Chapter 260: The Great Emperor's Parents

Perhaps out of fear of Ye Fan's Holy Body, his close friends Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and Jiang Huairen were hunted down on a large scale.

Some died, some were injured; their fate could only be described as tragic.

Later, even the Thirteen Great Bandits came to no avail; no matter how strong they were, how could they compare to those mighty primeval creatures? When the Thirteen Great Bandits took action, they could barely defend themselves, and in repeated clashes with the ancient clans they never gained the upper hand.

Because the ancient clans pressed step by step, even though all the major powers were deeply wary, they had no choice but to join forces and discuss countermeasures together.

For the sake of the present Eastern Wasteland and the present human race, they had to do something! To deter the primeval royal clan, someone unknown caused the Wushi Bell to ring continuously for three months, shocking the world.

"Wasn't the Wushi Great Emperor already passed away? Then why is the Wushi Bell trembling?"

Seeing this, the primeval creatures were all frightened and trembling, unwilling to reach a conclusion in their hearts.

All the primeval creatures, including their royalty, had once been terrified by that person to the point of heart and gall splitting, and they all hid away, daring not to act rashly.

Moreover, the Wushi Great Emperor was overwhelmingly strong; from the moment he was born he swept all before him, never suffering a defeat, and in his era even the forbidden zones of life had to lie dormant.

During that time, the overbearing primeval races all restrained their aura, watching and waiting, fearful that that man had not yet passed away.

That would be tantamount to a catastrophe! "I said the Wushi Great Emperor couldn't possibly be alive; surely someone secretly tampered with something."

But when they discovered that the Wushi Bell had rung for three months with nothing happening, the primeval races quickly realized the truth and became active again.

However, these three months also brought a certain buffer from the human race, during which those major powers maintained close contact.

"The Myriad Races Assembly? Is it to be convened at Yaochi in a month?"

After the efforts of several holy lands, ancient noble families, and countless human experts, the two sides finally reached a negotiation.

A conference will be held in a month, at which myriad tribes can participate to discuss habitats and how to coexist.

Though called a peaceful discussion, the primeval royal clan clearly held the advantage; in their view, the Myriad Races Assembly would likely be……

But the human side could do nothing else, for this was already the maximum concession they had won; otherwise……

"The Beidou is in turmoil, people's hearts are anxious; they need you, they need you, the Human Imperial Son."

In the end, the Queen Mother of the West knelt down, her eyes unwaveringly firm yet surrounded by mist.

Yaochi does not like to get involved in disputes, not because they are cold-hearted, but because the relationships are too deep and involve too much, leaving them with many unavoidable difficulties.

"Rest assured, I am here."

Yang Zhu's eyes were deep, as if a vast, glittering universe floated in their depths; his voice was not loud, yet extremely firm.

At this moment, dragon and phoenix brought auspiciousness, chaos hazy, presenting a strange spectacle that entwined around him.

As the Human Imperial Son, Yang Zhu ought to step forward, suppress the present age, quell all turmoil, just as his father did in his time.

"Today I let you come, not only to understand the situation, but also to want you to go down with me and see."

Yang Zhu stated another reason.

"You mean……"

The Queen Mother of the West's pupils contracted; she naturally knew what lay beneath the Divine Lake.

"Follow me, do not leave the range of my body."

Yang Zhu brought Yue'er and the Queen Mother of the West into the water, continually descending to the lakebed; after passing numerous restrictions, they successfully reached the position of the deepest spring eye.

When the few of them saw the scene before them, they were all deeply shocked into speechlessness.

Only see, in the water ahead, a dignified and luxurious female corpse sat cross-legged.

Even though the skin had turned pale from soaking, one could still see how extraordinarily beautiful and graceful she had been in life, absolutely a 'Red Beauty' grade.

Moreover, beneath her magnificent and dignified exterior emanated a supreme majesty, with imperial aura pervasive.

Not far away lay another male corpse, robust and sturdy, but his whole body covered in red hair, an ominous aura enveloping him.

"West Empress Mother……"

The Queen Mother of the West saw the West Empress Mother, her eyes glistening with tears, her face full of sorrow.

"This is……"

The usually composed Yaochi Holy Maiden, upon seeing this scene, was so startled that her fairy form trembled; as if recalling something, she gazed at Yang Zhu with tear-filled eyes.

"Hum!"

A streak of immortal fairy light flashed out, and the golden war spear instantly arrived beside the male corpse; the deity within revived, emitting endless wails.

At this moment, the entire lakebed was no longer tranquil; the residual might of the immortal war spear surged, terrifying to the extreme, nearly shaking the place to collapse! "Grandpa Grandma, Little Zhu has come to see you……"

Yang Zhu's nose felt sour, his heart bitter; he walked over step by step, his pace slow, as if each step were immensely heavy.

