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

"Delivering a package?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's heart stirred: "Father, are you referring to that scripture?"

Several months ago, when the father and son were in seclusion in the Lingxu Cave, Ye Chen asked him to recite the ancient scripture he had heard in the Three Incarnations Coffin.

Those hundreds of ancient characters were incredibly profound, each containing profound truths. Ye Fan could only barely remember them at the time, and still hasn't been able to comprehend even a fraction of them.

"right."

Ye Chen took out a crystal-clear recording stone from his pocket and tossed it casually. "Those hundreds of ancient characters describe the construction and restoration of the Immortal Realm."

The Azure Emperor's primordial spirit is trapped in the desolate tower, single-handedly evolving the Immortal Realm... Isn't that a coincidence? He wants to build a house, and we're sending him the blueprints.

Ye Fan's eye twitched.

The earth-shattering event of the Evolution of the Immortal Realm, which involves the Great Emperor realm, was described by the father in just a few words as if he were helping a neighbor with renovations.

But then he thought about it again and realized that there seemed to be some truth to it.

"But... Father, even if the scriptures are delivered, will the Azure Emperor appreciate them?"

"Whether he appreciates it or not is his business; whether we give him a gift or not is our business," Ye Chen said calmly. "If it's done, we'll have an emperor-level backer."

If it doesn't work, the worst that can happen is the loss of a recording stone.

What he didn't say was that in the original story, the Azure Emperor didn't completely disappear until a very, very long time later.

At this point in time, the Azure Emperor's primordial spirit should still be conscious, but it is trapped in the desolate tower and unable to communicate with the outside world.

If we could inject a little "variable" into him through this immortal scripture, perhaps the future trajectory would be completely different.

The father and son continued on their way and soon arrived at the pool of water.

The pool remained deep and cold, the air almost frozen.

Months have passed, and nothing has changed here...

No cultivators dared to come, and no demonic beasts dared to approach.

The aura of the Yin Tomb was like an invisible giant hand, pressing down on the surrounding area, leaving it deathly silent for miles around.

"Right here."

Ye Chen sat cross-legged by the pool, gesturing for Ye Fan to sit down as well.

"We'll recite the sutra together in a bit. You and I will each recite a section, verifying each other's understanding. We've both heard this sutra before, so reciting it together will create a stronger resonance."

Ye Fan nodded and sat down next to his father.

He took the Bodhi seed from his pocket, held it in his palm, closed his eyes, and began to recall those ancient and mysterious characters.

The pool was still, and the world was silent.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and spoke first.

"The way of Heaven is to take from those who have too much and give to those who have too little..."

His voice was not loud, but it carried a strange rhythm, and with each syllable he uttered, the surrounding天地精气 (heaven and earth essence) would tremble slightly.

That was the celestial sound of the Daoist scriptures, the most ancient language in the universe, with each word carrying fragments of the Great Dao.

Ye Fan followed closely behind.

He held a Bodhi seed in his hand, his mind clear, and those previously vague memories became incredibly clear at this moment.

One ancient character after another flowed from his mouth, intertwining with his father's voice to create a wondrous resonance.

The voices of the father and son echoed above the pool, growing louder and louder.

The surrounding rocks began to tremble slightly, and ripples spread across the surface of the pool. These ripples did not spread outwards, but rather seemed to contract inwards...

It was as if something at the bottom of the pool was attracting them.

You are the Azure Emperor, not belonging to this era; you are the mysterious ruler above chaos, the Azure Lotus King who wields the power of creation…

Resurrect, my prison youth!!!

"it works!"

Ye Chen was overjoyed.

The chanting grew even louder.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred.

The water in the pool suddenly surged violently, and a pitch-black whirlpool appeared out of nowhere.

The vortex spun faster and faster, growing larger and larger, and a faint, eerie light emanated from its center, like an eye slowly opening in the abyss.

An ancient and vast aura seeped out from the depths of the vortex, spreading across the entire area in an instant.

Ye Chen groaned, feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, his bones creaking.

