Chapter 293: Rebirth - I Became the Grandpa (Part 17)
"It's you!"
Yang Shentian's face twisted with rage. He felt as if a bright green hat had been placed firmly on his head. The entire hall of guests seemed to be watching his humiliation.
Dongfang Yunxing ignored him. He turned to Lu Xuewei. The golden phoenix crown on her head fell away, revealing her devastatingly beautiful face.
Lu Xuewei gazed at the familiar figure. The youthful softness from years ago had faded, replaced by a steady, mature aura.
"Lu Xuewei," Dongfang Yunxing said, his voice clear and resolute. "If we can leave this place alive today, with heaven as our witness and sun and moon as our bond, will you marry me and become my wife?"
The sky churned. It seemed as if the heavens themselves were furious.
The grand protective array of the Great Sun Sacred Land enveloped the world, and countless golden figures emerged, forming the array's boundaries.
All the powerful experts gathered in the Southern Domain watched in disbelief.
"That's Dongfang Yunxing—the greatest dark horse to rise in the Southern Domain over the past decade. He has the potential to become a saint."
"How dare he? This is the Great Sun Sacred Land. He won't walk out of here alive today."
"I have to admit, Dongfang Yunxing has true courage. To challenge both the Great Sun Sacred Land and the Drifting Snow Sacred Land for a single woman…"
"What a pity. Such a promising common-born genius from the Southern Domain…"
Many elders from various forces recognized him. In the past ten years, Dongfang Yunxing's name had shaken the Southern Domain. He had fought his way into the top five of the Prodigy Ranking. Sacred Lands had offered to take him as a disciple, only to be rejected. Hidden experts had tried to accept him as a successor, only to be turned down as well.
Lu Xuewei smiled, her face capable of toppling nations, and nodded gently. She extended a slender arm. Dongfang Yunxing took her hand.
"I, Lu Xuewei, am willing to be Dongfang Yunxing's wife. For all eternity, my heart will never waver."
Yang Shentian's face turned purple with fury. On his wedding day, in front of the entire Southern Domain, he had been cuckolded.
"Adulterous man and slut! I will kill you both with my own hands!"
He roared and attacked. The grand array sealed the area as Yang Shentian struck personally, determined to personally execute Dongfang Yunxing and Lu Xuewei to vent his hatred and wash away his shame.
An elder of the Great Sun Sacred Land ordered, "Activate the array! Do not let anyone escape! The Emperor Son will kill them himself!"
If Yang Shentian did not personally slay the pair today, it might damage his Dao heart and hinder his future cultivation.
No one in the Great Sun Sacred Land doubted that Yang Shentian could kill them. He was the Emperor Son of the Great Sun Sacred Land, the greatest genius the Southern Domain had seen in ten thousand years. The difference between Emperor Talent and Saint Talent was like heaven and earth.
Dongfang Yunxing remained calm, a sharp glint in his eyes. He looked at Yang Shentian and spoke indifferently, "Today, I will kill you."
His tone was flat, as if simply stating a fact.
He had received his master's command: be bold and act freely.
Before Yang Shentian could laugh in contempt, ancient and obscure characters flashed. A resounding war horn echoed.
Dongfang Yunxing's aura surged explosively.
Battle Secret.
The black sword in his hand blazed with inextinguishable black flames. In an instant, a cage of swords formed from all directions, trapping Yang Shentian.
The black flames spread. Yang Shentian's golden robes burned in the void. His hair and eyebrows were incinerated in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it! Bastard! I will make you die!"
Yang Shentian roared. Layers of golden halos spun around him like a blazing sun as he charged straight at Dongfang Yunxing.
Dongfang Yunxing held Lu Xuewei in his arms. Facing the approaching Yang Shentian, he transformed his black sword into a dragon. Yet Yang Shentian shattered it with three punches, breaking the blade to pieces.
"What other tricks do you have left?" Yang Shentian snarled. "If that's all, then die. I'll kill that slut first, then torture you slowly!"
Though golden sacred light still swirled around him, his entire body was burning under the Undying Nether Flames. Even with the Emperor-grade techniques of the Great Sun Sacred Land, he could not extinguish or resist the terrifying fire.
The moment his words fell, countless runes gathered in the sky above him, forming intersecting lines that condensed into a massive five-fingered palm. It descended from the heavens with overwhelming terror, causing even the elders of the Great Sun Sacred Land to tremble.
"Not good! The Emperor Son is in danger!"
