Chapter 1348: Innate Suppression

The being in the mother-gold armor knelt on the ground, completely abandoning its previous arrogance. Its body trembled, its hair disheveled, and fear was evident in its eyes.

Everyone was stunned and deeply surprised. Just moments ago, this being had been so arrogant. What could possibly make it suddenly prostrate itself on the ground, kowtowing to the very person it had intended to "make use of as a discarded waste"? What was the meaning of this?

Then, people turned to look at Yu Shang. His condition was extraordinary; a peculiar aura of vital energy was steaming around him, enveloping him completely.

His previously pale complexion had turned rosy, showing a tendency to transform into the youthful face of an elder.

This was a phoenix-like rebirth; he was undergoing a complete metamorphosis.

Many gasped in surprise. Those who knew understood that Yu Shang was already in his twilight years, with only a few months left to live. His vital energy was depleted, and his body was failing. At his stage, his combat power had drastically diminished, with very little remaining.

Otherwise, how could he have been beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the being in mother-gold armor, unable to retaliate? His physical condition was simply too poor.

However, some astute observers realized that Yu Shang's transformation was problematic; it didn't seem like a normal evolution, as he hadn't broken through his physical limitations.

Instead, the extraordinary blood within him was boiling, intertwining to form laws and ancestral order patterns, supporting his physique and making him stronger.

Simultaneously, as the boiling, unusual blood and special lineage revived, under the blessing of this order, it naturally suppressed the person opposite him.

"Ancestor, did you see my humiliation and grant me this opportunity?" Yu Shang muttered to himself.

This was because, not long ago, he had been utterly mortified, almost blasted into oblivion. A descendant of the Heavenly Emperor, openly mocked as "waste to be recycled."

At that moment, his body trembled. If not for a lingering concern, he truly would have self-detonated.

He wanted to live. He wanted to see Yao Yao, the only potential surviving descendant of his lineage.

He had lost all his children, slaughtered by the family that hated the Heavenly Emperor's lineage, leaving him without heirs.

"Ancestor, thank you,"

Yu Shang whispered. He understood what was happening: the mark revived within his blood had granted him all this, allowing the "Heavenly Venerate Domain" he unleashed to suppress the person opposite, causing his enemy to tremble with fear.

Especially at this moment, the deceased ancestor emitted a final residual wave, washing over Yu Shang's heart and making even his depleted blood surge and grow hot.

"In those days, our clan was unrivaled across heaven and earth! Who would dare insult an Emperor? How dare the descendants of a being who failed to compete with an Emperor threaten us?"

"Kill!"

Yu Shang roared, his body engulfed in towering flames of light.

He stepped forward, and golden divine lotuses of the Great Dao appeared beneath his feet, appearing and disappearing with each stride, as if he were traversing a sea of stars. With one foot landing, countless stars in the heavens and earth shimmered.

This was Yu Shang's power in his prime, a resurgence of his peak Heavenly Venerate energy.

"You—"

The man in mother-gold armor was extremely unwilling. He wanted to stand up, feeling utterly humiliated, almost vomiting blood. Yet, he remained kneeling, his body trembling under the immense pressure.

Before this, he had easily made Yu Shang bleed from all seven orifices with a mere raise of his hand; Yu Shang was no match for him.

But now, he was sent flying. As Yu Shang's foot landed, the mother-gold armor on his body was kicked inward, forming a large dent.

The being spat out a mouthful of blood tinged with purple qi, then flipped backward through the air, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Everyone was astonished. Regardless of their strength, they quickly retreated. This was a Heavenly Venerate battle; if it fully erupted, many would be crushed into bloody paste, turn to ashes, and all would perish!

"How dare you insult me, you old immortal, from a clan once held captive by my people!" the being roared furiously.

These were his true feelings; he felt immense rage. How could an aging Heavenly Venerate, whose vital energy was nearly depleted and whom he had once trampled underfoot, now dare to strike him?

Upon hearing this, Yu Shang's face, which had just returned to calm, again flushed crimson. *Was this what his enemy truly thought?*

Upon reflection, his clan was indeed nearly extinct. Some of his descendants had been kept captive for experiments, and he himself had survived like a soulless puppet until now, truly as the opponent had described.

