137: Emperor Lingyun

A raging fire, immensely powerful, ignited in the hexagonal City, bright enough to illuminate the entire Imperial Capital; even those living at the very edge looked up curiously.

Amidst the towering flames, a madman danced and laughed wildly.

But the sorrow in that laughter was almost heartbreaking, leaving even those who had no idea what was happening with a suffocating sense of grief.

Countless powerhouses soared into the sky, surrounding the ruins, their eyes filled with complex emotions, only sighs remaining.

“This child, alas…”

But suddenly.

“Boom boom…”

A mysterious and unfathomable energy suddenly erupted from Zhuge Tianming’s body, instantly sweeping in all directions.

Demon War God and all the other powerhouses looked over sharply, exclaiming in surprise, “Are you kidding me? Another near-Awakening?”

But the next second, this power suddenly cut off!

The near-Awakening failed!

Demon War God paused, then pouted, “Was it my jinxing mouth?”

In the future, Zhuge Tianming would definitely be with his son-in-law, so naturally, the stronger he was, the better.

It was just a pity he failed. Hercules shook his head regretfully. Zhuge Tianming’s transformation was not complete enough; to put it more seriously, he might even have gone astray. To put it even more seriously, he might have no chance of Awakening.

By the edge of the ruins, Xiao Fan and the others were completely unharmed. In fact, no one was injured; this most basic explosion could not harm them.

But if Zhuge Tianming had wished, he could have completely made the entire Zhuge family perish with him, but he did not; he merely destroyed the buildings.

Within the ruins.

Zhuge Yingyao stared blankly at the burning ruins, his face filled with astonishment and stupor.

He stared at the madman and mumbled, “You’re insane…”

“You are absolutely insane!!”

“Someone, where are the Public Security Bureau officers? Quickly, come and arrest him!!”

“This kind of behavior, that’s at least life imprisonment!!”

Zhuge Yingyao roared in anger, the fury rushing to his head almost making him dizzy.

All of the Zhuge family’s physical assets were gone, and that Paradise of Ultimate Bliss was completely reduced to ashes!

He simply couldn’t understand, was it really necessary?

Was it necessary to go this far?

How much does he hate me!?

Suddenly, a terrifying power appeared in the sky, causing even Demon War God and the others to tremble.

Everyone quickly looked up, only to see a brilliant blue meteor rapidly descending and falling at a terrifying speed. Its destination was clearly the Zhuge family ruins!

Zhuge Yingyao’s pupils suddenly contracted, his back instantly drenched in cold sweat, and an uncontrollable fear appeared on his face.

Because that meteor was not a meteorite… it was Old Ancestor Zhuge Lingyun!

How did he come back?

With a resounding “bang,” the white-haired Zhuge Lingyun landed perfectly on the ground, but the powerful impact still created a small crater in the earth.

Around him, azure blue winds surged, finally condensing within his body and disappearing.

The terrifying energy fluctuation within his body flashed and vanished, scaring countless people so much they almost wet their pants, sitting down on the ground with faces full of reverence.

Martial Emperor!

Martial Emperor Lingyun!

The Old Ancestor had a pair of sky-blue eyes, deep brows, and extremely prominent facial features. His white hair was neatly groomed, and his posture was tall and straight as he stood on the ground.

With just one glance, countless women instantly fell into infatuation.

He was too handsome, possessing a composure that had weathered countless trials and tribulations, and the aura of an unparalleled powerhouse. Coupled with his impeccable facial features, even Xiao Fan felt a pang of envy, hoping he could be this handsome when he grew old.

At his Realm, Cultivation required absolute quiet, and Zhuge Lingyun did not want to be disturbed, so only two people in the entire Federation could contact him.

Zhuge Yingyao and the head of the Federation.

Just now, the head sent a message: “Come back for a trip, something happened with your family.”

Then, the head sent the live broadcast recording to Zhuge Lingyun, who watched it while rushing back.

By now, he completely knew what had happened. He glanced indifferently at the Zhuge family members, including Zhuge Yingyao.

This single glance directly caused Zhuge Yingyao to collapse in terror, kneel, and frantically kowtow: “Father! Father…”

“It’s not my fault!”

“It’s him, it’s him!!”

Zhuge Lingyun was somewhat irritated. With a flick of his hand, a powerful gust of Qi was unleashed. Zhuge Yingyao was sent flying, crashing into a pile of ruins, instantly becoming a bloody mess and on the verge of death.

With just a casual strike, a Martial God was almost killed?

This was a Martial Emperor!

