Imperial God Emperor

Chapter 649 - Could it be...

Translator: Aran

“So strong!” Ye Qingyu looked at the sight in astonishment.

The figures that were constantly fighting made him feel the true power of peak experts for the first time. His heart was constantly surging with battle intent, and his entire body was faintly emitting a thin layer of veil-like halo of silver light.

Just then——

Among the dozens of different race experts, one Human Race figure gradually rose above the others.

“It's him...” Ye Qingyu's eyes flashed with surprise.

The Asura figure, whose yuan qi was rising sharply, was the matchless expert in the previous two scenes.

“Are these fragment-like scenes, a memory replaying that is stored in the formation...” He was still in a daze, but seemed to have touched upon the tiniest of hints.

As the battle continued, experts were constantly falling. The previous tens of foreign race experts were successively injured and plunged down the mountain. Finally, after a few scenes flashed across, only two figures were left standing on the peak of the mountain.

One of them was the matchless expert of the Human Race.

And the other, was an enormous figure whose outline looked like that of a foreign race.

Although its face was unclear, but the body was exuding blue yuan qi flames.

Among the blue flames, a dark-red light, like a blazing lightning, was wildly dancing, and like sharp saw teeth, frantically biting in all directions. The imposing manner was extremely chilling and frightening. And the air he was situated in was being twisted and bent by a tyrannical power. All the rays of light within a distance of ten feet were scattered into specks of light by the invisible force.

What was more frightening was that the oppressive power was penetrating through the light screen toward Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingyu once again felt a stifling pressure just like when was watching the first scene.

He had no choice but to activate his power in order to resist the pressure, before he could continue watching the scene.

“The strength of this foreign race expert seems a little stronger...”

Ye Qingyu, feeling an oppressive feeling in his heart and looking at the blue brilliance of the qi flames shooting into the sky, was inevitably worried.

But when he tried hard to see the appearance of the two figures clearer, the scene once again blurred. All sacred mountain, clouds and mist, and those figures had vanished from the light screen.

“Is it over again? The fourth scene has also ended, but the puzzle is still not clearer. The figure of the foreign race expert, who could it be?” Ye Qingyu sighed lightly, also perhaps he already had a answer in his mind, but he was uncertain of the truth.

That kind of elegance, that kind of spirit, who was he?

As Ye Qingyu fell into a trance, the light screen on the jade stone table was suddenly flashing again. historical

The fifth scene appeared.

“Is it...?” He immediately looked intently, trying to see the outcome of the showdown on the summit.

But before him it was no longer the scene of the peak of the sacred mountain.

A new scene suddenly appeared.

This time the scene was still an incomparably chaotic battle, but unlike before, the peerless figure, who jumped out from the rock, had sustained severe injury, and was dripping with blood...

“Could it be...? He's dead?” Ye Qingyu felt a tightness in his heart.

He carefully tried to identify the figure that was besieged and caught in a deadlock.

Roar!

An earth-shattering hissing roar suddenly came from the scene.

The solemnity and mournfulness of the voice was greater than the power of when the foreign race experts were destroyed before.

It came from the peerless figure!

Ye Qingyu scrunched up his brows tightly.

Suddenly the matchless figure was glowing with golden light. He found a gap in the chaotic fight, leapt forward, soaring into the void, and tearing the void with his bare hands.

Hiss!

The void suddenly seemed like it was covered by a piece of cloth, a crack was being abruptly ripped open by the hands of the matchless figure.

And the matchless figure that was stained with blood suddenly flashed, vanishing between the cracks.

“Running away?” For some reason, seeing the matchless figure disappear in the void crack, Ye Qingyu’s tightly tugging heart was suddenly relaxed.

However, how strong was he to be able to tear apart a void crack with his bare hands?

At this time, he was staring at the gradually fading scene of the chaotic battle in puzzlement, as if his heart was being tangled in twine.

“Where is this?” Ye Qingyu asked puzzledly.

The scene before him was not completely gone, and instead seemed to have switched to another place. The matchless figure re-appeared in a completely unfamiliar domain.

This domain was like a desolate jungle, looked primitive, barren, with sand rolling, and yellow clouds that filled the sky.

This scene made Ye Qingyu sigh.

From a scene where the world was fighting for supremacy to a barren and desolate domain. What happened to the matchless figure?

Why would he be attacked by foreign races again and again?

In the light screen.

The next scene was no longer linked, just some broken and scattered memories.

The first scene was the wounded and very weak matchless figure encountering a group of nomadic people in a desert.

