Chapter 1090 Thunder Emperor's Decree: Sending Troops to the Ancient Floating Pagoda Clan
Upon hearing the name Qing Yanjing, Mo Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the calm, chaotic thunderous aura around him rippled slightly.
Mo Yu would never forget this proud woman who had become his woman by a twist of fate. More than ten years had passed since they parted ways on the Holy Abyss Continent. Even though they met again on the Great Wilderness Continent, they did not recognize each other in public due to various constraints.
Qingxuan is in a hurry right now. Could it be that something has happened to Qing Yanjing?
"Yan Jing... what happened to her?"
Mo Yu's voice suddenly turned icy cold, and the invisible pressure belonging to the Saint-grade Heavenly Supreme made the temperature in the entire hall seem to drop a few degrees.
Seeing his face change in an instant, and the undisguised concern and sudden surge of anger in his eyes, Qingxuan's last trace of hesitation vanished.
She suddenly raised her finger and pointed at Mo Yu, tears finally bursting forth like a broken dam, mingling with blood and ash, as she uttered a heart-wrenching accusation and plea:
"What's wrong with her?! You're driving her to her death! The Maha Ancient Clan's Maha Tian has come to her door with a marriage agreement, and the clan's higher-ups have already agreed. They'll be forcing her to marry soon!"
"She refused to submit even at the cost of her life, yet she was placed under house arrest in the deep palace!"
"And all of this is because of you! Mo Yu!"
"Do you know that Jing'er... she gave birth to a child for you! A son with your thunderous blood flowing through his veins! His name is Qingchen, and he is already twelve years old!"
"For the past twelve years, the mother and son have suffered endless scorn and bullying within the clan. Because of their unknown origins, the child has been called a bastard and has endured countless humiliations!"
"Now that Maha Tian knows this, he still insists on marrying her. How can he tolerate Jing'er, and how can he tolerate your flesh and blood?!"
"Mo Yu! That's your son! Your own flesh and blood! Now that they are on the verge of death, if you have even a shred of conscience, if you're still a man, go and save them! Otherwise... otherwise you can just wait to collect their corpses!!"
boom--! ! ! !
Qingxuan's words bombarded the minds of everyone in the Thunder Emperor's Holy Temple even more fiercely than the myriad thunderbolts that converged when Moyu broke through to the Saint Rank!
child? !
Qing Yanjing, the proud daughter of the Futu Ancient Clan, actually gave birth to a son for the Prison Master?!
She's already twelve years old?!
And they suffered endless bullying from the ancient Futu tribe?!
Now they're being pushed to the brink of despair?!
This... this is simply earth-shattering!
Lei Feier, Xiao Yu, Xiao Yixian and the other women instantly turned pale, covered their lips with their hands, their eyes filled with disbelief and immense shock.
Xiao Yan and Lin Dong's clones suddenly stood up, their expressions extremely solemn.
All the high-ranking members of Thunder Prison in the hall, from Zi Huo and Lei Dong to Venerable Taishan and a group of generals, were dumbfounded. Then, an uncontrollable rage and overwhelming killing intent brewed and erupted in their chests like a volcano!
The representatives of various forces who came to offer their congratulations were terrified, wishing they had never heard of such a secret. This secret involved the grudges between two ancient clans and a newly promoted saint, enough to stir up the winds and clouds of the entire world!
And Mo Yu, seated regally on the throne...
Upon hearing the words "your son" and "your own flesh and blood," he felt as if he had been struck by a primordial, chaotic divine lightning bolt!
The Chaos Thunder Eyes, which had always been calm and deep as an abyss, suddenly unleashed a world-destroying storm!
Shock, bewilderment, disbelief, followed by a furious rage like a galaxy turning upside down and the universe collapsing, and... a throbbing and stinging sensation from the deepest part of his blood that he himself was unaware of!
"What did you say?"
He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice terribly hoarse. The previously restrained Saint-grade aura around him could no longer be controlled and erupted as if it were a tangible force!
Even his voice was no longer the usual cold and dignified one, but had become hoarse and deep, as if squeezed out from the depths of the deepest hell, with every syllable carrying a chill that could freeze one's soul.
Those chaotic silver eyes stared intently at Qingxuan, as if trying to confirm the truthfulness of every word she spoke.
No confirmation required.
Mo Yu understood Qing Xuan's personality very well. Although she had the arrogance unique to the Futu Ancient Clan, she valued sisterly affection very much, and she had no reason to lie to Mo Yu.
Furthermore, from Qingxuan's incredibly resolute and indignant eyes, her disheveled and miserable appearance, and the numerous messages she mentioned such as "Qingyan Jing would rather die than submit," "the child suffered endless scorn and bullying," and "Maha Tian forcing her into marriage"...
