Ye Chen’s voice took a turn, a trace of mockery on his lips as he said, "You can’t be blad, after all, isn’t this how you have been since childhood? Even when the family was on the brink of collapse, the internal strife never ceased.
On the surface, there’s extre rejection of external forces, even introducing this so-called bloodline test to eliminate spies and infiltrators.
But you and I both know the reality, don’t we? So it’s normal for you to maintain your suspicion towards , thinking I want to use the Ye family or have other motives."
Ye Chen’s words made Ye Sheng blush with sha.
Indeed, for as long as anyone could rember, while all branches of the Ye family have shouted for its revival, the underlying rivalry and deception have never stopped.
The so-called bloodline test felt like a joke, and thinking of Ye Niang, Ye Sheng couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
With a mix of mockery and sarcasm, Ye Chen’s words pierced like facts, almost making Ye Sheng, Ye Chunzhi, and Ye Chunong want to find a crack to bury themselves in.
But the outco was evident, even the once proud and conceited Ye Sheng had nothing more to say, obediently sitting down to adjust his state.
No matter how much Ye Chen mocked them, at least one thing he said was true: the success of the Ye family’s ancestral ritual does not an the family is out of danger.
Even more dangerous situations might await them, and if they can’t overco this, complete annihilation ans the ancestral ritual’s success would be aningless.
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anwhile, in the Netherworld Hall.
Not long ago, the breaking of Mo Lang and Mo Handong’s soul lamps left Mo Xue Ming, the master of the hall, in silence for a long ti, the furrowed brows hinting at his inner unrest.
In this short period, first Qu Tan’er died, and now he lost two capable adopted sons. Even if Mo Xue Ming considered them re pawns, their deaths wouldn’t bring him any sorrow.
But such consecutive losses are still unacceptable for the Netherworld Hall.
No matter how many pawns there are, eventually there will co a ti when they’re all used up.
Especially since Mo Lang and Mo Handong died almost simultaneously, and up till now, he still didn’t know how his three subordinates died.
As for Qu Tan’er, nothing needed to be said. Mo Lang and Mo Handong were both strong in the Heavenly God Realm First Layer Heaven, and in the entire Divine Kingdom, there weren’t many who could kill them so swiftly.
Recalling the eting with Ye Chen outside the Netherworld Hall, the familiar aura he sensed from that young man stirred both curiosity and excitent in Mo Xue Ming’s heart.
Because in Ye Chen, he not only sensed the Ancient Divine Doctor but also so traces of other ’old acquaintances.’
These were figures from the Ancient Tis, whose deaths had been confird long ago.
Yet, traces of these people appeared on a young man. While others might not understand why, Mo Xue Ming, who possessed a Reincarnation Star Stone, knew very well.
He knew a legend regarding the Reincarnation Star Stone, and if that legend were true, it would an the opportunity he had waited so long for might finally arrive.
In Ye Chen, Mo Xue Ming saw the possibility of the legend being true.
That’s why he specifically instructed Mo Lang and Mo Handong to pay attention to Ye Chen, to engage him, but not to kill him.
However, judging from the current situation, his two previously reliable adopted sons failed in their task to seize the Ye family’s Reincarnation Star Stone.
Not only did they fail, but they also lost their lives.
This was quite problematic.
Without understanding the situation fully, Mo Xue Ming couldn’t send other disciples from the Netherworld Hall to investigate. Standing with his hands behind his back at the hall’s entrance, he gazed distantly at the starry sky, deep and cold.
"Perhaps, I need to go personally."
...
In the depths of Jueye Land, within the Linglong Pagoda of the Ye family.
Since Ye Chen and the others went down into the dark fog to reach the Ancestral Land, nearly all elite Ye family mbers had gathered at the top of the pagoda, with several ancestors stationed there.
The once-in-ten-thousand-years ancestral ritual concerns the entire Ye family’s future.
In the past, the ancestral ritual was never interrupted, but never once succeeded.
Each failure ant countless years of escape for the Ye Clan Disciples, enemies all around!
Each failure was akin to carving the flesh from their bones ti and again; now, the once main line of the Ye family, once protectors of the Samsara Master, had dwindled significantly, with only so branches remaining but lacking strong figures.
As for affiliated forces, they scattered like monkeys when the tree fell long ago.
This ti, the ancestral ritual was led by the less-than-a-thousand-year-old Chaos Realm Peak geniuses Ye Tanzhu, Ye Sheng, and Ye Niang, along with the monstrous figures Ye Lingtian and Ye Chen, who possessed Chaos Realm Peak combat strength, giving the entire Ye family a glimr of hope.
Moreover, in so sense, this might be the Ye family’s last ti gathering their few elite disciples for the ancestral ritual. If they fail again...
The Ye family might truly vanish into history’s river forever.
When they set out, confidence wasn’t overwhelming, but there was still hope. Yet, as ti passed and the soul lamps in the Linglong Tower shattered one by one, hope dwindled swiftly.
Now, out of the thirty most outstanding young Ye family disciples, nearly all soul lamps had shattered, leaving only five.
Even the soul lamps of Ye Tanzhu and Ye Niang broke, aning two of the three most valued core disciples of the Ye family had perished during the ritual.
This was an undeniable, colossal blow to everyone present.
It could even be said to be a nightmarish blow.
Was this going to be another failure?
At the head, the faces of the two elders, Ye Zigeng and Ye Xueqing, were grim, full of sadness. Ye Ziming’s expression was just as bleak. With such losses, it seems this ritual might indeed be another failure.
Among the crowd below, the expressions of many Ye family disciples were filled with grief.
The selected Ye Clan Disciples were the most outstanding geniuses of this generation, yet now they’re nearly wiped out, many being close friends to those present.
"Is there still hope?" a Ye Clan disciple quietly transmitted to a familiar companion.
"Who knows, we’ve been ntally prepared for this, haven’t we?"
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