Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying

At this moment, a message popped up in the game.

[In the year 123, Yang Qiangwei is pregnant.]

On the day of Yang Shi's funeral... the eldest child of the fourth generation of the Yang Family began to be conceived.

Yang Genshuo was suddenly moved, his eyes moist.

"Perhaps this is the legacy of the family..."

"The old generation will eventually die, and new life will continue endlessly..."

After this pregnancy, the siblings Yang Qianglin and Yang Qiangyuan also got married successively. They lived in a very good era, and because their talents were ordinary, they were not favored by the ancestors, which gave them more freedom in marriage.

Both of them and their Daoist couples were in love freely, very affectionate.

This war that destroyed a nation also made them cherish this hard-won love and peaceful life even more.

Maybe their descendants won't have great talent, maybe they will never be valued by the ancestor, but... such a free and unfettered stable life is what many people pursue their whole lives and never achieve.

Gains and losses, who can say for sure?

The continuous joyful events in the Yang Family diluted the news of Yang Shi's departure.

However, Yang Fujian always seemed somewhat despondent.

The physical body can be repaired, but his heart was in torment.

Late at night, Yang Fujian finally couldn't hold back anymore, kneeling in front of the ancestral shrine.

"Ancestor... Fujian as the Family Head should take the affairs of the family as his own responsibility. But with my beloved missing, I'm lost, my soul wandering, my heart tortured... please help me."

Sigh...

Yang Genshuo sighed.

"Fujian, that day was too chaotic, and I didn't notice her... but Mu Yu is a Great Demon at the fourth level of the Golden Core Stage, even Feng Yi couldn't silently take her away. I think... if she left without telling you, there must be some reason, don't you think?"

"Reason..."

Yang Fujian knelt in front of the shrine, unable to understand, but his heart... it hurt so much.

"Mu Yu... you promised me, when we win, we'll have a baby together..."

After sitting in the shrine for a whole night, Yang Fujian deeply bowed to the ancestor and Yang Shi's tablets.

"Ancestor, Father, I will be a good Family Head!"

Since the ancestor and father let him take the position, then he'll do it well!

'I believe... Mu Yu will definitely come back to find me.'

Thinking so, Yang Fujian proceeded to handle family affairs.

Not only the matters of the Yang Family, but also the affairs of the Martial Sect, and... the Xuan Stone Sect.

The Sect Leader and Deputy Sect Master of Xuan Stone Sect were both dead, they still needed to elect a new Sect Leader.

At the same time, there were many cultivators of the Danai Dynasty to take care of, those who died in this great war, and those who were transformed into Undead Demon Soldiers when Yang Fuqing still held the [Undying Demon Heart], all needed proper handling.

Additionally, there were a huge number of corpses from the demon and wind armies to deal with.

Yang Qiangzheng: "Can't finish eating them all, just can't."

Leaving all these corpses for Yang Qiangzheng to eat was unrealistic, if not frozen with top-quality Crystal Coffins, they would all rot very soon.

"Ask your brother which ones he wants? I'll save some for him, the rest... I'll burn."

Yang Fujian relayed this to Yang Qiangzheng through Yang Qiangjing.

And Yang Qiangzheng, who had been binge-eating among the Demon Clan these days, had already gained experience.

"First, eating the corpse of the same species, only the first one gives me a boost, subsequent ones barely increase, one of each demon is enough."

"Second, the purer and nobler the Demon Clan's bloodline, the better the talent I gain. By the way, sister, ask if there's a corpse of the Cat Soul Feather species? Don't hit, don't hit! I wasn't talking about Auntie Cat!"

Yang Genshuo noticed that his [One Life (Mortal Level)] talent had turned gray, it was a one-time talent, used up and gone.

With this near-death experience, Yang Qiangzheng feared death even more.

Only then he understood why Auntie Cat, though her combat power wasn't too high, was still considered a noble among demons... nine lives!

This inherited talent alone represented infinite possibilities.

Even as strong as a Flood Dragon Demon, isn't it just a matter of one sword?

"Oh right, make sure to keep the Flood Dragon Demon's corpse for me, it's a great supplement! I'll eat it when my realm is higher."

Yang Qiangjing rolled her eyes: "Need you to say? I already saved it for you."

"Where is it, where is it?"

"Keep it a secret, so you won't sneak off and eat while I'm not around... Is there anything else?"

"Tch! You miser, oh right, I have a third piece of advice, though it's more of a feeling... these days I've eaten so many from the Demon Clan, yet... I can't feel my life span increasing, unlike what the ancestors said."

Yang Genshuo glanced at Yang Qiangzheng, indeed, there was no life span increase.

"Could it be that only by eating those above the Golden Core from the Demon Clan can one's life span increase? That can't be right... before, when eating some Spirit Chickens or Spiritual Rabbits, my life span increased too!"

