Chapter 1407: That Clan...

After Chen Gu heard what Kong said, a look of respect suddenly appeared on his face. If Kong was the object of Chen Gu's worship, then his biological father was the object of Chen Gu's most respect and even his goal.

But Chen Gu shook his head and said, "Father has been in seclusion in the depths of the ancestral land since he was born successfully. He has never come out of seclusion. He only issues decrees when there is something, so I don't know what level father has reached now."

"Each of the ten evil emperor beasts has a peak bloodline. Their innate conditions and luck are far beyond ordinary creatures. But before that shackle, all beings will become equal. Whether they can break through is no longer based on the so-called bloodline or so-called qualifications, but on the refinement of the true self. Chance, luck, and timing are indispensable. They can only be understood but not explained."

"In the practice of the Dao, creatures with the highest starting point will also fail, and creatures with the lowest starting point will finally step into the hope. Before the Dao, all creatures are equal."

Although it was just a faint shadow, Kong's words had a kind of truth flowing in them, and there was also a boundless loneliness, which made Chen Gu stand in awe after hearing it, as if he had realized something.

"When you were resurrected in the past, I retained a little of your flesh and blood. Today, I used it as the origin to create a brand new rebellious demon. In a sense, he is your direct bloodline." =Cool t craftsman t first 4 shots,?

Kong's words suddenly made Chen Gu seem to understand, and he immediately understood.

"So that's it! I understand, no wonder I have a bloodline induction, and only you, my benefactor, have such a great means to do this. That human cultivator, is he your... descendant?"

Chen Gu's cross-shaped dark gold pupils reflected Ye Wuque tied to the bronze pillar on the top of the heavens and all worlds, and asked this question.

As the immortal king, Chen Gu just didn't pay attention before, but now he can see Ye Wuque's extraordinaryness with a little careful look!

"I guess so..."

Kong said lightly, and it was impossible to see whether he was sad or happy, but there was a hint of inexplicable in his tone, as if he was missing something.

"The blood in this boy's body is extremely extraordinary, but it is sealed! What a big deal! It turns out that the seal is set with the corpse of the Immortal King as the origin! No! This breath that settles deep in the soul and flesh is too unique. Could it be..."

A fierce light surged from Chen Gu's cross-shaped pupils. Chen Gu carefully examined Ye Wuque, and then seemed to think of something, and his expression instantly moved!

"If it is really the blood of that clan, how could this boy be in such a weak realm? Maybe this is the handiwork of the benefactor?"

After some investigation, Chen Gu muttered to himself, his eyes surged, and he was shocked, but he did not ask.

Because Chen Gu knew that if he should know it, the benefactor would definitely tell him, and if the benefactor did not say it, he would not say anything.

But Chen Gu stared at Ye Wuque, and another idea surged in his heart.

Since this boy is the descendant of the benefactor and is from that clan, if there is a chance, he can get close to him.

Immediately, Chen Gu thought of his unborn son, and a faint smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"My benefactor, since it is your work, Chen Gu will not bother you any more. I will report today's matter to my father when I go back, and he will be very happy. If my benefactor is free and willing to come to my Tian Yao lineage, Chen Gu will definitely welcome you!"

After saying that, Chen Gu once again bowed deeply to the sky!

Immediately, Chen Gu took another deep look at Ye Wuque on the top of the heavens and myriad worlds, and then left.

Tian Yao is extremely fast and disappears in a flash!

It was as if Chen Gu had never appeared from beginning to end.

This different-dimensional space has restored the silence of eternity, only the faint shadow stands alone, as if looking up at the sky, and no one knows its loneliness.

On the top of the heavens and myriad worlds, a bronze pillar stands between heaven and earth, and a figure is tied to it, it is Ye Wuque.

And at this moment, Ye Wuque looks... miserable!

There are no birds singing or flowers blooming in this world, only scorching sunshine, whistling and biting winds, and surging rainstorms.

The evil of spring, the burning of summer, the resentment of autumn, and the cruelty of winter!

There are four seasons, but Ye Wuque can only feel the most hurtful side of the four seasons.

At this time, he has been tied to the bronze pillar for more than ten years, experiencing wind and sun, four seasons, year after year, and has been tortured beyond human form!

Even people who are familiar with Ye Wuque can't recognize him now!

The originally thick black hair has now become gray, the hair is dull and decayed, without a little luster, and it is stained with countless dust, just like the spirit.

The fair and handsome face has long been corroded by the wind and rain of the years. Now Ye Wuque is skinny, thin as a dry firewood, with sunken eye sockets, dead skin on his face tightly attached to his face, and his lips are cracked and bloody, but because of repeated cracking, it has already formed a blood scab.

The black iron chains that bound him to the bronze pillar had already grown together with his flesh, and they were inseparable. As long as Ye Wuque moved slightly, the iron chains that had grown into his flesh would begin to tear, and in an instant, his flesh and blood would become a blur. The pain was so severe that it was worse than death.

Ye Wuque was now like a death row prisoner who could die at any time. His cultivation and strong body had long disappeared. He was tortured into this miserable state, and this was just the beginning. He still had more than 900 years to endure.

During the past ten years, Ye Wuque repeatedly asked himself whether he could hold on. The answers he got changed from initial determination to slow hesitation, then to doubt, and finally to resignation and numbness. Now he is on the verge of despair and collapse.

Wind and sun, four seasons.

These eight words seem plain and ordinary, nothing special, but after experiencing and feeling them, Ye Wuque realized how terrifying they were!