Super Insane Doctor of the Goddess Chapter 3322: 3322: Longing

Penglai Immortal Island.

Earth's spiritual energy revival has caused the spiritual energy levels on Penglai Immortal Island to surge over ten times higher than in the past.

As a result, the elders practicing cultivation there now find it far simpler to advance.

Additionally, superior Spiritual Grass and Spiritual Medicine have begun flourishing across Penglai Immortal Island.

Midday had arrived right then.

The sun blazed overhead, with not a single cloud marring the clear blue sky.

Sea of Illusion.

Immortal Burial Island.

This spot once served as Gu Tianshang's personal cultivation haven.

Since Gu Tianshang's departure, Su Qingmei, Dongfang Ruoshui, Qin Yimo, Xiao Ziyun, Prajna, Lin Qianyi, Chu Yanran, and the Goddess of Fate frequently visited this place for their own cultivation sessions.

Naturally, the Sea Burial King, Purgatory Death God, Dark Baron, Wushuang, Wang Mufeng, Qi Yutang, and their companions also made regular trips here to train.

Right now.

Several figures perched cross-legged atop the island's mountains; these were Su Qingmei and her group.

Spiritual qi from heaven and earth converged from every direction, flooding straight into the bodies of Su Qingmei and the rest.

A spectrum of glowing hues danced across their forms, weaving an aura of profound mystery.

Precisely at that instant.

Su Qingmei, Dongfang Ruoshui, and the others released a puff of stale breath before gradually emerging from their meditative state.

Qin Yimo spoke with clear disappointment etched on her face, “Looks like my talent, insight, and aptitude just aren't cutting it yet. Even after all this time, I still haven't broken through to the Golden Immortal realm.

I’m dying to head up to the Upper World and check on Yang Luo. No idea how things are going for him up there.”

Upon catching Qin Yimo's words.

Intense waves of yearning flickered in the gazes of Su Qingmei, Dongfang Ruoshui, and the others.

Three full years had slipped by, marking the time since Yang Luo's departure.

Throughout those three years, thoughts of Yang Luo filled every waking moment for them.

All the shared experiences with Yang Luo had etched themselves as their most cherished recollections deep within.

Joys, heartfelt instances, arguments, sorrowful tears, and painful goodbyes…

Each time these memories resurfaced, their eyes would well up with tears, even as faint smiles tugged at their lips.

Prajna, her eyes brimming with tears, choked out in a trembling voice, “That jerk Brother Yang is such a scoundrel—he ran off to the Upper World and ditched us all by ourselves!

Three years gone by, and not a single visit back. Has he truly forgotten us for good?”

Xiao Ziyun inflated her cheeks and huffed, “I’d wager that scoundrel’s been swept away by some Upper World fairies!

He’s probably fallen for new flames and cast us aside completely!”

Lin Qianyi clenched her fist and declared, “The moment I lay eyes on that scoundrel, I’m grilling him hard—what’s the deal? Why leave us behind?

If he can’t cough up a solid explanation, I’m giving him a thorough thrashing!”

Chu Yanran murmured softly, “With Sister Luan Ge and Sister Song keeping tabs on him, he probably isn’t straying too far, is he?”

“Hard to say!”

Xiao Ziyun threw up her hands, “I’m just concerned that Second Sister and Fifth Sister spoil that scoundrel rotten, overlooking all his antics!”

A short distance off, the Sea Burial King, Purgatory Death God, Dark Baron, Wushuang, and Wang Mufeng all winced visibly.

Qi Yutang shook his head while commenting, “Mr. Yang of mine sure has a knack for drawing women, but juggling so many turns into a real headache.”

Wang Mufeng bobbed his head and added, “Good thing I’ve got the smarts to steer clear of entanglements with women this soon.

Brother Xu Ying nailed it with his line: ‘Women just hinder my sword-drawing pace.’”

Wushuang ribbed him, “It’s not steering clear; it’s that none will have you, isn’t it?”

“Scram!”

Wang Mufeng shot back with a glare, “You’re the one who can’t snag anyone! With my dashing looks and refined style, how could I possibly lack for female company?”

