“My son, the path of Cultivation is fraught with destiny’s tribulations.”
“But with your father here, I will surely keep you safe.”
“Do whatever you wish, go forth and do it!”
This low, yet gentle voice, as if from the depths of time, echoed within Jiang Ye’s Sea of Consciousness.
The voice carried a reassuring power, as if it could suppress all calamities in the world and shield him from the storms.
Jiang Ye’s eyes were slightly closed, remaining silent for a long time.
He felt as if his Divine Soul was enveloped in warmth, and an emotion he had never experienced before welled up in his heart.
After a long while, he took a deep breath, a faint smile gracing the corner of his lips.
“Thank you, old man.”
“Between us, father and son, there’s no need for such formalities.”
The remnant shadow of the Great Emperor smiled softly, gazing at Jiang Ye with complex eyes.
Two hundred thousand years had passed.
This was the first time he had truly spoken to his son.
Even if it was only as a wisp of will, it was enough.
After two hundred thousand years apart, he truly missed his son.
The Great Emperor’s illusory figure rubbed his hands, his expression revealing a hint of imperceptible anticipation and shyness.
“Hehe, speaking of which, son, have you missed your father all these years?”
Jiang Ye smiled faintly, rolled his eyes at him, and said, “No!”
“I was Sealed in the Divine Origin for a full two hundred thousand years and just woke up; where would I find the time to miss you?”
Great Emperor Jiang Feibai’s mouth twitched, his old face reddened, and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.
Alright, still his biological son.
Just like his mother, sharp-tongued.
Back then, he was a Peak Great Emperor whose mere stomp could shake the Heavens, and countless people held him in awe.
Yet, in front of this brat, all his authority vanished, making him seem like a scolded old man.
But facing his own son, what did it matter how great his Cultivation was?
This scoundrel wasn’t afraid of him.
After all, for a Great Emperor to have a child, it was harder than ascending to Heaven.
So naturally, he spoiled him rotten.
His position in the family was still not solid enough.
Jiang Feibai secretly felt aggrieved.
“This… that…”
“Speaking of which, how has your mother been doing lately?”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye’s lips curved into a smile, a hint of slyness flashing in his eyes: “She’s fine. Speaking of two hundred thousand years, where have you been enjoying yourself, old man? Did you find another one?”
Jiang Feibai flinched at once, shaking his hands repeatedly, his face covered in sweat.
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t talk nonsense!”
“What kind of person is your old man? How could I possibly do such a thing!”
Jiang Ye couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head gently, and said no more.
In that brief moment, he had already glimpsed Zhong Tianyi’s true Origin from the refined Divine Soul.
During the recent Possession.
He had already understood the specific background of this “Zhong Tianyi.”
In the long river of time in the endless Universe, he could indeed be considered a peerless hero.
His first life was named Zhong Changlin.
His Dao title was Dao Ruins Great Emperor.
His Cultivation was at the Half-Step Heavenly Emperor, making him a top-tier figure in that era.
His Cultivation was similar to the current Su Hongye.
With great resolve, he abandoned the immense Cultivation body of his first life, re-entered the Dao, and planned for tens of thousands of years.
“This person… indeed has some courage,” Jiang Ye sighed inwardly.
However, his schemes this time were ultimately completely ruined by himself and Ye Qingyun, two “troublemakers.”
The only thing left.
Was just the body of Quasi-Emperor Tian Yin.
Although there was still Zhong Tianyi’s Origin Divine Soul, most of the memory content was gone.
Past experiences and supreme secret techniques no longer existed.
Even if he now sensed that his main body was dead and fled, he posed virtually no threat.
“Hmm?”
Jiang Ye’s gaze sharpened, and his expression suddenly changed, as if he remembered something.
“Old man, did you Seal all of Zhong Tianyi’s memories into the soul refining pot?”
He knew very well.
