Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 510 - 510 519 Descendant of the Ye Family 4th update extra for the 2nd alliance leader

510: Chapter 519: Descendant of the Ye Family (4th update, extra for the 2nd alliance leader) 510: Chapter 519: Descendant of the Ye Family (4th update, extra for the 2nd alliance leader) “Yes, sir.”

The stout man appeared slightly startled, yet he quickly cast a spell to release the couple from their magical constraints, prompting them to hurriedly pull the boy back, retreating in shock.

They looked at the stout man and his companions with a grave solemnity in their eyes.

Both members of the couple were cultivators, and although their cultivation was not high, their eyesight was still keen.

They could not discern the cultivation levels of the stout man and his companions, but the mere aura emanating from them filled the couple with an overwhelming fear, clearly indicating these individuals were extremely formidable cultivators.

Step—Step—Step.

Ye Xuan walked leisurely towards them, his body devoid of any imposing aura, as if he were but an ordinary mortal.

Yet, the couple saw that these fearsomely auraed figures were all bowing in greeting to Ye Xuan.

“Do you share the surname Ye?” Ye Xuan’s voice quivered slightly as he drew near to the couple.

“This junior is Ye Tian, and today I bring my wife and child to pay respects to our ancestors.

If there has been any offense towards my senior, I ask for your forgiveness.”

Ye Tian quickly bowed deeply, his body’s spiritual light fluctuating.

Should Ye Xuan attempt to harm his wife and child, he was prepared to counterattack swiftly.

“Ye Tian?”

Ye Xuan nodded, sensing through his bloodline that this person was indeed a descendant of the Ye Family.

“What relation is Ye Ping to you?” Ye Xuan asked calmly.

“Ye Ping is my ancestor, but who might you be, senior?”

Upon hearing the words of Ye Xuan, Ye Tian was slightly taken aback before lifting his eyes to look at Ye Xuan, a flicker of surprise and doubt passing through his gaze.

Familiar, as though he had seen this person somewhere before.

Despite trying, Ye Tian couldn’t recall where, yet the person standing before him emitted an extremely intimate presence.

“It truly is the descendant of my younger brother.” Ye Xuan nodded.

He hadn’t expected that, thousands of years later, there would still be living members of the Ye Family, their bloodline unbroken.

“You do have heart, for even though Ye Ping has been gone for thousands of years, you still remember to pay homage to your ancestor.” Ye Xuan let out a wistful sigh, his eyes drifting slightly, as if recalling the bygone days of his youth.

It was an autumn day, leaves withering and the autumn wind bleak.

Atop a straw pile, two brothers sat back to back, the naive words of the younger brother Ye Ping faintly echoing in Ye Xuan’s ears.

“Brother, when I make something of myself one day, I’ll make sure that mother, little sister, and you lead a happy life.”

Pledges made with conviction, the youthful and determined green of tenacity, these were the images deep within Ye Xuan’s memory, also bringing back the unripe and youthful look of Ye Ping as a child.

Time had transformed the seas into mulberry fields, years had passed, and those once dear to him were no longer.

In his journey, Ye Xuan was accompanied only by the solitary moon and gentle breeze, leaving behind nothing but grave after grave, with the people and things of the past existing only in his memory.

A man, a path, a story of unending vicissitudes, a tale of inexhaustible sorrow.

All he could do was tread upon mountains of corpses and seas of blood, leaving behind to the world nothing but the solitary and desolate silhouette of his back.

To become an immortal!

How enticing that word seemed, yet who could know the helplessness and loneliness when one witnessed their loved ones dying right before their eyes?

The Buddha said: “Life is filled with seven sufferings: greed, anger, ignorance, grievance, enmity, separation from love, and failure to attain.”

The Buddha said: “To be alive is to suffer.”

But the Buddha forgot to say: “The road to becoming an immortal is long, with the gentle breeze for company.

Years may pass, and there may be no return.

That is life’s great sorrow and great resentment!”

Six thousand five hundred years!

Perhaps in the eyes of immortals, it was merely a part of the cultivation process, but in Ye Xuan’s view, he had experienced far too much in these six thousand five hundred years.

Rising from the Blood Sea, revived from death, he had journeyed from the Blood Sea to the human world, from the human world to become an Earth Immortal, until today after six thousand five hundred years, he had finally ascended to the position of the Heavenly Emperor, standing at the zenith of the Three Realms.

Majestic as the heavens and intricate as the earth, his life could be described as unparalleled in this age and beyond.

This was the life of Ye Xuan.

Yet, when he inadvertently looked back, his closest kin were no longer with him.

Among the heavens and earth, there were no more dear ones to him, and besides the subordinates who revered him, there was not a single confidant by his side.

