opponent, the more exciting it was for him to humiliate them!
"A nobleman would rather die than be humiliated! What do you intend to do to me... mmmph!"
The Dragon Emperor, seeing Qin Zi's sinister grin, instinctively sensed danger and tried to curse them. However, before he could finish, a smelly sock was stuffed into his mouth.
"Heh, it doesn't matter who you are. If you fall into my hands, you'll be spending your time in the pit!"
Qin Zi sneered, lifting the Dragon Emperor as if he were a crab bound in straw and dragging him outside.