79: Chapter 79 Your mother and I have a past!

Lu Chen stepped on the shattered Void Realm, carrying Wei Hongyu horizontally as he slowly descended.

His gaze swept across the battlefield.

Leng Qingqiu lay prone in a pile of rubble, her white clothes soaked through with blood.

Most of the fur on Yun Qianyue's nine fox tails was scorched, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of her mouth.

Half of Yan Lingji's crimson qipao was torn, and there was a wound on her shoulder deep enough to see the bone.

Su Xuner and Su Qiyue huddled behind a giant rock, the shield propped up by two Emperor Weapon Embryos teetering on the verge of collapse.

Xiao Yuzhu lay on the ground, motionless.

Her Dao Foundation was shattered, and cyan light spots were still slowly overflowing from her body, dissipating into the air.

Lu Chen gently set Wei Hongyu down.

He did not speak.

His Heavy Pupils slowly rotated, and in the gap between the double pupils, two streams of Qi—one black and one white—began to surge.

The bodies of Wan Tianchou and the other four froze simultaneously.

It was not because they were restrained, but because instinctive fear caused their limbs to reject all commands from their brains.

"This time, I will not send you the Four-Character Mantra."

Lu Chen's voice was very soft, so soft that only those a few steps in front of him could hear it.

"I will use you to test my new method."

The light from his Heavy Pupils flared brilliantly.

A stream of pure, death-grey Qi surged from the pupil of Lu Chen's left eye, while a wisp of pale life force blossomed from the pupil of his right eye.

The Qi of Life and Death.

The two streams of Qi shot out from Lu Chen's eye sockets, intertwining in mid-air to form two pillars of Qi—one black and one white—that crushed toward the five Saints.

Wan Tianchou opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy.

The first breath.

The moment the Death Qi touched the protective spiritual energy on his body, the cultivation barrier of his Saint Realm Great Perfection collapsed instantly.

It was not shattered; it was "aged." The spiritual energy lost its vitality and turned into a pool of stagnant water.

Wan Tianchou's hands withered at a speed visible to the naked eye; his skin shriveled, his muscles dried up, and his joints protruded.

His head of black hair turned greyish-white within three breaths, then from greyish-white to withered yellow, and finally fell out in clumps.

Ming Jiuyou's staff slipped from his hand; his ten fingers bent and twisted, and his nails became brittle and cracked.

The staff fell to the ground, and the eerie green ghost fire on the skull at the top of the staff extinguished with a pop.

Zi Qianlan let out a sharp, mournful cry.

In a very short time, her Face transformed from that of a middle-aged woman into that of a mummified corpse. The dragon-headed cane slipped from her hands, and although she tried to grab something, her fingers could no longer grasp anything.

The second breath.

The lightning surrounding Lei Zhengtian and Lei Xuzi was completely extinguished. Both of their cultivation levels began to regress crazily from the Saint Realm Great Perfection.

Saint, Sendai... Dao Palace, Wheel Sea...

The Qi of Life and Death followed no logic.

This was not a battle; it was an erasure at the level of Law.

The third breath.

The five mummified corpses shattered simultaneously.

Their bones turned to dust, their flesh and skin turned to ashes, and even their Divine Souls completely dissolved under the power of time.

With a gust of wind, nothing remained.

The five veteran Saints who had dominated the Eastern Wilderness for a thousand years had their Divine Souls completely destroyed within three breaths.

They died without a sound.

Lu Chen retracted the power of his Heavy Pupils.

He beckoned with his right hand, and the five Storage Rings jumped up from the ashes, landing neatly in his palm. His Emperor Divine Sense swept over them, erasing the mental imprints.

Lu Chen stuffed the Storage Rings into his sleeves and turned to walk quickly toward Xiao Yuzhu.

He crouched down and placed his fingers on Xiao Yuzhu's wrist.

He poured in his Emperor Divine Sense to examine her entire body's Meridians.

Her Dao Foundation was shattered, but her True Spirit remained. Twelve of her Meridians were broken, and her internal organs were displaced, but her core Divine Soul had not dissipated.

Lu Chen took out a jade-green Medicinal Pill from his storage space, crushed it, and fed it directly into Xiao Yuzhu's mouth.

Immediately afterward, he took out three Immortal Plants emitting a dim light, converted them into pure medicinal energy, and injected it into her Dantian, stabilizing her constantly draining life force.

Xiao Yuzhu's breathing gradually stabilized.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Lu Chen crouching in front of her; her lips trembled.

