Chapter 100 – The Little Snow Ferret No Longer Ran Away (01)
Xiao Bobao followed the timeline of the world. When Bai Mo and Yu Chenyi gradually aged and eventually passed away, the system had gathered enough energy to open the dimensional tunnel. However, before it could do so, a divine light enveloped her. Within the glow, she seemed to see swaying leaves and hear the joyful laughter of a snow mink. To her surprise, she started floating.
On the day of Yu Chenyi and Bai Mo’s passing, their grandnephews and other younger family members held a funeral for them. Suddenly, a massive vortex formed in the once calm sky, with swirling clouds creating a breathtaking spectacle. A radiant golden light shot straight toward their coffins, astonishing the entire city.
The two had a renowned reputation among the common folk—they had captured kidnappers, improved agricultural methods, defended against foreign invaders, and performed countless acts of kindness. One by one, their deeds were recalled by the people, making them realize just how much Yu Chenyi and Bai Mo had done for Jin. Every act had saved lives. Witnessing the divine phenomenon, the people knelt in worship, proclaiming that the two must have been immortals who had descended to the mortal realm. Now that their time had come, they were simply returning to the heavens.
As Xiao Bobao prepared to leave, she listened to the mortals’ discussions and thought to herself that they weren’t wrong. The World Tree of Communication held a higher status than most deities in the Celestial Realm—let alone the minor gods of the lower three thousand worlds. There was simply no comparison.
The ruler of Jin also witnessed the divine spectacle. He understood that while the people were praising Yu Chenyi and Bai Mo, the miracle was directed solely at them. Since the two had no direct descendants, their legacy posed no threat to his reign. On the contrary, if he played his cards right and utilized their grandnephews effectively, he could strengthen his control over the empire.
What happened after their departure, Xiao Bobao would never know. But considering the fortunate fate of the Bai and Yu families—along with the glowing reputation of Bai Mo and Yu Chenyi—if their descendants still failed to live well, they would have no one to blame but themselves.
While traveling through the dimensional tunnel, Xiao Bobao personally witnessed Bai Mo reverting to his snow ferret form. At a crossroads, she saw him willingly leap toward another path. Before they parted, she got a clear glimpse—Mo Mo had pounced forward of his own accord. The destination at the other end of the path was undoubtedly Yu Chenyi.
A sudden wave of frustration hit Xiao Bobao . That “scumbag” snow ferret! When he needed her (for babysitting), he called her “dear Xiao Bobao.” But now that he no longer needed her, he didn’t even bother saying goodbye before leaving.
Understanding Xiao Bobao;s origins, Yu Chenyi had long prepared a way for her to return—to the Northern Forest.
Looking at the familiar forest before her, Xiao Bobao was overwhelmed with tears, like a fledgling returning to its nest. She flung herself into the arms of the Supreme God, who was enjoying a hotpot, and cried out, “I’m back~!”
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The Nine Provinces
Since the War of Gods and Demons, when the World Tree of Communication self-destructed in flames, the land within a ten-mile radius had become barren, devoid of any life. No one dared to set foot there. At some point, a sinister Netherworld Aura had begun swirling over the area. By the time a Celestial God arrived on patrol, the region was already filled with a bone-chilling, eerie mist, making entry impossible.
On this particular day, as usual, the Patrolling General flew over the area to check if any humans or creatures had accidentally wandered in. To his astonishment, the once-impenetrable Netherworld Aura had thinned slightly, revealing a glimpse of the land beneath. And at the very heart of it—where the World Tree of Communication once stood—a new tree had begun to grow.
Alarmed, he rushed to report the situation. If this tree had been nurtured by Netherworld energy, it could pose a catastrophic threat to the Upper Realm. However, upon hearing the news, Emperor Jiang Lang of the North showed little reaction. Stroking the tiny squirrel nestled in his arms, he simply chuckled without a word.
It was only when the small squirrel, fully relaxed, began to purr and flipped over into a deep sleep that Jiang Lang finally dismissed the patrolling general.
“There’s no need to worry. Just keep watch and ensure that no idle people enter.”
