My gorgeous wife Chapter 2345 - 2313: Eighty Million Years

Shui Yatou brought back a man!

This matter quickly spread throughout the entire tribe.

However, in this small tribe on the grasslands, the people were simple-hearted. Although everyone engaged in some discussions, they did not say much.

But bringing a man to live in one’s home was still somewhat inappropriate.

Especially for Pang Shouchuan, Shui Yatou’s childhood friend, it was even more so.

Yet, for some reason, whenever Shouchuan wanted to approach the man who seemed to be in a deep slumber, ready to awaken at any moment, he would inexplicably feel a sense of fear, and his initial mischievous intentions naturally faded away.

This was just a very ordinary small tribe on the grasslands.

Though there were cultivators in the small tribe, their levels were not very high.

Compared to those high and mighty, almost god-like Heavenly Level experts, they were merely ordinary people busy with making a living.

What was called cultivation was merely to strengthen one’s body so they could protect their cattle and sheep when a wolf pack appeared.

The man Shui Yatou brought home just stayed at her house.

Only, he remained asleep.

As if he would never wake up.

His presence did not bring any change to the small tribe; everyone continued to rise at dawn and rest at sunset, caring for their cattle and sheep, striving for livelihood.

Only for Shui Yatou, there was one more person to care for.

Unfortunately, Shui Yatou quickly discovered that this man didn’t seem to need her care.

For this strange man neither needed food and water nor needed help moving his body because he seemed to have a special aura that made it difficult for dust to settle on him.

On the grasslands, he was half-buried because of the rain and soil.

Not needing food and water saved Shui Yatou some concern, making the idea of having this man stay more acceptable.

Years later, Shui Yatou blossomed into a graceful beauty, transforming from a girl into a stunning woman.

Moreover, the tribe people noticed that Shui Yatou seemed to become prettier day by day over the years; however, they couldn’t figure out the cause, assuming it was due to her genes from her prematurely deceased mother.

As Shui Yatou’s childhood friend, Pang Shouchuan also grew up into one of the top young talents in the tribe.

A few more years passed, and Shouchuan finally fulfilled his long-time wish by marrying his childhood sweetheart, Shui Yatou.

However, for some reason, to the tribe’s curiosity, Shouchuan also moved the man who had slept in Shui Yatou’s house for nearly ten years into his own home.

Nobody understood why Shui Yatou wouldn’t discard such a seemingly pointless ’dead man,’ nor why Shouchuan was willing to bring this man’s ’corpse’ into his home.

Wouldn’t it be unlucky?

Yet, only Shui Yatou and Shouchuan knew this secret.

On the evening of their wedding, after handling all the guests, they went together to the room particularly prepared for the slumbering man.

They solemnly kowtowed several times to the still-sleeping man.

"Thank you, Immortal, for your help through these years. If you wish, our family will offer worship to you forever!" Shouchuan respectfully said.

Obviously, the sleeping man would not speak.

After speaking, he left the room with the same respectful Shui Yatou.

As a child, Shouchuan disliked the sleeping man, believing he was too close to his beloved, and often went to cause trouble at Shui Yatou’s house. Nevertheless, after many visits, Shouchuan discovered that he had unknowingly become much stronger in vital energy and spirit than before.

When he officially began cultivating according to the tribe’s Cultivation Technique, this phenomenon became more apparent.

The closer he got to the man, the faster his cultivation progressed.

At that moment, even if he was slow-witted, he finally realized that this man was definitely not simple.

How could an ordinary person sleep for so many years?

Moreover, cultivating near him resulted in twice the effect with half the effort?

Thanks to these opportunities, Shouchuan’s cultivation grew by leaps and bounds, achieved the accomplishments he had today.

Despite this, Shouchuan was keenly aware of another fact.

The tribe’s current top expert was no longer the chief, nor was it him.

It was his beautiful wife beside him!

Because, if talking about who had the longest contact with this man, none would surpass his wife.

The tribe was just a normal small tribe; the original strongest, the chief, was merely at Profound Level cultivation, at most could handle some robust beasts; encountering Demon Beasts or Ferocious Beasts, they couldn’t escape.

Yet now, Chen Shouchuan had reached Earth-Level Peak cultivation, and his wife, nicknamed Shui Yatou, Yin Shuishui, had even stepped into the Heavenly Level!

Previously unthinkable, now it unfolded right beside them, validated by time itself!

In the nearly ten years, this man had slept without any signs of aging, at least as seen by others.

Only the couple observed that this unknown Immortal’s white hair compared to the black on the other side was more than when he first arrived in the tribe!

Although they didn’t know what this change indicated, they guessed this Immortal seemed to be undergoing some metamorphosis, hence remained in slumber.

"Shouchuan, regarding the matter of the Immortal, never mention it to anyone again. If anyone asks, pretend not to know." After leaving the room, Yin Shuishui seriously told her husband Chen Shouchuan.

"I know." Chen Shouchuan firmly nodded, "The Immortal has achieved us, so even if one day our tribe grows unimaginably large, the first ancestral teaching must be absolute respect for the Immortal!"

Yin Shuishui nodded.

Chen Shouchuan made a promise, and so did she.

In the subsequent turbulent times, even as Yin Shuishui and Chen Shouchuan became formidable figures.

This small tribe on the grasslands also dominated the Wildland Continent, creating the vast Black and White Empire. In their most secret ancestral temple’s deepest corner, they always enshrined an unknown deity embracing the worship of the entire Empire.

Moreover, among the few, only a handful knew about this unknown deity within each generation of Black and White Empire rulers.

As the continent’s fate shifted—some rising, others falling.

Even the Black and White Empire, which dominated the Wildland Continent for a whole Eighty Million Years, had become history.

In the aftermath of defeat, the core descendants of the Black and White Empire could only hide in the concealed ancestral temple where for Eighty Million Years no one dared venture, struggling on one’s last breath.

On a certain day, Eighty Million Years after the small tribe on the grasslands picked up the unknown man.

This man who had been in eternal slumber slightly quivered his lashes, slowly opening his eyes.