Chapter 1092 The Thunder Emperor Descends from Heaven, Father and Son Recognize Each Other for the F
"Maha Deva, how dare you!"
At the marriage ceremony between the Maha Ancient Clan and the Futu Ancient Clan, a furious shout, like a thunderclap from the heavens, shattered the Futu Ancient Clan's ten-thousand-year-old barrier.
It also completely pulverized the false joy of that absurd wedding in St. Futu Square!
Thunderous might descends upon the pagoda!
Before the deafening roar of the shattering barrier had subsided, a breathtaking scene unfolded before the horrified eyes of all the guests!
Above the sky of the Floating Pagoda Realm, behind the huge gap that had been forcibly torn open, was not an endless starry sky, but a boundless, churning, and roaring chaotic sea of lightning!
Within the sea of lightning, billions of thick, chaotic lightning bolts wriggled and intertwined like living creatures, condensing into countless lightning battle banners that blotted out the sky.
The character '雷' (thunder) above, written in a flamboyant and powerful style, seems to be outlined by the most primordial destructive divine thunder, exuding a majesty that makes even the laws of heaven and earth tremble!
At the very front of that sea of thunder, a figure stood silently.
He was dressed in a simple black robe, his figure as upright as the ancient Leifeng Pagoda, his face handsome and dignified, and his eyes turned into a pure chaotic color, within which seemed to contain terrifying scenes of the birth and death of the universe and the reincarnation of thunder.
He didn't deliberately exude pressure, but simply by standing there, he naturally became the absolute center of this world. All the light, sound, and even the laws seemed to worship and submit to him!
It is none other than the Lord of Thunder Prison, the leader of the three heroes of the lower plane, the Thunder Emperor Mo Yu!
Behind him, in the chaotic sea of lightning, countless enormous shadows vaguely appeared—thousands of 'Thunder Emperor-class' main warships, towering like mountains and comparable to quasi-sacred artifact-level weapons of mass destruction.
The menacing thunder cannon was fully charged, radiating destructive energy.
Furthermore, there were also disciplined Thunder Legions and Mechanical Thunder Beast Legions, clad in purple lightning-patterned armor, like thunderclouds poised to unleash their power. Their chilling killing intent materialized and enveloped the entire Floating Pagoda Realm!
Thunder Prison! It's the Thunder Prison army!
And that one... the rising overlord of the Great Thousand Worlds, Thunder Emperor Mo Yu!
"That's Thunder Prison... Thunder Prison's thunder army and mechanical beast legion, why are they here, and why are they so aggressive!"
"The Thunder Emperor's aura seems to have reached the Saint Rank. Has he broken through to the Saint Rank Heavenly Sovereign? Two years ago, during the Ancient War, this Thunder Emperor was only at the Immortal Rank. In just two years, he has successfully advanced to the Saint Rank Heavenly Sovereign. He is truly terrifying."
"Truly a Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign. As expected of someone who could fight against a Saint-grade opponent when he was still a Celestial-grade being. The power he exudes is already so terrifying, even though he has only just advanced to the Saint-grade."
"With the Thunder Emperor advancing to the Saint rank, the situation in this Great Thousand World is truly about to change completely. Given time, the momentum of the Lower Plane Alliance may even surpass that of the five ancient races."
"Today is the joyous day of the marriage alliance between the Maha Ancient Clan and the Futu Ancient Clan. Why is the Thunder Emperor leading his army to attack so aggressively? Could it be that he is looking for trouble with Maha Heaven?"
"It's possible. I've heard that both the Thunder Emperor and the Flame Emperor have had grudges against Maha Tian. Now that the Thunder Emperor has advanced to the Saint rank, it's inevitable that this will happen."
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Below, gasps and gasps of surprise rose and fell across the deathly silent square.
All the guests felt their scalps tingle and their souls tremble.
They never expected that Lei Yu would descend upon the core ancestral land of the Futu Ancient Clan in such a powerful and domineering manner!
Moreover, judging from this posture, it's definitely not a friendly gesture!
Thinking of the grudges between Mo Yu and Maha Tian, everyone's heartstrings were immediately tightened.
One is Maha Tian, the new patriarch of the Maha Ancient Clan, one of the five ancient races and an established power in the vast world.
One is the rising overlord of the Great Thousand Worlds, the Thunder Emperor Mo Yu, who has gained fame in recent years as the Lord of Thunder Prison.
The clash between the two was something everyone was secretly looking forward to.
While the guests below were preoccupied with their own thoughts, on the ceremony stage, the phoenix coronet and embroidered robe she wore were, for Qing Yanjing, the heaviest shackles and symbols of humiliation in the world.