Instantly, Heavenly Venerate Yu Shang's anger soared, his energy surging explosively, almost threatening to burst this entire world.

Yuan Ling roared, his mother-gold armor glowing. He wanted to fight back, to kill Heavenly Venerate Yu Shang.

However, the unique vital energy from his opponent and the expansion of the strange Heavenly Venerate Domain suppressed Yuan Ling so heavily that he couldn't lift his head and was utterly overwhelmed.

Yu Shang kicked Yuan Ling flying, then pursued, kicking him repeatedly, nearly causing him to explode on the spot.

At this moment, Yu Shang stood in mid-air, his entire essence transformed. He was radiant, and the humiliation he had suffered seemed largely dispelled.

Yuan Ling's mouth was full of bloody froth. His mother-gold armor glowed and clanged, then erupted with sky-piercing silver light, and the dented armor restored itself.

He roared, his pupils emitting an eerie light, and unleashed a secret technique—a psychic attack intended to sever Yu Shang's soul light.

However, it was ineffective. The purple sword embryo conjured by his psychic attack ignited and then exploded a distance away from Yu Shang.

Yuan Ling grunted, unable to help but stumble backward. His forehead was bleeding; his mind had been corroded in retaliation, causing his head to split with pain.

Yu Shang seemed to have returned to his youth, his body brimming with vital energy and vibrant life. He instantly teleported close to Yuan Ling and unleashed a punch that twisted heaven and earth. The entire firmament was squeezed and deformed; it appeared as if he was bringing an entire world crashing down.

"You—"

Yuan Ling was shocked and furious. He had exhausted all his efforts, yet he still couldn't shake off that suppression. There was simply no way to break free from this state.

His entire body trembled. Even as he exerted all his energy to resist, he continued to shake, and his soul remained gripped by fear. He refused to accept this; it was not his true will.

Yet, his body betrayed him, as if it had encountered a natural predator, being utterly suppressed.

For a moment, he seemed to hear the wailing of his own blood.

His fear intensified. For a split second, he felt he understood the mindset of his clan's ancestor, who had competed with an Emperor and failed so miserably, losing faith and confidence, and remaining in seclusion for eons, still unable to emerge from that shadow.

"Argh!" he screamed.

But what could he change? That punch landed on him, collapsing his chest, shattering bones inside, and sinking the mother-gold armor, severely damaging his body.

He continuously coughed up blood, his body sent flying.

He tried to escape, but Yu Shang's vital energy and the unique Heavenly Venerate Domain acted like a magnet drawing a nail, binding him tightly.

He couldn't even escape, despite his attempts.

"Boom!"

Yu Shang pursued, lightning and thunder appearing behind him, intertwining to form a set of luminous wings for him. Bearing symbols of order, he blasted forward.

"Argh!"

Yuan Ling screamed in agony, sent tumbling through the sky. The Heavenly Venerate energy he unleashed dimmed the firmament, as if on the verge of a massive explosion.

However, all this energy was absorbed by Yu Shang's domain, unable to truly spread out, and was confined to the air.

"I'll kill you, you old immortal, you piece of trash! You had no combat power left, you should have been in your grave! How dare you, in a moment of resurgence, insult me!"

Yuan Ling's eyes were red with rage from the assault, his spiritual fluctuations intense. He felt he was going insane, utterly unable to endure such humiliation.

But despite his indignation, despite his roars and counterattacks, he was still sent flying, his bones crackling incessantly, an unknown number of them broken.

Finally, Yu Shang slammed the man to the ground with his foot, his whole body glowing like a human-shaped lightning bolt. He erupted with a terrifying aura, and dense symbols of order pulsed through his sole into Yuan Ling.

"Ah! What are you doing?!"

Yuan Ling shrieked in horror.

Yu Shang did not kill him; instead, he was severing his Dao bones, annihilating the ordered soul light within him, and stripping away the very essence of his Great Dao.

"You clan, return my children's lives!" Yu Shang growled.

Tears streamed down his face as he thought of his lovely daughter as a child, who grew up to achieve the God King position, ranking among the top few in the Yang Realm, only to be cruelly murdered by members of this very clan.

