Chapter 718: Chapter 298: The Arrival of the Holiest _3
Standing atop a massive spider and overlooking the heavens and earth, he exuded an elusive domineering aura.
"Who is that with such grandiosity?"
"This is the foundational city left by the progenitors, not even the Holy Saint Embryo can destroy it. With such arrogance, isn’t it afraid of bringing trouble upon its master?"
At Ye Mo’s side, Ye Dingding muttered, his face showing dissatisfaction.
Such undisguised Demonic Language could not be ignored by the naturally perceptive members of the Night Family.
"What’s wrong with this king making a comment? If you’re unhappy, take it up with the one under my feet."
Fly Moon, too, had keen ears, and although it was hurrying along, it had overheard Ye Dingding’s muttering.
It lazily lay on the back of the Death Spider Queen, completely relaxed, with an air of "say whatever you like, I’m not scared of you."
"Is it him?"
Ye Buyi and Ye Dan glanced at each other, their eyes revealing a hint of bewilderment.
To this day, they had learned from various sources about the extraordinary nature of this creature.
But to be accompanied by a Saint on its travels was beyond imagination.
"Feeling itchy, are you?"
A giant pincer-like hand grabbed Fly Moon’s wing and hoisted it up.
Fly Moon was furious and struggled with all his might, but he could not escape.
"Old man, when I ascend as the Shining World Fetus, I will lift you up just like a little chick!"
"I’ll wait for you. I hope it’s not just empty talk."
Unmoved, the Dreadclaw Ape Demon King gave a sly smile as he glanced at the Night Family members on the ground, then looked at Ye Hanjun with a smirk before turning back.
"Hiss!!"
The Death Spider Queen climbed onto an uninhabited towering stone pillar and roared, its thirty-six Spider Spears flailing wildly.
Under the watchful eyes of all, an old man holding a cane was gently placed on the ground by the palm of the Dreadclaw Ape Demon King.
"Cough cough... Ye Qianmo, you old scoundrel, pay back the money!"
The elder coughed while glaring fiercely at the nearby six-wheeled chariot.
As the chariot rocked slightly, a relatively thin but spirited white-haired old man crawled out from it.
He twisted his mouth, trying hard to recall, and said uncertainly,
"Did I... owe you money?"
"You scoundrel, you were so humble when borrowing money, but it’s like asking for your life when it’s time to repay!"
Ye Tianming coughed up blood in his rage, while Ye Qianmo stroked his beard, more convinced as he asked,
"How, exactly, do I owe you? Do you have proof?"
"Without proof or evidence, to whom should I complain if you falsely accuse me?"
"Fine, fine, fine, you won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin!"
Ye Tianming waved his cane in the air, his speech rate increasing,
"New Era, first epoch, year 3555, July 18th, at the turning of the Nether Moon, you came to my Demon Cave, asking me for a fresh egg of the Supreme Demon."
"Considering your short lifespan and fearing your sudden death, I gave you the egg, watching as you swallowed it and digested it into energy matter."
"Who would have thought, after a few thousand years and a few confused sleeps of mine, you’d deny the debt, right?"
"Ah, it seems there was such an incident."
Realizing the truth, Ye Qianmo chuckled awkwardly,
"The youngsters are watching. Let’s stay calm, stay calm. I will definitely make it up to you later."
"Don’t forget the interest. It must be multiplied by thirty or fifty times, or else I’ll make sure you’re dead!"
"Oh dear, Tianming brother, your way of dealing with debts won’t do, who collects debts like this?"
Ye Qianmo repeatedly waved his hands and, seeing Ye Tianming puff out his cheeks in anger, quickly ducked into the cabin of the Roaring Heaven War Chariot.
"..."
Just a moment ago, Ye Long, who was praising how powerful their ancestors were, held his forehead, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"It’s no wonder he’s referred to as ’Holy Lord.’ Even as a ninth-tier, he should be an upper-echelon type."
"Right, to establish a Demon Cave and scour the Abyss for rare Demons, if one wasn’t capable, they would have been eliminated by a Demon King-level Saint long ago."
The clanspeople whispered among themselves, the astonishment in their voices gradually subsiding.
Only when the Clock of the Era is about to chime, marking the key moment of a new era, can one catch a glimpse of the elegance of saints.
And about the Holy Saint Embryo, except for the commonly seen gate-guarding Sprint Mourning, where else could one so easily encounter it?
"Uncle Tianming, long time no see."
Astride the back of a Fu Fish, Ye Shu sat cross-legged, constantly enveloped in rosy light.
She showed no sign of getting up and moving, but instead tossed over a bamboo box, gently cautioning,
"This ginseng here, with its age rings breaking ten thousand, if consumed by ordinary clan members, could extend life by at least two thousand years."
"Uncle, you’ve consumed countless life-extending treasures, perhaps it may not have that strong an effect anymore."
"But... better than none, even if it could slow aging by just ten years, it would be beneficial both for you and for our clan."
Ye Tianming caught the bamboo box with the bottom of his cane, and after a brief pause, he laughed heartily.
Suddenly, his laughter turned to loving frustration. He shouted towards the closed Roaring Heaven War Chariot,
"You old scoundrel, learn something new!"
"Look at how considerate little Shu is, knowing how to honor her elders!"
"You stingy miser, you’re infuriating me to death!"
...
Amid a tirade of scolding, the Roaring Heaven War Chariot remained motionless, whether it was the vehicle itself or the person inside it; all pretended to be dead.
"Uncle, calm down, anger is bad for your health."
"The Clock of the Era is also about to chime, let’s properly set up the Formation. According to our prior communication, you should be supporting two stone pillars."
"No problem!"
When Ye Tianming looked toward Ye Shu, his smile was especially kind:
"Although I’m old, such a small task—easy as pie!"
"Swish!"
Contract Imprints lit up, and on another stone pillar set far apart, another colossal figure suddenly appeared.
It was a giant shaped like a Saint, cloaked in thick armor, even its head hidden under the helmet.
On its armor, numerous broken swords were haphazardly embedded, with chaotic slash marks visible all around.
"Damn..."
Ye Hu shuddered, his extended neck suddenly retracting.
Despite such a vast distance, an ancient aura pressed down upon the world from ages past.
On other stone pillars, whether it was the Roaring Heaven War Chariot, Fu Fish, Plastic Bimeng, or other indiscernible Saints, there was a momentary stirring.
"Is this the legendary ’Blade Golem’? One of the ultimate rulers of the Golem race?"
"Such a terrifying aura, surely only a Supreme Sacred Great Achievement could achieve this..."
"No wonder Ancestor Qianmo conceded, Tianming Ancestor’s most powerful Contracted Spirit... indeed has such stature."
