Shrouding the Heavens: Simultaneous Transmigration, Heavenly Emperor's Stern Father

Ye Fan's consciousness was immersed in a golden ocean.

He felt an unprecedented power awakening within his body, the very essence of his sacred body that had been dormant for many years, being awakened inch by inch by the medicinal power.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Suddenly, the lid of the cauldron began to shake violently, and beams of golden light shot out from the gaps, illuminating the entire stone chamber as if it were daytime.

"Excellent, excellent pill! It's even better than the Nine-Turn Divine Pill refined by Laozi!"

Ye Chen opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Even if Ye Chen only practices alchemy once in his life, he is destined to be remembered in history.

His name has been recorded in the ancient histories of alchemy in later generations.

Thus, alongside Laozi, they became two peaks in the history of alchemy, shining brightly together!

After all, there is no one before or since who has been able to forge a Heavenly Emperor; throughout the ages, there has only been one such person!

Of course, Elder Han, who wished to remain anonymous, also made an indelible contribution to this endeavor.

The small sacrifice is worthwhile.

In a way, he'll be remembered for all time!

Ye Chen withdrew his hand from the cauldron, stood up, and took two steps back.

The lid of the cauldron was blasted open by a golden light, spinning as it slammed into the stone wall with a dull thud.

A golden beam of light shot into the sky from the cauldron, melting a large hole in the rock on the cave ceiling, which then pierced through the mountainside.

Moonlight streamed in through the opening, intertwining with the golden beams of light, creating a dreamlike scene.

Ye Fan stood up from the cauldron.

His skin was as smooth as jade, and every inch of his body radiated a faint golden glow.

Two beams of divine light shot out from his eyes, as if they were tangible.

On his abdomen, three inches below his navel, a golden spring was gushing forth, its divine power transforming into golden mist that swirled around him.

That's the Fountain of Life...

The Realm of Life Spring!

Ye Fan stood in the cauldron, looking down at his hands and feeling the surging divine power within his body, momentarily lost in thought.

Just a few days ago, he was being chased for his life by Elder Han!

Now, he has already reached the threshold of the Life Spring Realm.

This leap can only be described as a complete transformation.

All of this is thanks to my father!

"good."

Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, looking his son up and down with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "The life spring is complete, and divine power is flowing out on its own."

Breaking through to the Sacred Body requires far too many resources. If it weren't for Elder Han's life savings, relying solely on your own cultivation, it would have taken at least another year of grinding.

Ye Fan jumped out of the cauldron, stood barefoot on the cold stone ground, and looked at his father with a complicated expression.

"Father."

"Um?"

"Thanks."

Ye Chen was silent for a moment, then turned his head away, his tone returning to its usual nonchalant manner.

"What are you thanking me for?"

He walked towards Elder Han's corpse, casually picked up the withered body and threw it into a corner, then began to take inventory of the other things in the cave.

"If a father doesn't pave the way for his son, should he let an outsider pave it for him?"

These things are really good, though. The old man may not be the best person, but his herb-gathering skills are truly top-notch.

Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh.

He knew that this was his father's way of expressing concern...

He would never say anything mushy or do anything tender, but his father would always be there for him whenever he needed him.

"father,"

Ye Fan suddenly remembered something, "You just said I have the Ancient Sacred Body, and I'm not human..."

"Um?"

"So what's your constitution?"

Ye Chen paused for a moment.

A moment later, he turned his head, looked at Ye Fan, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. "Mortal Body."

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Impossible."

How could a mortal possibly kill Elder Han with a single slap?

"Who says a mortal can't slap Elder Han to death?"

Ye Chen retorted, his tone self-assured.

"Can your father, with his mortal body, be the same as other mortal bodies?"

Ye Fan thought about it and felt that what he said made a lot of sense.

After all, he's his father.

The person who could calmly escort him into the vehicle when the Kowloon Coffin arrived.

The person who pointed out the flaws in the Great Thunder Temple on Mars, the person who casually said in the Demon Emperor's Tomb, "Stand still, I'm going to pick up a few spirit weapons."

Who would believe a father like that, who claims to be of mortal origin?

Versailles' physique is about the same!

Ye Chen put the last extra spiritual herb into his storage bag, stood up, and dusted off his long robe.

He walked up to Ye Fan and reached out to ruffle his son's hair... He hadn't done this for several years; the last time was when Ye Fan was still a child.

"Let's go."

"Not returning to Lingxu Cave Heaven?"

"You don't need to return to Lingxu Cave Heaven. Your father will make arrangements for where you go."

Ye Chen turned around with his hands behind his back and walked out of the cave. His moon-white robe shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

"You haven't finished absorbing the essence of this batch of spiritual herbs. Go back and consolidate your cultivation level, and then..."

He paused, his voice carried on the night wind, carrying a deeper meaning that Ye Fan couldn't understand.

"When the time comes, Dad will take you to a nice place."

Ye Fan quickly followed in his father's footsteps.

Moonlight streamed in from the large hole in the cave ceiling, which had been melted by the golden light of his life spring, casting long shadows of the father and son.

Deep within the cave, Elder Han huddled in a corner, his eyes wide open in death.

At this moment, outside the cave, the moonlight, like water, bathed the mountains.

That night, Ye Fan stepped into the Spring of Life.

The path to the Eucharist has truly begun.

……

After the turmoil at the Demon Emperor's Tomb subsided, the original ruins returned to silence.

Those powerful figures who once fought so fiercely that the heavens and earth shattered have long since dispersed, and the disciples of the holy land families have also returned to their respective mountains.

Only a scene of devastation remained, the ruins telling the story of that earth-shattering battle under the setting sun.

Ye Chen led Ye Fan through the outer perimeter of the ruins, their steps unhurried.

"Father, do we really have to come back here again?"

Ye Fan followed behind him, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

He was also present when the Demon Emperor's Tomb appeared a few months ago. Although he only watched from afar, the aftershocks of those powerful figures' battles still make him feel lingering fear.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Ye Chen said without turning his head. "The powerful figures are all gone, and the remaining small fry can't hurt me."

Ye Fan remained silent for a moment, then asked the question that had puzzled him for so long: "Father, you said the Desolate Tower is still here?"

"They're probably still around."

Ye Chen stopped on a hilltop, his gaze fixed on the deepest part of the primitive ruins...

In the direction of that bottomless pool, "on that day, five powerful beings joined forces to break through Yang Tomb, the Demon Emperor's heart broke through the sky and disappeared, and the Azure Lotus Emperor Weapon was taken away by Yan Ruyu."

But the Yin Tomb has never been disturbed. If the Desolate Tower still exists, it must still be within the Yin Tomb. Those powerful figures didn't not want to disturb the Yin Tomb; they simply couldn't.

"Can't move?"

"Nonsense. The Emperor's corpse is in the Yin Tomb, plus the Desolate Tower... Do you think this is a place anyone can touch?"

Those powerful immortals who have lived for so many years may not have the highest cultivation level, but their eyesight is definitely not bad.

Ye Chen continued walking forward.

"But we're not going to disturb the graves, we're going to deliver packages."