That was the complete memory of an ancient Great Emperor, containing countless Heavenly Dao insights and Dao secret techniques… If he could absorb even a little, it would greatly benefit his Cultivation.
Within his Divine Soul, his father’s Great Emperor remnant shadow said with exasperation:
“Cough, cough, son, this thing, you really aren’t suitable to take it right now.”
“You are still young; you should walk your own Dao.”
“Besides, that old fellow’s memories aren’t as precious as you think.”
“Aside from some crooked Evil Path Soul Refining techniques, the remaining Cultivation methods are no longer suitable for the path you are taking.”
Jiang Ye said with some regret, “Is that so? Then never mind.”
His father was right.
He was still young and indeed should not take shortcuts.
One’s Dao path must not be interfered with by others’ memories; otherwise, even if strength temporarily surged, it would inevitably plant hidden dangers.
This old man, who seemed unreliable, was actually very thoughtful.
Jiang Feibai pondered for a moment, then added, “I’ve embedded a piece of content in the soul refining pot. When you return, remember to manifest it and give it to your mother.”
He spoke with a serious expression, his gaze containing a hint of solemnity.
“Although that Dao Ruins’ secret technique seems complex and outdated… its core concept is quite something.”
“But its essence still has some merits.”
“Especially his imagined Nine Nether Immortal Demon Body; its conception is bizarre, and its Fusion method is extremely bold.”
“It still has some Dao to it.”
Jiang Feibai paused here, a meaningful expression appearing on his face.
“And your mother…”
He stopped mid-sentence, as if recalling some old matter he didn’t wish to delve into, then cleared his throat and changed the subject:
“Hmm… this Physique should be quite compatible with your mother.”
“Perhaps your mother will greatly benefit from it, and it’s not impossible for her to directly advance to the Heavenly Emperor Realm.”
Jiang Ye listened with surprise, nodding his head, understanding the importance of the matter.
He had basically understood Zhong Tianyi’s Nine Nether Immortal Demon Body scheme just now.
If Su Hongye advanced to Heavenly Emperor because of this… then his backing would be even more stable.
Thinking of this, he grinned, a hint of teasing in his expression, and with a roll of his eyes, he looked at the Great Emperor’s remnant shadow in his Divine Soul, asking with a playful smile:
“By the way, old man, what Realm are you in now? Have you been slacking off? Can you beat my mother?”
“As your son, I’m still waiting to enjoy a life of ease; don’t disappoint me.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Feibai’s mouth twitched fiercely, and the muscles on his face trembled.
This scoundrel.
Always bringing up what he shouldn’t.
He had barely managed to escape from the dark and chaotic war; it had taken him a lot of effort to stabilize his Realm back then.
He hadn’t fully recovered yet.
Now… he rubbed his nose, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and some resentment as he said, “You brat, your mouth is really unforgiving.”
“Your father here has just stabilized his Realm and hasn’t even recovered to his Peak state yet…”
“And you’re already worrying about whether I can beat your mother?”
At this point, Jiang Feibai couldn’t help but roll his eyes, his face clearly saying, “I’m too difficult.”
What was even more frustrating.
The current him really couldn’t beat Su Hongye.
Especially when that woman went crazy, she was completely unreasonable.
Jiang Feibai sighed, adding with an unhappy expression, “You brat, truly, a dignified innate Immortal Physique, where’s your ambition? Your backbone? You, on the other hand, spend all day thinking about being a second-generation rich kid.”
“Your father and your mother were both figures who swept across their generation and suppressed an era; how did we give birth to such a scoundrel like you?”
The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and his speaking speed quickened.
Recalling those years, this brat had never liked to Cultivate since he was little. He was either staring blankly at the clouds all day or secretly sneaking into the back mountain to sleep and sunbathe.
Every time he managed to coax him into Cultivating for a moment, within the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the brat would run off to his mother to complain.
What was even more infuriating.
Su Hongye always protected him fiercely!
Not only did she not scold him, but she would lecture him instead.
