My Silly, Sweet Wife

The Thunder Dragon in the sky suddenly shook its body and transformed into a meteor, charging directly at Ye Guichen.

Faced with the Thunder Dragon, Ye Guichen’s eyes revealed a deep sense of powerlessness, but his heart surged with an unyielding refusal to give in.

Memories flooded Ye Guichen’s mind—thoughts of Chen Ziran still outside the hidden gate, and his master Li Fengxian...

Vivid images of people appeared before him, igniting a strong desire for survival in Ye Guichen’s heart.

Struggling, Ye Guichen stood up, calmly facing the Thunder Dragon, and with a flash of his hand, he summoned the Jiuyou Tower to surround himself.

The incoming Thunder Dragon seemed dissatisfied that Ye Guichen could still stand. It roared furiously and ignored the Jiuyou Tower in front of Ye Guichen, crashing straight into it, causing a massive shockwave.

At that moment, the Jiuyou Tower noticed the approaching Thunder Dragon and began spinning involuntarily, transforming into waves of golden light that enveloped Ye Guichen.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion echoed in the sky, and the Thunder Dragon scattered in response.

Ye Guichen was deeply buried beneath the ground, unknown whether alive or dead.

From afar, Yu Wen Dou was already deeply shaken by the immense power emitted by the Thunder Dragon and was equally awed by Ye Guichen’s formidable strength, standing stunned in place.

A beautiful figure raced anxiously towards Ye Guichen’s location, tears glistening on her face.

Seeing Yu Wenxuan rushing towards Ye Guichen, Yu Wen Dou no longer hesitated. He activated his movement technique and hurried forward.

After the thunderous impact of the tenth Thunder Dragon, Ye Guichen found himself in a peculiar world.

Quickly observing his surroundings, Ye Guichen discovered that he was surrounded by chaos on three sides, with only the front having a continuously jumping golden Nascent Soul emanating majestic vitality, and behind the Nascent Soul was a pool of golden water, constantly emitting golden mist.

"This... is my Dantian?" Ye Guichen exclaimed in surprise.

Ye Guichen steadied himself and carefully assessed his surroundings, his face filled with astonishment.

Ye Guichen never expected that after the tenth heavenly tribulation, he would arrive at his Dantian.

It seemed that the pool of water was his condensed Primordial Mansion Space.

"But why is it golden?" Ye Guichen wondered suspiciously.

"Could it be?"

A sudden realization brought joy to Ye Guichen’s face.

"I’ve actually condensed a Golden Mansion Space, but I’m only at Nascent Soul level one. Isn’t it said it’s only possible at Nascent Soul level ten?" Ye Guichen pondered in confusion.

However, this confusion was quickly brushed aside by Ye Guichen, knowing he could ask the Saint Infant within the Jiuyou Tower about it once he was out.

"But how do I get out?" Ye Guichen suddenly thought, not knowing how he got in, let alone how to exit, causing frustration.

Yet, Ye Guichen didn’t rush to leave, instead carefully examining his Nascent Soul.

Recalling the Nascent Soul he absorbed in the past, Ye Guichen soon detected a peculiarity.

"Strange, why does my Nascent Soul have three eyes?" Ye Guichen looked puzzled at his Nascent Soul in front of him.

"Could my Nascent Soul have been electrocuted and mutated?" Ye Guichen speculated.

Observing the transformation of his Primordial Mansion Space, Ye Guichen was filled with questions, but the lack of immediate answers from the Jiuyou Tower frustrated him.

Suddenly, Ye Guichen noticed his Nascent Soul trembling faintly, and he focused his Spiritual Sense on his Nascent Soul.

Instantly, Ye Guichen felt hands shaking his body continuously, with droplets of water occasionally falling on his face.

"Xuan’er, sigh!"

Beside him, Yu Wen Dou saw Yu Wenxuan’s heart-wrenching expression, feeling helpless. He had already checked Ye Guichen’s body and found no Spiritual Sense, which meant...

Seeing his daughter showing genuine feelings for Ye Guichen, Yu Wen Dou felt a pang of sympathy.

"Stop shaking me, stop shaking me! My bones are about to fall apart!" Along with a scream, Ye Guichen blearily opened his eyes.

Ye Guichen intended to stand on his feet but found his leg bones shattered by the lightning’s power.

Assessing his condition, Ye Guichen felt deep gratitude, realizing his spirit was intact despite his body’s ruin.

This ordeal with the heavenly tribulation resulted in such a terrible state, likely unique worldwide.

Ye Guichen chuckled bitterly.

But he didn’t know that surviving such a heavenly tribulation was indeed unique.

"You’re... you’re not dead?" Yu Wenxuan, seeing Ye Guichen open his eyes, was filled with joy and shock.

"This..." Yu Wen Dou, witnessing Ye Guichen’s survival, stared wide-eyed at him like a monster. Despite confirming Ye Guichen’s spirit was scattered, it seemed impossible.

Opening his eyes to Yu Wenxuan’s heartbroken expression, Ye Guichen felt a sudden wave of gratitude, dissolving his previous judgments.

"Thank you!" Ye Guichen gazed gratefully at Yu Wenxuan, speaking softly.