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

However, just as the mirror blade pierced three feet in front of Ye Chen, a layer of pitch-black protective divine light suddenly shone on Ye Chen's body!

That is the protective divine power of the [Devouring Heaven Demon Art], which becomes stronger when it encounters a stronger opponent and protects its master autonomously.

"when!!!"

A deafening sound, as if striking a great bell that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The shattered mirror blades rolled back, each fragment carrying the backlash of Nangong Yue's own cultivation, and all of them entered her body!

She was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. Before she even landed, her meridians were already broken inch by inch, and before the blood could flow, it was evaporated by the aftershocks of that divine power.

"Master!"

A slender figure rushed out of the crowd like a madman; it was Nangong Que, Nangong Yue's only two personal disciples.

When she rushed to Nangong Yue's side, Nangong Yue was barely breathing, her bones shattered, but her eyes still shone with an astonishing brightness.

With her last bit of strength, Nangong Yue grabbed Nangong Que's wrist.

She didn't look at Ye Chen, nor at anyone else, but only at her disciple. Her voice was as soft as a whisper, yet every word was as firm as iron:

"Que'er... The Hidden Moon Sect was nothing more than an appendage of the Joyful Union Sect back then. It took your grandmaster eight hundred years to make the Hidden Moon Sect... stand proudly among the seven sects of Yue Kingdom..."

She coughed up a mouthful of blood, her eyes growing even more piercing.

"After I die, you will become the Sect Master of the Hidden Moon Sect... The future of the Hidden Moon Sect is entrusted to you..."

Tears streamed down Nangong Que's face, yet he bit his lip tightly and nodded forcefully.

"Disciple...disciple has remembered."

Nangong Yue seemed to smile slightly.

Her gaze finally passed over Nangong Que and landed on Ye Chen.

There was no hatred or regret in his eyes, only a cold, unquestionable pride.

"You devil... I would rather die than submit."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly exerted force with her five fingers that were gripping Nangong Que's wrist, pushing him backward. At the same time, the last bit of true spirit in her body exploded!

Self-shattering of the Nascent Soul!

She transformed her last bit of innate spiritual power into a gentle barrier, protecting Nangong Que and sending her back to the disciples of the Hidden Moon Sect.

As it sent Nangong Que away, it also separated a wisp of extremely faint spiritual light, which drifted towards Nangong Wan's brow like a firefly.

A flash of inspiration entered her brow, and Nangong Wan shuddered as Nangong Yue's last voice transmission echoed in her mind.

"Wan'er, I have never asked anything of anyone in my life, but now I only ask you for one thing."

Nangong Wan felt a sharp pain in her heart; her master had left her a wisp of his consciousness even on his deathbed.

She dared not disobey, and immediately knelt down silently in the crowd, tears streaming down her face.

"I demand that you swear here and now... that in this lifetime you will not harbor even the slightest affection for Ye Chen, will not become his Daoist partner, and will not... will not follow in your master's footsteps!"

Nangong Yue's divine voice was sharp as a knife, yet every word trembled.

"He is a powerful figure in the demonic path, and now he intends to devour all seven sects. If you develop feelings for him, it would be an act of betrayal against your master and ancestors, and I, your master, would never find peace in the afterlife!"

Nangong Wan trembled all over. She had never imagined that her master's biggest worry before his death would be this very thing.

"Master... I have no romantic feelings for Ye Chen whatsoever..."

She responded silently in her heart, her voice choked with emotion.

"Completely innocent? Haha..."

Nangong Yue's voice was extremely desolate.

"Do you really think it was a coincidence that he kidnapped you from Tainan Valley? He just happened to kidnap you, just happened to not harm you in the slightest, and just happened to bring you to Canglang Ridge..."

Why do you think that is?

Nangong Wanru was struck by lightning; her mind exploded.

Yes.

From the moment she was suddenly kidnapped by Ye Chen in Tainan Valley, to the fact that Ye Chen treated her differently from everyone else during the seven-sect battle, all these details came to mind when she recalled them now.

