Chapter 559: Solve The Problem At Its Root
Floating in the expanse of stars was the bloody head of the Ancestral Dragon, and surrounding it were its scattered remains. There was also a strong metallic taste of blood in the air.
The scene stunned Ye Guan and White Skirt Destiny.
The Ancestral Dragon had been beheaded!
They exchanged a shocked glance, both unable to think of anyone who could have done this.
Ao Qianqian soon appeared. Seeing the Ancestral Dragon's corpse, she frowned deeply.
At the same time, the eyes of his severed head slowly opened.
"Senior," Ye Guan quickly greeted.
Looking at Ye Guan and Ao Qianqian, the Ancestral Dragons said softly, "You're both here."
"Senior, what happened here?" Ye Guan quietly asked.
"Temple of the Gods."
"Why did they target you?"
The Ancestral Dragon looked at Ye Guan. However, before it could reply, it sensed something. Almost at the same time as it narrowed its eyes, its head exploded, sending parts of its brain flying in all directions. Its soul was completely destroyed!
Ye Guan's expression drastically darkened. Turning to his right, he found a mysterious person in a red cloak standing thousands of meters away.
White Skirt Destiny narrowed her eyes at the mysterious figure.
Staring right back at Ye Guan, the man tightened his right fist.
Ka-cha!
The spacetime all around Ye Guan instantly split open. A silent yet fierce slash from a blood blade rushed toward Ye Guan. In response, White Destiny stood in front of him and thrust her sword forward.
Clang!
The blood blade was knocked away.
"He's from the Temple of the Gods," she said.
The mysterious figure smirked coldly. He then turned into an illusion.
"Can you stop him?" Ye Guan asked.
She nodded. "Yes."
She waved her sleeve, sending out her Transcendence Sword. Soon after, it transformed into a cage, imprisoning her opponent.
Frowning, the mysterious figure tightly clenched his right fist again, causing a powerful force to erupt from within him.
Boom!
The sword cage created by White Skirt Destiny violently rattled. However, the cloaked man failed to break free from it.
Thousands of meters away to the right of the cloaked mysterious figure, spacetime suddenly ruptured. From within it slowly walked out a man in white robes. He lightly waved the white bone fan in his hand.
Boom!
The attack knocked away White Skirt Destiny's Transcendence Sword. She opened her hand and recalled the sword, making it fly back into her grip.
Ye Guan and White Skirt Destiny looked at the white-robed man as he faintly smiled. "White Skirt Destiny."
White Skirt Destiny frowned. The white-robed man continued, "Do not be surprised. We naturally had to investigate who you were."
"Are you from the Temple of the Gods?" Ye Guan asked.
"Yes," the man answered.
"I don't remember there being any grievances between us."
"Young Lord Ye, your beliefs differ from ours."
Ye Guan fell silent. The Temple of the Gods was clearly siding with the Evil Dao.
The white-robed man lightly waved his fan. "I have to admit that you have caught us by surprise. We did not expect your allies to be so immensely powerful. It truly caught us off guard."
Ye Guan replied, "Are you changing your approach now, then?"
"It was mentioned in the records that you are extremely intelligent. It seems they are right."
"The Ancestral Dragon was not on my side. Why did you kill it?"
"Because it not only refused to submit to the Temple of the Gods but even looked down on us."
Ye Guan was rendered speechless. The white-robed man suddenly turned his head to glance at something. With a frown, he said, "We will meet again, Young Lord Ye."
He and the cloaked figure disappeared.
Ye Guan frowned. He knew nothing about the Temple of the Gods.
Reaching a realization, Ye Guan looked sideways at Ao Qianqian, who was staring at the Ancestral Dragon's corpse with a melancholic expression.
He sighed and held her hand tightly to comfort her. The Ancestral Dragon was like a mentor to her. Witnessing its demise must be weighing heavily on her heart.
"They may be trying to subjugate all of the Ancestral Beasts in this world," White Skirt Destiny said.
Ye Guan was about to say something when the spacetime in front of him slightly quivered. His expression soon turned grim.
"What is it?" asked White Skirt Destiny.
Ye Guan replied, "Mother just sent word. The powerful figures from the Past Clan and the Gui Clan have retreated."
"Retreated?"
"Yes. All of them. They must be hatching a new plan."
After a moment of silence, she concluded, "Let's not worry about them for now. We have to prioritize quickly shaping your Mortal Body."
