# Chapter 1530: The Origins of Emperor Wu Shi
After being announced, Ye Fan and Hun Tuo entered the Jade Pool one after the other. Along the way, Hun Tuo the Great Sage looked as if he had seen a ghost, unwilling to provoke that child.
"Legend has it that those are taboo words. The ancient historical records contain fragmentary accounts, long since lost. Those who speak this language are all doomsday calamity seeds. In the past, a great imperial clan provoked such a group, and after half a day of battle, rivers of blood flowed, and they were wiped clean." Hun Tuo the Great Sage spoke truthfully.
Then, he mentioned the sacrificial sounds again, clearly telling Ye Fan that when the Immortal Emperor passed away, such sacrificial sounds had once resounded, along with the weeping of ten thousand clans.
But they were not as grand as the burial sounds recorded in this child's Immortal Platform. His divine consciousness was like an ocean striking the heavens, carrying a meaning of universal grief, manifesting through a child's sea of consciousness—this alone was enough to illustrate the problem.
"He looks like an ignorant young child, but he might actually be the most ancient living ancestor. He may have undergone some mutation. It's best not to provoke him."
Hun Tuo the Great Sage usually appeared carefree, bringing misfortune wherever he went, but today he looked utterly wretched, his face as bitter as a bitter gourd.
"The safest method is exile—activate an imperial artifact and, following the funeral rites of an ancient Great Emperor, send him into the void," Hun Tuo suggested.
Even someone of his caliber had only seen vague records in ancient texts without understanding the full truth, only knowing that those sacrificial sounds and those who spoke that language were not to be provoked.
Otherwise, it might bring about a tremendous disaster.
"When the Immortal Emperor was buried, there were similar sacrificial sounds, yet the echoes in this child's Immortal Platform are even grander?" Ye Fan asked.
"I know what you want to say, but there will always be people and events in this world that exceed your expectations. Do not delve deeper into this child. Let him go immediately." After solemnly saying all this, Hun Tuo took his leave.
Ye Fan did not make things difficult for him. There was no longer any major conflict with this old bringer of misfortune.
The Jade Pool remained as it was—mountains and rivers beautiful, groves of flowering trees, falling petals in profusion, fragrant scents assailing the nose.
Ethereal divine halls hung on the cliffs. Mist shrouded everything. Clusters of lakes were scattered like pearls. Towering ancient trees shimmered with radiance. Countless scenic wonders abounded.
Ye Fan met the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi again. Now she had become the master of this inheritance, her bearing unchanged, her beauty unmatched in the Eastern Wasteland. She was the peerless beauty who had once been ranked alongside An Miaoyi.
Her moon-white long dress trailed far behind her. She came gracefully, slender and elegant, without makeup, yet she could make all the beauties of the world lose their color. On her fair, jade-like face, her curved brows were delicate, her eyes clear and lively. She was beautiful beyond compare.
"Congratulations, Brother Ye, on your undefeated path on the Ancient Human Path." She offered her congratulations with a warm smile.
"Ye Fan!" Liu Yiyi also came, her face bearing both smiles and tears, filled with emotion. A friend from the other shore of the starry sky, she was the closest person to him.
In a magnificent palace, they talked for a full two hours, recounting some of their experiences over the years. They felt the infinite power of time—so many things had happened.
Ye Fan directly stated his purpose. He wanted to see that Nine-Orifice Immortal Stone, or else he would always feel uneasy. He spoke: "I don't know what trump cards you have, but once she emerges, she will likely be invincible under heaven. Except for the existences within the Forbidden Zones, no one will be able to restrain her!"
The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi shook her head. "She is a child of our Jade Pool. From the time her divine intelligence was still ignorant, we began expounding scriptures to her, pouring in a great deal of effort. Even an iron heart would have long been moved. Moreover, she is originally one with the Jade Pool in heart and mind. You can rest assured."