It does indeed have an inexplicable and strange quality.

"He did it on purpose."

Nangong Yue's voice was as cold as ice, "Just like the old demon of Hehuan back then, these demonic tyrants are best at attacking people's minds. They don't want your life!"

It's your person, your heart, your entire foundation of the Hidden Moon Sect! He set a trap, luring you in willingly, offering yourself up as his concubine, and you're still completely oblivious?

"Disciple...disciple..."

Nangong Wan felt a chill run through her body.

"Swear it!"

Nangong Yue said sternly, "Kneel here and swear to the heavens, with the ancestors of my Hidden Moon Sect as witnesses."

If you ever become Daoist partners with Ye Chen and have children, then the men will be servants for generations, and the women will be furnaces for generations!

If you break this oath, may the spirits of your deceased parents in heaven suffer the torment of karmic fire day and night! May your master's soul be forever condemned to the netherworld, never to be reborn!

Each oath was more vicious and ruthless than the last, until finally every word was written in blood.

Nangong Wan's face was deathly pale, and tears blurred her vision.

She was gentle and kind by nature, and had never said a harsh word to anyone from childhood to adulthood. How could she have made such a vicious vow?

But she had been raised by her master since childhood, and her master had given her a second chance at life. Now that her master's life was hanging by a thread, how could she refuse?

"My disciple...swears."

She closed her eyes and silently recited every word her master had said in her heart, word for word.

With each line she read, her heart ached as if being stabbed, and by the end, she almost collapsed to the ground.

However, after hearing her vow, Nangong Yue's divine sense breathed a long sigh of relief, and her tone suddenly softened:

"Good...good...in that case, I can die in peace."

The wisp of light gradually dimmed, and Nangong Yue's consciousness was about to dissipate, but at the last moment, she suddenly whispered:

"Wan'er, don't blame your teacher for being heartless. In my life, I have seen too many women ruined by the word 'love'."

Your senior uncle was once the most beautiful woman in the world, an exceptionally talented woman, yet she fell in love with a demonic cultivator, willingly degenerated, and ultimately met a tragic end, her body and soul destroyed...

"I don't want you to repeat the same mistake. This Ye Chen is even more terrifying than the old demon of the Hehuan Sect back then. His terror lies not in his cultivation, but in..."

Before the words were even finished, the inspiration vanished completely.

Nangong Yue's last thoughts left in this world were left unsaid.

At the summit of Canglang Ridge, the black-robed youth stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly oblivious to everything.

Only the Book of Reincarnation within his own sea of ​​reincarnation seemed to tremble slightly before returning to silence.

Nangong Wan slowly stood up, the tear stains on her face dried by the mountain wind.

She gazed at Ye Chen's retreating figure, her eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of emotions.

Nangong Yue fell backward, her eyes wide open, her breath gone.

She never closed her eyes until she died.

On Canglang Ridge, all was silent.

Ye Chen looked down at Nangong Yue's corpse, and the black divine light slowly receded into his body.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke softly, as if addressing Nangong Yue, but also as if addressing everyone:

"Why bother? I have said that those who are unwilling to surrender should leave on their own, and I will not make things difficult for them. You could have left."

He's not some demon lord, but a great immortal lord.

Ye Chen raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on Nangong Que.

"I respect your master's integrity to a great extent, but the world has misunderstood me too much. I founded the Heavenly Dao Sect to act on behalf of Heaven and make the cultivation world of Yue Kingdom great again."

Having said that, he turned away and didn't look at him again.

The woman kneeling beside her master's body, Nangong Que, slowly raised her head. Her eyes were still wet with tears, but there was something in them that was exactly the same as her master's.

She reached out and gently closed Nangong Yue's eyelids.

"Hmph, preferring death to surrender? You'll have to ask me first if you want to die."

Ye Chen gave a soft snort.

With a wave of his hand, a divine light struck Nangong Yue directly.

"??"

Nangong Yue opened her eyes again, looking completely bewildered.

She had clearly shattered her nascent soul and her life force had ceased, so why was she still alive?

What is the price?