This was the best new year that Lin Jiufeng had.

With the little white cat and Princess Yulin around, Lin Jiufeng experienced the feeling of home, something he hadn't felt for a very long time.

This feeling was pretty good.

He chatted with Princess Yulin about Emperor Yuan.

Lin Jiufeng missed Emperor Yuan.

He really missed him a lot.

After coming to this world, the first person Lin Jiufeng acknowledged in his heart was Emperor Yuan.

Lin Jiufeng had always felt guilty about Emperor Yuan's death. He had always wanted to revive Emperor Yuan.

Lin Jiufeng had already learned the technique to revive Emperor Yuan, but he still couldn't execute it.

During their dinner, Princess Yulin and the little white cat drank too much and fallen asleep while hugging each other.

The Immortal Drunk was worthy of its name. The little white cat and Princess Yulin were both very powerful, but they were still drunk.

Only Lin Jiufeng wasn't drunk, just slightly tipsy.

After settling Princess Yulin and the little white cat down, Lin Jiufeng left the Cold Palace.

On the night of the new year, the common people and children on the streets were all playing happily, their faces full of happy smiles.

There were old people supporting each other and strolling. Aging together from black hair to white hair, they were still loving each other.

There was a newlywed couple who looked at each other all the time.

There were two young and innocent young people fooling around and laughing heartily.

Lin Jiufeng stood in front of the Cold Palace and watched silently.

The atmosphere of the mortal world was quite unique.

The entire imperial capital was lit up, but the area of the Cold Palace was dark and cold.

Fortunately, there was the [Light of the Homes] above Lin Jiufeng's head. It was swaying slightly, emitting weak lights that lengthened Lin Jiufeng's shadow.

Lin Jiufeng watched for a while before leaving the Cold Palace.

He headed for the royal cemetery.

It was very quiet here. The guards guarding the royal cemetery were also resting tonight.

Emperor Yuan and Emperor Ming's tomb were together.

Lin Jiufeng carried the last jar of Immortal Drunk over and cleaned the graves of Emperor Yuan and Emperor Ming. Then, he sat down and silently poured the wine, scattering it on the ground. He quietly looked at the two graves.

After a long time!

Lin Jiufeng then said, "The Yuhua God Dynasty is developing very well now. Emperor De has a lot of ideas and is also very capable. He managed the Yuhua God Dynasty until it became more prosperous with each passing day. The common people don't have to worry about food and clothing anymore. The dynasty has truly achieved the status of taking care of the old and providing support for the young. You guys can rest assured now."

The evening breeze blew over, lifting Lin Jiufeng's hair. It wasn't very cold, but it was very gentle as if Emperor Yuan was telling Lin Jiufeng something.

"I'm good too," Lin Jiufeng said.

"I am the first False Immortal in the world now."

"I'm very powerful, but still not enough to revive the two of you. The stronger I am, the more I understand. Only then do I understand how difficult it is to cross the boundary of the Celestial Being Realm and break through the cycle of life and death."

"It will probably take a while for me to revive you guys. After I transcend the nine stages of lightning tribulation, it will probably be about time," Lin Jiufeng said calmly.

Emperor Yuan had been dead for almost a hundred years, Lin Jiufeng had long been unable to shed tears. He was just like chatting with his old friends to relieve some of his longing.

During the time that he was back, he didn't come to visit because he felt that he couldn't revive Emperor Yuan. Coming to see Emperor Yuan would only make him sad.

Tonight, Lin Jiufeng came because he missed Emperor Yuan too much.

Lin Jiufeng told Emperor Yuan about what had happened recently. After he finished talking, he realized that it was already dawn.

Lin Jiufeng patted his butt and got up to leave. He didn't say goodbye and just waved his hand.

When Lin Jiufeng returned to the Cold Palace, Princess Yulin and the little white cat just woke up.

The girl and cat wore an obviously hungover expression. They looked very dispirited, causing Lin Jiufeng to shake his head.

"If you can't drink, why did you drink so much? Have a good rest today. You can practice the sword tomorrow." Lin Jiufeng clicked his tongue and shook his head.

