The End of Dharma 40K: My Evil God Wife Feeds Me to Prove My Emperorship

Beneath the train tracks, on the grass.

Li Mingyu woke up.

His clothes were completely destroyed in the explosion, leaving not a single piece of cloth behind. His blood-ink notebook, manuscripts, and cultivator's certificate, which he carried with him, were also reduced to ashes in the explosion.

However, his physical body was completely unharmed, and even his left arm, which had been torn apart by Wang Chen's claw, had been healed.

The scarlet copper pen was lying unharmed not far away, its cap already closed, looking no different from before it was bombed.

Li Mingyu stood up, focused his mind for a few seconds, and found that his physical fitness had improved to a certain extent. The black mandala in his heart was slowly pulsating, as if it was continuing to stimulate the potential of his whole body.

He is now 1.95 meters tall.

Every inch of growth in the bones and muscles of the whole body is distributed in just the right place.

Shoulders one-tenth of an inch wider, arms one inch longer, legs one centimeter wider...

When combined, they create a perfect and sublime aesthetic.

Could it be that... my wife's fruit and milk drinks have the effect of increasing body size and improving physical fitness?

Although it doesn't directly raise one's cultivation level, in terms of physical growth, it's similar to raising one's cultivation level.

But whenever he thought of his wife, Li Mingyu felt that something lingered in the air and in his breath.

It seemed to be the faint floral scent emanating from his wife's hair.

Warmth seeps into my heart.

He couldn't tell, he just breathed heavily, trying his best to inhale all the remaining scent in front of him, not wasting a single bit.

As for Wei Hao's background...

Li Mingyu thought of Wei Hao's face, which was exactly the same as Wei Kun's, and was suddenly filled with surprise and doubt.

So... would that be considered self-destruction?

Is Wei Hao dead?

What is that purple space?

It seems that there are more mysteries surrounding Wei Kun than I imagined.

This is really troublesome. The lack of this crucial information has already posed a serious threat to us. If similar crises occur in the future, how can we take precautions in advance?

Does this mean I'm going to get killed face-to-face again and again?

I have a feeling that there are still undetected potential crises brewing in the shadows...

If only my wife were still here...

Having only been away from his wife for a short while, Li Mingyu almost couldn't suppress his longing for her.

His wife wanted him to help make dolls, which meant he had to constantly defy fate.

Once we've settled down, it's time to find the person destined for us.

As long as you slay the will of Heaven, cultivate your inner demons, and unlock the Dharma, you will be able to see your wife.

"My wife will wait for me. Right now, I should find some clothes. Given my current size, it'll probably be hard to find clothes that fit perfectly."

Wei Kun and Wang Chen stood to one side, arguing heatedly about the bombing, and did not notice Li Mingyu's awakening.

Wei Kun listened to Wang Chen speak with an indifferent expression.

Wang Chen was breathing rapidly, his fists clenched tightly, his emotions running high, and his entire body flushed slightly.

"It's all over, all over! My Bronze Memory Notebook, my manuscripts, all gone!"

Wei Kun, however, seemed unfazed, even somewhat amused. He put his hand on Wang Chen's shoulder and said casually:

"It's okay, we still have Leonardo DiCaprio."

Wang Chen suddenly grabbed Wei Kun by the collar, veins bulging on his forehead, his whole body glowing pink.

"All my hard work is gone! It's all your fault! That person looks just like you, you must have attracted him! Give me back my hard work!"

Wei Kun was grabbed by the collar, his eyes gleaming with "wisdom":

"No, don't get agitated, don't get agitated. Is that your hard work? Isn't it everyone else's hard work? You won't return it to them, so why should I return it to you?"

Wang Chen's eyes were red, but no tears fell; it was pure rage. He roared, his face completely flushed, and punched Wei Kun in the face:

"Without notes, without manuscripts, how can I become stronger! How can I refine my Bronze-level skills! How can I become a Master of Machine Souls! It's all your fault!"

Wei Kun took a punch and looked completely innocent.

"Why did you punch me? How can you be so unreasonable? Hong Wen, go find Little Li, he'll definitely help you solve this."

Wang Chen was so angry that he trembled all over:

"It's too late, too late, all too late! What's the use of saying all this now!"

Wei Kun's eyes held a clear sense of grievance:

"You can't hit someone just because it's late."

"Stop arguing, stop arguing," Li Mingyu walked over and stood between the two, trying to persuade them.

Just now, Li Mingyu found a relatively intact corpse nearby that met the requirements, stripped it of its clothes, and put them on himself.

Luckily, it fits barely, except for a small part of my stomach and ankles showing, but the shoes are the perfect size.

He had just finished tidying up his appearance when he felt a tingling sensation throughout his body. His movements and thoughts were out of sync, and he even vaguely felt a strong sense of anger.

He was almost overwhelmed by these intense emotions. He knew this was a sign that his inner demons were taking over his body, so he spoke up to mediate.

"Little Li, you're finally here! Little Chenzi actually tried to hit me! Wait!"

Wei Kun looked at Li Mingyu, first with a wronged expression, then immediately with surprise:

"No, Little Li, how come you're alive again? Hey, why do I feel like I've said something similar before?"

Li Mingyu: "Old Wei, you don't really want me to die, do you?"

Wei Kun: "Otherwise what? Hey, I'm telling you, you were just like Mu Rixi and Zi Yuexi... well, that's not quite right. Anyway, before you were blown to smithereens, you were incredibly strong. And now you're acting like nothing happened. We're brothers, let's not mince words. Let me see your resurrection cheat, Little Li."

Li Mingyu: "I'll perform for you next time."

"Brother Chen, calm down. The notebook is gone, but the copper pen is still here. Look around here, there are hundreds of casualties, and some of the bodies are still intact. Let's fill the copper pen with blood ink first."

Afterwards, I'll go into the city and see if there's any way to find some advanced machinery. I'll analyze it using a copper pen, draw its internal structure, and keep more notes.

Li Mingyu's words were reasonable and well-founded, as if accompanied by a soothing force. After listening to them, Wang Chen stopped panting and his face stopped turning red.

Wei Kun chuckled:

"Hehe, Xiao Chenzi, I told you Xiao Li could handle it, but you didn't believe me, you even wanted to hit me... Huh? Xiao Li, have you gotten bigger again? No! How come you already have muscle definition...?"

Li Mingyu turned to look at the crowd gathered not far away.

The aunt's carriage was far from the platform where the explosion occurred, so she must have been among the crowd there.

Although this place is in the suburbs, it is not far from Gudu City. This incident will surely alarm the Gudu Immortal Palace, and at that time, they may consider the refugees and open some channels to enter the city.

Having personally experienced the explosion and had his cultivator's credentials destroyed, he would likely not be able to pass the inspection if he wanted to enter the city using conventional methods.

Even if the checks are lax and you happen to pass, you still won't have a job or a registered residence, and you'll be stuck on the streets, unable to truly settle down in Gudu City.

That's a difficult problem.

Li Mingyu pondered as he walked toward the gathered crowd.

Within a short distance of just a few dozen meters, the ground was covered in blood, with limbs and dismembered bodies scattered everywhere. There were men and women among them, as well as some children, their innocent faces stained with blood and glistening with tears.

Passengers who lost loved ones were crying their hearts out.

Amidst wails and cries, Li Mingyu stepped over the "blood" and approached the crowd.

He spotted his aunt immediately.

My aunt squatted at the edge of the crowd, her eyes red and glazed, clutching her luggage tightly.

She had some abrasions, but no obvious bleeding, and was in good condition.