After Chen Gu heard Kong's words, a look of respect suddenly appeared on his face. If Kong is the object of Chen Gu's worship, then his biological father is the one whom Chen Gu respects the most and is his target.
But then Chen Gu shook his head and said: "Father, he has been in seclusion deep in the ancestral land since I was successfully born. He has never been out of seclusion. He only issued decrees for anything. So what step has father reached now?"
I don’t know either.”
"Each of the ten ferocious emperor beasts has a peak bloodline. Their innate conditions and creations are far beyond ordinary creatures. But when they reach that shackles, all living beings will become equal. Whether they can break through is no longer about the so-called bloodline.
The so-called qualifications are about cultivating your true self, chance, good fortune, and opportunity. None of them can be missing. They can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words."
"When you practice a path, no matter how high your starting point is, the creatures will suffer defeat, and the creatures with the lowest starting point will finally have hope. Before the great road, all living beings are equal."
Although it was just a faint shadow, there was a sense of truth flowing through Kong's words, and there was also a sense of boundless loneliness, which made Chengu stand in awe after hearing it, as if he had understood something.
"When you were resurrected in the past, I intercepted some of your flesh and blood. Today, I used it as the source to create a brand new Heavenly Demon of Rebellion. In a sense, he is your direct bloodline."
Kong's words suddenly made Chen Gu suddenly realize, and he understood immediately.
"So that's it! I understand, no wonder I have blood induction. Only you, my benefactor, have such great means to do this. That human monk, he is your... descendant?"
The ancient cross-shaped dark gold pupils reflected Ye Wuque, who was tied to a bronze pillar at the top of the heavens and worlds, and asked like this.
As the Immortal King, Chen Gu just didn't pay attention before, but now he took a closer look and could already see how extraordinary Ye Wuque was!
"That's right..."
Kong spoke lightly, with no hint of sadness or joy, but his tone revealed a hint of inexplicability, as if he was missing something.
"The bloodline in this child's body is extremely extraordinary, but it has been sealed! What a great feat! It turned out to be a seal set with the corpse of the Immortal King as its origin! No! This aura settled deep in the soul and flesh and blood is too
It’s unique, could it be..."
Chengu's cross-shaped pupils burst out with intense light. Chengu carefully examined Ye Wuque, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was instantly moved!
"If he is really of that clan's bloodline, how come this son is in such a weak realm? Perhaps this is the handiwork of his benefactor?"
After some investigation, Chen Gu thought to himself, his eyes surging, and he was shocked, but he did not ask.
Because Chengu knew that if he was the one who knew, his benefactor would definitely tell him. If the benefactor didn't tell him, he wouldn't talk too much.
But Chen Gu stared at Ye Wuque, and another thought came to his mind.
Since this son is the descendant of his benefactor and comes from that clan, if there is a chance, he can get close to him.
Immediately, Chen Gu thought of his unborn parent and child, and a faint smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.
"Benefactor, since it is your handiwork, Chen Gu will no longer bother me. When I go back and report today's events to my father, he will definitely be very happy. If my benefactor is free at any time, he is willing to come to my lineage of Tianyao, Chen Gu.
Gu Bing will definitely sweep the couch to welcome you!"
After saying that, Chen Gu once again cupped his fists in the air and bowed deeply!
Immediately after Chen Gu once again took a deep look at Ye Wuque on the top of the world, he left.
The demon is extremely fast and disappears in an instant!
It was as if the ancient capital had never appeared from beginning to end.
This extra-dimensional space has regained its eternal silence, with only that faint shadow standing alone, as if looking up at the sky, and no one can know its loneliness.
On the top of the heavens and the world, a bronze pillar stands between heaven and earth, with a human figure tied to it, it is Ye Wuque.
At this moment, Ye Wuque looked... miserable!
There are no birds chirping and flowers fragrant in this world, only the scorching sunshine, the howling and biting wind, and the surging rainstorm.
The evil of spring, the heat of summer, the resentment of autumn, and the cruelty of winter!
There are four seasons, but Ye Wuque can only feel the most hurtful side of the four seasons.
At this time, he has been tied to the bronze pillar for more than ten years. After experiencing the wind and sun, the four seasons, year after year, he has been tortured into a human form!
Even people who are familiar with Ye Wuque would not recognize him at all when they see him now!
The originally thick black hair has now become gray on the temples, and the hair is dry and decayed, without a little bit of luster, and it is stained with countless dust, just like the spirit.
The fair and handsome face has long been corroded by the years and wind and rain. Now Ye Wuque is skinny and skinny, with sunken eye sockets, dead skin sticking tightly to his face, and lips that are chapped and bloody, but they are cracked due to constant repetition.
, has already formed a bloody scab.
The black iron chains that tied him to the bronze pillar had long grown together with his flesh. They were indistinguishable from each other. As long as Ye Wuque moved slightly, the iron chains that had grown into his flesh would begin to tear, and in an instant, his flesh and blood would become blurred.
The kind of severe pain, life is worse than death.
Now Ye Wuque is like a death row prisoner who is about to die at any time. His cultivation and powerful body have long since disappeared. His whole body has been tortured to such a miserable state, and it has only just begun. There are still nine
It will take more than a hundred years.
In the past ten years, Ye Wuque has repeatedly asked himself whether he can persevere. The answers he got varied from initial determination to hesitation, then to doubt, and finally to resignation and numbness. Now he is on the verge of despair and collapse.
The wind blows and the sun shines, and the four seasons reincarnate.
These eight words seemed plain and ordinary, nothing remarkable, but after actually experiencing it, Ye Wuque realized how terrifying it was!