90: My Godly Father (Part 21)

That voice resounded through the sky.

"Quan Family, Quan Batian."

"Here to challenge the Sect!"

Within the Soul Control Blessed Land, countless Elders in seclusion were startled awake by this overbearing and peerless voice.

"Quan Batian? He actually dares to cause trouble here!"

"Presumptuous! Do you really think our Soul Control Blessed Land has no one!"

In a magnificent main hall, the Sect Master of the Soul Control Blessed Land suddenly opened his eyes, a fierce glint flashing within them.

He's here.

He still came after all.

During this period, the entire Eastern Region had been in turmoil because of the name "Quan Batian".

The Star-Gazing Grotto-Heaven in Haoyuan Continent was flattened by one person, and the Xuanji Grotto-Heaven in Tianyan Continent was even uprooted.

Countless Grotto-Heaven Blessed Lands were purged in this storm, and several Blessed Lands were even forcibly destroyed by him, their Dao lineages severed.

Those were Blessed Lands!

Above Grotto-Heavens, only then are there Blessed Lands. Only Sects that have given birth to God Realm powerhouses are qualified to be called Blessed Lands.

But now, one after another, Blessed Lands were Vulnerable, destroyed by that person with overwhelming force.

The reason for all this came from that madman who emerged from a sea of blood, Quan Batian!

The Soul Control Sect Master felt a flicker of apprehension, but it was immediately replaced by a stronger killing intent and confidence.

His Soul Control Blessed Land was not like those ordinary Blessed Lands that only had one True God Realm powerhouse supporting them.

"Does he really think he's invincible?" The Sect Master let out a cold laugh. "My Soul Control Blessed Land has a Heavenly God Realm Old Ancestor overseeing it!"

"How dare he attack the mountain gate of my Soul Control Blessed Land? Does he really think we are pushovers?"

"Very good, Quan Batian, since you dare to come, then you shall never return!"

His voice spread throughout the entire Sect.

"All Disciples of the Blessed Land, heed my command! Full alert!"

"Activate the formation!"

"Receive the guest!"

...Tiangeng Continent, Cangyun City.

As the figures of The Cripple and Quan Yun disappeared at the end of the street, the terrifying Sword Intent that had suffocated everyone finally slowly dissipated.

Inside and outside the martial arts arena, countless people collapsed to the ground, exhausted, panting heavily.

At that moment, they truly thought they were going to die.

That Earth Spirit Realm Cangyun Old Ancestor finally dared to crawl up from the ground.

He ignored the ministers around him who tried to help him up, merely staring blankly in the direction the two had left, his body still trembling uncontrollably.

There's no mistake!

He would absolutely not mistake him!

When he was young, he was fortunate enough to follow a true Imperial Dynasty Prodigy and participate in a grand event that he still found incredibly distant even now.

At that grand event, he had seen an astonishing person who he could never forget in his entire life.

That person was exactly like The Cripple just now!

"Old Ancestor, that person... who exactly is he...?" A Spirit King powerhouse stammered forward, asking cautiously.

The Cangyun Old Ancestor's body trembled, reacting violently. He suddenly turned his head and rebuked with an almost terrified gaze.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

"Everyone, keep today's events to yourselves! Anyone who dares to spread even half a word will have their nine generations exterminated!"

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they dared not speak further.

But the shock and curiosity in their hearts reached their peak.

Who exactly was that Cripple?

To make an Earth Spirit Realm Old Ancestor so terrified.

In the crowd, Lin Huanqing stared blankly in the direction Quan Yun disappeared, her expression extremely complicated.

That Mortal Body youth whom she had judged to be without a connection to the Immortal Dao, that pitiful child who knelt and cried before her, just to beg for a Medicinal Pill to save his sister.

In the blink of an eye, he displayed such astonishing and heaven-defying Sword Dao talent.

And his uncle was an even more terrifying existence, one whom even an Earth Spirit Realm Old Ancestor had to kneel before.

What exactly... did she miss?

...Outside Cangyun City, in a sparsely populated wilderness.

The Cripple walked ahead without a word, and Quan Yun followed silently behind him.

At this moment, Quan Yun's mind was in a complete mess.

With the previous great battle, the surging spiritual energy, coupled with the immense impact of The Cripple's appearance, he felt that the thick barrier deep within his mind had finally completely shattered.

Countless memory fragments, unstoppable, surged madly into his consciousness.

Si Yun... Reincarnation... Stat points... He remembered everything.

After the memories had completely fused, Quan Yun was completely dumbfounded.

He looked down at his own body.

"Qi Nurturing Realm?"

After an internal inspection, he almost cursed out loud on the spot.

"Mortal Body?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Didn't I add four thousand points to Aptitude?!

A full four thousand points!

How did I become the purest, most thorough Mortal Body!

Did the System embezzle it?

And family background!

Two thousand points of family background!

And the result? At the beginning, his parents were nowhere to be found, and he and his sickly sister relied on each other, living for six years with no guarantee of their next meal?

This is too outrageous!

Quan Yun was frantically complaining internally.

But he was, after all, an old hand who had undergone countless Reincarnations, so he quickly calmed down.

Something's not right.

He began to carefully sort through the memories of this life.

Soon, a scene deeply buried in his memory was brought to light.

It was when he was just born.

A tall, burly middle-aged man, covered in blood, held his dying self, his eyes filled with grief and determination.

Then, the man took out an ancient small pagoda.

He forcibly embedded that small pagoda into his body, and then... and then there was nothing. How could he remember things when he was so young?

Quan Yun immediately immersed his consciousness into his body.

A dim, lusterless small pagoda was quietly suspended, emitting an aura that seemed to suppress all ages.

He remembered.

When he was six, he was bullied by the village children and hit his head on a rock, falling unconscious.

That time, he should have already awakened his past life's memories.

But just as his memories were about to resurface, this small pagoda suddenly vibrated, releasing a force that forcibly suppressed his Awakening consciousness back down.

So that's how it is.

Quan Yun instantly understood.

The problem lies with this pagoda.

It was it that suppressed his Aptitude, sealed his Meridians, making him appear like a complete Mortal Body.

It was also it that suppressed his past life's memories, only completely unsealing them today.

Two thousand points of family background certainly wouldn't be wasted.

This small pagoda was definitely not simple, being able to suppress his memory Awakening.

Quan Yun's mind became active.

He began to ponder further.

The origin of that small pagoda, the identity of that middle-aged man, and his true identity in this life... just as he thought of this.

"Boom!"

An indescribable terrifying pressure descended without warning.

That pressure was as heavy as a mountain, instantly locking Quan Yun tightly in place.

He felt unable to move, let alone lift a finger; even breathing became incredibly difficult.

And the source of this pressure was actually The Cripple walking in front of him!

Quan Yun was greatly alarmed.

Uncle Cripple?

Why would he do this to him?

He struggled to raise his head and saw The Cripple slowly turn around.

The Cripple's face, which usually carried a hint of drunkenness and laziness, now showed no expression.

His murky eyes became incredibly cold, sharp as swords, as if to see through his very Soul.

It was a scrutinizing, unfamiliar gaze, filled with killing intent.

Quan Yun's heart sank to rock bottom.

He heard The Cripple speak slowly in an extremely cold voice.

"Who exactly are you?"

"What... have you done to little Quan Yun?"