She showed a hint of difficulty and tactfully told Ye Fan there was no need to worry. Regarding this divine fetus, the Jade Pool had unspeakable difficulties, but she guaranteed it would never become a calamity.
By the Immortal Pool, the ancient Flat Peach Tree remained verdant, its leaves green as agate, sparkling with luster. Various auspicious birds and beasts appeared around it. The divine stone, with nine orifices and eight openings, breathed in the essence of heaven and earth, surging with vigorous life force.
Ye Fan stopped by the pool, staring at the Stone King beneath the ancient tree. His Source Heaven Eyes opened wide, examining it carefully, penetrating the stone wall.
Within the stone, a woman possessed a divine bearing and jade bones, peerless in her generation. Her flesh and blood had formed, crystal clear and translucent. She could awaken at any moment and break free from the stone material!
"Please rest assured, Brother Ye. The Jade Pool has its own measure. Even if we were not cautious, we would not bring chaos to the world." The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi's voice was gentle as she looked at the divine stone.
Ye Fan keenly sensed that there really seemed to be hidden circumstances, different from what the former Saint Lord of Yao Chi had said. This Holy Land had concealed many secrets, deceiving everyone.
In the sky, chaotic energy filled the air. An ancient pagoda appeared faintly, rising and falling—that was the Western Emperor Pagoda, forged from Immortal Tear Green Gold, guarding this entire pure land.
Immortal Tear Green Gold was an immortal material. There were rumors in the world that it represented songs of sorrow and tears. Indeed, it was said that even the Western Emperor had lived half her life in desolation and regret.
In the Jade Pool, every woman of extraordinary talent seemed to have various shortcomings, leaving behind different heart-wrenching stories.
In the heavens, a woman appeared, her face filled with endless sorrow. She nodded to Ye Fan and vanished into the region where the Western Emperor Pagoda was located, accompanying it.
Ye Fan performed a great bow. That was Yang Yi, the confidante of the fifth generation Origin Heavenly Master. It seemed to once again confirm the ill omen of the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda, leaving behind regret and sorrow.
"What exactly is the relationship between Emperor Wu Shi and the Jade Pool?" Ye Fan suddenly asked.
"That black dog should know," the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi said.
"He's gone missing," Ye Fan said helplessly.
The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi said, "As you suspected in your heart, it is not false. And I only confirmed it in recent years. The ancient sage sealed within the Immortal Pool revealed past events after emerging."
"Emperor Wu Shi... truly came from the Jade Pool?!" Ye Fan turned abruptly. He had only asked casually, never expecting that she would actually reveal this truth.
"Yes, Emperor Wu Shi is the son of the Western Emperor." The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi spoke calmly, but it struck Ye Fan like a thunderbolt, shaking him. This was truly earth-shattering.
Two emperors from one family—an unbreakable rule? No, someone had already shattered the barrier and achieved it!
The Western Emperor's own offspring had not been halted at the ultimate peak by her supreme imperial path. Instead, he had rebelled against heaven and broken through, thus giving rise to the unique and unparalleled Wu Shi!
If this news were to spread, it would surely cause earth-shaking waves, shaking the world and stirring the entire universe!
Who said an emperor's descendant could not attain the Dao? Who could claim that one family could not produce two emperors? No one in history had broken the curse, yet little did they know that Wu Shi had already shattered it.
This was shocking news, a tremendous upheaval, enough to rewrite some common-sense understandings in the history of cultivation, shaking heaven and earth, startling the ages.
"He broke the myth, creating a miracle unprecedented in history!" Ye Fan sighed.
Everyone said the master of the Jade Pool could not marry, but who would have thought the Western Emperor had left behind a young son? If this were to spread, it would naturally cause an uproar.
"The Western Emperor had a sorrowful romance. She personally sent her companion to death, then personally sealed away her only young son, living out her life in loneliness. Finally, she gathered disciples at the Jade Pool and established this sect," the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi said, without concealing anything.
"So that's how it was."
