Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 604: Invitation from Three Sects

At this moment, even the young monks of Golden Buddha Mountain held their breath, their eyes intently fixed on Fu Hu, waiting for him to continue.

"Was the source of the disaster Ye Yu?" Qinchuan frowned deeply and said in a serious tone.

"Indeed, it originated from Ye Xuan and Mo Yu's eldest son—Ye Yu," Elder Fu Hu said unhurriedly.

"Not only did this Ye Yu possess a sinister and enchanting beauty, but he was also extremely gifted in cultivation. It took him a mere five hundred years to break through the Dragon Transformation realm, making him the youngest Great Saint in the entire Heavenly Mountain Domain at that time."

"Moreover, within three thousand years, he even succeeded in breaking through the shackles of the Supreme Saint and stepped into the Quasi-Emperor Realm."

"That year, when Ye Yu broke through to the Quasi-Emperor Realm, Ye Xuan and Mo Yu were about to welcome their second child, and everything in the Spirit Dragon Holy Land was developing in a positive direction. But at this time, Ye Xuan died."

"Great Emperor Ye Xuan died? How did he die? Does it have anything to do with Ye Yu? Why say the disaster originated from him?" Ji Huo'er asked a series of questions, her eyes shining with a strange light.

"Ye Xuan was killed by Ye Yu."

With his hands clasped together, chanting prayers, Elder Fu Hu delivered the shocking news.

"What?"

"Patricide?!"

Ye Xuanji, Ji Huo'er, Ling Xian'er, and all the young monks collectively gasped in horror, feeling a storm surge within their hearts.

In this world, could there actually be someone so unfilial and rebellious, and moreover, was this person the current Holy Master of the Spirit Dragon Holy Land—Ye Yu?

"Ye Xuan was killed by his own son?" Elder Luo Du was also quite astonished, as he was unaware of the true cause of Ye Xuan's death even with the abnormal occurrences within the Spirit Dragon Holy Land.

Ye Shiyi trembled all over; upon hearing this, a nameless agitation welled up inside him.

He vaguely sensed something.

"Young Master, is that Ye Xuan my ancestor?" Ye Shiyi's eyes were red, and he clutched at Qinchuan's sleeve, asking in a faltering voice.

Qinchuan patted little Shiyi's head, unsure of how to begin.

Qinchuan had guessed it; having known that Mo Yu bore two children, this Ye Shiyi must certainly be from the younger lineage.

As for why Ye Yu would commit patricide, he probably had an inkling of the reason.

Regardless of how Ye Xuan managed to win Mo Yu's heart, the blood of the Ghost Race still flowed in her veins.

And it was this very bloodline of the Ghost Race that caused Ye Xuan's demise.

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After all, the Ghost Race was one of the four great ancient clans; their bloodline was countless times stronger than that of the Human Race. The resulting combination birthed Ye Yu, whose Ghost Race bloodline completely overpowered the Human Race bloodline, turning him into a cruel individual much like the Ghost Race.

Within the Ghost Race, there were no bonds of kinship.

"What happened afterward?" Although Qinchuan did not answer, Ye Shiyi received his affirmation and, for the first time, took the initiative to ask, "What about the senior Mo Yu and the child she was carrying?"

"The reason I know so much is completely because all of this was personally recounted by Mo Yu," Elder Fu Hu said, his aura of Buddha's light dimming.

"That day, my elder brother and I were quietly cultivating in the great hall when we suddenly detected Mo Yu entering the mountain alone, bathed in blood and in a rather wretched state.

For several thousand years, Golden Buddha Mountain had been in decline, and we owed much to the aid provided by her and her husband on numerous occasions, so my elder brother and I received her."

"It was from her that we learned that Ye Xuan was poisoned with something sinister, and that Ye Yu attempted to violate his own mother. She took the opportunity to escape."

"Such a beast!" Ji Huo'er listened, teeth clenched with rage, suddenly spitting out, "Worse than a beast, not only committing patricide but even harboring designs on his own mother!"

