The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor Chapter 1738: 1735: Feeling a Bit Melancholy

“Ghost Leviathan!”

Zhang Jingtong cried out in alarm.

A horrifying silhouette blotted out the entire sky, appearing endless, much like a hovering landmass!

This creature was the Ghost Leviathan, among the most dreadful oceanic monsters, also called the Devil Fish.

Juvenile sea beasts inheriting the Ghost Leviathan bloodline already measure a hundred meters long.

Once they mature, their size expands to a staggering million meters!

The one looming before them was undoubtedly a ten-million-year specimen, rivaling certain continents within the Xuanhuang Great World!

From its eyes burst two crimson beams, lighting up the whole Endless Sea.

These resembled twin blood-red suns, radiating boundless crimson glow!

Utterly horrifying.

The Qiankun Ancestor let out a chuckle, then gripped with his massive palm.

No trace of mana stirred, but that single clench appeared to seize the sky and earth alike.

In that instant, the enormous Ghost Leviathan contracted rapidly, shrinking at a shocking pace.

Rumble————

This sight filled the Ghost Leviathan with terror; it thrashed wildly, desperate to break free from the overwhelming suppression.

Yet despite its frantic efforts, the power pinned it down solidly, leaving it utterly helpless.

Soon after, the Ghost Leviathan ended up captured within the Qiankun Ancestor’s palm.

With a light flick, the beast fell completely still.

The Qiankun Ancestor set the Ghost Leviathan in front of the two young women, grinned, and declared, “Take a look at the prize.”

The two young ladies gaped in wonder at the now palm-sized Ghost Leviathan resting in the Qiankun Ancestor’s grasp, at a loss for words.

It had been far too effortless!

Ye Xuan directed the pair to claim the beast and press on ahead.

During their journey, the two young ladies voiced their thanks to both Ye Xuan and the Qiankun Ancestor.

Ye Xuan shot back straightforwardly: Isn’t it just because you two insisted on coming along?

His words made the two young ladies flush red, leaving them speechless and flustered, though they silently vowed to return the favor to Ye Xuan one day.

The Qiankun Ancestor observed the exchange closely, inwardly admiring his master’s skill at reading and influencing minds.

He could so easily fathom what others were thinking.

Barring any surprises, these two promising Daoist young ladies were bound to ascend to True Persons, perhaps even True Lords!

At that stage, their gratitude for this favor would prove enormous.

Much like those from the endless ages past, who, after rising to prominence through the master’s aid, repaid him in astonishing ways.

For some reason, a wave of unexplained melancholy washed over the Qiankun Ancestor.

Gazing at his master’s figure leading the way, tears suddenly welled in his eyes.

He wondered how much longer he could stay by his master’s side.

Across the boundless years, he had slumbered often, missing countless events.

But his master had endured through it all, witnessing companions leave one by one.

The master had once spoken of a grand era approaching.

An era without precedent.

One of dazzling glory.

And turmoil.

Top powerhouses would spring up like rain-fed bamboo.

However, even former unbeatable tyrants would face greater perils of demise.

Following that grand era, a colossal calamity would strike.

The disaster would sweep through All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, reaching even further.

Further details hadn’t been pursued then.

Later questions on the topic drew only silence from the master.

Deep down, he refused to accept one harsh truth.

His own twilight years had arrived long ago.

Whether he could survive another epoch was anyone’s guess.

The Qiankun Ancestor wiped at his aged eyes.

To the world, he was an undefeatable entity post-Divine Enthronement, yet in his master’s presence, he remained mere Little Qiankun.

He desired nothing more than to remain at his master’s side, fighting side by side!

Ye Xuan halted abruptly, glanced back at the Qiankun Ancestor dabbing his eyes, furrowed his brow, and asked, “Were you picked on while watching over the Divine Continent?”

Ning Fu and Zhang Jingtong stood puzzled, utterly confused.

As the Qiankun Ancestor rubbed his eyes, Ye Xuan’s words made him tremble slightly, then he smiled broadly, “Master, after my Divine Enthronement, who would dare bully this old servant?”

Ye Xuan eyed the Qiankun Ancestor, memories flashing back to when Little Qiankun was still young, a faint smile crossed his face as he replied, “Good to hear.”

With that, Ye Xuan resumed his advance.

The Qiankun Ancestor always bared his feelings openly to Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan understood his servant’s mind perfectly.

Still…

True seekers of eternal life are rare in this realm.

This true form of longevity stood apart from mortal dreams; it was Ye Xuan’s own vision of it.

Ye Xuan’s gaze deepened, piercing through the void to the abyss’s depths.

Little Qiankun’s sentiment stirred a torrent of reflections within him.

Though his Dao Heart stood unyielding, Ye Xuan avoided excessive emotion.

Even should all companions depart.

He would press onward.

His goal: to reach time’s terminus, gaze back to the Mythical Era’s birth, and even earlier!

Nevertheless…

He yearned for everyone beside him to endure until that moment.

Grandfather, sister, parents, Little Red Sparrow, Xinyan, Youwei,…

After settling his plans, he intended to enter the Netherworld and peruse the fabled Book of Life and Death.

“These reflections seem so uncharacteristic of you, yet entirely fitting…”

A soft voice resounded in his thoughts.

It belonged to Bai Ze.

Hearing it, Ye Xuan returned to the present, replying mentally, “No one dictates how one must act; all bear the Seven Emotions and Six Desires.”

“You perceive every origin in existence, comprehending the intricacies of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires.”

“But certain matters still elude you.”

Bai Ze fell quiet at Ye Xuan’s remark, lost in contemplation.

With his mind cleared, Ye Xuan’s eyes grew tranquil, and he calmly warned the Qiankun Ancestor, “Cease the wandering thoughts; some old enemies lie ahead.”

The Qiankun Ancestor felt no dread, only surging battle intent, his gaze igniting with fierce flames, “Master, have no worries; entrust it all to this old servant!”

Ning Fu and Zhang Jingtong failed to grasp their inner exchange, finding the master-servant talk strangely intimate, but in the end…

It escaped their understanding.

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

A suspended Iron Chain Bridge emerged ahead amid the waters.

Crafted from five iron chains, it stretched without start or finish.

Its full span measured precisely ninety-nine meters.

Ye Xuan opted against bypassing it, guiding the group straight there, then pointed to the Iron Chain Bridge and explained to Ning Fu and Zhang Jingtong, “Your Daoist lineage mentions the Longevity Bridge, known too as the Dao Bridge; though your current cultivation can’t detect the Longevity Bridge, crossing this one lets you tread it early, forging your path ahead.”

The two young ladies were stunned.

This bridge held such wondrous power!

“Proceed, cross this bridge; stay on it until my return, lest danger strike.”

Ye Xuan gestured for them to go.

The two young ladies saluted Ye Xuan, then ventured onto the endless, nameless Iron Chain Bridge.