143: A divine eye? A blind man? (Twenty-eight)

The Great You Divine Dynasty's God Lord looked at the youth wrapped in dark golden flames below, his eyes bloodshot.

An unprecedented sense of frustration and absurdity made him feel incredibly defeated and ridiculous.

He had plotted for decades.

He had sacrificed countless clansmen.

He had exhausted every means, not hesitating to bear the infamy of eternity, for the You Que Divine Body he longed for deep in his heart.

Yet, it had awakened in a descendant he despised the most, and even regarded as a disgrace.

Why?

Why could the son of this piece of trash steal the supreme glory that should have been his?

The God Lord's face twisted with jealousy and rage.

He had painstakingly planted the peach tree, only to have someone else pick the peaches in the end.

He could not accept this.

Since it could not be used by him.

Then it must be destroyed.

"What if you have awakened the You Que Divine Body?"

The God Lord's voice was cold, revealing his murderous intent.

"In the end, you are just a brat at the Earth Spirit Realm."

"And I am a True God!"

As the words fell.

The God Lord's figure suddenly vanished.

The next moment, he appeared out of thin air in front of You Chen, a giant palm gathering all the power of the True God Realm, carrying terrifying momentum, slamming heavily toward You Chen's head.

He wanted to completely crush this "fruit" that made him feel ashamed.

You Chen's heart tightened.

He could feel the horror of that power; it was an absolute gap that he could not resist even after Awakening the Divine Body.

But he did not retreat.

Dark golden flames burned fiercely on his body, and he pushed the power of the You Que Divine Body to its limit.

Just at this life-and-death moment.

"Stop!"

Several old and grand voices came from afar, simultaneously resounding in the underground space.

Immediately after.

Four powerful auras, no less than the God Lord's, descended.

The space was imprisoned by an invisible force.

The God Lord's sure-kill palm stopped three inches in front of You Chen's forehead, unable to advance even a fraction further.

Four old men wearing simple grey robes, with white beards and hair, appeared silently around the altar.

Just by standing there, they merged with this world.

True God Realm.

And there were four of them.

They were the true foundation of the Great You Imperial Family, Old Ancestors who had slept for countless years, existing only to protect the royal Bloodline.

The God Lord's expression changed, and he slowly retracted his palm, bowing slightly to the four Old Ancestors.

"Greetings, Old Ancestors."

The lead Old Ancestor swept his gaze across the messy altar, then glanced at the corpses of the princes whose Bloodlines had been drained, his expression calm.

In their eyes, those who died were not descendants, but a group of insignificant livestock.

They had long known about the God Lord's actions and had always tacitly approved.

Sacrificing some collateral Bloodlines with no value or background in exchange for the Great You's resurgence to ancient glory was, in their view, a worthwhile deal.

At this moment, their gazes all fell hotly on You Chen.

That was the You Que Divine Body.

A supreme Physique legendary enough to rival the Phoenix.

"Although the process had some twists and turns, the result is good."

The lead Old Ancestor spoke, his voice filled with a hint of gratification.

"The appearance of the You Que Divine Body is the fortune of our Great You."

He looked at the God Lord, then at You Chen, adopting the stance of a peacemaker.

"Let this matter end here."

"You are father and son, after all; blood is thicker than water. Let today's grudges be resolved here. In the future, the two of you—one as the God Lord, one with the Divine Body—will surely be able to lead our Great You to unprecedented glory."

The other three Old Ancestors also nodded in succession.

In their view, this was undoubtedly the best ending.

The God Lord's expression was uncertain, but facing the four Old Ancestors, he dared not disobey and could only nod unwillingly.

Everyone's gaze turned to You Chen.

Waiting for his reply.

You Chen smiled.

But that smile was full of cold mockery and deep sorrow.

"Resolve?"

He raised his head, looking directly at the high-and-mighty Old Ancestors.

"That's easy to say."

His voice was not loud, but every word pierced the heart.

"Those princes who were used as 'fuel,' were their lives not lives?"