He also remembered his two sons, both brutally slaughtered, leaving him alone and helpless.

Even his disciples and followers were almost entirely wiped out. He felt like the most ominous person; anyone connected to him seemed destined to die.

He stripped away Yuan Ling's Heavenly Venerate blood and incinerated his Dao origin.

"Ah!"

Yuan Ling screamed in terror. He had been crippled; his Heavenly Venerate Dao fruit was completely severed, and he plummeted directly to the God King level.

Yu Shang kicked him flying, causing his body to split into pieces.

However, the armor remained intact, not broken, only dented, preventing his flesh and blood from fully separating.

Everyone stared in disbelief. The once indomitable Yuan clan member was now in such a tragic state, reduced to this. It was indeed true that the descendants of the Heavenly Emperor should not be bullied too severely or insulted, lest unforeseen consequences arise.

"Serves them right! That Heavenly Emperor had immense merits in the world back then. How could they so greatly humiliate his descendants, even keeping them captive? Are they tired of living? Aren't they afraid that the Heavenly Emperor's legions might one day return to the Yang Realm?"

"He has already received his retribution!"

Some people spoke up, even the prehistoric old masters couldn't help but whisper such remarks.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Yu Shang felt his unique blood gradually calm down. The order runes were no longer agitated, and his body was no longer scorching hot.

The special Heavenly Venerate Domain he had gained became translucent, and he returned to his normal state.

He felt somewhat weak, and his body was no longer as vigorous.

On the ground, a wisp of mother qi emerged, emitting a fluctuation: "I cannot alter your destiny. The path of life and death remains unchanged. What is your final wish now?"

The meaning of these words was clear: normally, Yu Shang had only a few months of life left, and no one could change that reality.

This wisp of mother qi surprisingly emitted such fluctuations, possessing a certain sentience and speaking to him, which astonished Yu Shang.

"I wish to see my only descendant, Yao Yao. Even if she is dead, I want to see a trace of her. Otherwise, I cannot rest in peace."

The mother qi enveloped him and carried him away from there, towards the edge of the world.

Behind them, everyone's hair stood on end. What was that? A mere wisp of mother qi that once spilled from a Heavenly Emperor's weapon could be like this, displaying sentience here!

"Don't tell me that one is truly alive, and his weapon still possesses sentience. A wisp of mother qi reappearing in the world seems to be proving something!"

Many people exclaimed in shock.

"Wait! I need to take Cao De with me!" Yu Shang shouted from the edge of the world.

"Not long ago, when your ancestor vanished, the final scene was already revealed; everything there has been reflected. There is no need to change anything. My sentience has long since declined, and I cannot find your descendant Yao Yao. I am merely taking you to the place closest to her, where you might see her or her remains."

Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, Yuan Ling, who had been on the ground, had now climbed to his feet and reformed his body.

His eyes were filled with venomous malice as he stared in the direction Yu Shang had disappeared.

Then, he looked towards the secret realm.

"Heh heh, Yu Shang has gone senile; he didn't take you. No, it's that wisp of mother qi whose sentience has dulled. It actually didn't take you, who bears the mark. It seems the Heavenly Emperor met an accident and died, which is why the mother qi's sentience also stiffened. Haha!"

With that, he charged towards the secret realm. As he did so, he suppressed his cultivation to the Great Saint realm, intending to break in.

He roared, "Even though I've been crippled, I am still a God King! Our clan's Heavenly Venerates should also be nearby. All the original plans remain unchanged; we still need to obtain the mark of Yu Shang's lineage!"

Chu Feng looked on disdainfully. Was he still afraid of a God King now?

Even if this person possessed the life experience of a Heavenly Venerate and incredibly seasoned methods, Chu Feng remained unconcerned; he was supremely confident.

"You cripple, how dare you spout nonsense to this Great Saint? Don't you see where you are? Call me grandpa, and I might spare your life!"

Chu Feng spoke plainly, and quite calmly.

At that moment, Yuan Ling first froze in disbelief, then felt his lungs about to burst. He was completely thrown off balance, his blood boiling. Before he even made a move, he felt like he was going to explode.

Who said there were no updates? Here they are. Also, I need to go write another chapter.