"But..."
"I refuse to believe that the Temple of the Gods can make all the Ancestral Beasts submit to them."
"Can Erya help me?"
Erya was a demonic beast too—an incredibly powerful one.
White Skirt Destiny shook her head. "No."
"Why not?"
"Erya's bloodline is strong and shares the same origin as yours. Letting her enter your body will just help your Mad Demon Bloodline suppress your Mortal Bloodline. How would that help us shape your Mortal Body?"
After a brief pause, she then asked, "Can you get your Phoenix Emperor Bloodline to help your Mortal Bloodline?"
Ye Guan shook his head.
"Why not?"
"The Phoenix Emperor Bloodline does not intervene in such things."
Every time the Mad Demon Bloodline and the Mortal Bloodline clashed, the Phoenix Emperor Bloodline just sat on the sidelines and watched quietly. Perhaps it was trying to profit from their fights.
Eventually, he realized that the Phoenix Emperor Bloodline had become much stronger, but he had no idea how it happened.
"Let's go to the Ancestral Demon World and see if we can find some powerful beasts," White Skirt Destiny said. "We can borrow their bloodline power to shape your Mortal Body."
Ye Guan nodded. "Okay."
Their priority was to shape his Mortal Body, which he eagerly anticipated as well. White Skirt Destiny brought him back into the Time River and led the way to the Ancestral Demon World.
On the way there, Ye Guan asked, "Aunt, how do you think the Temple of the Gods will target me next?"
White Skirt Destiny shook her head. "I don't know."
Ye Guan quieted down. His intuition was telling him that the Temple of the Gods was up to something big.
...
Realm of the Gods.
The Realm of the Gods was located at the far end of the known Time River. Within this realm existed tens of thousands of worlds, both large and small. It was like an independent universe on its own.
This place was quite special. Many years ago, the Gods had forcibly separated it from the Time River. Hence, it could be said that it no longer belonged to the Time River. Hence, although no longer a part of the past, it was still a part of the present.
The Gods here were not mere idols or decorations. As long as one showed their sincerity, their prayers could be answered. Hence, in front of the Temple of the Gods, countless devout individuals came to kneel and pray every day.
The square in front of the Temple of the Gods could accommodate millions of people, yet it was crowded every day! Fortunately, the Realm of the Gods had at least tens of millions of temples like these.
Within the main hall of the temple were five statues, four males and one female. They all exuded a majestic and solemn aura that made people hesitate to look directly at them.
An elderly man dressed in divine robes was sitting in that hall, holding a scepter and reading a divine scripture. Soon, a middle-aged man enveloped in a graceful and refined aura entered the hall. He was wearing a white robe and had a white bone fan in his hand.
He bowed to the elderly man in divine robes and respectfully greeted him. "Temple Master."
The Temple Master was the representative of the Gods in the mortal realm, making him the most authoritative figure and undoubtedly the most powerful being in the Realm of the Gods.
"Is it dead?" the Temple Master asked.
The white-robed man nodded. "The Ancestral Dragon refused to submit."
The Temple Master's eyes were filled with sympathy. "The Gods are kind and merciful, bestowing grace upon the world, yet it refused to accept them... Ah, ignorance. Did you at least obtain its Dragon Pill?"
The middle-aged man nodded and opened his palm, revealing a fist-sized pill. It slowly floated before the Temple Master.
Gazing at the pill, the Temple Master's eyes flashed with pity. "Bishop Yuan, as you know, I wanted to let it come into the embrace of the Gods. I never intended to kill it."
"I met Ye Guan."
"How was he?"
"Even among the younger generations in the Realm of the Gods, he is unmatched."
"Such a talent should be brought into our temple, under the protection of the Gods..."
Getting Ye Guan to join the Temple of the Gods?
"That might be difficult." Bishop Yuan replied.
The Temple Master sighed. "Such is the great ignorance of the people. We must work harder to educate them. That way, they'll join our temple and receive the protection of the Gods much sooner."
"The reason the Past Clan repeatedly failed in the past was that they targeted the wrong individuals. We should not focus on Ye Guan. He is so fearless because of the powerful swordsmen supporting him. As long as they are alive, Ye Guan will never die. Hence, my suggestion is to target them first."
He lightly waved his fan as he added, "Kill the king before killing the thieves. Let's launch a divine war against those swordsmen, eradicate them in one fell swoop, and solve the problem at its root."
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