Yunyan!
Two simple words, yet they struck Ye Chen's heart like two terrifying Ancient Divine Mountains, causing his heart to tremble. That peerlessly fierce punch could no longer descend.
If others might still harbor doubts, how could Ye Chen not know what this name represented?
To truly trace it back, in his previous life as Qian Yue, he had undergone Samsara, all to rescue another beloved wife, Yu Qing. He had willingly chosen reincarnation and rebirth at the peak of the Deity Transformation realm, foregoing entry into the Saint Vault.
He lost all memories, entering a world called Earth in a state of ignorance, growing from an infant. Later, upon reaching adulthood, he awakened, gradually recovering the various memories of his past life as Qian Yue.
During this gradual awakening, he had entered another seemingly illusory world for training, traversing time and space to an ancient era, arriving at a place called the Divine Domain Ancient Kingdom. He experienced many, many things there, and even married a princess named Yunyan.
At that time, Yunyan was also carrying his child. But he had always believed it was all illusory, not real.
Yet now, the mother of Battle Saint Qian Xun was also called Yunyan.
Ye Chen desperately wanted to ask: Is this Yunyan not that Yunyan?
But Battle Saint Qian Xun seemed to know his thoughts, sneering coldly at this heartless person: "My mother, Yunyan, is the princess of the Divine Domain Ancient Kingdom."
That simple sentence completely shattered Ye Chen's illusions. Simultaneously, shackles within Battle Saint Qian Xun's body shattered, the Saint Body's golden blood energy erupting completely, resembling a vast ocean.
More importantly, the moment those shackles collapsed, a special feeling suddenly spread from the depths of Ye Chen's heart.
This feeling was just like when he first met Little Chenxi—a sensation that blood is thicker than water, a desire for closeness and intimacy, irreplaceable. Yet it came from his enemy before him, Battle Saint Qian Xun.
Without a doubt, all of this was enough to explain everything.
The Battle Saint Qian Xun before him was very likely his kin. And this likelihood might even mean he was his... son!
Just thinking of this possibility made Ye Chen's heart tremble uncontrollably. He looked at Battle Saint Qian Xun in disbelief, wanting to deny it.
But this feeling that blood is thicker than water told him so truthfully.
Qian Xun truly was his son.
Because he was Yunyan's child, and Princess Yunyan had been carrying his flesh and blood.
Moreover, he was a Battle Sacred Body. Although the Saint Body bloodline could only be achieved by cultivating the Battle Saint Art, it wasn't entirely impossible.
When all of this could be reasonably explained, Ye Chen's heart trembled violently, a storm of emotions raging within. Then, a bitter smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Just moments ago, he had almost killed his own son.
Father and son fighting each other—what an ironic scene. Yet it had truly happened before his eyes.
Ye Chen looked closely at Battle Saint Qian Xun, at his features. Upon careful inspection, they did bear some resemblance to his previous life.
"Qian Xun, Qian Xun... 'Qian' as the surname, and a Saint Body... I should have realized it long ago..." Ye Chen smiled bitterly. How could there be so many coincidences in the world? There had long been many clues indicating Qian Xun's identity as his son.
It was just too shocking, too unbelievable to consider.
Qian Xun chuckled coldly, saying nothing.
In the distant sky, the various powerhouses were puzzled. Clearly, the Battle Saint King held absolute superiority and could have delivered a fatal blow to Battle Saint Qian Xun. Why, in the end, had he not struck? Moreover, observing the Battle Saint King's expression, it was very strange, causing suspicion.
"Dad?"
Yaya and Little Chenxi were also puzzled, wanting to ask, but that space was isolated, preventing outsiders from probing.
Yet many were curious about what had transpired between the two, leading to such a reversal at the critical moment.
Suppressing the tremor in his heart, Ye Chen spoke softly: "Is your mother... well?"
Asking this, Ye Chen felt a nervousness he hadn't experienced in countless years resurface in his heart.
He remembered that gentle woman, unchanged as ever. He never expected she wasn't an illusion, but real. Waves of longing surged within him, a deep concern. Even his gaze towards this son, whose identity was now confirmed, softened.
Facing the gentle gaze of the Battle Saint King—nominally his father—Battle Saint Qian Xun also felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart. But in an instant, he hardened his resolve, saying coldly: "My mother is well. She doesn't need the concern of a heartless person like you. You should go on enjoying yourself with your other beautiful wives." He chuckled coldly.
"I'm sorry."
Ye Chen had never been good at expressing emotions. Faced with this situation, apart from apologizing, he didn't know how to dispel the misunderstanding.
Should he say he always thought Yunyan was just an illusion, not real?
Undoubtedly, that sounded laughable, but he had always believed it.
Hearing this, Battle Saint Qian Xun burst into loud laughter, his laughter tinged with a peculiar sorrow: "Sorry? Hahaha... I never thought the peerless Battle Saint King would apologize to someone."
Then his tone shifted abruptly, coldness assailing their faces: "But you're apologizing to the wrong person. Not me, but my mother. She waited for you for many years, but you never returned to find her, betraying her wait. Now I finally understand—you found a few more beautiful wives and abandoned my mother. But that's fine. It's good for my mother to see your true, beastly nature, to see what kind of person you really are."
To this, Ye Chen could only offer a bitter smile. He had no words to refute, especially now that this person was his own flesh and blood. He shook his head: "Things aren't as you imagine. Please tell me your mother's address. I will find her."
"Don't even think about it," Battle Saint Qian Xun sternly refused, his voice icy: "Originally, I wanted to tie you up and drag you back to kowtow and confess your crimes to my mother. But now it's unnecessary. A man who abandons his wife and child like you should just live and die on your own. My mother has me, and that's enough."
How could Ye Chen allow this? If he hadn't known, it would be one thing. But now, knowing Yunyan was real, that she had borne him a child with the Saint Body bloodline, he was filled with immense guilt, wanting to see that gentle, virtuous woman immediately.
No matter what, Yunyan was his wife. He had to bring her back.
"What must I do for you to forgive me?" Ye Chen looked at Qian Xun, speaking softly with apology.
Qian Xun's gaze instantly blazed many times brighter. Word by word, carrying icy killing intent, he said: "If I said I want you to commit suicide before me, would you be willing?"
Hearing this, Ye Chen grinned, his teeth gleaming white: "If it means your forgiveness, then as you wish!"