After Jiang Ziya got married, he continued to stay with his wife at Song Yiren's house, doing nothing all day. When he was in a good mood, he'd meditate and cultivate. When in a bad mood, he'd buy a pot of wine and sit in the yard sighing.
On Kunlun Mountain, although it wasn't much different from what Song Yiren said, there were many and varied tasks every day. The senior brothers didn't consider him as a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, but in his heart, he always felt fulfilled and hopeful.
But now.
"I really don't know when I can go back to Kunlun to listen to the master's lectures."
After saying this, Jiang Ziya took a big sip of wine and looked down at his feet, where the mighty ant empire had been completely destroyed by a scorching flood that fell from the sky.
He also knew he couldn't go back.
This pot of boiling water was poured out by him.
The flood that would sweep across the world in the future would also begin at his hands.
