Chapter 2678: Kunlun, My Son
“He shall suffer the punishment of being struck by five thunderbolts from the heavens, reducing him to ashes.”
Michael slowly climbed out of the human-shaped pit, his face covered in dust and grime, gritting his teeth stained with blood as he spoke.
“Hell Realm cultivators have killed fourteen Great Saints of our realm. We implore the Heavenly Palace to seek justice for the Blade God Realm.”
“We implore the Heavenly Palace to punish the Hell Realm cultivators.”
“We implore the Heavenly Palace to execute the intruder from Hell Realm with the punishment of five thunderbolts from the heavens.”
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Cultivators from the Blade God Realm filed out of the side courtyard, one after another, clasping their hands and bowing respectfully to the two deities.
Yan Wushen’s consciousness and one of his souls had hidden deep within Chi Kunlun’s body the moment the two deities arrived, allowing Chi Kunlun’s own soul and spirit to take control of his physical form.
The cultivators from Kunlun Realm arrived.
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden, resisting the divine might emanating from the two deities, stepped out from the crowd and said, “Chi Kunlun is a cultivator of Kunlun Realm, not a cultivator of Hell Realm. He did not massacre anyone; it was merely a normal challenge. Otherwise, would the Blade God Realm have lost only this many Great Saints?”
“A deity is present here. Is this a place for you to speak?”
Michael’s pupils surged with two beams of white light, attacking the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden.
A Confucian Ancestor Sacred Scripture appeared in the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden’s hand, a pair of Fire Phoenix wings materialized on her back, and a divine temple manifested above her head… Nine different powers emerged simultaneously, dissolving the two beams of light from Michael’s eyes.
None of the individual Nine Heavens Mysterious Maidens could be a match for Michael.
Yet, when the nine women combined into one, their cultivation and battle prowess could ascend several levels.
Michael revealed a look of surprise, clearly not expecting Kunlun Realm to possess such a strong cultivator. Even if she hadn’t reached the level of the Extraordinary Scroll, she had likely attained the level to be recorded on the Mundane World Scroll.
“A cultivator who has spent a thousand years in Hell Realm has likely long since defected and considers himself a member of Hell Realm,” said the Grand Palace Master of the Order Palace.
A Great Saint from the Blade God Realm said, “Chi Kunlun is the son of Zhang Ruochen. Undoubtedly, the blood of the Undying Blood Clan flows within him as well.”
“He is the spawn of a great traitor and must not be spared,” Michael said.
“Hell Realm and the Heavenly Court are about to go to war. Chi Kunlun’s return to the Heavenly Court at this time is certainly with ulterior motives. He is very likely a spy from Hell Realm.”
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The Paradise Realm Faction had lost all face tonight and sought to kill Chi Kunlun to regain some ground.
As a deity, one must maintain the appearance of a deity. From start to finish, Wuma Jiuxing did not speak, leaving the decision to the Heavenly Palace deity.
The Heavenly Palace deity said, “Whether he is a Kunlun Realm cultivator or a Hell Realm cultivator, since there is a dispute, I will first take Chi Kunlun back to the Heavenly Palace. After the matter is investigated, the method of handling will be decided.”
The internal forces within the Heavenly Palace were intricate and complex.
This Heavenly Palace deity, who had come together with Wuma Jiuxing, was clearly on good terms with the Blade God Realm.
If he were allowed to take Chi Kunlun away, how could Chi Kunlun survive this night?
The cultivators of Kunlun Realm all showed anxious expressions, but who could defy a deity’s decision? Even the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden was specially restrained by Wuma Jiuxing, who used his powerful divine power to suppress her, preventing her from speaking.
“What if I disagree?”
A voice, both extremely pleasant and piercingly cold, came from afar.
Including Wuma Jiuxing and the Heavenly Palace deity, everyone turned their gazes toward the source of the sound.
A graceful and elegant figure walked across the sea surface.