The air of loneliness around Ye Xuan grew thicker, which caused Huang Pudgy and others to look on with concern, while a family of three gazed at Ye Xuan with complex expressions, unsure what sorrows the mysterious figure before them harbored.

The moon waxed and waned, and all was deathly quiet.

As the sunset faded and a crescent moon rose, the moonlight cascaded like ripples upon the water, casting the bamboo grove in a pristine light, and Ye Xuan’s thoughts returned to him then.

Hum!

Ye Xuan beckoned with his hand, and the fabric of the void rippled slightly as a white jade scroll appeared before the young boy.

“This Cultivation Technique is not some formidable Cultivation Method, but it can ensure one doesn’t fall into the risk of demonic possession and steadily cultivate to the realm of a Heavenly Immortal.

Consider this a gift I am leaving for the descendants of the Ye Family,” Ye Xuan calmly stated.

The young boy blankly received the jade scroll and then anxiously looked towards his parents, prompting Ye Tian to quickly return to his senses, pull the young boy over, and bow to Ye Xuan, saying, “We thank the senior for this generous gift.

May I know the senior’s illustrious name, and if you have any acquaintance with the ancestors of the Ye Family?”

Alas, Ye Xuan did not answer Ye Tian’s question but simply smiled faintly and walked towards the edge of the bamboo grove, with Huang Pudgy and the others quickly following along, until Ye Xuan and his party disappeared into the bamboo.

Only then did the family of three snap out of their daze.

“Dad, who… who is this person?” the young boy asked, clutching the jade scroll and looking at his father with confusion.

“Tian brother, I… I feel like I’ve seen this person somewhere before,” Li Xiaoyue spoke out, perplexed as if she was searching her memories for Ye Xuan.

Suddenly!

Li Xiaoyue’s face underwent a great change, her eyes locked in place, and then she turned to look at Ye Tian urgently, saying, “Tian… Tian brother… the… the photo.”

Seeing his wife in such a state of urgency, Ye Tian’s expression changed in puzzlement, asking, “Xiaoyue, don’t panic, what photo are you talking about?”

“Tian… Tian brother… the photo of Ye Ping’s ancestor when he was young… the one that has always been passed down in your Ye Family,” Li Xiaoyue said with a tremble in her voice, as if she had stumbled upon something momentous.

Upon hearing his wife’s anxious words, Ye Tian’s expression drastically changed.

He swiftly opened the Sumeru Space, and a photograph, extremely well-preserved yet markedly yellowed, appeared in his hands.

The black and white photo was very old, a family portrait.

In the photo were the young Ye mother, the innocent Ye Ling’er, and the youthfully inexperienced Ye Ping, but it was at this moment that the couple gasped and became utterly frozen in place.

In the black and white photo, a young man with a resolute face, holding his younger brother and sister’s shoulders, was smiling towards the couple; this young man was Ye Xuan in his youth.

Though Ye Xuan looked slightly different from his youth, the changes were not very distinct.

When the couple superimposed the two faces in their minds, their bodies shook with the utmost tremor.

“He…

He is the ancestor Ye Xuan?”

Suddenly, Ye Tian exclaimed in shock, his whole body collapsing to the ground powerlessly, his gaze fixated on the photograph in his hands, utterly speechless.

“He is the ancestor Ye Xuan, it must be him.

There has always been a legend passed down in our family that when ancestor Ye Xuan ascended to immortality, he began a new epoch, enabling the emergence of Cultivators throughout the world.

I thought that legend was merely fiction, but now it seems that it was completely true,” Ye Tian murmured with a tremble, overwhelmed with excitement.

“Quick, Lin’er, see what spell is inside this jade scroll,” Li Xiaoyue said with excitement, urging the young boy to open the Cultivation Technique inside the jade scroll.

As his parents were so excited, the young boy didn’t dare delay.

He quickly channeled Spiritual Power into the jade scroll, and the scene that followed left the family of three completely astounded.

Hum!

Immortal Light flowed, Spiritual Texts emerged, and a multitude of mysterious Runes spread out, and the sound of the heavens echoed around them.

The simple act of listening to the Immortal Scripture coming from the jade scroll was enough to rapidly increase the Cultivation of the entire family, rendering them speechless.

“Immortal Scripture, this is an Immortal Scripture, he truly is ancestor Ye Xuan!”

Ye Tian’s face reddened with emotion, unable to contain his excitement, his eyes brimming with tears as they spilled over, and he cried out loudly in the bamboo grove, longing for Ye Xuan to reappear before him.

Regrettably, Ye Xuan had never planned to reveal his identity to the descendants of the Ye Family.

No matter how earnestly Ye Tian pleaded, Ye Xuan did not appear before him again.