Qinchuan frowned and said nothing; he knew that such affairs were common within the Ghost Race. When a Ghost King was replaced, the new Ghost King would inherit all the possessions of the old Ghost King, including women. This was already ingrained in the bloodline of the Ghost Race.

And among the transitions between old and new Ghost Kings, a significant portion involved father and son.

"Our Golden Buddha Mountain lineage took in Mo Yu, and she secretly gave birth to a male infant within the mountain, later named Ye Bai," said Luo Du. "Mo Yu seemed very apprehensive about the reappearance of an incident like Ye Yu's, so from a young age, she had Ye Bai recite Buddhist scriptures and cultivate his Mind Realm in the temple."

"As for Mo Yu, when Ye Bai turned twenty, she left Golden Buddha Mountain and the last we heard, she had died."

"She returned to the Spirit Dragon Holy Land, seeking to suppress Ye Yu and avenge her husband, but in the end, her True Spirit was shattered."

"Her second son, Ye Bai, later also disappeared during a great war that broke out on Golden Buddha Mountain due to the coveting of a Great Emperor."

"A Great Emperor and a Quasi-Emperor, both met their fates at the hands of their own biological son," expressed Fu Hu, sighing deeply as he spoke.

"Ye Yu, a patricide and a matricide, deserves to be executed by everyone!" Ye Shiyi's guts wrenched with fury.

Born in Dongju Continent, he had been taught since childhood that he must one day return to Nanchi Continent to seek revenge and settle his grudges.

As a young boy, he didn't understand the depth of hatred that had been passed down through countless generations, nor did he know whom to seek out for his vengeance.

But still, from a young age, he ingrained this obsession into the depths of his mind.

Today, he finally learned that his nemesis was from the same lineage as his, and he could even call this Great Emperor his ancestor."

At this point, Fu Hu's eyes lowered as he chanted the Buddha's name and sighed with a sense of transcendence.

"What a pity, what a tragedy! If Ye Xuan had not come here back then; or if the senior brothers were stronger and had captured that woman earlier.

No encounter would have happened between the two, and all that followed would never have occurred.

Perhaps no such calamity would have befallen the Spirit Dragon Holy Land, Ye Xuan would not have met such a tragic end, and our Golden Buddha Mountain would not have fallen into the situation it is in today."

"So that's how it was."

Qinchuan's expression tightened, as all of this stemmed from those mysterious masked people and the enigmatic powerhouse behind them.

He also knew why Yu Qilin had not sent back any news from the Spirit Dragon Holy Land for two years.

Yu Qilin, most likely, was more unfortunate than fortunate.

Now that Qinchuan and the others understood the sequence of events, just as he was about to speak and prepare to leave for the Spirit Dragon Holy Land, an anomaly occurred.

Suddenly, a Divine Rainbow burst towards the Golden Buddha Mountain from a distant point in the sky.

"Great Saint powerhouse!"

"And three at the Great Saint Late Stage, no less!"

The crowd looked on keenly.

Three Divine Rainbows, vibrant with energy, cleaved the sky and instantaneously arrived above the site, one person enshrouded in black Qi, another stepping on a three-foot Spirit Sword, and the last radiating Xuanhuang Qi all around.

Clearly, they were Great Saint powerhouses from the Spirit Dragon Holy Land, Heavenly Sword Gate, and the Supreme Xuanhuang Sect.

"Haha, so Elder Fu Hu did remember the thirty-thousand-year covenant and has actually been waiting for us early," the elder standing on the Spirit Sword laughed heartily.

"Stop teasing, since Elder Fu Hu is here, let's get straight to the point," said the elder suffused with Xuanhuang Qi in a jesting yet calm manner.

Finally, the figure from the Spirit Dragon Holy Land enshrouded in black fog spoke with a gloomy voice: "Fu Hu, the thirty-thousand-year period has arrived, Mount Sumeru is about to open, and we kindly ask that Elder Fu Hu comes to the Heavenly Mountain Range in half a month."

Though it was phrased as an invitation, his tone was more akin to coercion, carrying an undeniable authority.

After saying their piece, the three transformed back into Divine Rainbows and vanished into the distance.