The moment Mo Yu's voice rang out, she felt as if she had been struck by the warmest thunderbolt, her delicate body trembled violently, and she suddenly looked up!
Those beautiful eyes, which were originally lifeless and empty, suddenly burst forth with an unbelievable, dazzling light, like stars exploding, when they looked up at the domineering figure in the sky!
It's him!
It's really him!
he came!
In this most desperate and darkest moment, he was like a legendary god who rides thunder, tearing through all the gloom and descending upon this place!
Thousands of days and nights of longing, twelve years of forbearance and grievances, all burst forth at this moment like a flood breaking its banks.
Tears instantly blurred her vision, but the corners of her mouth uncontrollably curved into a breathtaking arc, a mixture of endless joy, grievance, relief, and love.
She subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to call his name, but due to extreme excitement and previous exhaustion, her throat choked, and she could only let out a soft sob. Only her jade-like hands, tightly gripping the hem of her wedding dress with white knuckles, told of the turbulent emotions in her heart.
Just as Mo Yu's gaze swept across the entire venue, finally landing on the ceremony platform, he saw Qing Yanjing dressed in a wedding gown, her eyes filled with tears.
A crack finally appeared on his icy face, and an indescribable heartache and pity flashed in his eyes.
But the next moment, his gaze was drawn to the white-robed youth below the side of the ceremonial platform, who was isolated by the sacred barrier and staring intently at him!
That boy... his features bore a striking resemblance to his own!
Especially his eyes, clear yet stubborn, were now filled with shock, curiosity, and a kind of... deep-seated affection and longing that even he himself did not understand!
That's...my son?
Me and Qingyanjing's... Chen'er?
Even though he had already learned about it from Qingxuan, when he saw the flesh and blood that flowed with his own blood, Mo Yu's heart, which had been tempered by countless tribulations, was still overwhelmed by a huge wave of emotion!
A strange and warm emotion, emanating from the depths of his heart, instantly filled his chest, diluting his overwhelming killing intent somewhat.
With a slight thought, and without even making a move, the sacred barrier surrounding Qingchen melted away quietly like snow under the sunlight under the erosion of the omnipresent chaotic thunder laws.
The barrier disappeared, and Qingchen was stunned for a moment, looking somewhat helplessly at the black-clad man in the sky who resembled a thunder ruler.
Although the little boy had never seen this silver-eyed man before, his sixth sense from his bloodline and his mother's joy on stage made Qingchen vaguely realize something.
He…is the one his mother longs for day and night? He is…his own father? The 'hero' that his mother and aunt say might have already abandoned them?
Looking at the child's somewhat bewildered yet timidly inquisitive eyes, Mo Yu felt a deep touch on the softest part of her heart.
He tried his best to suppress the suffocating pressure of a Saint-level being around him, his gaze softened, and he slowly reached out his hand towards Qingchen, his voice gentle and hoarse without even realizing it himself.
"Chen'er... come here, come to your father."
There was no coercion, no command, only a call filled with guilt, expectation, and endless tenderness.
Looking into those eyes that were so similar to his own, yet now filled with indescribable emotions, and listening to that call that seemed to have been waiting for twelve years, the dormant power deep within his bloodline seemed to be awakened at this moment.
He no longer hesitated, no longer feared, nodded vigorously, and his small figure broke free from the stunned Futu Clan expert beside him, taking steps and running towards Mo Yu's direction.
"Chen'er!" Qing Yanjing cried even harder when she saw this scene, but they were tears of joy.
As Mo Yu watched his son run towards him, he vanished from the sky in a flash, appearing directly in front of Qing Chen the next moment. He crouched down and looked at him at eye level.
He reached out to stroke his son's head, but his movements were somewhat clumsy and hesitant, as if afraid of disturbing this precious treasure that had been lost and found again.
Qingchen looked up at her father, who was so close to her, feeling the reassuring yet incredibly powerful aura that shared the same origin as her own. She called out softly, with a hint of uncertainty.
"……father?"
That one word, "Father," was like the warmest thunder in the world, instantly piercing through the last line of defense in Mo Yu's heart.
He could no longer hold back and hugged his son tightly in his arms!
Those arms, as strong as mountains, were now trembling slightly.
"Yes, Dad's here." Mo Yu's voice was low and hoarse as he buried his head in his son's tender shoulder, feeling the warmth and responsibility that had come twelve years late.
"I'm sorry, Chen'er... Father is late... I've made you and Mother suffer."
The scene of the father and son embracing each other appeared so tender, yet so deeply moving, amidst the somber and shocked atmosphere of the square!
Wow!