He grabbed Ye Fan's shoulder, shielding his son behind him, and unleashed the full power of his Devouring Heaven Demon Art, transforming dark divine power into a protective shield that enveloped the two of them.

Suddenly, blurry, illusory images appeared above the pool.

Those illusory images were forcibly dragged out of space and time by something; they were incomplete and fragmented, yet they still exuded a chilling pressure.

As chaos was extinguished, a blue lotus bloomed in the void.

The ages flowed through the illusory world, and countless demons knelt in worship.

A magnificent immortal realm slowly unfolded above the blue lotus, radiating countless rays of immortal light.

But those images lasted for less than three breaths before they began to shake violently.

The petals of the Chaos Green Lotus withered one by one, the illusory image of the Immortal Realm shattered like a broken mirror, and the kneeling figures of the demon race turned into ashes.

A muffled thunderous sound came from the bottom of the pool!

It is not a language, yet it is more powerful than any language.

"No need to ascend to the Immortal Realm, I will create my own Immortal Realm!!"

The voice contained an indescribable emotion... it was resentment, obsession, the desperate struggle of a cornered beast, and the utter desolation of doing something futile despite knowing it was impossible.

Ye Chen's body trembled, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Fan was even more distraught, his face turned deathly pale, and the chanting abruptly stopped.

The whirlpool in the pool began to spiral out of control, and the illusory images burst one after another like bubbles.

The protective shield cracked with countless tiny lines under this immense pressure, and it looked like it was about to give way.

A strange light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes... He could feel that the scripture had indeed been transmitted, the Desolate Tower had indeed sensed it, and the Azure Emperor's primordial spirit was indeed responding.

But this response is like a drowning person's hand reaching out in the dark depths of the sea; just as it touches the surface, it is dragged back into the abyss by an invisible force.

It's not that Lao Qing doesn't want to get out, it's that he can't get out.

With a loud bang!

The whirlpool grew increasingly violent, the pool water exploded, and black columns of water shot into the sky.

A terrifying shockwave erupted from the bottom of the pool, blasting the father and son away simultaneously.

Ye Chen forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, grabbed Ye Fan, and retreated dozens of feet before finally regaining his balance.

He looked down at his son, whose breathing was disordered, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed.

"The Azure Emperor possesses great ambition, a broad mind, and lofty aspirations. He desires to carve out a celestial realm from the mortal world, truly deserving of the name 'The Lotus of Eternal Azure Heaven'!"

Ye Chen said something as if he were talking to himself.

His tone carried a hint of admiration, reverence, and respect.

"Father, you didn't say that about the Azure Emperor before..." Ye Fan thought to himself.

He hasn't yet grasped the principle of speaking human language to human beings and ghost language to ghosts! It seems his heart isn't black enough; he still has a lot to learn—learning is endless!

Ye Chen showed no sign of defeat.

His original plan was simple: use the scriptures in the bronze coffin as a "stepping stone" to attract the attention of the Desolate Tower, and then try to communicate with the Azure Emperor's primordial spirit.

Success! Everyone's happy.

If it doesn't work, that's to be expected...

After all, the Azure Emperor's realm is what it is; he can't be summoned simply by reciting a few scriptures.

"Father..." Ye Fan caught his breath, his face pale, "We failed?"

"Yes, it failed."

Ye Chen readily admitted, "But it's better than I imagined."

This proves at least two things: first, the Azure Emperor's primordial spirit is indeed still inside the desolate tower and has not completely dissipated; second, he heard the scriptures we sent him.

He looked into the depths of the pool, his gaze becoming profound:

"He can't get out. It's not that he doesn't want to respond, it's that he's trapped too deeply."

Ye Fan remained silent for a while, then suddenly struggled to stand up and walked towards the edge of the pool.

"What are you doing?" Ye Chen asked.

"I'll try again."

Ye Fan gripped the Bodhi seed tightly, his eyes defiant.

"Perhaps the Azure Emperor still needs a little more power, or perhaps Father, your recitation wasn't fast enough, ruthless enough, numerous enough, or steady enough..."