Checking in for 100,000 Years-Chapter 886: Thirteenth Ancestor
Thirteen Generations Ancestor.
Although it was just a brief four-character phrase, it stirred up turbulent waves in Ye Yun’s heart.
The number thirteen naturally corresponds to Ye Yun, the thirteenth Sect Master of the Dragon God Sect.
The red-clothed woman called Ye Yun "Thirteen Generations Ancestor," without a doubt, she must be a disciple from the future generations of the Dragon God Sect.
One hundred thousand years ago.
A terrifying catastrophe descended upon the Dragon God Sect, claiming the lives of countless disciples on the spot.
A small number survived.
Of course.
In the face of that one-sided massacre, the disciples who managed to survive were all poisoned by the Black Ming Divine Spider, enduring years of hardship, and eventually transforming into replicas of the Black Ming Divine Spider.
Just like the Ninth Junior Sister, Gu Anran.
But one thing is certain.
During Ye Yun’s time leading the Dragon God Sect, the disciples in the sect had only reached the fourteenth generation.
There was no fifteenth generation.
This red-clothed woman here called him Thirteen Generations Ancestor, meaning at the very least, she must be three generations apart.
At least the sixteenth generation.
How could disciples from the sixteenth generation and beyond recognize him?
What exactly is the identity of this red-clothed woman?
At this moment, Ye Yun’s mind was swirling with complex thoughts.
"Which generation of disciple are you... from the Dragon God Sect?"
Ye Yun took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the woman’s grotesque face, and asked calmly.
The red-clothed woman, with her hair disheveled and her expression ferocious, resembled nothing like a normal cultivator.
"Jie jie!"
The red-clothed woman suddenly threw her head back in laughter, her expression becoming enthralled once more, muttering some indistinct words.
Ye Yun frowned.
Judging by her current behavior, the red-clothed woman was already mentally deranged.
"Can you understand human speech?"
Ye Yun patiently asked once more, calmly.
The red-clothed woman continued her eerie laughter.
If her body hadn’t been restrained by Ye Yun, who knows how much she would be laughing.
Suddenly, Ye Yun loosened his grip.
Whoosh!
The red-clothed woman instantly transformed into a red beam and floated into the distance.
Clack!
She extended her blood-red tongue, licking the blood at the corner of her mouth, with a sinister gaze cast towards Ye Yun in the distance.
"Jie jie jie!"
The red-clothed woman again laughed eerily, disappearing abruptly from sight.
The next moment.
She appeared behind Ye Yun, spreading her limbs like a soft spirit snake, entwining him like lightning.
"Truly insane, calling me the Thirteen Generations Ancestor one moment, then launching an attack the next, is she trying to rebel against her ancestor?"
Ye Yun raised an eyebrow.
As fast as the red-clothed woman was, she was only at the half-step Divine Monarch Realm.
The difference between her and Ye Yun was like heaven and earth.
Ye Yun did not move, yet a mysterious force descended behind him.
The red-clothed woman was suddenly suspended in mid-air, arms and legs spread like an octopus, appearing ridiculously comical.
However.
With her tangled hair and ferocious expression, the red-clothed woman’s posture seemed even more sinister and terrifying.
Ye Yun turned and slowly walked towards the woman.
The two were separated by less than a foot.
"Do you truly... recognize me?"
Ye Yun asked calmly.
"Jie jie..." The red-clothed woman, her eyes chaotic, laughed eerily again, her voice sounding like a nocturnal owl.
She seemed to have no reaction to Ye Yun’s words.
Ye Yun was about to take action to examine the red-clothed woman’s mind, when her laughter suddenly ceased.
"Thirteen Generations Ancestor, you are the deceased Thirteen Generations Ancestor..."
The red-clothed woman’s expression froze, murmuring to herself.
Hearing the woman’s mumbling again, Ye Yun’s expression instantly grew heavy.
The red-clothed woman’s words revealed much information.
