Eternal Holy Emperor

Chapter 1858: Chapter 1673: Apologizing with Death

"As long as you forgive me, as you wish!"

Ye Chen smiled at Qianxun, a bright smile without a hint of rejection.

Such a sudden agreement was something even the War Saint Qianxun never expected.

This person was willing to die just to gain his forgiveness.

It shouldn’t be this way.

In his imagination, the Combat Saint King, this heartless man, couldn’t possibly agree so easily.

Qianxun thought Ye Chen was just bluffing, and was about to ask how he planned to end his life, but the next moment, under countless gazes, Ye Chen suddenly exploded with a bright smile.

Boom—

Both the Supreme Chaos Sacred Body and the Chaos Saint Soul exploded.

The terrifying bloodlights swept across the vast sky, even reaching the Ninth Layer Heaven, rushing into the Endless Starry Sky, shaking the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, alarming the Thirty-Three Layered Heavens, startling all beings on the Pill Emperor Star.

Countless people instantly turned their attention, witnessing the terrifying self-destructive power that vanished into the Outer Domain, each with lingering fears.

Fortunately, this destructive power was deliberately directed into the Outer Domain, or else, under such self-destruction, not only the Central Continent, even the other four continents would definitely be greatly affected.

And within hundreds of thousands miles surrounding the area, even with Great Powers present, there would surely be heavy casualties.

Rumble—

The most terrifying destruction swept wildly, across all directions, of unimaginable terror.

Witnessing the Combat Saint King shattered to pieces right in front of their eyes, everyone was stunned, unable to react, filled with unprecedented disbelief.

The Combat Saint King self-destructed.

Not only his invincible physical body, even the immortal Saint Soul shattered, form and spirit self-destructed, leading to complete destruction.

And it was such a sudden self-destruction that no one could have imagined.

Just now, what did the Combat Saint King say to War Saint Qianxun, leading this Chaos Young Supreme to choose to self-destruct?

"Dad—"

"Father—"

"Uncle—"

"Hall Master—"

"Lord—"

From afar, Yaya, Little Chenxi, the Four Young Supreme Beings, and the Nine Snakes, who had been watching, exclaimed, wanting to rush over, but the unparalleled power was spreading, radiating.

Though most of it was intentionally guided towards the Outer Domain Starry Sky, a huge thrust continued to act in all directions, preventing any of the strong from approaching.

Even they could not rush over immediately.

In the central region, where War Saint Qianxun stood, in the very center of the destruction, there wasn’t the slightest bit of destructive power acting upon it, instead it became a vacuum zone.

It wasn’t that War Saint Qianxun resisted it, but because the destructive power of Ye Chen’s self-destruction didn’t rush into it at all; it was intentional.

"Really committed suicide?"

War Saint Qianxun stared blankly at everything before him, clearly just words of anger.

Though he resented Ye Chen, resented him for leaving back then, abandoning his mother to fend for herself, leaving him fatherless, growing up dependent on his mother alone.

Upon seeing him now, he only wished to drag this bastard back, bind him, bring him to his mother, to make him kneel and confess, reflect on the grave mistakes he made.

Even if he’d never call him dad, or father, he still wouldn’t kill him.

Nevertheless, this heartless man was the one his mother yearned for over the years; he couldn’t bear for her to suffer the pain of longing anymore, not even at night, when she often gazed at the moon, tears falling in solitude.

Yet the one his mother yearned for took his own life, without hesitation, right in front of him.

For some reason, a tinge of bitterness surged within him, an inexplicable sorrow that couldn’t be suppressed, forcing him to clutch his chest, feeling a wrenching pain, and even an urge to cry.

Even though this heartless man took his own life, he felt no happiness, only overwhelming grief.

"Is this the pain of blood ties?"

Qianxun looked at his outstretched hands, eyes reddening, tears slowly falling, dripping onto his hands, gazing blankly, "But he’s clearly a heartless man, someone who kept mother yearning for years, a jerk who never returned. He died, I should be happy. Why now do I feel such pain, it’s not right..."

"Why is it like this?"

"Why?"

Qianxun couldn’t understand, pondering endlessly, but tears continued to fall, unceasingly dripping down.

Soon he turned his gaze toward the tumultuous heavens and earth, a bright sun-like glimmer at his brow as an incomparably vast and mighty Divine Thought blanketed the sky, attempting to search for the heartless man’s Divine Soul, roaring, "Stop pretending to be dead, I know you can’t really be dead, show yourself."

Yet no matter how powerful his Divine Soul, searching the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, scouring the Outer Domain Starry Sky, he found no trace of Divine Soul fragments.

It was as if the Combat Saint King really ended his life, ceasing to exist in the world.

"Impossible." Qianxun deployed secret techniques, spreading endless Divine Thoughts, scouring the skies, constantly searching.

Yet no matter what, he couldn’t find the slightest remnant of the other’s Divine Soul.

Is he truly, completely fallen?

Learning the answer, Qianxun fell prostrate in mid-air, eyes hollow, without a hint of joy.

"Dad—"

"Uncle—"

"Your Highness—"

"Lord—"

The seven figures from the Moon Palace finally rushed over, only to witness that scene with their own eyes, their hearts filled with grief.

Especially Yaya and Little Chenxi, Ye Chen’s daughters, Yaya rushed over, stopping in front of Qianxun, her stunningly beautiful face filled with grief and rage, intent on killing. Her delicate jade hand struck out, imbued with incomparably powerful force, striking toward Qianxun’s head—

"You bastard, give me back my father’s life!"

This blow, capable of shattering Qianxun’s head, contained the Power of Time, reaching an extreme.

Yet Qianxun gazed blankly at everything, showing a bitter smile, without any resistance, without dodging, as if already resigned to death.

Because he killed his own father, knowing that if his mother learned of this heartless man’s death, she’d likely choose to end her life as well, to follow him in death.

For his mother, Princess Yun Yan, always loved this person the most—

Combat Saint King, Qian Yue!

If his only family were to die, what meaning would life hold for him?

Better to die here in atonement!

Mother, I’m sorry, your child goes ahead first!

Qianxun silently muttered in his heart, closing his eyes, awaiting death’s arrival.

Perhaps to die in atonement too!

But this slap didn’t fully land, for at that moment, a burst of glorious light, a silhouette both heroic and familiar appeared, a fair hand catching that delicate jade hand, stopping the lethal strike.

"Hold on!"