She wore a simple white dress, devoid of any luxurious ornaments, her long black hair tied behind her with only a green cord. She exuded no powerful aura, no fluctuation of energy, yet she was as beautiful as a Lingbo Immortal, taking one’s breath away at a single glance.
Even a beauty like Guna Fairy could hardly cause a Great Saint to experience such intense emotional fluctuations.
Michael let out a deep snort. “Who do you think you are? How dare you defy a deity’s decision?”
From her elegant red lips, she uttered two words: “Kneel.”
“Bang!”
Michael fell heavily to his knees, his kneecaps shattering.
He couldn’t speak, only staring in shock at the stunning woman who had already stepped onto the island, realizing he had misjudged her—she was a deity.
Damn it!
If she was a deity, why didn’t she have any aura at all?
“No, she looks like…” A figure of a deity flashed through Michael’s mind, and instantly, his regret deepened.
“Greetings, Empress.”
The cultivators of Kunlun Realm, one after another filled with joy, bowed respectfully to Chi Yao, who was approaching.
The cultivators on the island were all astonished, showing expressions of reverence, fear, and admiration.
Chi Yao was highly renowned among the deities of the Heavenly Court. Not only had she killed a deity shortly after becoming one herself, but she also possessed beauty comparable to the Moon God. A thousand years ago, she had single-handedly supported the crumbling Kunlun Realm.
“I never imagined Empress Chi Yao could be so breathtakingly beautiful. Even the fairies on the ‘Nine Immortal Beauties Chart’ seem somewhat inferior compared to her,” many cultivators thought as they gazed from afar.
But such words, they dared not utter.
Deities could only be looked up to, not judged.
Chi Kunlun, kneeling on one knee and struggling to endure, clenched his teeth as he looked at the woman before him. His emotions were complex, bitter, and unclear.
This was the woman who had raised him and his sister.
When they were young, she stayed by their side, telling them ancient myths, showing them the stars beyond the sky, teaching them the best techniques, and providing the finest cultivation resources—she was meticulous and caring.
At that time, Chi Yao was the person he respected and admired most.
But it was Chi Yao who had deceived him and his sister.
She told them they had no parents, that Zhang Ruochen had killed their parents. This hatred had grown with them since childhood, deeply etched into their hearts.
Yet, when he wanted to kill Zhang Ruochen to avenge his parents, he learned the truth. The enemy he had always wanted to kill was actually his father.
And the empress he had respected and admired most was actually his mother.
But this mother had deceived them for over a decade.
After Yan Wushen took Chi Kunlun to Hell Realm, Chi Kunlun had been quite free and could have returned to Kunlun Realm at any time. However, he didn’t know how to face Chi Yao or in what manner.
Should he remember her kindness and continue to respect her? Or should he hate her for her deception?
The more he thought, the more sorrowful Chi Kunlun became.
After all, this empress would never acknowledge having children, let alone admit that her children were born with the Eon Great Traitor Zhang Ruochen.
Wuma Jiuxing showed no regard for this Kunlun Realm empress, saying indifferently, “Is the Empress trying to oppose the Heavenly Palace, or is she trying to defy the Heavenly Laws?”
Chi Yao, equally dismissive of him, walked over to Chi Kunlun.
Instantly, Chi Kunlun felt a lightness, the powerful divine force pressing down on him vanishing.
Chi Kunlun looked up and saw a gentle, caring expression in Chi Yao’s eyes. But it disappeared quickly, making him wonder if he had imagined it.
“It’s good that you’re back.”
She reached out a hand, as if to touch Chi Kunlun’s face, but halfway, she withdrew it and said, “Come with me. Since you’re back, you’ll cultivate well in the Heavenly Court from now on. No one can do anything to you.”
“Is the Empress truly intent on defying the Heavenly Laws?”
Wuma Jiuxing blocked Chi Yao’s path, standing there lightly as if he had turned into a divine mountain.
Chi Yao finally looked him in the eye and said, “Chi Kunlun is a cultivator of Kunlun Realm. His name has always been on the ‘Merit Record’ of Kunlun Realm in the Merit Star. It’s not for you to decide with a single word that he is a Hell Realm cultivator.”
