"Are you him?"
When the young girl spoke these words, her eyes clearly brimd with tears, her vision cloudy with mist, carrying traces of longing, of hope, of a trembling heart. Her delicate voice quivered as she gazed at Ye Chen.
At that mont, a gentle breeze wafted by, blowing away the black cloak that covered her head and revealing the girl’s true face, along with a cascade of soft, azure hair spilling down.
Just as he had predicted earlier, she was indeed a young girl - appearing no more than sixteen or seventeen during her blossoming age, quite young, yet her beauty was such that it could overturn states and outshine the world.
With three thousand strands flowing like a waterfall, her azure hair reached down to her charming hips, lustrous and sleek.
The girl’s eyebrows arched like willow leaves, her eyes like pools of autumn water, her delicate nose pert, her lips a tender crimson, and her skin like condensed milk, fitting to describe as "spirit resembling crystal jade and bone like divine crystal."
Even though her petite body remained enshrouded by a black cloak, the silhouette beneath suggested an exceedingly graceful and lithe figure, standing tall and straight like a slender stem of jade.
She was outstanding in such a way that, without any makeup, her skin was translucent and flawless, surpassing frost and snow, and her aura distinctively noble, elevating her to the status of the most exalted Imperial Princess of Heavenly and Myriad of Realms, exalted and untouchable.
It was as if her nobility was inherent in the fabric of her being, not rely an attitude of superiority she displayed.
More than her beauty that could overturn nations, Ye Chen was taken aback by her noble bearing.
Who in the world was this young girl? She did not seem to be a re princess of so ordinary Immortal Sacred Land. Especially that noble deanor—Ye Chen had not encountered many like it in his past life. They were all genuinely noble figures.
Yet for so reason, this Chenn Ruo also felt vaguely familiar as if they had t before, but he held no recollection of such a girl in his mories. Perhaps they had crossed paths at so point.
However, Chenn Ruo’s words were equally puzzling to him.
"Am I him? Who is ’he’?" Ye Chen asked.
"You are not him, it’s impossible for you to be him," Chenn Ruo said sadly, tears streaming down her incomparably beautiful face, conveying a sense of disappointnt and desolation that was profoundly unsettling.
For so unknown reason, seeing the young girl in this state made Ye Chen’s heart quiver too, with an inexplicable ache. He wanted to reach out and wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, but ultimately, he made no move.
Eventually, Chenn Ruo regained her composure and said, "Ye Chen, can you tell the origins of your movent technique?"
Ye Chen looked at Chenn Ruo with surprise, not understanding why she was so concerned with the Reverse Space Eight Steps—a movent technique that he had obtained inadvertently as a child in his past life. It was considered profound for anyone below the Saintly Treasure Realm, but once reaching that realm, it was inadequate.
Given Chenn Ruo’s status, she was unlikely to care too much about it, and surely she had knowledge of far superior techniques. But he couldn’t reveal that it was a technique from his past life, so he steered the conversation away by suggesting that he had found it by chance in an ancient tomb of a powerful being.
He could feel her gaze growing more desolate.
Ye Chen couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Chenn Ruo, why do you care so much about my movent technique?"
Chenn Ruo nodded, then shook her head, as if uncertain what that ant. Finally, she sighed softly, "It’s just that soone I knew once mastered the Reverse Space Eight Steps. He was a person of great importance to . He gave everything, bestowed my life upon , and saved . It’s just that he’s dead."
So there was such a sad story behind it all. Ye Chen sighed softly, urging the girl to take comfort in accepting the inevitable.
Chenn Ruo shook her head lightly, her black hair fluttering in the wind, and sighed gently. Tears sparkled in the eyes of one who was usually optimistic, rendering them misty with moisture, "He was very powerful. In life, he dominated the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, unparalleled in battle, vanquishing all mighty foes who then bowed in submission. He was one of the mightiest individuals ever to exist."
"He personally slaughtered many so-called Supre Powerhouses, splattering blood across heaven and earth, instilling fear and dread in countless people."
As the girl described him, Ye Chen envisioned an impressive and supre figure standing tall amidst the vast universe, looking down upon the Six Harmonies and Eight Desolates, battling across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, shedding blood in the heavens, and defeating various formidable enemies in fierce combat, clearing a bright universe.
"Alas, he had not reached the pinnacle of Great Perfection. He was plotted against, with even Ancient Great Powers of this era among the conspirators, and t his end between heaven and earth."
Ye Chen’s heart trembled. How mighty a person he must have been to make the enemies of the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms bow in submission and to drive Ancient Great Powers to conspire against him—such strength and peerlessness.
He still rembered, tens of thousands of years ago, soone from the Combat Saint Lineage just as the girl described, shattering the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, fighting alone against several Supre Powers of the Ten Thousand Domains in the vast starry sky, shattering star after star, personally slaying several among them.
That was his Master, an invincible Combat Saint of his era who had stood at the very peak of the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, inspiring fear in the Great Powers who then banded together to hunt him down.
He began to wonder if this girl was related to his Master. Could she be his daughter?
His Master had always remained silent about his past life. Ye Chen only knew of his Master’s final battle and so glorious achievents from the past through certain channels, such as the invincible battle in the stars against Donghua Haoyi’s ancestors.
As for other details, such as whether he had a wife and children, he did not know.
Perhaps the girl was his Master’s daughter, chosen by him to be sealed away. Otherwise, how could she be so distinguished, possess such high cultivation, and evoke such a sense of familiarity in him?
His Master was a Combat Saint, and he too was a Combat Saint in this life, it was just that his Holy Body Bloodline lay dormant, yet to be awakened.
These were rely his suspicions, though it could also be soone else.
"You resemble him, evoking in a sense of closeness. Unfortunately, you are not him. You are powerful, worthy of being called a king, but you do not match him," Chenn Ruo sighed softly, as if reminiscing about the days when "he" was at his most powerful and invincible.
Ye Chen was silent, then asked, "Could you tell more about him?"
Yet Chenn Ruo shook her head slightly and said softly, "I cannot. You are not him. Knowing of his might would only make you feel inferior because, within the sa realm, his power was beyond your imagination."
"As a king, you seem very powerful, akin to that Red-Scaled King, exceedingly extraordinary. Perhaps you could dominate several Great Domains, perhaps rise in bygone eras, transcend Reincarnation, and beco a Heavenly King Invincible."
"However, when a king faces him, it can only be deed tragic. He personally slew more than one youthful king, regarded as an assassin of kings, staining the blue sky red with blood, ultimately becoming a True King, capable of rivaling the True Kings of the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, possessing endless glory. Who could possibly compare!"
"Who is he?" Ye Chen inquired.
"He’s my father!"
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