All of this, like the sharpest blade, instantly dissected the longing and guilt that Mo Yu had deliberately hidden for Qing Yanjing for more than a decade.
It further ignited his sense of responsibility and rage as a man and as a father!
"Click——!!!"
The incredibly sturdy dome of the Thunder Emperor's Temple, constructed from chaotic lightning crystals, was actually shattered by this out-of-control pressure, resulting in numerous cracks!
The entire Eternal Thunder Pool then boiled and roared!
The joy of the feast was utterly shattered at this moment.
Instead, a raging storm, ignited by blood ties and destined to engulf Buddhism and Mahayana, is brewing!
Mo Yu's eyes, burning with thunder and fury, were already fixed on the direction of the Futu Ancient Clan.
His son... his son with Qing Yanjing... is suffering!
Twelve years!
Inside the hall, there was an eerie silence.
All the previous celebrations, congratulations, and conversations came to an abrupt end at this moment, completely crushed by this sudden, earth-shattering news and Mo Yu's rage that was enough to destroy everything!
Lei Feier, Xiao Yu, Xiao Yixian, Qing Lin, Yun Yun, Ya Fei and other beautiful women sitting not far from Mo Yu also had pale faces, their jade hands tightly covering their lips, their beautiful eyes filled with extreme shock and indescribable complex emotions.
They had a deep bond with Mo Yu, and upon hearing that he had a son outside the home who was in danger, their hearts were initially filled with shock and turmoil. Then, they were overwhelmed with the same intense worry and sympathy for the mother and son they had never met, as well as anger towards the Futu Ancient Clan and the Maha Ancient Clan!
The reason why Mo Yu values and loves these women is that, apart from their stunningly beautiful faces that could rival the beauty of fish and geese, their personalities—whether aloof, elegant, charming, or mischievous—all share a common trait.
That is because they are all outstanding in their respective fields, and therefore they are extremely magnanimous, not the petty, narrow-minded women who only know how to compete for favor in the harem.
Especially Lei Feier and Xiao Yu, as the main wives, after the initial shock, they also realized that Mo Yu's bloodline, even if it was not their biological child, should not be insulted by outsiders!
This is not only contempt for Mo Yu, but also for them and the entire Thunder Prison!
Xiao Yan's flame clone and Lin Dong's clone exchanged a glance, their expressions becoming extremely solemn.
They looked at each other, both seeing the seriousness of the situation in each other's eyes.
This matter is no longer just Mo Yu's private affair; it involves the dignity and the most sensitive issues of two ancient clans and a newly promoted Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign!
"Big brother!"
Zi Huo, the Golden Lion Warrior of Thunder Prison who has now advanced to the Heavenly Sovereign level, was the first to recover from the great shock.
He took a sudden step forward, and his golden lion-like eyes instantly became bloodshot. A murderous aura, far more violent and ruthless than before, erupted from his body.
"How dare the ancient Futu clan act like this! Maha Tian has gone too far! Please give the order, elder brother, I am willing to be the vanguard to crush Futu and bring back the mistress and the young master!"
As Mo Yu's brother, he valued his elder brother's bloodline inheritance extremely highly. Upon hearing that Mo Yu's bloodline had been humiliated while living abroad, he was a thousand times angrier than if he himself had been humiliated!
"Crush the ancient Futu clan and welcome back the mistress and the young master!"
Lei Dong's body was enveloped in jet-black lightning, his voice as cold as ancient ice, carrying a chilling killing intent.
As one of the biggest beneficiaries of the rise of Lei Yu, Lei Dong was well aware that the Lei Clan's great development was entirely due to Mo Yu. Therefore, at this moment, the Lei Clan naturally had to stand firmly behind Mo Yu.
Now that Zi Huo has made his stance clear, Lei Dong, representing the Lei Clan, will naturally not lag behind.
"Tear the pagoda to smithereens! Welcome back the mistress and the young master!"
Venerable Taishan and all the Thunder Prison generals and core elders had bloodshot eyes and roared in unison!
Although the Futu Ancient Clan is one of the five ancient races, and its strength and foundation are both extraordinary, so what? Lei Yu also has a Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign in charge right now!
Their Lord of the Prison, when he was a Celestial Supreme, dared to fight to the death with a Saint-level being. Now that he has advanced to the Saint-level, he is far superior to ordinary Saint-level beings!
Moreover, given the current situation, if they were to earnestly persuade Mo Yu to calm down and avoid conflict, wouldn't that be disloyal to the prison master? How could they continue to survive in Thunder Prison after that?