"Just because they had average talent and no background, they deserved to become sacrifices for your ambition?"

"Besides..."

You Chen's gaze passed through the crowd and fell on the figure who had been quietly staying in the corner.

No.

That was no longer a figure.

At the moment the sacrificial array was fully activated, the location where Jun Yun was had also been completely swallowed by endless blood-colored threads.

There, at this moment, only void remained.

Not even a trace of aura was left.

In You Chen's view, Big Brother Jun had been swallowed by that sacrificial power, leaving no bones behind.

A sharp pain struck You Chen's heart.

"Big Brother Jun, he..."

"Life or death unknown..."

You Chen's voice was trembling, his eyes filled with grief and hatred.

"So."

He suddenly raised his head, dark golden flames dancing violently in his eyes.

"Today, he must die!"

He pointed at the God Lord, enunciating every word, murderous intent chilling.

"Even if I have to bear the infamy of patricide, I will not hesitate!"

"Presumptuous!"

An Old Ancestor shouted angrily, "You arrogant brat! The God Lord is ordained by heaven; how can you spout such nonsense here!"

"Heaven's will?"

You Chen roared to the sky.

"My life is Heaven's will!"

Boom!

An aura even more terrifying than before erupted from within him.

That Legacy mark belonging to Venerable Qing Luan, which had merged into his body, burned with its final and most brilliant light at this moment.

The last shred of the Venerable's Origin poured into You Chen's body without reservation.

His cultivation once again broke free from the shackles of the Earth Spirit Realm, climbing crazily.

Heavenly Spirit Realm.

Guiyi Realm.

Finally, it stabilized steadily at the True God Realm.

But this power was far more solid, more ancient, and more domineering than the God Lord's True God Realm.

"Venerable's Legacy!"

The four Old Ancestors exclaimed in unison, their expressions both greedy and shocked.

They wanted to intervene, but found that the pressure You Chen was emitting at this moment actually made them feel palpitated.

It was this moment of hesitation.

You Chen moved.

He turned into a streak of golden light, ignoring the distance of space, and instantly appeared in front of the God Lord.

"No!"

The God Lord let out a terrified scream; he wanted to escape but found his body firmly locked by an invisible force.

"You Luan... Burning Heaven!"

You Chen's voice was emotionless, the Venerable Qing Luan's Divine Ability and the terrifying power of the You Que Divine Body perfectly combined.

He slapped out with a palm.

A Luan bird formed of dark golden flames flew out from his palm and merged into the God Lord's body.

The terror on the God Lord's face froze.

The next second.

Puff.

Dark golden flames spewed out from his seven orifices and every pore.

He didn't even have time to scream; his whole person turned into fly ash in those flames.

The Great You God Lord was dead.

Following his death, the huge black-gold Luck Dragon that symbolized the national destiny, perched above the palace, let out a mournful cry.

It had lost its master.

The huge dragon body began to dissipate.

But this Luck did not disappear; instead, after circling in the air, it all surged toward You Chen, merging into the nascent cyan-gold young dragon above his head.

Heaven's will had changed hands.

From this moment on, he, You Chen, was the new master of the Great You Divine Dynasty.

This youth who had once been looked down upon by everyone now thoroughly emerged.

However.

There was no joy on You Chen's face.

The aura on his body quickly fell back, returning to the Earth Spirit Realm seventh stage.

The Venerable's Origin was completely exhausted.

He looked around somewhat blankly.

Looking at this hellish altar, looking at those clansmen who died with their eyes wide open.

He felt a sense of loss in his heart.

He had won.

But what had he lost?

His gaze began to search anxiously in this miserable ruin.

"Big Brother Jun..."

"Big Brother Jun..."

His voice, carrying a sob, echoed again and again in the empty underground space.

No response.

Only silence.

Just when he was extremely disappointed.

A familiar voice sounded directly in his mind.

"I am here."

"I have always been here."

PS: What will be the final fate of You Chen?