264: Chapter 264 Father, what are you doing here?

Chapter 264: Dad, how did you get in here too? Xuantian Secret Realm, a solitary hall stood in a desolate valley.

The hall was built from dark cyan boulders, its surface covered in dense runes. Those runes shimmered with a faint silver light, enveloping the entire hall; it was both a prison and a Restriction.

The hall doors were tightly shut, and there was no one outside, only the occasional low roar of a Spirit Beast echoing in the empty valley.

Inside the hall, candle flames flickered, making the runes on the walls seem to wax and wane.

Ye Xuan sat cross-legged on a cushion in the corner of the hall. His dark red robes hadn't been changed for several days, the hem stained with dried mud, and his hair was somewhat disheveled.

His handsome, almost eerie face was filled with irrepressible anxiety and gloom.

He had been locked in this Secret Realm for some time.

In the first few days, he had been very calm, even sneering in his heart and secretly plotting.

Once his father, Ye Chen, received the news, he would surely come in person to rescue him.

At that time, this so-called "Secret Realm" and that hateful Shen Family would all have to pay the price for the humiliation he had suffered.

After all, his father was the Master of Tiansha Abyss, a peerless powerhouse at the Peak of the Saint King Realm, the number one person beneath the Emperor!

In the entire Cangxuan Great World, there were very few people who could stop his father!

But he had waited day after day. From his initial certainty, to gradually becoming agitated, and now, to his current unease, the belief in his heart that "Father will definitely come to save me" was loosening bit by bit.

"What is going on... Even if Father couldn't get away in the Central Plains, he should have sent someone to investigate," Ye Xuan stood up, walked to the door of the hall, raised his hand to press against the dark cyan stone door, and pushed hard.

The stone door did not budge.

The silvery-white runes on the door brightened slightly for a moment, then quickly dimmed, like a sleeping giant beast turning over, not taking him seriously at all.

Ye Xuan gritted his teeth, withdrew his hand, and paced back and forth in the hall, anxiety churning in his dark red, narrow eyes.

He was the Young Master Chisha of Tiansha Abyss, a peerless Genius who had reached the Peak of the ninth stage of the Dharma Image Realm by the age of twenty-eight. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

To be imprisoned in an unknown hall, unable to call upon heaven or earth for help!

"Shen Family... Shen Qingyuan..." He whispered this name, every syllable like a poisoned needle pricking the tip of his tongue.

Just as his thoughts were churning, a low humming sound suddenly came from outside the hall door.

Ye Xuan jerked his head up, his gaze shooting toward the stone door like a blade.

"Hum—"

The dark cyan stone door, with its flowing runes, slowly slid open to the sides, the heavy grinding sound particularly jarring in the empty hall.

Ye Xuan subconsciously clenched his fists, his internal Qi surging, ready to strike at any moment.

Then, he saw a familiar figure.

That figure was pushed by an invisible force, stumbling as he fell in from outside the door, rolling twice on the ground before barely coming to a stop.

His dark red robes were tattered, his hair crown had flown off, his long hair was scattered like withered grass, and there was dried blood on the corner of his mouth; he was in an utterly disheveled state.

Ye Xuan's pupils shrank, and he stood frozen, struck by lightning.

He was all too familiar with that face.

"Fa... Father?!"

His voice trembled, hoarse as if squeezed from his throat, carrying a sense of disbelief.

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the disheveled figure on the ground, his mind blank.

Ye Chen braced himself against the ground and slowly raised his head.

In his narrow, dark red eyes, a complex emotion was churning.

There was anger, unwillingness, humiliation, and a trace of the dishevelment he desperately wanted to hide when facing Ye Xuan.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat as dry as if it were stuffed with sand; he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Ye Xuan hurried forward, crouched down, and supported Ye Chen's arms with both hands, his voice trembling: "Dad, how did you... how did you get in here too?!"

Ye Chen was silent for a moment, raised his hand to wipe the dried blood from the corner of his mouth, and gritted his teeth, squeezing out a few words: "... I was defeated."

Ye Xuan shuddered, his long, narrow, dark red eyes filled with disbelief.

Who was his father? The Master of Tiansha Abyss, a peerless powerhouse at the Peak of the Saint King Realm! One of the existences standing at the very Peak of the entire Cangxuan Great World! How could it be...

"Is it that Shen Qingyuan?" Ye Xuan's voice lowered, carrying a trembling suppressed to the extreme.

Ye Chen did not answer, only slowly closed his eyes.

Ye Xuan let go, stepped back half a pace, and stood straight where he was.

Watching his father in this state, the last glimmer of hope in his heart shattered along with it.

His father had been defeated.

The Master of Tiansha Abyss had been defeated.

Not only was he defeated, but he was also locked in the same place.

"Heh..." Ye Xuan suddenly let out a very soft sneer, the laughter filled with self-mockery and bitterness, "Well, this is great, father and son are together now."

Ye Chen opened his eyes and glanced at him, a trace of complex emotion flashing in his dark red eyes, but he did not speak.

A long silence fell over the hall.

The father and son sat in the hall, one cross-legged on a cushion, the other sitting on the ground against the wall.

"Dad, can we still get out?" Ye Xuan suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, carrying a bewilderment he couldn't explain himself.

Ye Chen was silent for a long time.

So long that the candle flame jumped three times, so long that the low roars of Spirit Beasts outside the hall gradually faded away, before he slowly spat out two words: "... We will."

Ye Xuan did not ask any further.

He simply leaned against the cold wall, looking at the gray sky above, his gaze distant, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

In the Secret Realm, time was uncountable.

Shen Qingyuan appeared in the Secret Realm and walked into the hall.

Hearing the movement, Ye Xuan looked up. Upon seeing Shen Qingyuan, he shuddered, subconsciously clenching his robes, his knuckles turning white.

He watched that figure in green robes walk closer, his gaze flickering, but in the end, he lowered his head, no longer having the courage to meet his eyes.

If it were before, he could have stood tall and faced him coldly, even if his cultivation was suppressed, the proud bones of the Young Master Chisha would not have bent easily.

But now, his father, Ye Chen, was sitting in the shadows not far away, his tattered dark red robes still not changed, blood dried on the corners of his mouth and collar, his dull gaze no longer possessing its usual grimness and dominance.

He had lost all his confidence.

Shen Qingyuan stopped in the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping over the disheveled father and son, his tone so flat that neither joy nor anger could be detected: "It seems you two have already caught up."

Ye Xuan's lips moved, but he made no sound.

Instead, Ye Chen slowly raised his eyes.

He looked at Shen Qingyuan, was silent for a few breaths, and then hoarsely opened his mouth: "What does Your Excellency wish to know?"

Shen Qingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at him with some surprise: "As expected of the Master of Tiansha Abyss, you are more insightful than I imagined."

Ye Chen sneered, pulling at the wound on the corner of his mouth, causing a wisp of blood to seep out, but he did not wipe it away: "I have cultivated for thousands of years; if I couldn't even see this much, I would have died on the road long ago."

Shen Qingyuan walked to the only intact stone chair in the hall, sat down slowly, placed his hands on his knees, his demeanor still lazy: "Since you have guessed it, I will not beat around the bush."

His gaze fell on Ye Chen's face, his tone unhurried: "The Celestial Domain."

The two words fell into the hall, and Ye Chen's pupils shrank imperceptibly.

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