"How strange..."

Yang Genshuo reviewed Yang Qiangzheng's personal experiences, during these days, he used his [Corpse Digger] talent 60 times without a single increase in life span.

"Could there be a restriction?"

At this moment, Yang Genshuo looked over his talent again, as if he thought of something.

"Fujian, save some Demon Clan corpses for Xiao Zheng..."

"I understand, Patriarch."

There were still many follow-up tasks to handle here, but none of them were difficult problems, Yang Fujian needed some time to manage them.

Having just taken on the role of Family Head, Yang Fujian was also working hard to adapt.

Yang Qiangjing, acting as his little advisor, began to frequently give suggestions, often considering things more meticulously and thoroughly than Yang Fujian.

However, after this great battle, Yang Qiangjing's strategies became more conservative...

No longer as bold as before.

While organizing internal affairs, Yang Fujian also secretly sent people to search for his Daoist companion, Mu Yu.

"Patriarch, the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance has lost the Xuan Jiao, twelve Golden Core Stage great demons have died, only eight remain. Through this battle, the Fierce Sun Dynasty has seen through the treacherous ambitions of the demon-general-wind Three Armies, and has formed a strong alliance with us."

"Once I finish organizing internal affairs, I'll deploy troops to attack the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance! Unite the kingdoms and restore peace to our Danai Dynasty, what do you think?"

Yang Genshuo: "Good!"

Yang Fujian's style of doing things was becoming more bold and expansive.

With the [Ruyi Illusion Sword] in hand and clad in the [Myriad Transformation Spirit Clothes], he achieved the set effect [Spirit Ascension], his already formidable Realm increasing greatly!

"With this Treasure Clothes, my endurance has significantly increased, and [Divine Power·Evil Breaking] can be used more times..."

"With this Divine Skill, if my physical body could be stronger... it would be even better."

"For martial cultivators, the strength of the physical body is fundamentally dependent on Qi-Blood... I cultivate Divine Sense with the 'Visualization Technique', cultivate True Qi with the 'Seeking Truth Technique', but lack a Cultivation Technique that can hone Qi-Blood to the Nirvana Realm."

The previous Cultivation Techniques were too outdated and did not even have the concept of Nirvana, how could they possibly cultivate to the Nirvana Realm.

Not to mention reaching Nirvana afterwards.

The three fundamentals of martial cultivation: Qi-Blood, Divine Sense, True Qi.

Yang Fujian practiced Spiritual and Martial Dual Cultivation, also cultivating in spiritual power, but his talent was indeed mediocre... just an ordinary cultivator with Five Spirit Roots, likely ineligible for the Golden Core Stage in this lifetime.

So he focused more on his martial cultivation talents.

"Creating a Cultivation Technique that can massively accumulate Qi-Blood for martial cultivators like us would be an immeasurable merit..."

Yang Fujian stood on the city wall, looking at the mountain of demon-general-wind Three Armies corpses outside, recalling his nephew Yang Qiangzheng's talent, a sudden flash of inspiration.

"Once I finish organizing internal affairs, I'll dispatch troops to attack the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance! Unite the kingdoms and restore peace to our Danai Dynasty, what do you think?"

Yang Genshuo: "Good!"

Yang Fujian's style of doing things was becoming more bold and expansive.

With the [Ruyi Illusion Sword] in hand and clad in the [Myriad Transformation Spirit Clothes], he achieved the set effect [Spirit Ascension], his already formidable Realm increasing greatly!

"With this Treasure Clothes, my endurance has significantly increased, and [Divine Power·Evil Breaking] can be used more times..."

"With this Divine Skill, if my physical body could be stronger... it would be even better."

"For martial cultivators, the strength of the physical body is fundamentally dependent on Qi-Blood... I cultivate Divine Sense with the 'Visualization Technique', cultivate True Qi with the 'Seeking Truth Technique', but lack a Cultivation Technique that can hone Qi-Blood to the Nirvana Realm."

The previous Cultivation Techniques were too outdated and did not even have the concept of Nirvana, how could they possibly cultivate to the Nirvana Realm.

Not to mention reaching Nirvana afterwards.

The three fundamentals of martial cultivation: Qi-Blood, Divine Sense, True Qi.

Yang Fujian practiced Spiritual and Martial Dual Cultivation, also cultivating in spiritual power, but his talent was indeed mediocre... just an ordinary cultivator with Five Spirit Roots, likely ineligible for the Golden Core Stage in this lifetime.

So he focused more on his martial cultivation talents.

"Creating a Cultivation Technique that can massively accumulate Qi-Blood for martial cultivators like us would be an immeasurable merit..."

Yang Fujian stood on the city wall, looking at the mountain of demon-general-wind Three Armies corpses outside, recalling his nephew Yang Qiangzheng's talent, a sudden flash of inspiration.

"This is it"