The imperial aura and restrictions permeating the lakebed offered no hindrance, opening a path for Yang Zhu to pass through.

Only when the distance was less than ten meters did Yang Zhu stop his steps.

Suddenly, the West Empress Mother's imperial corpse moved, a Great Emperor Dao pattern appearing on her brow, and the lingering soul within her corpse revived.

The residual Great Emperor seal transformed into a graceful, peerless figure that stepped forward, indeed the West Empress Mother herself!

"Thud!" "Thud!"

The Queen Mother of the West and the Yaochi Holy Maiden almost instinctively knelt down, their hearts filled with the utmost reverence and sincere respect.

That was the founder of Yaochi, also an ancient Great Emperor; how could one not be in awe? "Little Zhu, you have come."

The West Empress Mother's eyes were gentle as she looked at Yang Zhu, walking over step by step, extending her crystal-clear finger to lightly stroke his cheek.

As she gazed at Yang Zhu, she also saw, through him, the Wushi Great Emperor, and her heart could not be calm.

"I can now barely cut away the Holy Body's ominousness, but I have not yet found a way to revive you……"

Yang Zhu lowered his head, thinking of reviving an ancient Great Emperor and a Great Accomplishment Holy Body—how difficult that was; even his father had failed to do so.

Yet Yang Zhu would never give up; he seeks to prove the Dao, to find more immortal medicines and imperial weapons, even to break into or re-derive the immortal realm, and must surely find a way!

"We believe in you; just walk your path as you wish, like your father did."

"Yes."

Yang Zhu listened silently, nodding repeatedly.

"Your father……"

Speaking of this, the West Queen Mother's eyes again rippled with waves; she very much wanted to know whether her child, over the past tens of thousands of years, had already entered meditation unto death.

Since the Beginningless Great Emperor once acted, suppressing herself and her husband here, she has never come back.

"My father is fine," Yang Zhu said truthfully.

"Then that's good; since you've come here, it's time to give you this."

The West Queen Mother nodded with relief, her delicate hand turning over as a treasure bottle appeared, its body engraved with imperial runes, faintly exuding imperial might, truly extraordinary.

"Yes."

Yang Zhu carefully received it, knowing the bottle contained his father's essence blood, a true supreme treasure! "Go on; we'll wait for you here, believing you will surely go farther than your father."

The West Queen Mother's eyes held a kind smile; she gently stroked Yang Zhu again, then turned and walked toward the emperor's corpse, her back gradually fading until it vanished completely.

Underwater, things returned to normal once more, yet a strange atmosphere lingered.

"There's still a month until the Myriad Clans Assembly; during this time you..."

Returning to the lakeside, Yang Zhu gave a detailed account of some matters, and more so, it concerned the Royal Clan Assembly.

Then, it will be an excellent opportunity to intimidate and slay some ancient creatures; he naturally won't miss it.

But before that, he still has some matters to attend to.

"I will obey the imperial son's command!" After hearing this, the West Queen Mother's eyes shone with divine light; perhaps overly excited and elated, even with her current cultivation she could hardly restrain it.

……

Inside the Jade Pool Holy Land, near the Flat Peach Ancient Tree, An Miaoyi and Jiang Yi Fei waited silently, as if they had urgent business.

"Fairy An, are you also here for that piece of stone?"

"Exactly; the Jade Pool has recently spread word, willing to exchange other supreme treasures for the divine materials they need."

An Miaoyi shone like a divine moon hanging in the sky, radiant and colorful, making those around her feel ashamed of their own appearance, yet still beautiful enough to take one's breath away.

Every inch of her skin seemed not of the mortal world, sparkling and crystalline, bearing the aura of the fairy realm.

Unlike before, she had less of a worldly air and more of a tranquil ease, like a lotus rising from the water.

"Actually, I've always not understood why Fairy An, back then, had to part so decisively and leave that place."

"What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, An Miaoyi gave a light laugh, her beautiful eyes flickering with a strange gleam and a hint of melancholy, though she concealed it extremely well.

"Yi Fei understands."

Jiang Yi Fei is no fool; to let An Miaoyi leave that "mud pit," he must have fallen for someone.

Otherwise, he wouldn't endure such a great cost just to break free.

But who could make such a peerless beauty fall for him? No need to think much; it must be someone possessing supreme grace.

"Who?"

Suddenly, An Miaoyi's crystalline brows furrowed, her beautiful eyes gazing toward a spot.

"Good... long time no see."

The big black dog and Duan De had wanted to sneak over to the Flat Peach Ancient Tree for a look, but they were caught red‑handed, and immediately gave an embarrassed greeting.

"Daoist... and that big black dog?"

An Miaoyi stared for a moment; she hadn't expected to see these two again after over ten years.