As the shouts of battle from the higher-ups of Thunder Prison rang out one after another, a soaring fighting spirit, mixed with pity for the humiliated young master and boundless anger towards the enemy, rose like tangible smoke, piercing the heavens and shattering the peaceful atmosphere of the celebration!
Thunder Prison, this war machine, has entered its most ferocious battle state simply because of this one piece of news!
The representatives from various factions who came to offer their congratulations were already terrified, trembling with fear, wishing they could disappear into the ground.
They overheard a secret they shouldn't have heard and were drawn into a massive vortex that could shatter them to pieces!
Neither the emerging overlord Lei Yu nor the ancient races of the established top forces are people they can afford to provoke. If they were to get involved in the conflict between the two sides, given their physical strength, they would probably be wiped out inexplicably and without any explanation.
Mo Yu slowly rose from the throne.
With each step he took to stand, the raging lightning around him subsided, but the suppressed killing intent and coldness became even more terrifying and suffocating, like a constantly compressed star.
When he stood fully upright, all the strange phenomena subsided, leaving only his silver eyes, which had transformed into a pure, chaotic color of destruction, devoid of any human emotion, displaying only an absolute majesty that looked down upon all living beings and decided life and death.
He didn't look at anyone; his gaze seemed to pierce through the palace and traverse endless star fields, locking onto the direction of the Futu Ancient Clan.
His son... the continuation of his and Qing Yanjing's bloodline... For twelve years, in a corner unknown to him, he suffered endless bullying under the stigma of being a bastard?
And Qing Yanjing, the woman with whom he had a fleeting affair, is being forced to marry Maha Tian? The lives of the mother and son hang by a thread?
"Ho..."
A gasp, a sound that was both a cry and a laugh, filled with endless pain and violence, escaped from Mo Yu's throat.
He slowly raised his hand, looking at his palm that controlled billions of thunderbolts and was powerful enough to destroy stars.
This very hand failed to protect his woman and child? Only when he was at the height of his glory did he learn that his beloved family was suffering in hell?
shame!
An utter disgrace!
An unquenchable rage!
"Pass the order."
His voice rang out, eerily calm, yet even more chilling than his previous roar.
Those two words, like the gavel of final judgment, sealed everything.
"Thunder Prison, immediately enter the highest level of combat readiness."
"Block all external passages to the Thunder Continent; entry is permitted, but exit is not."
"Recall all 'Thunder Emperor-class' warships currently patrolling the area. The first to ninth 'Thunder Punishment Legions' shall assemble and await orders at the 'Thunder Emperor Platform'."
"Activate the 'Ten Thousand Thunders Converging Formation' attack sequence, and fill the energy to maximum capacity."
"Notify 'Endless Fire Domain' and 'Martial Realm' of this matter, but remember, do not disturb Xiao Yan and Brother Lin who are currently in seclusion."
One command after another, cold, clear, and efficient, carrying a resolute determination to crush everything, came from Mo Yu's mouth.
Each command intensified the oppressive atmosphere within the hall, and caused the war machines of Thunder Prison in the distant starry sky to roar even more terrifyingly.
Finally, his gaze fell upon the excited crowd of heroes in Thunder Prison below. In his chaotic silver eyes, the storm of destruction had already materialized.
"I, the Emperor, will personally lead an expedition against the Buddha."
His voice was not loud, but it was like ancient divine thunder, imprinted deep in the soul of every Thunder Prison dweller, carrying an unquestionable will and overwhelming killing intent.
"I am going there for three reasons."
"Take back my wife, Qing Yanjing."
"Welcome back my son, Qingchen."
"as well as……"
He paused, and the suppressed Saint-level aura around him erupted again like a tsunami, his voice icy cold, as if it came from the deepest hell.
"Let the ancient Futu clan and the Maha Heaven pay a bloody price for these twelve years of humiliation!"
"I obey the Emperor's decree!!!"
The resounding echoes, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, filled with boundless anger and a determination to die, resounded throughout the entire Thunder Continent!
The grand feast had long since become a prelude to the smoke of battle.
The celebration instantly turned into a war horn.
Mo Yu took a step forward and disappeared from the throne. The next moment, his figure appeared on the highest platform of the Thunder Emperor Palace, the 'Thunder Emperor Platform'.
His black robes fluttered in the raging thunder, and his chaotic eyes looked down at the thunder army that was rapidly gathering below like a purple tide.
Deep in the starry sky, endless Thunder Prison warships, like ancient ferocious beasts awakening, began to turn their menacing cannons.
A battle for sacred treasures, born of bloodlines and dignity, is about to descend upon the Ancient Buddha Clan in the most direct and domineering way!