Princess Yulin drooped her head and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know what's so good about wine. I want to quit drinking."

The white cat nodded in agreement.

Lin Jiufeng said with emotion, "The first thought of people who are hungover is to quit drinking when they wake up. This saying is really true."

Princess Yulin swore. "I will never drink it again. If I drink it again, I will be a puppy."

"I'll be waiting to hear you bark," Lin Jiufeng said calmly. He turned around and left, not looking at the two drunkards.

The New Spring Festival was a joyous day for the Yuhua God Dynasty.

The entire world was intoxicated in it. Walking through the streets, relatives gathered, toasts were exchanged, and it was very lively.

Lin Jiufeng's Cold Palace was also quite lively.

After Princess Yulin's hangover ended, she began to practice her sword seriously.

After a few days, Emperor De came. He said that he wanted a gathering with his Big Grand-Uncle Lin Jiufeng at the end of the year.

Then, he took out a few jars of Immortal Drunk.

"Didn't I take them all?" Princess Yulin asked in surprise.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows. How can I let you know all of my wine hiding places?" Emperor De smiled gleefully.

Princess Yulin curled her lips. It wasn't interesting at all.

"Come, the three of us, grand-uncle, his nephew and niece, and the little white cat!"

"Let's raise a cup!" Emperor De raised his wine cup.

Princess Yulin also raised her wine cup.

But Lin Jiufeng stopped her.

He looked at her with a smile and said, "If you want to drink, bark like a puppy first."

Princess Yulin decisively opened her mouth: "Woof!"

Lin Jiufeng and Emperor De laughed out loud.

The white cat heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't swear this. Otherwise, it would be very weird for a cat to bark like a dog.

…

On this side, the entire country was celebrating the new year. On the other side, at Burial Mountain, many people had already quietly recovered.

These people were the backbone of the Taichu God Dynasty, descendants of the royal family.

On this Spring Festival, during the national celebration, they were having a serious meeting inside Burial Mountain.

The person who held this meeting was Lord Eight of the Taichu God Dynasty.

He was also Lord Nine's older brother.

He was born to the same mother as Lord Nine. There wasn't much difference in their looks. They both had hooked noses and deep eye sockets. When they stared at people, they were like hawks, full of oppression.

"It's been a month since we recovered. What news have you guys found while keeping a low profile this month?" Lord Eight asked with a slightly cold voice.

Below him were more than 20 members of the royal family who were all at the King Realm or above.

"Lord Eight, we gathered together the news that we investigated and discovered how Lord Nine died." Among the 20 plus people, one stood up and reported for all of them.

A cold light flickered in Lord Eight's eyes as he said coldly, "Speak!"

"I want to see who killed my younger brother. In this early stage of the recovery of spiritual energy, there's actually such a powerful person?" Lord Eight said coldly.

"Two months ago, Lord Nine was investigating the higher-ups of the Yuhua God Dynasty. When the time was ripe, he went to the imperial palace of the Yuhua God Dynasty. A huge battle happened in the imperial palace of the Yuhua God Dynasty that night, and everyone in the imperial capital noticed it," the person reporting said.

"You're saying that the Yuhua God Dynasty killed Lord Nine?" Lord Eight questioned.

"Yes, we can confirm that the killer is from the Yuhua God Dynasty," the person reporting said firmly.

Boom!

Lord Eight angrily slapped the table, and the stone table instantly turned into dust.

"Damn the Yuhua God Dynasty!" Lord Eight gritted his teeth and cursed, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Why does a so-called God Dynasty that has only been established for a few hundred years and was established in the early stages of the recovery of the world's spiritual energy have the power to kill someone of the Void Returning Realm?" Lord Eight asked after calming down.

"We have also investigated this matter. The Yuhua God Dynasty has a war machine and has also recruited a large number of powerhouses who recovered from the previous era," the person reporting said.

"War machine?" Lord Eight frowned. "That invincible puppet from the Zenith Heaven Path?"