Back then, the Eastern Wasteland had been turned upside down by these two troublemakers, with dogs and chickens unsettled, everyone hating them to the point of itching teeth.

"You weren't supposed to have gone off to the outer realms; how are you here? Could it be..."

Suddenly, An Miaoyi reacted; her crystalline brows twitched, her breath halted, and the shock in her eyes could not be concealed.

"Little Black."

A soft call came forth, actually containing a unique Daoist resonance, divine power undulating, capable of moving human souls and spirits, causing the heart to quicken involuntarily.

Not long after arriving at the Jade Pool, the big black dog and those two vanished; judging from Yang Zhu's knowledge of them, they must have sneaked off to beneath the ancient tree.

Yang Zhu and the Jade Pool Saintess came side by side, both bearing an otherworldly demeanor, making them a fine pair, like a beautiful painting come to life, most pleasing to the eye.

Indeed, as he had thought, upon arrival they found them right away.

"Brother Jiang? Miss An? I never expected you two to also be here."

Upon seeing Jiang Yi Fei and An Miaoyi, Yang Zhu felt slightly surprised; having just returned to the Northern Dipper, he ran into an old acquaintance.

"Brother Yang, you've finally returned!"

Jiang Yi Fei stepped forward, quite excited; if Yang Zhu weren't there, he truly wouldn't know what could intimidate that bunch at the Myriad Clans Assembly.

Now meeting Yang Zhu, he knows the human race finally has enough backing for him! "I said I would come back."

Yang Zhu gave a slight nod; after years apart, Jiang Yi Fei remains as refined as ever, though his bearing now carries an added pressure.

"This servant has seen Master Yang."

An Miaoyi gazed at Yang Zhu without blinking, her eyes holding an indescribable emotion, as she performed a modest salute.

"Miss An, long time no see; I wonder how you've been lately?"

Yang Zhu smiled faintly.

"Thank you for your concern; Miaoyi is all well."

An Miaoyi replied thus, but her gaze would often unconsciously drop, daring not to meet Yang Zhu's eyes.

"We have pressing matters; we'll return another day. Regarding the news of my return, please keep it from spreading for now."

After a brief while, Yang Zhu led the Jade Pool Saintess, the big black dog, and others away.

"Imperial son, where are we headed?"

After leaving the Jade Pool, the big black dog turned back for a glance at the Flat Peach Ancient Tree's spot, feeling very unwilling, clearly just a little short...

"Return to Purple Mountain."

Yang Zhu wanted to verify some matters; calculating the time, the incident wasn't far off, hoping he could still catch up.

Big Black Dog and three people were left outside Purple Mountain; when Yang Zhu returned inside and saw the broken seal and the few strands of red hair on the ground, his heart sank instantly.

Could it still be like in my previous life?

Yang Zhu whispered, not wanting to see that person die as in the original.

Zhang Lin, a fifth-generation Source Heaven Master, his source technique astonished the world; he was a figure of astonishing talent and extraordinary beauty.

In that era, he was unmatched; although the Source Heaven Master did not prove the Dao through the traditional Great Dao, the Source Heaven Way likewise possessed extraordinary power.

He could, with a raise of his hand, bind dragon veins, laying down a Source Heaven Forbidden Grand Formation so terrifying it could kill even ancient saints.

However, Zhang Lin was constrained by the ill omen curse of the late-era Source Heaven Master lineage, turning into a monster covered in red hair, with muddled consciousness, neither human nor ghost, sealed by the Beginningless Great Emperor in Purple Mountain.

But when Ye Fan accidentally awakened him, he did not hesitate, relying on his last pure sliver of consciousness, forcefully suppressing Spirit Valley.

Finally, he turned into a splendid silhouette and completely vanished from the world.

Yang Zhu admired his integrity, not wanting to see this happen again, and determined to do something.

"Who I come??"

After leaving, Yang Zhu led several people back to Purple Mountain.

Afterward, he alone walked onto the Dao platform, hoping only that it was not too late.

Big Black Dog and the others did not ask further, merely waiting quietly.

Eastern Wasteland, Spirit Valley.

This is a divine land, with myriad mountains towering, solemn and majestic; in this deep night, Spirit Valley's light shoots into the heavens, blazing and dazzling, like the divine furnace of the Ancient Heavenly Court burning.

At this moment, shouts of killing shook the valley; blades and swords filled the air, a tragic song of blood and life intertwined, with many driven to madness by slaughter.

Who could have imagined that the Ancient Royal Clan would suffer an attack?

All along, they have ruled the world, slaughtered in all directions, looked down upon the earth, making all tribes tremble.

But now, in this dark night, a group of death gods descended from the heavens, slaughtering their territory, simply inconceivable!

"Ah…… kill!"

Zhang Lin's entire body was covered in strange red hair; he roared to the heavens like a demonic god, already having gone mad with killing.

(Chapter complete)