Chapter 976: Chapter 974: The Underage Emperor Son

I have witnessed prosperity, but also the waning of that prosperity.

I have seen seasons, but the seasons have already turned desolate.

I once crossed those mountains, always believing that beyond them lay a new world, yet what I saw was scorched earth.

What is an Emperor Son?

The life of an Emperor Son is shrouded in darkness.

Behind the Emperor Son is an abyss, ahead are interminable specks of dust, forming a fractured world.

Whether he moves forward or retreats, there is no path...

It’s very sad.

He is not Wen Yuqing, who possesses a steadfast determination unchanged over hundreds of thousands of years; indeed, he even feels Wen Yuqing is much luckier than him.

At least she can still see the faces of those from the past.

But he, Mo Lai, can see nothing anymore, and the Spirit Realm has changed dramatically, becoming a strange world; traces of his father have long faded from the lands and skies.

Who still remembers Lingyun?

Who even remembers him, the Emperor Son?

"I have been hurt, severely so, more than once, and death has come for me too in this way, yet I don’t know why I always survive..."

"Perhaps my father watches over me from the shadows, granting me luck."

"I tried to resist fate, but I failed."

"I once reached great heights, close to the Quasi-Emperor Realm, nearly verifying the Tao; they all said an Emperor Son couldn’t accomplish Tao Verification, which I didn’t believe..."

"But after that time, I believed."

"I failed in Tao Verification, covered in blood and nearly exhausted, almost close to falling." He said this, then suddenly laughed.

Yet this smile was filled with desolation and loneliness.

Witnessing, facing, and recalling are nightmares he can never shake off.

Mo Lai spoke: "Through the long years, my Dao heart has shattered countless times, only to be pieced back together again and again; now... I can’t even feel my heartbeat anymore, like a living dead. Perhaps, burying myself in the chaos will be my final resting place?"

He faintly sensed he was waiting for that kind of war.

When the Divine Clan arrives to kill, he will, as the Emperor Son, fight for the Human Clan one last time, regardless of victory or defeat.

An felt touched: "You’re so miserable."

Mo Lai lowered his eyes, remaining silent.

"You, the Emperor Son, are too miserable." An continued, puffing her cheeks.

"..."

"It’s alright, in this era, I’ll take you flying." An smiled: "I will become the most powerful Emperor Son in Human Clan history; I will sweep all my father’s enemies away, pacify all chaos for the Human Clan, and... you shouldn’t be too pessimistic. Humans can’t be like this."

Indeed!

Humans, how can they be pessimistic?

But?

As time passes, stories will sediment!

Gradually accumulating, ultimately crushing a powerful Emperor Son.

He once had an invincible belief.

Mo Lai sighed lightly again, smiling: "You’re still young."

An rolled her eyes: "An Emperor Son should not look down on another Emperor Son; it’s a major taboo."

Oh oh oh!

Mo Lai quickly corrected himself: "You’re really cute."

"Thank you for the compliment, they say the same." An’s smile was radiant: "By the way, do you think the imprint on the Investiture of the Gods will become unstable soon?"

"I only subdued it yesterday; it shouldn’t." He thought for a moment, answering.

Honestly, after chatting with An for a while, he suddenly felt his mood had improved, not so oppressive and pessimistic anymore.

Even his tone of voice changed unconsciously.

If Li Qi were here to ask him, he definitely wouldn’t say a word, thinking: "Can’t you see for yourself?"

"Then come with me; I’ll take you to do something big." An smiled.

"What?"

"Aren’t those Divine Clan quite arrogant? High and mighty, viewing the Human Clan as ants, thinking they can toy with us at will, hmph hmph..." An exuded an air of aged wisdom: "This Emperor Son is going to wage war on them, drive each Divine Clan member off the Heaven Martial Continent."

"..."

Mo Lai spat blood: "Have you come of age?"

An Emperor Son who hasn’t even matured is clamoring to fight the Divine Clan.

Is this even feasible?

It all seems so unreliable, even a touch bizarre.

An frowned: "Emperor Sons must trust Emperor Sons; we are on the same path. Come on!" Saying this, she tugged at Mo Lai’s clothes and forcibly dragged him away.

Not far away, Li Qi was astonished, shouting: "An, where are you going?"

An never looked back, her words returning: "Guard here first; I’m off to do something big."

Li Qi: "???"

It didn’t take long.

An brought Mo Lai back to the Wuji Sect; he thought the girl had reconsidered, but as it turned out... An merely returned to gather Lao Huang the ox.

Mo Lai looked at the ox, his heart racing; it felt stronger, and when its gaze shifted over, it always gave a sense of repressive illusion.

Ah!

In the end, he couldn’t refuse the girl, so be it! She wants to play, then let’s go!

With an Emperor Son who has lived countless years accompanying, presumably no major issues will arise.

If they can’t defeat the Divine Clan, he can always flee with An.

Thus, the two and a cow began their slow journey.

...

At this time!

In the Ministry of Works at the True Martial Dynasty’s resting place.

A few Divine Clan youths had recovered from their injuries, gathered together again, each with a gloomy expression and a cruel gleam in their eyes: "That little girl really is courting death."

"If I see her again, I will surely kill her," Wu Yiyang spoke coldly.

They seemed to have forgotten An’s strength, as well as her casually tossing them away.

Of course, there were still those who hadn’t forgotten.

Liu Muran squinted his eyes: "Bring the Divine Weapon, let’s make a trip to the Wuji Sect."

Heh heh!

Upon hearing this, Wu Yiyang immediately laughed: "Liu’s words resonate deeply; not avenging this insult is not the act of a gentleman. Last time, we were too arrogant, underestimated the enemy, but this time we will surely kill her, regardless of her background."

That girl indeed possessed some strength, but given the poverty of the Human Clan, if they brought the Divine Weapon, could they not suppress her instantly?

A young man standing nearby who hadn’t been to the Wuji Sect before, hearing their discussion, couldn’t help but say: "But? The master forbids us from causing trouble in the Human Clan!"

"Is this causing trouble?" Wu Yiyang raised an eyebrow: "This is a challenge among the young, hasn’t reached the level of causing trouble, right?"

"That’s right." Liu Muran agreed: "Alright, junior brother, you continue with your tasks!"

The young man reluctantly complied, unable to do anything else.

But just as they were preparing to leave, a message arrived; outside in the mountains, two people appeared, one was Chen Xiaoan.

Wu Yiyang, Liu Muran, and the others were taken aback by this news, then delighted, smirking coldly: "Hahaha... nice, nice, delivered right to the door."

They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with cruel intent.

The remaining Divine Clan strongmen were also surprised.

The Divine Clan not provoking the Human Clan was already a blessing to them, yet now, two humans had come here, how interesting...

Wu Yiyang, Liu Muran, and others strode out.

Outside the mountains.

Mo Lai sighed: "The most powerful Emperor Son in history, shouldn’t you reconsider?"

Chen Xiaoan raised her eyebrows: "Consider what?"

"We’re not ready to wage war against the Divine Clan yet." Mo Lai opened up.

"This Emperor Son has said, I’ll sweep them away, one by one." An was perched on Lao Huang’s back, full of momentum, like a top Human Clan powerhouse, about to war against the Divine Clan.

Mo Lai spat blood internally, thinking: "An Emperor Son who hasn’t even matured, just put down the baby bottle and already wants to battle the Divine Clan."