Powerful and peerless as the Western Emperor, even as a Great Emperor, she had a song of sorrow. One could imagine that for a Great Emperor to be powerless to turn the tide, to personally send her beloved to death—what grief and anguish that must have been.
Ye Fan did not know what had happened back then, but he could imagine that kind of sorrow. The Western Emperor must have had endless pain and regret, evoking deep emotion.
Wu Shi had been sealed away when very young. He emerged in a dark age. There was no other choice—an imperial son was needed to suppress the dark turmoil, so his seal was undone. Thus began the legend of his undefeated life, shaking the ages.
"How strong was Emperor Wu Shi?" Ye Fan held reverence for this Great Emperor and very much wanted to know everything about him.
"Too strong to measure!" That was the evaluation within the Jade Pool.
Ye Fan understood. A Great Emperor could not be looked up to, could not be measured. He could only be estimated from his combat power before becoming emperor.
"When he was born, auspicious qi surged from his crown straight into the nine heavens, shaking the four seas." The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi revealed a shocking fact.
Ye Fan's heart shook violently. He immediately pulled out that fair-skinned, chubby child and stared at the little fellow inside the divine source, making him feel creeped out.
But the little fellow had some backbone. After a moment of fear, he glared back at Ye Fan, mumbling incessantly.
"An duan de ma sen fei la gu nu!"
Liu Yiyi asked how this little fellow had come about and couldn't help but exclaim—it was truly astonishing.
"How does Emperor Wu Shi compare to this little fatty when he was young?" Ye Fan asked.
"Why call him fat? All children are like this when young. This is called cuteness." Liu Yiyi couldn't help but pick up this piece of Immortal Source, holding it at a distance, dotingly stroking his head.
"The specifics are unknown." The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi shook her head. Emperor Wu Shi had lost his father as a child and was sealed by his mother when very young. He did not grow up by his parents' side, so outsiders knew little.
Without a doubt, his father was a Sacred Body. Barring accidents, he had likely reached great accomplishment. Otherwise, how could he have matched the already enlightened Western Emperor?
Flowing within him were the bloodlines of two supreme beings. One didn't need to think to know it was certainly heaven-defying. In fact, the invincible reputation of the Innate Sacred Body Dao Fetus had shaken the ages and had long been proven.
Under Liu Yiyi's soothing, the divine child behaved very well, obediently half-closing his big eyes and muttering a few words.
"Little fatty, if you can understand us, stop speaking those ancient words," Ye Fan said.
"Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy!" The divine child transmitted with divine consciousness, shouting "bad guy" four times in a row.
The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi and Liu Yiyi both laughed. Only Ye Fan threatened, "Little fatty, if you talk nonsense again, I'll sell you to the Primordial Ancient Mine and let the strange existences there study you thoroughly."
"You're the fatty!" This time, he shouted in a childish voice, not in ancient language but in the contemporary tongue.
Ye Fan was startled, then realized. This child had awakened in the Ji Family Stone Workshop many years ago. He could perceive everything outside and had surely long understood human speech.
"Yiyi, when the opportunity comes, I'll take you and Zhang Wenchang back to the other shore of the starry sky for a visit," Ye Fan turned and said.
"Really... really?!" Liu Yiyi's voice trembled, tears streaming down.
"Really." Ye Fan gave her a definite answer.
"I want to go too! That's where I was born!" the divine child shouted.
Ye Fan was startled. This little fatty had suddenly become talkative, and how could he be so sure? Then he suddenly realized—he had underestimated this child. He could sense others' emotions, had caught Liu Yiyi's divine consciousness fluctuations, and discerned what kind of place that was.
"Little fatty, you're quite dishonest." Ye Fan picked him up, preventing him from exploring Liu Yiyi's sea of consciousness, which was currently in an excited, unguarded state.
Then, Ye Fan asked a question he had always wanted to understand but had never received an answer to: "What exactly happened at the old site of the Jade Pool? What occurred back then?"