Chapter 1381: Chapter 530: Return to the Clan

After slaughtering the remnants of the Fallen God, Xu Xuan opened eight space channels in succession to accommodate the passage of the gods.

Moments later, near the Long Night Corridor, and even at other secondary entrances to the Ghost Lamp Abyss, the surging army of fallen soldiers met their doom.

"Let’s go, return to the clan."

Ye Hanjun called out to Ye Liuying, Ye Yin, and Ye Dong.

Under the peculiar gazes of Ye Qiyu, Ye Nishang, Ye Wen Fei, and other Death Sect leaders, he took the lead in entering the Ghost Lamp Abyss.

"Ancestor Ye!"

"Cold Monarch Ancestor!"

Upon arriving above Without-Sun City, and glancing at the Blood Witch Divine King from afar, Ye Hanjun heard earth-shaking cheers.

Sweeping his gaze into the city, he saw almost everyone kneeling on the ground, from young boys and girls to elderly folks, all with reddened faces, half-crazy and half-mad.

"Ancestor, do you know how we’ve endured these ten thousand years?!"

"Worried from the outside, anxious from within, we burned the midnight oil, never daring to slack!"

An elder of the Ye Clan, with red eyes, half excited, half forlorn:

"With such unity and hard work, we’ve been striving to build our homeland!"

"In these ten thousand years, among millions of Ghost Lamp beings, only one Blood Witch Divine King emerged—a truly tearful and joyful outcome!"

"But! When the gate first opened, seeing the chaos of demons, we could only cry in desperation, deeply distressed!"

"It was you! You appeared like the dawn, becoming our savior, rescuing the people!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Everyone in the Ghost Lamp is full of gratitude!"

"In the future, under your leadership, the Ye Clan will become the strongest in the heavens, with no enemies daring to offend us!"

"Roar! Mighty Ancestor! Strongest in the heavens!!"

Burly men, graceful ladies, skinny elders, young children... amid the sea of people, their cheers rolled in, echoing to the heavens.

Ye Hanjun took a deep breath, under the gaze of the masses, with a faint smile on his face.

Yet he remained on edge, like a floating stone, not daring to truly settle.

The Ghost Lamp Abyss—perhaps the only place, where no All Gods Reflection was seen.

They thought the Fallen God army was completely annihilated, that the dust had settled.

Little did they know, a greater threat still loomed ahead; without overcoming it, all beings couldn’t escape their fate of death.

"Ye Clan of Ghost Lamp, Ye Hanjun, return to the clan today."

Ye Hanjun suppressed his chaotic thoughts, contained his divine energy, and led a large group into Without-Sun City with great momentum.

He did not use space magic to traverse distances but stepped towards the central altar from the outer city gate, one step at a time.

Along the way, all kneeling humans and Fond Spirits were lifted by a strong wind, eventually standing in two rows, blushing and watching them with reverence.

"After yearning for a million years, finally home..."

Ye Buyi, walking near the front of the group, looked around the streetscape and sighed deeply:

"On that hurried day of departure, I only remember the ruins, corpses, and smoke everywhere."

"In the blink of an eye, the city is completely renewed."

"Many places have changed so much that it’s hard to tell their purpose... Ha, why does this familiar yet strange feeling make me want to cry?"

"Cry if you must, who says men don’t cry? It’s just a matter of hitting the sorrowful place!"

Ye Aobai, holding a jug of wine, drank heartily while pouring, the fragrant aroma pervading the air:

"With this wine, I commemorate those clansmen who died in foreign lands."

"May you, in your next life, descend to hell, be reborn, and become family of the Ye Clan again!"

"Grandfather, I want to toast too!"

A lively girl, wiping the blood off her cheeks, grabbed another jug of wine from Ye Aobai’s back, pouring and praying:

"Grandpa, Grandma!"

"Grandpa, Grandma!"

"Father, Mother!"

"You don’t need to worry, little Chan has survived!"

"Today we return to the clan, recognize our ancestors, and all of you in the netherworld know, there’s no need for concern!"

Saying this, the girl sweetly smiled, her curved eyes like the moon, very endearing.

"With this wine, remember the friends who died unfortunate deaths on this path."

Ye Lingwu raised a cup of Seven-Colored Glaze Wine, then poured another, closed her eyes, and drank it all.

"Brother Mochou, your little sister toasts you once more."

Ye Wen Fei took out a jug of Ice Soul Wine, filled it, and poured it sincerely.

...

An hour later.

A large group of people settled at the central altar.

The children born outside, who had always heard about the clan secondhand, stood in the back row, carefully observing the surroundings in their way.

At the front of the group, Ye Hanjun carefully looked at Ye Ying, Ye Qiangwei, Ye Shu, and Night Roufeng, nodding gently to show respect.

"Huh, old man, you’re still alive?"

Fly Moon glanced at Ye Tianming and muttered:

"Good thing you’re not dead, saves me from digging up your grave; it’s more dignified this way."

"Hmm?"

Ye Tianming looked over at the sound, his suspicious gaze fixed on Fly Moon, first in realization, then blowing his beard in a huff:

"You little thing, your wings have hardened?"

"Think being a demigod is amazing? Try becoming a Divine being if you can!"

"It’s just a matter of time."

Fly Moon hugged his head, pouted:

"But you, don’t die too quickly."

"Otherwise, when I become a Demon God, you’ll have missed out on all the benefits, isn’t that a loss?"

"Hmph! I could have lived another hundred or eighty years, but your provocation left me with just one breath!"

Ye Tianming retorted, wanting to teach Fly Moon a lesson on respecting elders if not for the crowd around.

"Hey, are you Mu Shoucong?"

Bertnar stood beside the Blood Witch Divine King, staring at Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying for a while, finally noticing the fiery big scallion behind them making faces at him.

"Prince, it’s Xiaocong!"

Lieyang Mushoucong shook the red scallion on top of his head, raising his eyebrows with pride: