495: Chapter 495 The Heavenly Emperor (60)

"Desolate... Desolate Heaven."

The Great Emperor Giant of that ancient imperial clan spoke with a trembling voice, articulating the shock in everyone's hearts.

On the ancient battlefield, whether it was the Prodigies who had fled the mausoleum in disarray, or the guardian experts guarding the perimeter, everyone stopped what they were doing at this moment.

Desolate Heaven.

That legendary figure who had gone on an expedition for several eras without any news, had actually returned.

He hovered in mid-air, his tattered imperial robes snapping in the wind.

A wound running diagonally across his chest was shocking to behold, with golden imperial blood still slowly seeping out.

On his shoulders, waist, abdomen, and thighs, there were at least four or five other wounds of varying depths, each radiating terrifying lingering power; these were no ordinary injuries.

Yet his spine remained straight.

His gaze swept down from mid-air, passing over the devastation of the ancient battlefield, over the gruesome scene where blood and flesh were mixed together, and over the Prodigies who were sitting on the ground, trembling all over.

From the moment he returned from the Land of Expedition, he had sensed the strange fluctuation of aura coming from this direction.

The purity of that aura was extremely high, its level extremely deep; it was not ordinary great terror contamination.

Therefore, he did not return to the Family first, but headed straight here.

His gaze finally landed on one person.

A young man kneeling on the ground, bathed in blood, his white robes long since stained dark red.

Desolate Heaven's body stiffened slightly.

He recognized that aura.

Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

Major Achievement.

And it was his Bloodline.

It was his son.

A sharp pain flared in his chest, though he did not know if it was his old wounds tearing open or something else.

He did not step forward, nor did he call out to him.

Now was not the time for reminiscing.

Desolate Heaven shifted his gaze away from Ye Yun and locked onto the withered figure slowly standing up from a ten-thousand-mile ravine in the distance.

The celestial emperor remains of the North Sea Heavenly Emperor.

Ghostly green flames reignited in those hollow eye sockets, more intense than before.

Having been knocked away ten thousand miles, it did not have even the slightest damage.

The Physical Body of a Celestial Emperor.

Desolate Heaven withdrew his gaze, his voice low.

"Everyone, retreat to the back."

Carrying the power of the blood and Qi of an Desolate Ancient Sacred Body at Major Achievement, his voice fell clearly into the ears of everyone present.

No one dared to disobey.

Those Great Emperor Giants immediately led everyone to retreat, setting up a Law barrier hundreds of thousands of miles away.

On the ancient battlefield, only Desolate Heaven remained.

Along with the celestial emperor remains that were slowly walking over.

...

The remains stood still.

The two were a thousand feet apart.

Desolate Heaven did not waste words and threw a punch.

The golden blood and Qi transformed into a Dragon, roaring as it crashed into the remains.

Boom!

The remains were knocked back head-on, its feet plowing two deep trenches into the ground.

But it was completely unharmed, and immediately charged back, slamming down with a palm.

Desolate Heaven dodged to the side, his right fist cutting in from below, striking the remains square in the waist and abdomen.

Bang!

The body of the remains folded in the middle, and it was sent flipping through the air.

Desolate Heaven did not give it a chance to breathe; his figure erupted, and he stomped on the chest of the remains.

Rumble!

The remains were stomped into the ground, causing the earth for a hundred miles around to collapse directly.

The whole crowd cheered.

"Desolate Heaven! Desolate Heaven is invincible!"

"As expected of the strongest below the Celestial Emperor! To think he could suppress the celestial emperor remains head-on!"

Those Prodigies who had survived the catastrophe watched this scene, extremely excited.

But Ye Yun did not smile.

His Heavenly Eye had been open the whole time.

From the very first punch Desolate Heaven threw, he had been observing.

His father's aura was constantly weakening.

With every punch thrown, the golden Holy Light dimmed by a fraction.

Those wounds on his body were continuously devouring his Origin.

Ye Yun's heart sank.

His father's current state was likely far from his Peak.

...

After a hundred moves, Desolate Heaven's offensive began to slow down.

The remains noticed the change.

It no longer passively took hits and began to actively counterattack.

The withered fists, carrying ghostly green flames, came faster with each strike.

Desolate Heaven blocked, dodged, and counterattacked; his movements were still fluid, but the consumption was visibly intensifying.

Two hundred moves.

Desolate Heaven's breathing became heavy.

Three hundred moves.

"Pfft."

A mouthful of golden imperial blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The deepest wound on his chest tore open again, and golden imperial blood flowed down along his tattered imperial robes.

The remains seized this moment.

Boom!

A fist slammed directly into Desolate Heaven's chest.

He was pushed back a hundred steps, his feet carving two deep marks into the ground.

Desolate Heaven knelt on one knee, gasping for air.

The golden Holy Light was fading rapidly.

His aura fluctuated violently, on the verge of collapse.

The cheering of the crowd came to an abrupt end.