Dongfang Ruoshui let out a mix of laughter and sniffles, “Enough griping about the guy, everyone.

You all picked Little Luo knowing full well he’s no cold-hearted soul.

His three-year absence could stem from some heavy burdens weighing on him.”

“Eldest Senior Sister’s got a point.”

Su Qingmei dipped her head in agreement and continued, “Once Yang Luo wraps up whatever’s going on in the Upper World, he’ll rush back to us without fail.

The fact he hasn’t shown up means those troubles up there linger unresolved.

So, let’s push our cultivation even harder and race to the Upper World to reunite with him at long last.”

“Right!”

“Push on, push on—I’m on the verge of hitting Golden Immortal!”

“You better hold out for us, rascal!”

The women rallied one another with spirited words.

Yet in that very moment.

Rumble!

A deep thunderous roar rolled in from the nearby heavens.

Su Qingmei and the group whipped their heads around to stare.

Far off in the horizon, a sudden Void Cave ripped open through the sky.

Zhang Zhilin and Master Xuanku shot out from within it.

“Celestial Master, Master Xuanku!”

Su Qingmei and the others leaped to their feet in haste.

Zhang Zhilin zipped over at top speed, his face etched with gravity, “Folks, a massive crisis has erupted!”

“What kind of crisis?”

Su Qingmei and the rest stared in bewilderment.

Zhang Zhilin blurted out rapidly, “Forces from the Holy Light Church, Heavenly Universe Divine Clan, and Dark Demon Clan have shown up!

They’ve sealed off every planet encircling Earth right now!”

“What?! Those three big races are back at it?!”

“Are these invaders from the Upper World?!”

“Why won’t they leave us alone and let us breathe easy?!”

Su Qingmei and her companions reeled in shock.

Zhang Zhilin intoned gravely, “With the three major races already on our doorstep, they might unleash a total assault on Earth any second!

We’ve got to alert the key sects across the two Immortal Worlds right away to band together against these foes!”

Su Qingmei creased her brow and replied, “Celestial Master, even the bloodlines of those three major races nearly crushed all of humanity before!

These Upper World members of the three major races could pack even more power!

With our current forces alone, can we possibly fend off their onslaught?”

“Whether we can or not, we fight!”

Zhang Zhilin’s features hardened as he pressed on, “We’ll confer with the major sects and Ancestors when the time comes!

Should we see we’re buckling, we’ll fling wide the Immortal Road and dispatch runners to the Upper World for Little Luo and the crew!

Okay, let’s move—get those notifications flying to the major sects!”

“Understood!”

The group chorused their assent before blasting skyward, departing Immortal Burial Island behind…

…

Time flew, and three more days vanished in a flash.

Jiuzhou Immortal Domain.

Central Earth Immortal State.

Jiuxiao Immortal Palace.

The Immortal Vault List tournament hurtled toward its climactic finish.

Just over a dozen Heavenly Prides lingered without elimination.

Thirteen days of fierce battles had unfolded so far.

To this point, Yang Luo, Fen Wentian, Yan Juefeng, and Ye Junxie held perfect records, utterly unbeaten.

Even Jin Shengming, fresh off his ascent to Taiyi Xuanxian Perfected Stage, stayed flawless after his sole setback against Yang Luo.

At that juncture.

Aloft on Purple Cloud Peak’s grand platform.

A pair of silhouettes confronted one another atop it.

One wore a flowing black robe, his frame tall and slender, features strikingly handsome and composed.

The other donned pitch-black armor, his build sturdy and imposing, gripping a dark spear while radiating bold, defiant vibes.

These two turned out to be Yang Luo and Ye Junxie.

“The showdown ignites! This tourney’s wildest underdog, Yang Luo, clashes with the Hell Divine Son at last!”

“Each has racked up close to four thousand victories, zero losses—who claims the edge this round?”

“Whichever takes it, their streak guarantees both a spot in third on the Immortal Vault List!”

“Can’t wait to see which one grins victorious in the end!”

Crowds jammed every inch of Purple Cloud Peak, buzzing with thrilled chatter and mounting excitement.