Dongfang Yunxing's killing move was aimed straight at Yang Shentian's life.
Everyone found it hard to believe. Was Yang Shentian actually going to lose—perhaps even die?
At the critical moment, a golden protective barrier suddenly appeared around Yang Shentian and clashed with the terrifying palm.
"That is a life-saving artifact given to the Emperor Son by one of the Great Sun Sacred Land's Saint ancestors. It activates when his life is threatened. Even if Dongfang Yunxing were at the Saint realm, he could not threaten the Emperor Son's life with his current Void Refining cultivation."
"The outcome is already decided. Dongfang Yunxing is alone, while Yang Shentian stands behind the entire Great Sun Sacred Land. Even if he defeats the Emperor Son, he cannot kill him, and the Sacred Land will never let him escape."
"What a pity… I didn't expect this youth named Dongfang Yunxing to be strong enough to defeat Yang Shentian. Truly a shame…"
Many sighed in regret. Had they discovered him earlier, they would have spared no expense to recruit him. But now, he had offended both the Great Sun Sacred Land and the Drifting Snow Sacred Land. He was doomed.
No one believed Dongfang Yunxing could break through the Saint-level protection and threaten Yang Shentian.
But at that very moment, the three-legged nether crow totem behind Dongfang Yunxing—whose eyes had remained tightly shut—slowly opened.
No one understood what had happened.
Yang Shentian had just breathed a sigh of relief when the indestructible barrier, filled with the aura of a Saint, disintegrated into nothing in an instant.
It happened too suddenly. No one had time to react.
The massive palm covered in ten thousand runes descended from the sky and struck Yang Shentian directly.
A mournful cry echoed throughout the entire Great Sun Sacred Land.
The elders of the Great Sun Sacred Land watched with bloodshot eyes, their faces filled with grief and fury.
"No… Emperor Son…"
Yang Shentian was dead.
The sudden turn of events had left no expert with time to intervene. Or perhaps, in that fleeting instant, time itself had accelerated countless times over.
The bright sun in the sky still shone with dazzling brilliance.
Yet in the eyes of all the Southern Domain powerhouses who had come to witness the ceremony, that radiant sun now appeared… incomparably dark.
Only one thought echoed in everyone's minds:
"The sky of the Southern Domain… is about to collapse!"
Chapter 294: Rebirth - I Became the Grandpa (Part 18)
Yang Shentian was dead. He had died on the territory of the Great Sun Sacred Land itself.
A chilling killing intent filled the entire Sacred Land.
Suddenly, the space shattered like a mirror. An incomparably terrifying aura descended, forcing everyone present to feel an irresistible urge to submit.
"It's a Saint…"
A Saint from the Great Sun Sacred Land had personally taken action against a junior. Yang Shentian's death had driven the Sacred Land into madness.
Lu Xuewei felt her body on the verge of annihilation. The terrifying power was like divine punishment. No one could survive it.
"Husband, it seems we are destined to be a pair of ill-fated lovers," Lu Xuewei said. There was no fear of death on her face. She held Dongfang Yunxing's hand tightly, her eyes filled with relief as the destructive force descended.
"We won't die… We still have the vast rivers and mountains of this world to explore together," Dongfang Yunxing replied, shaking his head.
"Master… help me!"
He spoke softly.
A response echoed in his mind.
"Leave the rest… to your master."
Dongfang Yunxing closed his eyes, seemingly giving up all resistance.
The terrifying tribulation light engulfed both him and Lu Xuewei. The power of a Saint was truly horrifying.
"What a pity. Dongfang Yunxing defeated Yang Shentian in just two moves. Such a genius—if he hadn't offended the Great Sun Sacred Land—would have had limitless prospects. He might have even achieved the Dao in this era."
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. If he had lain low for a few thousand years, the Great Sun Sacred Land might have been destroyed by this youth."
"He cannot survive this time. A Saint has taken action—an unrivaled expert who has watched over the Southern Domain for thousands of years."
"But… but… he seems to still be alive!"
"What nonsense? Even the strongest Nirvana realm Venerable would perish. How could a mere Void Refining realm cultivator survive?"
"I'm not joking… Look over there. There really is a figure…"
"..."
Everyone had believed the outcome was already decided.
Yet within that terrifying tribulation light, a vague silhouette could be seen. That small black dot appeared utterly insignificant beneath the devastating strike that spanned tens of thousands of zhang. However, it refused to disappear.
