The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor Chapter 2291 - 2288: The Mysterious Elder

Ye Xuan stood atop the Supreme Divine Throne, overlooking the youth known as the Sword Saint, who once had the opportunity to define an era, without speaking.

Ye Xuan’s silence fell into the Sword Saint’s eyes, making him smile self-deprecatingly: "I understand."

He slowly closed his eyes.

He understood that his life would end here.

As for why the Black Robe youth remained silent.

It’s simple.

Because the other party felt he was unworthy to know.

This left the Sword Saint feeling quite regretful.

Originally, he thought his emergence this time would accomplish what hadn’t been completed back in the Heavenly Dragon Era, creating a brand new age.

But he didn’t expect to immediately run into an indestructible iron wall upon surfacing.

This iron wall, perhaps even the entire Heavenly God Temple couldn’t topple it.

Perhaps Lord Tian Wu’s own leg was already broken from kicking.

"No!"

Although the Sword Saint gave up, others weren’t willing to surrender.

After witnessing the Sword Saint’s cut being easily buried, even though they felt despair, at this moment they all erupted with their utmost strength.

This time, they no longer chose to break through that mysterious black aura but aimed directly at Ye Xuan.

Despite knowing Ye Xuan’s terror, after realizing this was their only hope, they all chose to attack Ye Xuan without hesitation.

"We’re so many Quasi-Emperors, are we really going to fear one person?"

Someone said such a thing, but for some reason, it felt so pale and powerless.

If they weren’t afraid, why would they have chosen to flee at the start?

"Die!"

The one closest to Ye Xuan, from the Black Mouth Clan, also showed a fierce expression as the black mouth on their neck opened wide, spewing black gas completely different from Ye Xuan’s Immortal Profound Power.

That black gas enveloped Ye Xuan, as if intending to swallow him whole.

Faced with the joint assault of numerous supreme experts from the Heavenly God Temple, Ye Xuan stood proudly atop the Supreme Divine Throne, without any unnecessary movement.

Boom!

But at the next moment.

The Immortal Profound Power that shrouded the entire Dark Divine Palace suddenly recoiled at this moment.

Everyone disappeared at this moment.

All sounds.

All divine skills and spells.

Vanished instantly at this moment.

Deathly silence.

Waves of astonishing power converging continuously toward Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan’s own power was at the late Quasi-Emperor stage.

At this moment, it surged rapidly toward the peak of the Quasi-Emperor.

This was power from many strong beings of the Heavenly God Temple, being devoured by Ye Xuan.

If there were outsiders here, their scalps would probably tingle.

Unfortunately.

No one witnessed this astonishing scene.

Hmm...

No.

Outside the Dark Divine Palace.

Amidst the endless darkness.

A figure slowly emerged.

It was a phantom figure, dressed in coarse cloth, hunched over, long hair draping over shoulders, head bowed, holding a small booklet.

Features unclear.

But judging by the posture, it seemed to be a decrepit old man.

A pair of ancient yet wise eyes gazed through disheveled hair, observing everything within the Dark Divine Palace.

The left hand clutching the booklet slowly released it, and the booklet fluttered automatically without wind, slowly opening to a blank page.

The old man raised his right hand, and a giant brush appeared out of thin air.

"Hmm?"

The old man’s motion suddenly paused, and he looked up.

There was the Black Robe youth, with one hand behind him, the other holding the Snow Nourishing Sword Gourd, pouring wine into his mouth.

The old man’s pupils trembled violently, then contracted, and quickly returned to calm. He released his hands.

The booklet and the giant brush vanished.

The old man bowed respectfully to the Black Robe youth, hoarsely saying: "Greetings, Emperor Ye."

That Black Robe youth was none other than Ye Xuan, who had directly buried the Dark Divine Palace of the Heavenly God Temple!

Indeed.

In the blink of an eye.

The Dark Divine Palace had been completely buried.

The headquarters of the Heavenly God Temple here was utterly destroyed.

At this moment, the aura around Ye Xuan was still rising continuously.

The reason he drank wine was to fully digest this power.

After taking a gulp, Ye Xuan squinted slightly at the old man bowing, speaking in a low voice: "Since you know it’s me, how dare you still appear here?"

The old man heard this, and his heart laughed bitterly repeatedly.

Do you think this old man wanted to come?

Isn’t it just a task from above?

Although he thought this in his heart, the old man’s surface didn’t dare show it, respectfully saying: "Earlier, I didn’t know it was Emperor Ye descending, only received a task to record the Heavenly God Temple’s changes."

Ye Xuan chuckled blandly, reaching out his left hand behind him to lightly grasp in the void: "Then let this Emperor check your task progress."

"Emperor Ye!?"

The old man’s face changed immediately, wanting to act but it was already too late.

The small booklet that had previously disappeared appeared in Ye Xuan’s hand.

Ye Xuan ignored the old man’s shock and fear, swiping his hand, and the booklet instantly unfurled in the void.

The dazzling golden light emanated within, carrying the profound aura of the Dao, like a surging heavenly river spilling down upon the Human World!

The old man saw this and raised his head.

It was at this moment he revealed his face.

It was a faceless face!

Half was bloody and mangled, the other half was mere bone.

Only the eyes remained somewhat normal.

He looked at Ye Xuan, an inexplicable panic within his heart.

Ye Xuan glanced at the old man, chuckling: "I’m just checking your notes. Surely your master wouldn’t mind, and even if they did, it’d be towards this Emperor, so what are you afraid of?"

"Could it be..."

"Did you write something about me in there?"

Ye Xuan’s gaze returned to the unfurled booklet.

No.

Once unfolded, it could no longer be called a booklet.

But a magnificent and authoritative Heavenly Book!

Ancient engravings appeared on the Heavenly Book.

Containing the secrets of ages.

But Ye Xuan didn’t even spare them a glance.

For he knew things far more than these so-called secrets of time.

"Emperor Ye, please don’t make things difficult for this old man..."

The old man’s bloody half-face trembled, a mound of flesh seemed as if it would roll off, showing the old man’s feelings at the moment.

Ye Xuan didn’t concern himself with the old man, but instead focused on the last passage of the Golden Heavenly Book.

Especially that last sentence.

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed immediately, deep and icy.

The old man’s body couldn’t stop trembling, quivering as he said: "Emperor Ye..."

Ye Xuan stared at the old man.

The old man dared not meet Ye Xuan’s gaze.

Ye Xuan’s expression was indifferent, speaking calmly: "I ask, you answer."

The old man lowered his head, utterly not daring to respond.

Ye Xuan retrieved the Heavenly Book, reverting it to a small booklet. Holding it, Ye Xuan softly said: "Has your master ever seen that segment you recorded."

The old man shook his head vigorously: "Not yet seen, this old man originally intended to finish recording this time then report back to the master."

Boom!

The next moment.

The old man’s body suddenly exploded.

Only a head was left floating there, incomparably miserable.

The old man’s eyes were filled with terror at the sudden action from Ye Xuan.

At this moment, Ye Xuan, despite a face of calm, emitted boundless and vast killing intent that the old man sensed.

Ye Xuan’s voice seemed to come from the depths of Jiuyou Hell.

"Who gave you the courage... to speculate that this Emperor is the King of Dou Tian?"

(Congratulations to the book friend ’Bored’ for becoming the third alliance leader of this book. Originally, I should have congratulated earlier, but due to Old Ghost undergoing tribulation recently, today is the resumption of updates, hence the delay until today, thank you again for the support!)