Legendary Clan Chief
Chapter 1489 - 1444: Emperor Clan Patriarch - The Ultimate Mission!

Chapter 1489: Chapter 1444: Emperor Clan Patriarch - The Ultimate Mission!

The Qingmu Imperial Clan, an ancient emperor clan from the Eastern Desolate Land, spans across eras in its clan history, signifying a level of terror one can only imagine.

Despite the rises and falls over the prolonged years, it still stands unwaveringly on the Eastern Desolate Land. Even the oldest of great aristocratic families compared it with those of the Imperial Blood Noble Family, lacking only an emperor.

However, the most peculiar aspect is that, although the Qingmu Imperial Clan has a long inheritance and has seen moments of great prosperity, it has never had a figure so grand and earth-shaking to dominate over All Heavens.

Not to mention an emperor. Yet, such a clan is an enormous entity beyond what outsiders might expect.

A great aristocratic family that is easily overlooked, but such oversight is often followed by the realization of how grave a mistake it was.

In Xiao Chen’s heart, he could not believe that a clan with such elderly ancients in haste to meet him, the Human Saint Child, could be so simple.

Three days later, the elder of the Qingmu Imperial Clan arrived in the Scorpion Clan’s Small World. With neither arrogance nor probing, he straightforwardly appeared via the Teleportation Array.

Clang!

Eight robust figures lifted a mammoth palanquin and settled it before Xiao Chen—upon it was...

A Bronze Coffin three zhang in size!

Hiss!

Gazing upon the sight before him, Xiao Chen couldn’t help but take a sharp breath. The colossal coffin, engraved with ancient patterns and even lined with traces of blood, was not made of bronze but rather Spiritual Wood. Despite an unknown age since its cutting, it still drew spiritual energy from heaven and earth, turning it into a haze of spiritual power that hovered around the coffin.

The eight coffin bearers themselves were a revelation, each one a Supreme Ruler!

The ancient Spiritual Wood massive coffin, carried by eight kings, displayed the supreme might of the Qingmu Imperial Clan to its fullest!

Yet Xiao Chen quickly realized that of the eight kings before him, only the two in front showed any signs of life, while the six figures behind, though brimming with majestic aura, were shrouded in endless Death Qi!

To Xiao Chen, this was not unexpected. For supreme rulers, even in death, their remains could be preserved. It was not strange for the Qingmu Imperial Clan, with its long lineage, to possess methods to create such puppets!

Crack, crack, crack!

The gigantic coffin touched the ground, and without a long delay, a grating sound filled the air as the massive lid began to shift slowly sideward.

Immediately, a wave of energy so decrepit it seemed to be from the extreme of time surged forth. The dense aura transformed directly above the coffin into swirls of grey halos, amidst which was tangled a rich Blood Qi.

"Saint Child, the elder ancestor of our family has truly endured through too many years, having witnessed the time even before our Eastern Emperor ascended the throne, and has seen the changing of days across All Heavens. Hence, to continue having the ancestor preside over our family, we, the unworthy descendants, had no choice but to seal the ancestor with Blood Stones," declared Mu Xianfeng, the Elder Supreme of the Qingmu Imperial Clan, as he followed beside the coffin. Despite his words, his eyes shone with a hint of pride.

This was the strongest foundation of the Qingmu Imperial Clan; it was because of this ancestor that the clan could weather the vicissitudes of the Human Realm and observe the Hundred Realms’ shifting scenes with detachment.

Hearing the Elder Supreme of the Qingmu Imperial Clan speak so, Xiao Chen felt increasingly certain that this meeting was not as simple as it seemed. The Qingmu Imperial Clan had long been above worldly concerns in the Eastern Wasteland, and they stood amongst the top forces even when considering all corners of the Human Realm.

Even during the contention amongst the saintly heirs, they could afford to remain observers, indifferent to the outcome. Regardless of which saintly heir might step into the position of the Eastern Emperor, even if a saintly heir from another realm were to rule, it couldn’t shake such an emperor clan. Yet now they were ready to come under his command, which was too peculiar a thought!

He had previously handed over ten paths of the Great Dao to Mu Xianfeng merely to maintain good relations with the clan, where a friendly state of affairs between the two would suffice. However, he never expected such an astonishing surprise to fall from the sky!

It was such an immense surprise!

So grand that it made him somewhat skeptical.

"Welcome our ancestor’s return!"

With those words, Mu Xianfeng knelt down respectfully, his expression one of reverence and fervor, as if the will of the Human Race was the entire clan’s sanctuary; in the coffin, the ancestor was the sanctuary of the entire Qingmu Imperial Clan!

"Cough... cough... cough." A hoarse and prolonged voice, carrying the weight of ages, emanated from the coffin, as if crossing through time and space.