"Old Ancestor, my Dao Foundation is shattered. This Disciple's path of cultivation..."

Xiao Yuzhu's eyes turned red. For a Cultivator, a shattered Dao Foundation was more painful than death.

This meant that her hundreds of years of bitter cultivation had been in vain, and she would have no further connection with the Dao.

Lu Chen stood up and brushed the dust off his hands.

"Your path is not broken."

"After you return, come to my Xiaoyao Peak to take up a post as a steward."

Lu Chen looked down at her.

"As for reshaping your Dao Foundation, I, this Emperor, will take care of it."

Xiao Yuzhu was stunned in place.

Reshape the Dao Foundation?

But the person who said this was the only Emperor in the world.

Xiao Yuzhu's eyes were red; she struggled to crawl up from the ground and knelt on one knee.

"This Disciple thanks the Old Ancestor for your great kindness!"

Lu Chen waved his hand, signaling her not to move, and turned to focus his attention on the other three people.

Jiang Yifei was wearing his protective Emperor Armor and was covered in blood, but the self-healing ability of his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body allowed his injuries to recover the fastest.

He limped forward and bowed before Lu Chen.

"Thank you, Senior Emperor Yun, for your great kindness in saving my life!"

Nangong Ziyi and Ji Linger also bowed behind Jiang Yifei.

"Senior, your great kindness and virtue, Ziyi will never forget."

"Linger as well!"

Lu Chen looked at them, tucking his hands into his sleeves.

"Saving these three is fine."

"But standing behind these three are the three great Ancient Desolate Families of the Central Plains."

"This favor cannot be given away for free."

Lu Chen cleared his throat and began to make things up.

"Everyone get up; it was just a matter of convenience."

He pointed at Nangong Ziyi.

"Your aunt Nangong Waner and I have a history. For her Face, you won't die."

Nangong Ziyi blushed and lowered her head.

She had heard about her aunt's affairs long ago. It was rumored that her aunt had snatched her best friend's fiancé and even forced herself on him—could it be that the person they were talking about was Emperor Yun!

Lu Chen then pointed at Ji Linger.

"Your Revered Master and I have a history."

Ji Linger blinked.

"Senior, I don't have a Revered Master."

Lu Chen's mouth twitched, and he quickly changed his words.

"The surname Ji and I have a history. I am a true fan. I once swore that as long as someone has the surname Ji, I will save them! However, I don't like calling Ji as Ji; I usually call chicken as Kun!"

Ji Linger tilted her head and added, "I have an aunt! Ji Ziyue! Does Senior know her?"

Lu Chen nodded, "Yes, I know her, I know her. I have a history with all of them."

Jiang Yifei had been waiting on the side for a long time and finally couldn't help but step forward.

He clutched his fist to his chest, his expression excited.

"Senior! What about me? This Junior is the Young Lord of the Jiang Family! Do you also have a connection with my Jiang Family?"

Lu Chen looked him up and down.

"How could there not be? Your mother and I also have a history."

Jiang Yifei's expression froze on his Face.

Nangong Ziyi covered her mouth.

Ji Linger turned her head to the side, her shoulders starting to shake as she snickered.

Only after saying this did Lu Chen realize something was wrong.

But words spoken by a dignified Emperor could not be taken back. He remained calm and took long strides forward.

"Let's go, let's go. The Secret Realm is about to close."

Jiang Yifei stood in place, his mind in turmoil.

"My mother and Emperor Yun have a history?"

"What kind of history?"

"My mother is the Matriarch of the Jiang Family. When Emperor Yun was in the Dragon Transformation Realm two hundred years ago, he was wandering all over the Azure Emperors Secret Realm. At that time, my mother..."

"My mother did indeed come to the Eastern Region for training when she was young..."

Jiang Yifei suddenly looked up at Lu Chen's retreating figure.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"My father Jiang Yang is at the sixth level of the Quasi-Emperor Realm!"

"But Emperor Yun said "have a history"... not "know each other"..."

"He said the same thing to Nangong Ziyi—that they "have a history." Aunt Waner is Emperor Yun's ex-girlfriend, I know that!"

"The same phrasing! The same tone!"

Jiang Yifei was so scared that his legs went weak, and he steadied himself against the rubble nearby.

Nangong Ziyi walked over and waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Jiang Yifei? Are you done for? You really are a weakling!"

Jiang Yifei's lips trembled twice.

"Ziyi, do you think I look like Emperor Yun?"

Nangong Ziyi looked at him seriously.

"Not at all."

Jiang Yifei: ...