Replacing it was the fear spreading in everyone's hearts.

Even Desolate Heaven could not defeat it...

Ye Yun stood at the very front of the crowd, staring fixedly at his father's kneeling back.

Under his Heavenly Eye, the Saint Body Origin within Desolate Heaven was like a breached reservoir, rapidly draining away.

Those wounds were each like a bottomless pit, constantly devouring his life force.

If they kept fighting, it wouldn't just be defeat.

He might die.

But the remains could not be let go.

Once it completely lost control and rushed out of the ancient battlefield, none of the Great Emperors present could stop it.

The entire Three Thousand Dao Provinces would suffer.

Ye Yun did not hesitate.

He took a step, his figure turning into a golden light.

"Imperial Scion! What are you doing!"

Ye Wuchen's roar came from behind.

Ye Yun did not look back.

He rushed to Desolate Heaven's side.

Desolate Heaven looked up and saw the young man covered in blood before him.

Their gazes met in the air.

This was the first time father and son had looked at each other, spanning hundreds of years of emptiness.

Ye Yun did not open his mouth to call out "Father."

He just reached out his hand and pressed it against Desolate Heaven's back.

Hum!

The power of the blood and Qi of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body at Major Achievement transformed into a golden torrent, pouring out through his palm.

The two homologous Desolate Ancient Sacred Body Bloodlines produced a violent resonance the moment they touched.

Ye Yun's golden blood and Qi, as if having found a home, flowed endlessly into Desolate Heaven's body along the bond of the Bloodline.

Desolate Heaven's body jolted violently.

He felt that power.

The power of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body at the Major Achievement level.

Coming from his son.

He turned his head and looked at Ye Yun.

Only one glance.

Then he stood up again.

Those torn wounds stopped bleeding under the infusion of the Saint Body's blood and Qi.

His aura stabilized.

It even recovered somewhat.

Ye Yun's face turned a few shades paler in that instant, but his hand did not let go.

"Go."

Desolate Heaven only said one word.

Then he faced the remains and threw a punch again.

...

Golden blood and Qi circulated between the two, forming a closed loop.

Ye Yun continued to transfer his Origin from behind, while Desolate Heaven unleashed his full output in front.

Father and son shared the same source, their Bloodlines connected.

Desolate Heaven's offensive became fierce once again.

Every punch carried the resonant power of two Ancient Desolate Sacred Bodies at Major Achievement, with power even greater than before.

The remains were suppressed again, retreating repeatedly.

Fist to flesh.

Golden Holy Light and ghostly green flames constantly collided, and the shockwaves razed the land for tens of thousands of miles to the ground.

The Prodigies watching this scene felt their eyes redden.

"The Ye Family Imperial Scion is transferring his Saint Body Origin to Desolate Heaven!"

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body lineage... Father and son side by side..."

Some Prodigies clenched their fists unconsciously.

But Ye Yun knew this was still not enough.

He could clearly feel that every time the remains were shattered, they would be repaired by that strange power in an extremely short time.

It couldn't be killed.

It simply couldn't be killed.

And his own Saint Body Origin was continuously draining away.

The golden Holy Light was getting dimmer, the temperature of his palms getting lower.

His body began to feel weak.

Desolate Heaven also noticed.

The volume of blood and Qi Ye Yun was transferring was dropping.

It wasn't that he wanted to reduce it, but that he was about to be emptied out.

Desolate Heaven's offensive slowed down once more.

The remains seized the opportunity to strike back, slamming a fist onto Desolate Heaven's shoulder.

Desolate Heaven let out a muffled groan, his figure staggering.

Ye Yun was also jolted, forced to take two steps back, golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The standoff formed again.

Desolate Heaven looked at the tireless remains before him, and looked at the young man beside him whose face was growing paler and paler.

His eyes changed.

It was unwillingness.

He had risked his life to return from the Land of Expedition.

He thought that if he returned, he could protect everything.

Protect the Family.

Protect this son he had never met before.

But now, he couldn't even kill a set of remains.

He lowered his head and looked at his own hands stained with imperial blood.

Then he turned his head and looked at Ye Yun beside him.

The young man's hand was still pressed against his back, the golden light dim but not extinguished.

His hand was trembling slightly.

But he did not let go.

Desolate Heaven's throat moved.

He opened his mouth, but still did not say "sorry."

He reached out his hand and patted Ye Yun's shoulder.

Very lightly.

Just that once.

Ye Yun looked up.

His father did not look at him.

Those bloodshot eyes locked onto the front again, filled with determination.

"Again."

Desolate Heaven's voice was hoarse.

He raised his fist again.

Ye Yun took a deep breath, squeezing out the last of the Saint Body Origin within his body, and continued to infuse it.

The golden Holy Light lit up again.

Weaker than before.

But it was not extinguished.

Father and son stood side by side.

Before them was the immortal and indestructible celestial emperor remains.

Behind them was the future of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

There was no retreat.