But the Zhuge family members, seeing this scene, also felt their minds go blank. It was well known that Zhuge Yingyao was Zhuge Lingyun’s son!

He almost killed his own son?

What did this signify?

Watching Zhuge Lingyun walk towards the peak of the ruins with a complex expression, everything became clear.

He was on Zhuge Tianming’s side, which meant everyone else was going to suffer!

Zhuge Lingyun floated up and landed beside Zhuge Tianming, gently patting his back.

A warm current flowed into Zhuge Tianming’s body. His dancing abruptly stopped, and his laughter also vanished.

Turning his head, tears streamed down his incomparably handsome face, and in those eyes capable of seeing through destiny, only bewilderment and confusion remained.

He had sought revenge, but he felt no joy at all. Instead, he experienced an even more intense loneliness, as if he had been completely torn away from this world.

Zhuge Lingyun’s brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with guilt.

“It’s all my fault.” Zhuge Lingyun sighed. He should have returned earlier.

However, these past ten-plus years of Cultivation were actually all for Zhuge Tianming’s future.

When he first learned that Zhuge Tianming possessed a Myth-Grade destiny, he was extremely excited, because this was equivalent to a return to the Old Ancestor.

The Zhuge family was a family of Martial Marquises. Old Ancestor Kongming was proficient in the art of Qimen Dunjia, which was also a means of peering into destiny.

But later, with the passage of time, all of this was lost, leaving only one Eight Gates Formation. Later generations could not understand it, and he even Cultivated it into a body technique, which also had good effects.

But when destiny appeared, Zhuge Lingyun secretly vowed to rediscover those Qimen Dunjia techniques, because they were definitely the most suitable Martial Arts for Zhuge Tianming.

However, his talent was wind, and he knew nothing about destiny. So this research on Qimen Dunjia was particularly difficult, and it took more than ten years in a blink of an eye.

Yet, he only managed to research a Saint-Grade Martial Arts, but it still had many flaws, and he was too embarrassed to present it.

He had planned to fix the omissions and then return to give Tianming a surprise. He was also eighteen years old, roughly the age to enter the Super God Class.

Who would have thought that things would develop into such a state?

Zhuge Lingyun took out the book “Eight Gates Formation: Qimen Chapter” and placed it in Zhuge Tianming’s hands, silent.

Zhuge Tianming was startled, looked down, and his heart trembled. He immediately clenched his fists, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes once more.

Because he immediately understood that his grandfather did not not care about him, did not side with Zhuge Yingyao, and was not solely dedicated to the path of Martial Dao.

He had always been helping him research Martial Arts!

Especially since his grandfather was only a user of wind element, completely ignorant of destiny. This was not a problem of Realm; professions were separated like mountains, and everything had to start anew, not to mention that the study of destiny itself was extremely profound.

From this thick Martial Arts book, Zhuge Tianming felt his grandfather’s profound and unspoken love.

Zhuge Lingyun, being old, would not say anything sentimental. He sighed and said, “I can only write it to the Saint-Grade. From now on, you will continue to write it.”

“From now on, you don’t need to fear anyone. I will give you my contact information. If you encounter any difficulties, you can send me a message immediately.”

“These years, I…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Zhuge Tianming quickly shook his head and said, “It’s not Grandpa’s fault, it has nothing to do with Grandpa.”

Hearing this, Zhuge Lingyun also felt a surge of chest tightness.

Who am I?

Martial Emperor Lingyun!

One of the strongest individuals on Blue Star today!

Yet he let his grandson live like this?

He had lost all face!

Zhuge Lingyun patted Zhuge Tianming’s shoulder, then sighed again, “Good child, go out. Someone is waiting for you outside. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Who is waiting for me?” Zhuge Tianming was startled.

“You’ll know when you go out.” Zhuge Lingyun smiled slightly.

Finally, he turned to look at the trembling Zhuge Yingyao, expressionless: “I was beaten by my father from a young age.”

“So I always hoped that my children wouldn’t suffer so much in childhood like I did.”

“But now it seems my father was right.”

“They should be beaten…”

He was too lazy to say anything more. He turned to look at the Federation Head’s residence and said indifferently, “From this day forward, there will be no more Zhuge family in the Imperial Capital.”

“All those currently on the family registry shall be exiled to the frontier for fifty years.”

“Ninety percent of all assets under the names of all Disciples shall be donated to the Federation, with the remaining ten percent left to Tianming.”

“Everything that happened today has nothing to do with Zhuge Tianming. All responsibility shall be borne by Zhuge Yingyao.”