"Yes, that's the one. But the war machine now has appeared too early, his combat strength isn't powerful at all. He's only at the Spirit Platform Realm, he can't kill Lord Nine who is at the Void Returning Realm," the person reporting said solemnly.

Lord Eight stared at him. "Then who killed him?"

"I don't know, but from the various documents, I deduced that this is the most mysterious trump card of the Yuhua God Dynasty, which is Emperor De's ancestor!" The person reporting said.

"Who is this person? Tell me in detail." Lord Eight became serious. Although he hated the Yuhua God Dynasty and wanted nothing more than to tear Emperor De of the Yuhua God Dynasty into pieces, he was also a careful hunter and knew how to observe the situation before making a move.

"We investigated the encounters of the Yuhua God Dynasty in the past years. After the recovery of the spiritual energy in the world started, every time there were various problems that the Yuhua God Dynasty couldn't solve, a person behind the scenes would take action and solve them with a crushing method, ensuring that the Yuhua God Dynasty developed steadily. That was why the Yuhua God Dynasty, which is currently suppressing the world, existed," the person who reported solemnly said.

"You're saying that if we want to destroy the Yuhua God Dynasty, we must eliminate this person hiding behind them?" Lord Eight asked.

"Yes, this is necessary. Every time this person behind the scenes makes a move, he always surprises people. From being weak at the beginning to being strong at the end, we suspect that he's not someone from this the previous era," the person reporting carefully said.

"What?" Lord Eight stood up in shock.

"Not someone from the previous era?" Lord Eight frowned. "Do you mean that this person behind the scenes is someone from this era? But instead, he used the recovery of the spiritual energy to constantly become stronger? Until now, he can even kill a Void Returning Realm cultivator like Lord Nine?"

"Although we find this incredible, there's no other explanation." The person reporting nodded.

"Preposterous!!!"

Lord Eight rebuked angrily.

"Do you guys know how long the fastest record for a person from the Qi Training Realm to the Sinkhole Realm is?"

"800 years!"

"An entire 800 years, and this is the record set by the previous era when the spiritual energy was at its peak!"

"How many years has it been since the recovery of spiritual energy in this era?"

"Less than a hundred years!"

"Now, you are telling me that in the early stages of this spiritual energy recovery and when the spiritual energy was generally poor, someone from this era only used less than a hundred years to complete the cultivation from Qi Training Realm to the Void Returning Realm?"

"No, not only has he reached the Void Returning Realm, but he can already kill those at the Void Returning Realm. Are you kidding me?"

"How dare you say such a ridiculous thing?"

Lord Eight rebuked angrily. He didn't believe that anyone could possible improve so fast.

The person reporting lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

"Lord Eight, even if we are wrong, this person definitely exists." The person reporting hurriedly said, no longer insisting on his opinion.

"Find him for me. I want to kill him with my own hands," Lord Eight said coldly.

"Lord Eight, he has already killed Lord Nine. He's very powerful." The person reporting said worriedly.

"There's no need to be afraid. I have the pseudo-immortal artifact, the Tai Er Sword. With my cultivation base and the Tai Er Sword in my hand, even if that person is a False Immortal, I'm also not afraid of him. No matter how powerful this person is, can he exceed the False Immortal Realm?" Lord Eight sneered and revealed his trump card.

The pseudo-immortal artifact, Tai Er Sword, was an extremely powerful existence.

"Since you have such a powerful magic treasure, then learn from Lord Nine and directly go to the imperial palace of the Yuhua God Dynasty. Kill all those who stand in your way and reform this world," the person reporting said excitedly.

"As his elder brother, you will do what Lord Nine failed to do for him."

"We will forcefully overthrow the Yuhua God Dynasty and then rebuild our world on the territory of the Yuhua God Dynasty. We will rebuild the Taichu God Dynasty and announce our return." The person reporting continued.

Lord Eight seriously considered this method.

Finally, he slapped the table and said solemnly, "I will go to the imperial palace of the Yuhua God Dynasty tomorrow and overthrow the Yuhua God Dynasty to change the world!"