The War of Slaying the Heavens, the great war between the two realms, had far-reaching effects. Even those as powerful as Martial Gods were nothing more than the lowest-level cannon fodder.
Because this war often involved those above the Heavenly God realm, and there would even be Divine Spirits of the Saint realm taking part in the battle. Once such existences made a move, they could shatter the void and affect vast territories spanning tens of thousands of miles. If a Martial God went up and was casually swept by a stray ripple, they would only meet their end, with no chance of escape.
Although Ye Ao had become stronger than before, he was only newly stepping into the Martial God realm. He had no real influence on the entire War of Slaying the Heavens. Even if he were as powerful as Heavenly God Ye Chen, he could not be allowed to participate in the war. It was somewhat selfish, but because he was Ye Chen's father, he was indispensable.
Sometimes, the reason was just that simple.
Ye Ao smiled faintly, suddenly looking up at the flawless starry sky, dotted with stars, their brilliance converging into a splendid galaxy.
He said softly, "Chen'er, this is my home, the home of the Ye family for generations, where we have lived for ages. I don't want to leave this place. Do you understand?"
Ye Chen's heart trembled, and he fell silent. His father had made the decision to fight.
Suddenly, Ye Chen smiled and said, "Father, do you know that only those above the Martial God level can participate in the War of Slaying the Heavens?"
Ye Ao was taken aback. "Am I not a Martial God?"
"Father was in the past, but now, and for the next ten years, you will not be." Ye Chen gave a light laugh. Ye Ao suddenly seemed to understand something and looked at him urgently, saying, "Chen'er, you can't do this. Your father is not a coward."
"Father is not a coward, but your son cannot let you go to your death either. I'm sorry, Father." Ye Chen made his move. Without waiting for Ye Ao to react, he shot out a divine light that entered his body, instantly transforming into a series of runes that sealed his Primordial Spirit and suppressed more than half of the divine power within him.
This was Ye Chen applying a seal, sealing Ye Ao's cultivation.
Now, with his strength sealed, Ye Ao's power was less than thirty percent of what it used to be. He was still strong, but he was no longer at the Martial God level.
In other words, he was not qualified to participate in the War of Slaying the Heavens.
"Father, I have left a seal within your body. Your strength is now at most comparable to the peak of the ninth level of Xiantian, but you are no longer a Martial God. Don't hope that anyone can undo this seal for you. Unless Supreme Divine Spirits like Great Sage Hong Tian or the old Academy Head of Tian Du Academy make a move, even a peak Heavenly God would be helpless." Ye Chen said softly.
However, if danger were encountered, this seal would not only cease to suppress but would even transform into a surge of mighty divine power, allowing Ye Ao to temporarily rival a Heavenly God and engage in battle.
Naturally, he could not say this. This was the trump card he left for Ye Ao. If his father knew, he would probably use it to participate in the War of Slaying the Heavens and kill enemies.
Knowing he could not resist this reality, Ye Ao could only sigh helplessly and say, "Chen'er, why must you do this? This will make your father a sinner. In the future, when facing our ancestors, I will feel ashamed in my heart."
Ye Chen shook his head. "The so-called sinner will be borne by me. I have long been prepared for this. Father, do you know that you and Mother are among the few relatives I have in this life? Whether in this life or the previous one, if something happens to you, you must understand that I will go mad. I don't know what I might do."
"For your sake, even if the entire Tian Du Continent falls, I don't care. As long as you are still alive, that is enough!"
Ye Ao's heart trembled. Looking at this son, a warmth suddenly flowed through his heart. His intentions, as a father, how could he not understand?
Forget it, forget it. Let it be as his son wishes.
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In the dead of night, Ye Chen did not sleep, nor did he cultivate. He was alone at the peak of the rear mountain, lying back in the grass, gazing at the star-filled night sky, motionless, lost in thought.
He was pondering a solution, thinking about how best to protect his family and his clan.
The great war between the two realms was imminent, with flames of war raging everywhere, possibly sweeping over every inch of the Tian Du Continent. Xia Feng Kingdom naturally could not be spared.
He worried that the flames of war would spread to Luo Feng City and affect his family. This was a scene he did not wish to see.
He was thinking about how to keep his family out of the conflict, untouched by the war, and preserved.
But doing so was destined to be difficult. Even he felt a sense of powerlessness because his strength was not yet great enough. He could be called a king among the young generation, but he was far from being invincible under the heavens.
Even if he fought against a Divine Spirit of the Saint realm, he would only face certain death. The experts crossing over would definitely not be limited to one or two Divine Spirits; there would be at least more than ten.
He was not sure if former friends from his past life like War King, Tai Su King, or Peacock King would cross over this time, so he needed to make thorough preparations.
Sleepless throughout the night, as the sun rose in the east, Ye Chen stood up and let out a long sigh. "Old Yan, I hope you can help me."
Old Yan's figure drifted out and looked at him. "How do you want me to help you?"
"I want you, Old Yan, to open up an other-dimensional space. It doesn't need to be hidden within the plane void; reality is safer. Then I will arrange an array formation, and you can help construct it, creating a grand formation that generates a world, erasing all traces so that even Saint realm supreme experts cannot detect it." Ye Chen said. This was the method he had thought of after pondering all night.
He wanted to take them out of the King's Ancient Path, even into the myriad realms, but the King's Ancient Path had restrictions, and his father Ye Ao would definitely not leave the family.
Old Yan shook his head. "No need for such trouble. The world where the King's Ancient Path is located will suffice. It is far more stable and secure than any world I could open. Once closed, even supreme experts of the Saint Treasury Realm would be unable to breach it. I'm afraid even Heavenly King Invincibles above that level would have a headache."
The King's Ancient Path was a world opened by an ancient Great Sage. No matter how ordinary it seemed, it far surpassed the worlds of Divine Spirits because such Great Sages possessed the supreme means to transform decay into magic.
Ye Chen frowned. "It's not that I haven't thought of it, but the King's Ancient Path has age restrictions. That is the biggest limitation."
If he brought his family into the King's Ancient Path, given his current status, he could manage it, and others would not dare to say much. After all, he was the strongest among the younger generation, and in the future, when the younger generation seeds left the Tian Du Continent and entered the myriad realms, they would still need his leadership.
Old Yan smiled slightly, with such confidence, and said softly, "No need to worry. Perhaps others cannot do it, but as long as it is handed to me, I can temporarily alter the rule power of the King's Ancient Path, allowing the entire Ye family to join the King's Ancient Path without issue."
Ye Chen trembled, looking at the illusory Old Yan. For some reason, it was as if he saw a great existence standing between heaven and earth, towering and majestic, with a heroic bearing that overshadowed the world.
It was as if he saw a—
Supreme One Great Emperor!