Chapter 653: My Son!

After Su Yu stepped through the seven‑colored portal.

He only felt a wave of dizziness rippling through his mind.

Immediately, the scene before his eyes underwent an earth‑shaking transformation.

Before him appeared a massive palace.

The palace's great gate was tightly shut.

Next to the gate stood a huge stone tablet.

Golden patterns covered the entire tablet.

Su Yu's eyebrows lifted slightly as he slowly approached the tablet.

Just as Su Yu began to step forward, his body trembled faintly.

A powerful force seemed to be preventing Su Yu from entering.

But soon, a golden radiance flashed over Su Yu.

That force vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

"What's going on?"

Su Yu's brows furrowed slightly, puzzled.

Nevertheless, he kept moving step by step toward the tablet.

Finally, Su Yu stood before the tablet.

At that moment, Su Yu finally saw the tablet's full appearance.

Engraved on it was a golden warblade motif.

Su Yu's gaze just touched the golden design.

A beam of gold burst from the design and shot straight into Su Yu's mind.

Su Yu's body quivered slightly.

In his mind, an image involuntarily surfaced.

In the image.

Heaven and earth shattered.

All things withered.

Black currents swirled between heaven and earth, and faintly one could hear Ferocious Beasts' roars echoing across the world.

Roar—roar—roar!!!

The sound surged, stirring tumultuous waves in Su Yu's mind.

Moreover, the sound was extremely familiar to Su Yu.

It was unmistakably the call of the Kui.

Su Yu's complexion flashed with surprise as he looked into the image.

In a corner of the void, a ferocious fissure tore open.

Kui swarmed the sky, crazily bursting from the fissure to ravage the world.

Behind the endless horde of Kui, an enormous figure emerged beyond the fissure.

Its palm alone was the size of the fissure.

Its fingers were starkly pale, as if coated in white lacquer.

When the palm extended, heaven and earth seemed unable to bear its power.

They began to quake continuously.

The ground split with fissures, mountains shifted, and rivers boiled.

Omens surged across the world.

It was like the end of the world.

Swish—swish—swish!!!

Ripping sounds pierced the void.

Within heaven and earth, silhouettes appeared in rapid succession across the firmament.

Each figure possessed Saint Realm cultivation.

They unleashed terrifying power.

With a wave of their hand, countless Kui fell among them.

At the forefront stood a middle‑aged man in a golden robe.

In his hand he bore a golden warblade.

When Su Yu saw the man's features clearly, his pupils involuntarily narrowed.

Because… this man was unmistakably the Su Wu Ming he had seen during the Blade‑Court trial!

Seeing Su Wu Ming, whose appearance was strikingly similar to his own, Su Yu silently formed a hypothesis.

Behind Su Wu Ming stood a graceful figure, standing quietly.

That phantom was extremely familiar to Su Yu.

It was the vague silhouette Su Yu had glimpsed on the Testing Stone back on the Continent of Ten Thousand Tribes.

"Mother…"

Su Yu's throat seemed choked with sobs.

Yet within the image, Su Yu's presence was like an anomaly, unnoticed by anyone.

"Kill!"

Su Wu Ming brandished the holy blade, his murderous voice echoing through heaven and earth.

Boom—boom—!!!

Behind him, countless saints each launched terrifying attacks that fell upon that pale palm.

The final scene was exactly the same as the one Su Yu had seen earlier during the execution courtyard assessment.

A deity's arm was severed, and Su Wu Ming, leading many strong ones, entered the rift of the other world.

Forcefully sealing the deity.

But now cannot return to the Central Immortal Realm.

When the scene ended, Su Yu's body twitched slightly.

Only then did he return to normal.

Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.

He discovered that he was no longer near the stone stele.

Around him, dazzling golden‑and‑emerald lights flickered, like broad daylight.

Massive Stone Pillars rose from the ground, supporting the entire palace complex.

"Hm?"

Su Yu's eyebrows lifted slightly as his gaze drifted toward the depths of the palace.

There, in the palace's depths, a golden figure sat silently on the throne, eyes closed.

When Su Yu saw the figure clearly, waves of turmoil surged in his mind.

Because... the person before him was none other than Su Wu Ming, whom he had seen in the scene.

He was also the Su Wu Ming that Su Yu encountered during the trial.

But unlike the projection of Su Wu Ming he had seen earlier in the trial.

Su Yu could distinctly feel that this phantom before him differed greatly from the earlier projection.

If the earlier projection lacked any emotion or intellect,

it could only operate based on the commands left at that time.

Then this phantom before him...

seems to have its own mind!

Moreover, most importantly... Su Yu sensed an extremely familiar aura on this phantom.

That aura could only be felt by blood relatives!

Although nothing was explained, Su Yu already formed his own speculation.

Su Yu quietly watched the phantom before him, motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the phantom that had been seated on the throne slowly opened its eyes.

A beam of brilliance shot out from its eyes.

With a thunderous roar as its eyes opened, the entire palace quaked violently.

The ground rolled like tides, continuously.

But soon, that disturbance dissipated.

The palace returned to calm.

Su Wu Ming's phantom slowly rose, and, under Su Yu's gaze, walked forward.

In a single step, it crossed the distance between them and arrived before Su Yu.

Su Wu Ming slowly extended his arm, as if to place it atop Su Yu's head.

Su Yu's body twitched slightly, seeming to resist, but he endured and let Su Wu Ming's palm rest on his head.

Su Wu Ming gently stroked Su Yu's head, a faint smile appearing on his face.

A voice as gentle as spring breezes sounded in Su Yu's ear.

"You've worked hard, my son!"