Jiang Lang was no fool. Ever since Xiao Bobao had returned, he had already pieced together the whole situation. The Netherworld, sealed for tens of millions of years, had finally reached the time of its unsealing.
“You may leave now, and keep your voice down. Don’t wake up my Tang Tang.” His gaze softened as he looked at the sleeping squirrel in his arms, not even bothering to lift his head.
The Patrolling General hesitated for a moment. “…Understood.” Good grief… He had long heard of the deep affection between Celestial Emperor Jiang Lang and his Consort, but he hadn’t expected them to be this inseparable. He had only come to report an official matter, yet he’d ended up getting force-fed a mouthful of public displays of affection.
Apparently, nothing was more important than His Majesty’s consort’s sleep. He felt an unbearable pang of jealousy.
Rebuilding one’s true form after returning from tribulations in the mortal realm required time. It had been the same for Jiang Lang back then, and for the Demon Lord as well. Now, it was the World Tree of Communication’s turn. Born from the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth, its resurrection would naturally take even longer.
News of the World Tree’s revival spread like wildfire. Curiosity ran high—after all, the sacred tree had once been reduced to ashes by the Heavenly Lotus Fire, the purest and most destructive flame known to existence. Any being—be it god or demon—would have had their soul completely annihilated by it, vanishing without a trace.
So how was the World Tree standing once again?
Had the original tree somehow been resurrected? Or had a new divine tree been born?
Only time would tell.
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The Six Realms were all observing cautiously. No one dared to make any rash moves, let alone set foot inside the area. The Netherworld Aura had yet to be fully dispersed—entering now would be suicidal. Best to wait. The Divine Realm had already taken action, so everyone decided to let the gods investigate first before making their move.
Upon witnessing this miracle, the people of the Mortal Realm were reminded of the ancient legends passed down by their ancestors—how the World Tree had once saved them from a great catastrophe. Now that the tree had returned, many believed that worshipping it would bring blessings and fortune. However, no matter how much they longed to approach it, the tree’s protective barrier made it impossible to get close.
With no other option, they knelt outside the World Tree’s protective formation, offering their prayers from afar. As more and more people gathered in worship, their faith generated a constant flow of divine energy, which was absorbed into the World Tree, accelerating its recovery and dispersing the remaining Netherworld Aura in the surrounding area.
The Demonic and Ghost Realms had no intention of interfering with the affairs of the Divine Realm.
The Beast Realm, on the other hand, coveted a share of the power but lacked the strength to act on its desires.
Meanwhile, the elders trapped in the Netherworld sensed a significant weakening in the dark creatures’ power. Their elation was indescribable! Their decision to send the young master away had undoubtedly been the right one.
Now that the young master had gained great fortune and returned, he was actively purging the mutated Netherworld Aura created by ancient demonic entities. At this rate, the Netherworld’s unsealing was only a matter of time!
After returning, Xiao Bobao first indulged in several days of deep sleep, allowing herself to properly recover. During her time in the Three Thousand Small Worlds, she had never dared to let her guard down, fearing that if she so much as blinked, the plot would spiral out of control like a wild, runaway horse.
Although all her previous hosts had been this way, the last one—the little snow ferret—was truly something else. Unlike the others, who struggled through their journeys, the snow ferret simply carved a path of destruction, taking Xiao Bobao along for an effortless victory ride.
At this point, Xiao Bobao had become nothing more than a lazy panda, completely resigned to her role as a bystander.
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While the outside world remained uncertain about what was happening inside the Nine Provinces, Xiao Bobao knew everything.
She had yet to unbind from the snow ferret, so even though she and Mo Mo were now in separate places, their connection remained unbroken.
And from what she could sense…
No, there was no “seems like” about it—Mo Mo was extremely happy.
He was currently living his best life with the newly revived World Tree, enjoying a perfect little world of one tree and one mink.
He was so overjoyed that every thirty seconds, Xiao Bobao could hear the snow mink’s giddy giggles—“gegege!”—echoing in her mind.
Xiao Bobao: Mo Mo, do you still remember that first great storm, when I used up the last of my energy just to shield you from the wind and rain?
