358: Chapter 357: The Wrath of Yu Ding 358: Chapter 357: The Wrath of Yu Ding Silence, a dead silence.
Yang Jian had died, his soul scattered, right in front of Yu Ding, causing an unspeakable terror to silently spread across Heaven and Earth.
Whether it was the Chan Sect immortals, or Zhao Gongming’s-led Jie Sect immortals, all were utterly silent at the mont, looking at Ye Xuan with eyes filled with indescribable horror.
Had he gone mad?
Or was he seeking death?
Did Ye Xuan not know that Yu Ding was a Daluo Golden Immortal?
How dared he kill Yang Jian?
Did Ye Xuan not know that Yang Jian was the only disciple of Yu Ding?
Was Ye Xuan not afraid that Yu Ding, furious, would seek vengeance for Yang Jian?
The wrath of a Daluo Golden Immortal is unbearable for anyone; if targeted by such a character, death is the only final outco.
Ye Xuan knew it all, he was fully aware of the consequences of killing Yang Jian, yet he had to make sure Yang Jian died, even if a Daluo Golden Immortal could not alter his resolution.
Not to ntion that Yang Jian knew he ca from the Human World; if this news spread throughout the Three Realms, Ye Xuan would face unforeseeable dangers.
Besides, the grievances between them had already reached a point of no return.
Ye Xuan was a simple man, and he always believed in a saying, “If you strike at a snake, strike to kill, lest you bring disaster upon yourself.” Had he spared Yang Jian today, the latter would undoubtedly stab him in the back tomorrow—Ye Xuan was not foolish enough to allow that.
“If you don’t eradicate the roots when cutting weeds, they’ll grow back with the spring winds”—this was a saying Ye Xuan firmly believed, so Yang Jian had to die, even if it ant risking being annihilated by Yu Ding.
The world was bleak, all life silent.
In the vast heavenly vault, space seed frozen; Yu Ding stood, staring blankly as Yang Jian’s Primordial Spirit vanished without a trace, his body trembling slightly, while a hint of mist appeared in his red-rimd eyes.
A tear rolled down his cheek, Yu Ding’s thoughts adrift, ancient mories resurfacing in his mind, as if taking him back to that distant past.
How long had it been?
Hundreds of thousands of years, perhaps?
Yu Ding could not rember exactly, but he rembered that in that distant past, a boy had crossed mountains and rivers, kneeling outside the Jin Xia Cave, enduring wind and rain undaunted.
He was the Jade Emperor’s nephew, his mother was the Saint Mother of Tao Mountain; he kneeled outside Jin Xia Cave, pleading earnestly for him to take him as a disciple, and this kneeling lasted seven days and nights.
Back then, Yang Jian was still a youth.
By the dawn of the eighth day, the youth had finally fainted outside the Jin Xia Cave, having not taken a sip of water in seven days, bringing him to the brink of death.
Perhaps moved by the youth’s piety, or perhaps touched by his indomitable will, he finally accepted the young man as his disciple.
Yang Erlang, that was the young man’s na, and he was Yu Ding’s only disciple in this world.
In terms of talent, he was peerless; his potential was unmatched in ancient and modern tis.
Whatever Immortal Technique or Cultivation Technique he passed down, the youth could understand it extrely quickly.
Enduring hardships and cultivating selflessly, in the Jin Xia Cave of Jade Spring Mountain, an old man and a young boy relied on each other, allowing Yu Ding to experience a joy of family bond he had never known before.
The youth grew up day by day, becoming a dashing young man with extraordinary Divine Skills.
Although not his own child, he was no less dear than one.
That year, the young man bid farewell to himself, saying he was going to save his mother.
On the sa day as the master-disciple farewell, he bestowed upon the young man the na “Yang Jian,” and the two parted ways at Golden Dawn Cave.
Though reluctant to part, Naihe, the disciple had ultimately grown up.
It was also that year when a youth nad Yang Jian boldly appeared in the Three Realms.
With a single strike, he split Tao Mountain to rescue his mother.
Pursued by Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, he defeated the Group of Immortals in the Heavenly Vault and shook the Three Realms with one battle.
The young man never brought him disgrace, continuing until the Battle of Godly Ascension began.
The once-young man transford into the War God of the Three Realms, his countless feats during the Battle of Godly Ascension unknown, and only then did all beings of the Three Realms recognize that Yang Jian was his disciple, Yu Ding.
The first among the third generation of the Chan Sect, the Three Realms War God, True Monarch Yang Erlang, the Law Enforcent God of Heavenly Court—these were all titles conferred upon Yang Jian, letting all beings in the Three Realms know that although Master Yu Ding, without striving or contending, ranked last among the Ancient Twelve Golden Immortals, he had nevertheless nurtured the foremost being below a Daluo Golden Immortal.
Sharing in his glory, as if he were my own son.
Not by blood, but no less dear!
Among the Ancient Twelve Golden Immortals, Master Yu Ding was not well-known, always an extrely amiable good person who seldom conflicted with others, even friendly and approachable to the younger generation.
Yet Yang Jian was his disciple, whom he regarded as his own son.
When he saw Yang Jian’s soul scattering before him, tears slowly stread down from his eyes, and his Divine Soul felt as if it were being continuously sliced by a cold blade, making it sowhat difficult for him to breathe.
Gazing silently at the sky, unmoved by the shaking earth.
Master Yu Ding stood blankly in the void, clutching tightly at his chest, while the surrounding Daluo Immortal Light faintly shimred.
Woosh!
The wind rose, not loud, yet carrying a whisper of indescribable silent annihilation.
Boom!
Thunder bood, red lightning flickered in and out of existence in the Heavenly Vault, the endless heavens beginning to collapse, with an aura of Silent Annihilation echoing throughout the surrounding Heaven and Earth.
“People always say that I am a kind person, the good old man among the Daluo Golden Immortals.
Today, as Erlang’s soul scatters, I, as his master, am unable to save his life.”
Master Yu Ding gave a sorrowful, bitter smile as the heavens and earth around him gradually darkened, with Eternal Tis seeming to twist at that mont.
“Ye Xuan!”
Suddenly, Master Yu Ding’s serene face was no more, his expression slowly contorting until it twisted into sothing ferocious, his fists clenched tight, veins bulging, his gaze at Ye Xuan filled with deep, overwhelming murderous intent.
“No matter if you are the protagonist of this boundless calamity of Heaven and Earth, today, even if my master punishes , I will take your wretched life.”
His silver hair wildly dancing in the wind, the sky thundering furiously, that exceptional Daluo Immortal Light illuminating both ancient and modern.
As Master Yu Ding’s voice fell, a thousand mountains collapsed with a thunderous crash.
Daluo’s fury overturns heaven and earth, not just re words, but a testant to the terrifying extent of a Daluo Golden Immortal’s wrath.
“Emperor, run!”
Zhao Gongming’s face was pale as he yelled to Ye Xuan because he had never seen Master Yu Ding in such a terrifying state.
This was clearly aid to obliterate Ye Xuan’s Divine Soul and deny him eternal peace.
“Master Yu Ding is furious, run!”
Hearing this, the Grand Preceptor turned pale, not daring to hesitate for a second, he called on the Chan Sect Group of Immortals to lead a hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers frantically fleeing to the outside world.
And it was not just the Chan Sect lineage fleeing in panic.
Jie Sect lineage also escaped madly, dozens of Demon Kings were retreating as well.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to help Ye Xuan, but when a Daluo Golden Immortal was enraged, death was certain.
Even if they stood with Ye Xuan, it would only an dying in vain.
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