Gradually, the figure grew larger, tearing through the destructive tribulation light.
"That's Dongfang Yunxing! He's really not dead!"
"How is this possible? No, this is absolutely impossible!"
"....."
The figure was Dongfang Yunxing.
And yet, it was not.
"It has been a long time since I last walked the world," the figure murmured softly.
A pair of profound black wings spread behind him—magnificent, mysterious, and supremely noble.
With just a gentle flap of those black wings, countless experts across the Great Sun Sacred Land turned into blood mist in an instant. The grand array capable of grinding down Saints shattered completely.
The figure walked calmly through the air, one step at a time. With every step, the space itself could not withstand the terrifying power and split open, leaving permanent footprints wreathed in inextinguishable black flames.
He was like an ancient, towering existence stepping down from a supreme throne engraved upon a totem, surveying the myriad heavens.
His deep eyes were utterly indifferent, looking down upon all living beings and everything in existence. Countless creatures and the endless flow of time seemed no more than a speck of dust or a drop in the ocean in his gaze.
The unconscious Lu Xuewei was carried in his hand like a small chick, though no one paid her any attention at that moment.
"Who are you? You are not him!"
A Saint from the Great Sun Sacred Land had appeared. He was a seventh-tier Saint who had cultivated for four thousand years and witnessed countless generations of prodigies rise and fall.
Yet at this moment, the Saint who had calmly watched the vicissitudes of the mortal world showed unparalleled terror in his eyes. What he saw was far too horrifying. This was definitely not the youth from before.
He saw the rise and fall of eras, the prosperity and decline of ten thousand ages. Even time itself was nothing more than a toy in the palm. He saw groups of prodigies rising together, Emperors dominating the heavens, and finally gods and demons falling. Even an unrivaled Great Emperor was swallowed in a single gulp.
"Ah…"
The Saint suddenly let out a miserable scream. In midair, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist like a bursting firework. His Dao heart had been completely destroyed.
All it took was one glance.
The Saint's blood rained down, carrying scorching saintly energy like molten lava. Yet every person present felt a bone-chilling cold.
A Saint had died just like that, not in a grand battle, but from a single despairing cry. He had turned into blood mist without the slightest resistance. It was simply too bizarre.
"A mere Saint dares to covet this Emperor's secrets?" Su Chen said calmly. "Even if I showed them to you, could you bear the karma?"
He watched the Saint turn into blood mist without the slightest surprise. The Great Sun Sacred Land's Saint had tried to deduce his identity. Su Chen had neither cared nor hidden anything. Unfortunately, the Saint could not withstand the terrifying karma. His Dao heart shattered, and he chose annihilation.
After a brief silence, grief-stricken cries erupted across the Great Sun Sacred Land.
"Ancestor !"
The Saint ancestor had taught countless elders and disciples in the Sacred Land. Even the current Holy Lord owed him great kindness.
Deep within the Great Sun Sacred Land's ancestral grounds, as if responding to the desperate calls of its people, a terrifying aura awakened.
"What audacity! Who dares act so recklessly in my Great Sun Sacred Land?!"
It was a Saint King ancestor.
Hope returned to the faces of the Great Sun Sacred Land's survivors. A Saint King was practically the strongest expert openly present in the Southern Domain in this era.
A Saint King was powerful.
Yet at this moment, a terrifying thought arose in the minds of the powerhouses from various Southern Domain forces.
Could a Saint King truly be a match for that terrifying existence?
They soon received their answer.
"So after beating the young one, the old one comes. After beating the old one, an even older one appears?" Su Chen remarked. This was all too familiar to him.
In midair, the figure that looked like Dongfang Yunxing calmly extended one hand. In the next instant, a decrepit old man appeared within his grasp.
The old man was shrouded in deathly qi. His turbid eyes were filled with fear and horror.
He was the Saint King ancestor who had just emerged from the Great Sun Sacred Land. Sensing the death of a Saint within the Sacred Land, he had rushed out in fury, only to be grabbed the moment he left the ancestral grounds, completely powerless to resist.
"Isn't… isn't that our Great Sun Sacred Land's Saint King ancestor?"
The surviving members of the Sacred Land felt their minds collapse. Their worldview had been shattered.
Bang!
Su Chen looked at the blood mist before him with an expressionless face.
"The Dao heart of this Great Sun Sacred Land Saint was far too fragile."
He felt rather bored. He had not even made a move, yet a Saint and a Saint King had both been scared to death.