Chapter 1566: Chapter 1549: Martial Arts Epiphany
In the space world opened by Taiyi Palace, the remaining martial artists from the Wuji Sect and Taiyi Palace live here, and it has been relatively peaceful these years.
In a mansion constructed of huge stones, the family of Xiao Ye gathered together and shared their experiences over the years.
Of course, he chose not to disclose anything about the Human Race Four Emperors and the Emperor World, only mentioning his return to the sect.
Because it is too shocking and would cause a sensation, possibly driving the Five Sealed Emperor Strong People crazy.
"Xiao Nian, your father is back and has become a Half-Emperor Strong Person, aren’t you happy?"
Xiao Yang and Luo Meilan held Xiao Nian, with faces full of doting affection.
"Does happiness have to be shown on the face?" Xiao Nian said while glancing at Xiao Ye from the corner of her eye.
"This child has been spoiled by Taiyi Palace Master and the others." Bing Ya and Xiao Ye stood hand in hand, with helplessness written on her pretty face, exuding maternal glow.
It can be seen that she also pampers Xiao Nian greatly.
"You’ve had a hard time these years," Xiao Ye smiled.
With the arrival of dark turmoil, he wasn’t by his family’s side. Fortunately, there were no major accidents; otherwise, he would feel guilty and regretful for life.
"All the hardships vanished when you returned."
"However, the loss to the Wuji Sect this time is very severe. What are your plans for the future?" Bing Ya leaned lightly against Xiao Ye, whispering.
Xiao Ye fell silent.
His gaze shifted to Xiao Yang, whose temple hair had turned white, especially as his legs were empty, sitting on a wooden wheelchair; his heart ached sharply.
The loss to the Wuji Sect is not just severe.
When the dark turmoil descended, the Dark Emperor struck remotely at Wuji Sect. To protect Luo Meilan, Xiao Yang crushed the Half-Emperor Jade Scroll left by Xiao Ye, but his strength was ultimately too weak. He was swept by the aftermath, causing his legs to be shattered; now he can only rely on the wheelchair.
Although Xiao Yang didn’t say anything after his return and expressed satisfaction with his present life, Xiao Ye felt a pang of sadness.
"Dark Emperor, if I, Xiao Ye, do not avenge this hatred, I am not worthy to be a son. Whether you are the Ultimate Palace Master or the Cang Clan Patriarch, you must die," Xiao Ye took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with cold light.
"In the Emperor World, many heavenly materials and earthly treasures are nurtured, and I should be able to find treasures that can regenerate my father’s legs. If I can’t find them, I’ll seek help from the four Masters."
"As long as my parents use the heavenly materials and earthly treasures I brought back from the Emperor World to extend their lifespan, we can wait for this day."
Xiao Ye swept his palm over the Space Ring, instantly retrieving numerous heavenly materials and earthly treasures emitting terrifying energy fluctuations, filling the entire room with divine light.
Xiao Yang, Luo Meilan, and Xiao Nian all widened their eyes.
At this moment, according to the method obtained from Xing Shuo, Xiao Ye refined heavenly materials and earthly treasures to increase lifespan for consumption by Xiao Yang and Luo Meilan. The two instantly became much younger, vibrant, and full of spirit.
"In just nine years, but it feels like a lifetime, many old friends have left. Even if I bring back many heavenly materials and earthly treasures from the Emperor World, what’s the use?"
Xiao Ye walked out of the mansion where his parents resided and traversed the space world, witnessing faces that were almost numb and rigid due to the dark turmoil.
Moreover, many people will never be seen again, destined to be separated by life and death.
Originally flourishing and thriving, now, how many are left in the Wuji Sect? There are less than ten titled Emperor Martials left.
And his old friends, Absolute Emperor Tang Yi, Iron Blood Domain Lord Nangong Xingyu, were buried in the dust of time with the shattering of the Emperor Domain, their whereabouts unknown.
"The Sect Leader has returned; it seems we can leave this place soon."
"Indeed, this place is good, but it’s ultimately just a space world and can’t compare to the outside."
"Our Wuji Sect is destined to be unrivaled and sweep across the universe, how can we be confined to one corner?"
"During the dark turmoil, my brother was killed. Even though he seemed insignificant like a wave on the ocean, he was still a life. He can’t just leave silently; I hope the Sect Leader can avenge him."
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A few middle-aged martial artists were chatting.
They all had hidden injuries, with one missing an arm. Although in their prime, they looked like veterans just off the battlefield.
Xiao Ye released Half-Emperor Intent and listened to the martial artists’ conversation, falling into silence.
That arm-lacking martial artist reminded him of Xiao Dashan.
He, along with many clansmen from the Xiao Family Village, like Xiao Teng, was in the East State Heavenly Pride Kingdom. Because of the dark turmoil’s shroud, leaving Central State to go to other Four Great States was challenging; no one knows their fate.
"Xiao Fan, take me to pay respects to that old friend," Xiao Ye sighed, his figure flashing, appearing before Xiao Fan and speaking.
"Okay!" Feeling Xiao Ye’s change in mood, Xiao Fan did not hesitate and led Xiao Ye flying through the space world.
This space world had many barren mountains.
Xiao Fan guided Xiao Ye to land on one such barren mountain, where they saw countless tombstones spread across the barren mountain, almost a thousand in total.
Although wild grasses grew on the mountain, it was very neat here.
"In this cemetery, there are martial artists from the Wuji Sect who fell during the dark turmoil, and most of the tombs are empty anyway."
Xiao Fan had matured greatly, speaking in a deep voice.
"This old friend saved Xiao Nian but was blown to ashes, leaving not even a corpse."
"Brother, you surely know her."
Xiao Fan pointed at a tombstone ahead.
"Is it her?"
"You have finally acknowledged you’re part of the Xiao Family Village’s clan..."
Xiao Ye’s gaze fell upon an empty tomb endowed with an unknown wildflower swaying in the wind, full of sorrow.
On the tombstone, the name ’Xiao Yiyi’ was clearly engraved, especially the surname ’Xiao,’ which rendered him silent.
Before heading to the sect, he had seen her participating in the Wuji Sect disciple recruitment assessment, treating her as a stranger, giving her a silhouette, without meeting her.
Unexpectedly, after returning from the sect, Liu Yiyi was gone.
"Did you save Nian’er out of guilt?"
Xiao Ye murmured to the empty tomb.
He couldn’t imagine how she managed to save Xiao Nian under the Dark Emperor’s attack.
But none of that mattered now.
The old friend had passed, and all grievances and grudges had washed away like water; there was no point in dwelling on them further.
Xiao Ye’s gaze swept forward, finding three other names that filled him with immense sorrow.
Xiao Tianxiong!
Shi Zhan!
Wu Shi!
These three venerable elders also perished in the dark turmoil.
"Despite my immense powers, I cannot bring them back to life. Is the cycle of life and death truly the Heavenly Dao Truth?" Xiao Ye fell into a mystical state.
He stepped into this barren mountain, sitting cross-legged facing the cemetery, his eyes slightly closed.
"Brother!"
Xiao Fan was startled, preparing to step forward but was stopped by a figure.
"Xiao Fan, if I’m not mistaken, your brother must be touched by these old friends’ passing. He might gain something, so don’t disturb him."
The visitor was the Taiyi Palace Master.
