"Is that so?" Bei Chenyong slowly rose, his face as solemn as water. His voice seemed to echo from the depths of the underworld, devoid of any emotion, ice-cold to the extreme. Standing up with hands behind his back, he looked down on Bei Chenheng.
"Imperial son, you should understand that everything you have today is given by me… What I give you is yours, and what I don't give, you cannot take!"
"Boom!" As the words fell, the heavens and earth trembled, lightning flickered, and within a thousand yards around the palace, it turned into a sea of thunder, with lightning flashing in all directions. Bei Chenyong stood above the thunder sea, like a thunder god reincarnated.
Do not gaze directly!
Do not profane!
"Everything you did today has crossed my bottom line. It's time for me to take back everything I gave you!"
"When did Imperial father ever have a bottom line?" Bei Chenheng's lips curled up, a mocking smile. He indifferently said, "What Imperial father gave doesn't need to be personally taken back. Today, I'll return everything to you!"
"You are seeking your own death!" Bei Chenyong's eyes chilled. How many years had it been? Thousands of years had passed, and it had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him like this. The last person who did so was probably his sixth son.
"Those who provoke me will ultimately face eternal damnation, even if it's my son, there will be no exception."
"I'd like to give it a try." Bei Chenheng chuckled.
"Hum!" A light hum sounded. In the field, Bei Chenheng's breath reversed, a majestic True Qi spreading in all directions. His aura began to rapidly decline.
Holy Lord Realm! Heavenly Phenomena Realm! Heaven Transformation Realm!
…
"You dare!" Bei Chenyong roared. His aged face almost twisted together, his white hair flying, extremely terrifying. He looked like an enraged lion, blocking out the sky.
From the steps, he rushed down, intending to stop everything.
No calculations had anticipated that Bei Chenheng would dare to abolish his cultivation!
If Bei Chenheng abolishes his own cultivation, what will he do? At present, he was just a step away from the Saint Realm. Devouring Bei Chenheng's cultivation gives him an eight-fold chance of becoming a Saint! Eight-fold!
This was practically a certainty for becoming a Saint! Now, with Bei Chenheng abolishing his own cultivation, not only does he become useless, but Bei Chenyoung's hope of becoming a Saint was also cut off. Coupled with his advanced age, even if he take longevity pills, he can't persist for long.
There's no time left to find another genius and cultivate them to the Holy Lord level, and geniuses weren't easy to come by. It took more than a thousand years just to cultivate Bei Chenheng! How much resources and effort went into it? Bei Chenheng's current actions not only shattered his plans of a millennium but also dragged him into a path of inevitable doom!
"Boom!"
The last trace of breath dissipated. Bei Chenheng transformed from a middle-aged man into an old figure, with white hair, wrinkles covering his face, a hunched figure trembling as he stood in place. Without cultivation, his life was like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. He looked even older than Bei Chenyong.
In this desperate situation, knowing that life had come to an end, Bei Chenheng remained unconcerned. He looked at his infuriated father, chuckling lightly.
"Hehe! Hahaha!!!" From a light chuckle, it turned into maniacal laughter, echoing for miles around. "Imperial father, how does it feel?"
A thousand years of pent-up frustration was vented at once. Watching each elder brother step into the palace below his feet, disappearing in the end, today he helped them fulfill a long-cherished wish! Losing the most crucial link himself, Imperial father's dream of becoming a Saint was doomed to remain unfulfilled!
His purpose in coming here today was to make Imperial father helplessly witness as his hope for becoming a Saint slowly slipped away, no matter how hard he tried to reverse the situation. This despair was something his eight elder brothers and he had experienced in the past. Today, Imperial father should also experience it.
"Evil Son!!!" Bei Chenyong could no longer contain his anger. A divine and demonic aura emanated from him, making him seem like a volcano erupting, with spiritual energy piercing through the sky. The ground beneath his feet violently shook, cracking open terrifying fissures.
This scene was too frightening, sending shivers down one's spine. At this moment, Bei Chenyong seemed like a madman. He had lost everything in the span of a single day. All his meticulous plans over a thousand years were now in vain. The instigator of all this was the rebellious son standing before him. Even if it was his own son, cutting off his chance at becoming a Saint had turned him into an outright enemy. His soul must be shattered, condemned to an eternal abyss.
"Die!!!" Bei Chenyong's large hand grabbed the air, and as he clenched it, black thunder descended from the sky, gathering in his palm, forming a pitch-black spear. The moment the spear appeared, a devastating aura swept out. This spear became the sole existence between heaven and earth.
"Boom!" A deafening roar echoed.
The long spear pierced through the void, rapidly thrusting toward Bei Chenheng. Even before it reached him, a stifling aura descended, making the entire space viscous. There was no escape, nowhere to hide. The only option was to face it head-on.
In Bei Chenheng's current ordinary state, how could he withstand such a blow? Clearly, Bei Chenyong had a killing intent. He wanted to completely crush his ninth son before dispersing his bones and ashes to vent his deep-seated resentment!