“Who says that being on Kunlun Realm’s ‘Merit Record’ makes him a Kunlun Realm cultivator? Chi Kunlun’s identity has always been a mystery. Who knows what his true identity really is?”
Wuma Jiuxing was certain that Chi Yao would not dare to reveal Chi Kunlun’s background, so he acted without fear. Today, he was determined to use the Heavenly Laws to avenge the Great Saints who had died in the Blade God Realm.
A smile appeared on Chi Yao’s fair, jade-like face.
That smile seemed capable of captivating all beings, leaving countless cultivators spellbound after seeing it.
She raised her voice and declared, “Today, I, this deity, announce here that Chi Kunlun is my son, Chi Yao’s son, and the future emperor of Kunlun Realm. Whoever dares to speak ill of him again is insulting me, and they will be treated as such.”
“Bang!”
Chi Yao swung her hand down, striking Michael, who was kneeling nearby, causing him to explode into a mist of blood.
“Earlier, he called my son a spawn. This is his fate.”
Leaving these words behind, Chi Yao took Chi Kunlun and left the place.
No one dared to stop her.
The cultivators on the island looked at the blood mist scattered on the ground, then at the departing Chi Yao and Chi Kunlun, momentarily too stunned to speak.
In the presence of a true deity, someone of Michael’s status and cultivation was no different from an ant, killed with a single word.
Too domineering, too forceful.
Chi Kunlun was equally shocked.
He never imagined that Chi Yao would publicly announce his identity in front of all the cultivators. This made his emotions even more conflicted and complicated.
Returning to the side courtyard where the Kunlun Realm cultivators resided.
Chi Yao suddenly stopped and said, “Come out on your own.”
Chi Kunlun stood behind her, not daring to speak.
Suddenly, Chi Yao moved with lightning speed, pointing a finger at Chi Kunlun’s forehead, forcibly pulling out a soul shadow of Yan Wushen, and said, “Speak. How do you want to die?”
A flicker of panic appeared in Chi Kunlun’s eyes, and he quickly said, “Empress, please don’t kill my master.”
Yan Wushen’s soul shadow, however, showed no fear, laughing, “Why still call her Empress? You should change that to Mother Goddess.”
Then, Yan Wushen found a stone stool, walked over, and sat down, saying, “Chi Yao, you won’t kill me. If you were going to, you would have pulled my soul out in the Blade God Realm’s side courtyard and handed it over to the Heavenly Palace deity for disposal, not waited until now.”
“Bang!”
The stone stool beneath Yan Wushen shattered into powder.
Helpless, Yan Wushen had to stand up, meeting Chi Yao’s icy gaze, and said, “You were able to bear children for Zhang Ruochen and even dared to admit it. That takes immense courage, showing that you deeply love your children and even more so, Zhang Ruochen. But why have you become mortal enemies, strangers to each other? Have you ever thought that the problem lies with you? What man likes a woman as cold as you?”
“If you dare say one more word, I will surely kill you,” Chi Yao said.
Yan Wushen said, “You won’t kill me. This is just a soul of mine. Destroying this soul will indeed affect my cultivation, but it won’t kill my true body. However, the price you pay will be offending the entire Dark Abyss Yan Clan.”
“The Dark Abyss Yan Clan has always been indifferent to the conflicts between the Heavenly Court and Hell Realm and is not an enemy of Kunlun Realm. Given Kunlun Realm’s current situation, you probably don’t want to create a powerful enemy for yourself out of nowhere, do you?”
“Secondly, if you destroy this soul of mine, Kunlun will also hate you.”
“Chi Yao, we are not only not enemies; we could even become allies. If you still have interest in Zhang Ruochen, I can find a way to create opportunities for you…”
Yan Wushen immediately stopped because he found a sword hanging above his head. He laughed, “Empress, please calm down. I’ll leave now. I won’t say anymore, I won’t say anymore.”
“Stop! Who allowed you to leave?” Chi Yao shouted.
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