Without a doubt.
She must be a descendant of the Dragon God Sect, perhaps recognizing him through some means, such as seeing his portrait.
In the later records of the Dragon God Sect, future disciples naturally knew that as the thirteenth Sect Master, he had fallen before the sect catastrophe occurred.
"That’s correct, I am Ye Yun."
Ye Yun raised an eyebrow slightly, responding indifferently.
"Thirteen Generations Ancestor, you’ve been dead for so many years, how can I see you alive? Could it be that I am also dead?"
The red-clothed woman stared at Ye Yun’s handsome face, suddenly breaking into tears, crying hysterically.
"Jie jie... didn’t I die once before? Why didn’t I see the Thirteen Generations Ancestor then?"
The red-clothed woman sobbed and laughed, her mind muddled, speaking in a strange voice.
Hearing these contradictory words, Ye Yun frowned deeply.
This disciple of the Dragon God Sect’s later generations must have suffered immense mental torment, hence the current condition.
The proud Five Emperors had their hearts and brains dug out just a moment ago, dying miserably, showing that her psyche was no better than a wild dog gone mad.
Thinking of this, Ye Yun took out the Eight Treasures Liuli Bottle.
Though the Five Emperors had died, it had just happened.
There was still hope for salvation.
Naturally, Ye Yun wouldn’t let the Five Emperors perish completely.
After all, the Five Emperors are current disciples of the Dragon God Sect.
Five drops of Three Lights Divine Water whizzed out, falling in five different directions.
The Three Lights Divine Water entered the blood-soaked corpses, and within less than a second, immense changes swept through the five bodies.
The wounds were healing...
The hearts and brains were rebuilding...
Even the Primordial Spirits were summoned back with some peculiar force.
This was the Three Lights Divine Water.
In the ancient Primordial World, it was the first sacred healing medicine owned only by the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign of the Three Purities.
In the span of a few breaths, the Five Emperors were fully restored, all opening their eyes and leaping from the ground.
"How... am I alive?"
Demon Emperor Kuzhu felt his intact back of the head, bewildered.
He clearly remembered, a sudden blow to his brain, and in a split second, his entire brain and Primordial Spirit were devoured by that skeleton.
"Haha, it turns out the Old Master is here, no wonder we revived!"
After opening his eyes, Qingyue Demon Emperor saw the familiar white figure and suddenly grinned, deeply joyous.
"Thank you, Old Master, for saving our lives!"
Emperor Heimang bowed, his eyes filled with joy from surviving a calamity.
"Thank you, Old Master!"
The other four emperors also came forward and bowed.
"I didn’t expect to be a bit late, and you five died horribly in Thousand Desolate Ridge..."
Ye Yun chuckled.
Upon hearing this, the Five Emperors felt slightly embarrassed.
"Old Master, this red-clothed demoness is truly formidable. She created a mental attack that lured us into the mountain valley, and then unexpectedly killed Demon Emperor Kuzhu..."
Emperor Heimang slowly recounted the entire process.
"I see."
Ye Yun nodded silently, but the look he cast towards the red-clothed woman carried a hint of confusion.
Without a doubt.
Judging by the red-clothed woman’s recent techniques, they were not from the Dragon God Sect.
"Old Master, since the red-clothed demoness has been subdued, do hurry and kill her, she’s truly terrifying!"
Demon Emperor Kuzhu spoke with lingering fear.
"Indeed terrifying, remembering her holding our hearts, chewing crazily, with blood everywhere, I feel a kind of indescribable horror..."
Qingyue Demon Emperor sighed.
"Old Master, this demoness might be a bizarre creature formed from the deceased Divine Will, she must not be spared!"
Emperor Heimang added solemnly.
"I have my own discretion."
After hearing the Five Emperors’ words, Ye Yun was very calm, softly saying, "She cannot die..."
Cannot die?
Upon hearing the Old Master’s words, the Five Emperors were shocked, speechless and stunned.