The entire square erupted in an uproar. No one had expected that the bastard Qing Yanjing had hidden for twelve years, bearing the bloodline of the shame of the Futu Ancient Clan, was actually the son of Lei Di Mo Yu!
This scene was like a depth charge, exploding across the entire Floating Pagoda Square, leaving every guest stunned and shocked.
Everyone initially thought that Mo Yu's imposing arrival was to confront Mo Hetian, but no one expected that what followed would be a dramatic scene of father and son recognizing each other. The bride that Mo Hetian wanted to marry was actually Mo Yu's woman, and had even given birth to a son for him.
This...this is absolutely ridiculous!
Sure enough, in stark contrast to the heartwarming scene on Mo Yu's side, on the ceremony stage, Maha Tian's face was ashen and his eyes were practically spitting fire!
What a shame! What a shame!
He, Maha Tian, the new patriarch of the Maha Ancient Clan and the Holy Supreme, was forcibly interrupted at his own wedding. His bride recognized another man's father and son, treating him as if he were nothing!
This is not just a slap in the face, it is a trampling of the dignity of Maha Tian and the entire Maha Ancient Clan!
"Mo! Yu!"
Maha Tian practically gritted his teeth as he squeezed out those two words. His boundless Maha spiritual power erupted like a volcano, and dark golden light shot into the sky, attempting to dispel the overwhelming thunderous pressure that enveloped the heavens and earth, and to contend with Mo Yu's chaotic sea of thunder.
"How dare you trespass on the marriage ceremony between my Maha Ancient Clan and the Futu Ancient Clan! You ruined my plans and tarnished my reputation! The score from over a decade ago has not yet been settled, and today, with both old and new grudges, I will surely settle this score with you!"
He was shocked and angry!
What was astonishing was that Mo Yu had broken through to the Saint Rank so quickly, and his power seemed to far exceed that of an ordinary Saint Rank early stage cultivator.
What angered them was that the other party was so disregarding the rules and came to their door directly. More importantly, it turned out that they had been having an affair with Qing Yanjing and had even fathered a child with her!
This made him feel like a clown who had been kept in the dark and was being played with at will!
If this matter were to spread, Maha Tian would surely become a laughingstock throughout the entire world!
At the head of the table, Fu Tu Xuan's expression was equally grim.
Mo Yu's forceful intrusion not only ruined the wedding, but was also a slap in the face to the entire Futu Ancient Clan!
As the Grand Elder of the Futu Ancient Clan, how could he tolerate this?
"Lord of Ink Prison!"
Fu Tu Xuan's voice was low and deep, filled with suppressed anger: "What is the meaning of your actions? This is the grand ceremony of the alliance between my Fu Tu Ancient Clan and the Maha Ancient Clan. You led your army to force your way in and destroyed the barrier. Do you intend to start a war between our two clans?!"
He was also filled with doubt and uncertainty. He had heard a little about Mo Yu and Qing Yanjing's relationship, but he didn't know that they even had a child!
Moreover, the strength that Mo Yu was displaying at this moment made even this veteran Saint-level expert feel a slight sense of unease.
The guests below were already shaken by this series of unexpected events and were almost unable to think straight.
They witnessed the arrival of the Thunder Emperor Moyu in an invincible manner.
I witnessed the ecstatic joy and tears of Qingyan Jingxianzi, who had escaped from a desperate situation.
I witnessed the touching father-son reunion between the illegitimate son Qingchen and the Thunder Emperor.
Furthermore, we witnessed Maha Tian's furious rage and the suppressed questioning of the Futu Xuan clan chief...
This is so much information! It's so shocking!
Not only has the Thunder Emperor arrived, but he has also brought with him a terrifying military force capable of annihilating an entire continent!
He wasn't just after the bride; he also wanted to claim his son!
The Maha and Futu tribes have truly lost face this time!
These bystanders seemed to be at the center of a storm of holy artifact wars that were about to erupt and could affect the entire world order!
Everyone held their breath, their eyes darting back and forth between Mo Yu, Mo Hetian, and Fu Tu Xuan, their hearts pounding, wondering who would break this fragile balance next and what earth-shattering collision would ensue!
Mo Yu gently released her son, shielding him behind her, and slowly stood up.
The warmth on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling indifference and murderous intent that seemed to freeze everything.
He first glanced at Qing Yanjing, whose eyes were filled with tears but also with a smile, and gave her a reassuring look that said, "I'm here for you." Then, his chaotic eyes, like the coldest lightning bolts, pierced towards the ashamed and angry Mohe Tian and the solemn-faced Futu Xuan.
The moment of warmth has passed.
Next, it's time to settle the overall accounts.
The invisible pressure of the holy order clashed violently in the air, causing the space to groan in agony as it was about to break out into a great battle!