Mo Mo: Nope.
The little snow ferret, now fully content with his beloved, had long since lost track of time and had no recollection of who Xiao Bobao even was.
Through Xiao Bobao’s sensory link, the Northern Emperor Immortal Lord kept a real-time watch over the center of the Nine Provinces.
The World Tree was actively purifying the Netherworld Aura that had been dispersed, but the greatest source of this toxic energy remained—the four ancient demonic beasts sealed beneath the chasm in the northernmost part of the Northern Forest.
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Light and darkness have always been inseparable.
The four great ancient demonic beasts were born from the accumulated malice and darkness of all living creatures. They were neither mortal nor truly immortal—to make them disappear completely, all life in the Six Realms would have to be extinguished.
Since that was impossible, the only option the ancient gods had was to seal and suppress the beasts’ physical forms.
Even now, Northern Emperor Immortal Lord could not destroy them, only weaken and disperse their power.
However, the balance of the realms had to be maintained.
The Netherworld Realm had already paid too steep a price in its efforts to keep the four great beasts imprisoned—it had long become the weakest of the Six Realms.
It was time for the Netherworld Realm to rise again.
“Xiao Bobao, take these over. I know you can do it. I’ll even give you a huge merit reward later.”
The Northern Emperor Immortal Lord handed over a pile of spirit stones, instructing Little Broadcaster to transfer them to Bai Mo through their host connection.
Since Bai Mo was the Netherworld Realm’s lost young master, giving them to him was equivalent to giving them to the World Tree.
Restoring them would only bring benefits and no harm.
“Got it! Leave it to me!”
Finally, Xiao Bobao had a purpose after being idle for so long. And not just any mission—this was a direct order from the Supreme God’s master!
With enthusiasm, she cheerfully accepted and put her full effort into completing the task.
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Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.
Why?
Because the lovestruck little snow ferret refused to answer her calls.
Without cooperation from her host, she couldn’t transmit the spirit stones past the barrier surrounding the Nine Provinces.
D*mn it!
After Xiao Bobao’s persistent efforts, the communication link was finally established.
However, the one who answered her call was not Bai Mo, but rather Yu Chenyi, who had regained his past memories after returning.
His true name was Jianmu—the World Tree itself.
“What is it, Xiao Bobao?”
Jianmu’s true voice was even gentler than it had been in the lower realms—soothing, mesmerizing, and filled with a sense of unshakable security.
It was the kind of voice that could calm a child’s fears, as if no matter what happened, the World Tree would always be there to protect them.
“I—I’m here for Mo Mo… to d-deliver spirit stones… to help you and Mo Mo r-recover…”
Xiao Bobao had never been nervous before, not even in front of the Northern Emperor Immortal Lord.
But now, speaking to the fully restored Jianmu, she stuttered like a fool.
“Alright. Thank you for the Northern Emperor’s help. I will remember this favor.”
Xiao Bobao hadn’t mentioned where the spirit stones came from, but Jianmu knew.
There was only one deity who could freely hand out such a vast amount of spirit stones—the Northern Emperor.
Even if other ancient gods had them, they would never be willing to give them away.
After all, even among gods, there were still differences—not all of them were truly benevolent.
Having existed for millions of years, Jianmu had seen everything.
He had witnessed countless mortals ascend to godhood, and he had also seen how some deities failed to shed their mortal roots, turning the divine realm into a place of corruption.
He had watched it all, yet he never interfered.
His duty was to stand as the World Tree of the Nine Provinces, ensuring balance between Heaven and Earth.
Everything else… was not his concern.
As for the sealed Netherworld Realm, Jianmu lowered his gaze, looking at the little snow ferret curled up at the base of his roots, softly snoring in its sleep.
A gentle flash of white light flickered, and from the massive divine tree, a strikingly handsome man stepped forward.
His deep eyes were filled with tenderness.
Lifting the soft, furry bundle into his arms, he placed a gentle kiss on its small back.
“Little ferret, what does it matter if I am bound by karma because of you? As long as you are happy…”