And the second scene was the matchless figure in the tent of the group of nomads. There were also several young martial artists of the Human Race chatting and drinking merrily.

“It seems that, it was them who saved him...” Ye Qingyu said thoughtfully.

Then the next scene appeared. Under the starry night, the daughter of the leader of the group of nomads rested her head on the shoulder of the matchless hero...

In other words, the matchless hero in this domain not only gained friendship, but also met love...

Ye Qingyu, through the ever-changing scenes, guessed what this matchless figure had experienced.

The next few images flashed by very quickly.

If Ye Qingyu had not paid fixed attention, concentrated with his divine sense, he most likely would have missed some information.

In the fragments of scenes before, the matchless figure was already seriously injured, exhausted. In the next few scenes that flashed across, he had gradually restored his strength.

But during this long recovery, he married the daughter of the leader of the group and had a child, and created many systems and rules in that originally barren domain. The Human Race gradually expanded and many experts and masters were cultivated, and as a result he gained incredibly prestige...

The scene was suddenly blurred again at the scene of the growing number of people and the developed cities and towns in the domain.

Ye Qingyu stretched out two fingers, gently rubbing his temples, and slowly breathed out.

Such a long time of concentrating his divine sense had made him a little fatigued.

After a moment.

Suddenly there was a flash of brilliance in the light screen.

Slightly closing his eyes to rest, Ye Qingyu’s eyes suddenly shot wide, carefully looking toward the light screen.

“Bamboo grove...” Ye Qingyu knitted his brows in puzzlement.

The domain in the scene seemed to be the previous barren world. However, this time there were mountains and water flowing across, and the world seemed to have been injected with new life force and vitality.

There were not only fertile fields and forests, but also clans and towns formed of the Human Race.

And as the scene changed gradually it came to a stop under the shade of a faint bamboo forest.

Two black, gold-plated, robed figures came into Ye Qingyu's view.

“It's the matchless expert and his wife...”

The rear view of the matchless figure in the scene looked a little lonely, and with the intent to leave.

While the beautifully and gracefully dressed woman who faintly exuded majesty looked sad. On her blurred face, there were beads of clear tears, like a broken necklace of pearls, constantly falling onto her lapel and the grass.

“What about the baby?” Ye Qingyu said puzzledly.

He remembered in a scene that previously flashed across in which the matchless expert and the daughter of a tribe were married with a baby in their arms.

This scene was evidently a scene of farewell. The matchless expert suddenly exerted strength, leaping into the sky. The rear view of him standing in the void gave off a hint of loneliness, a reluctance to part, but even more, a silent determination.

Hiss!

At the end of the void in the scene, a space-time crack was forcibly ripped open by the matchless expert. He did not turn his head back, and did not hesitate, disappearing in the cracks with a flash...

The scene on the light screen also dimmed...

After that Ye Qingyu waited for several moments, but only the rippling light screen remained. There was no longer any scenes appearing...

Why did the matchless expert have to leave?

Why didn't his wife go with him?

The baby in their arms was their child?

Where did the child go?

Too many mysteries filled Ye Qingyu's mind. At this moment it was as though he had fallen into a pool filled with algae and was completely bound.

All this, what was it telling him?

Ye Qingyu again gazed at the halo of light emitted by the medal, but it seemed to have fallen into a strange silence. There was not the slightest of change happening.

Silence.

A long silence.

Ye Qingyu stood tall and upright, motionlessly where he was. It seemed that even his breathing could not be heard.

……

An hour passed.

He still remembered all the scenes that appeared in his divine sense.

Like there was a spinning lantern in his head, the fragments of the scenes were playing back again and again.

Ye Qingyu was like a person who couldn’t swim, who had suddenly fallen into the ocean.

He seemed to have caught something, but there was nothing caught in his hand.

Another half an hour past.

He began to recall the time he was struck by heavenly lightning, which left him seriously injured and unconscious for a period of time. Yu Junhan said something to him back then.

“If what she said is true, then Yu Junhan should be the daughter of the leader of the tribe, who later on became the princess of the Human Race...”

In the midst of thousands of strands, Ye Qingyu seemed to have finally grasped a little trace.

“It is highly possible that the Human Race tribe was the most primitive Yu clan… And the Yu clan, with the help of that matchless figure, rose in their domain... In other words, the current Heaven Wasteland Domain…”

It was as though a faintly discernible, narrow stone path had gradually appeared within the layers upon layers of fog. Ye Qingyu was taking small steps at a time, cautiously and carefully moving forward, in case he missed something, or lost the real path to follow——