Hearing this sound, Mu Xianfeng’s aged figure, initially kneeling, began to tremble uncontrollably.

Crack!

A dark light shot out from the opened coffin, astonishing Xiao Chen from afar with its rotten aura. The pallid gas spread across half the vault of heaven and earth, engulfing all nearby signs of life.

It was hard to imagine just how many years of decay it had accumulated to harbor such an intense aura of rot.

Crack, crack, crack!

In the next moment, Xiao Chen finally saw the main figure, for rising from the center of the massive coffin was a silhouette, a person, so to speak.

For it looked more like a Dry Corpse, a patchwork of grey mingled with dark yellow. The only difference from a skeleton was that this figure was still clothed in human skin over its bones, with almost no hair left to be seen!

The entire body was entwined in an unmeltable aura of decay, and where the rot had accumulated, parts of the body had already liquefied into fluid despite the piled Blood Stones, which couldn’t neutralize such dense decay.

"Ancestor!"

"Little... Fengzi, so it’s you." A hoarse voice rang out, as I saw the skull bite up and down with its stark white teeth.

"It’s me, it’s me, great ancestor, it’s me!"

In front of outsiders, the Qingmu Imperial Clan Supreme was intimidating and stern, but now he seemed more like a child.

Whir!

In an instant, the old ancestor of the Qingmu Imperial Clan, whose pupils were black holes, had two beams of divine light gathering and striking out, so fast that Xiao Chen couldn’t react.

Hiss!

Suddenly, Xiao Chen’s body trembled violently, all of his spiritual power surged into a state poised to explode. What kind of eyes were these?

"The young war blood!"

It seemed that the skeleton in the coffin remembered why it had come, its eye light faded, and turned back into two black holes.

"Descendant of the Eastern Wasteland, I pay my respects to the elder predecessor."

At this moment, Xiao Chen spoke nothing of the Human Saint Child; although the elder before him was decaying, he could sense a faint intertwining of Purple Qi, which was the Human Race Purple Qi.

This indicated that the elder before him had once made unparalleled contributions. Even after tens of thousands of years, this Purple Qi bestowed by the Human Race Group still accompanied him.

But the more so, the weirder Xiao Chen felt about the Qingmu Imperial Clan’s old ancestor personally coming here.

"Very good, very good. Before the Eastern Emperor ascended to the throne, the surging aura within him was very similar to yours. This is the boiling war blood, the indomitable will of our Human Race, which has been passed down from generation to generation!"

At this point, the old ancestor of Qingmu seemed tired, his tone trembling again. "Cough... Cough..., it’s not like my lingering feeble bones."

"Great ancestor." Mu Xianfeng called out again, the white-haired elderly figure, with an unknowable age, evoked more of a spiritual touch.

"Stand up, Fengzi. This old skeleton of an ancestor refuses to leave; it’s because I can’t let go of the clan."

He paused, and then the old ancestor of Qingmu spoke again: "All of you, retreat."

This time, without a word from Mu Xianfeng, all eight bearers of the coffin, whether puppets or true bodies, left.

"You must be curious, why an old-timer like me, on the verge of burial, would come to look for you!"

Here it comes!

Suddenly, Xiao Chen’s heart tensed, the real discussion was about to begin. An Emperor Clan’s ancestor who had been buried for God knows how long had broken out of his seal; it was hard not to be suspicious.

"I respectfully await your instruction!" Xiao Chen bowed solemnly.

"Do you know that our Human Saint Child has an ultimate mission to complete before they can ascend the throne, a mission passed down through the generations without fail?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen was startled, but the old ancestor in the coffin continued to speak on his own.

"At the end of the last eon, this old skeleton was just like you, filled with incomparable war blood, wishing to spill its fervor across all heavens. I followed the current Eastern Emperor in that ultimate mission, of course, at that time the Eastern Emperor was still a Saint Child!"

"That time, within the Human World, there were eight Human Saint Children, plus one hundred and twenty-three young Human Race Strong Ones. Most of them were the pinnacle warriors under the command of the Saint Children, and they followed the Saint Children in the Conquest of the Hundred Realms of Heaven."

At this point, as if evoking past memories, the aura of the old ancestor of Qingmu grew heavier; if not for knowing that this was an old monster, Xiao Chen might have thought he had transformed into dust!

"What happened afterwards?"

"After that, there were the current Five Human Emperors of the Human Race from the five directions of the Earth!"

"And the rest?"

"The rest? Hahaha..." Suddenly, a terrifying aura broke through the Vault of Heaven, shaking the Starry Sky.

"Apart from the Five Human Emperors, there were four others who came out of that place, and I was one of them!"

Hiss!

Xiao Chen gasped. Those who could follow the Saint Child in the Conquest against the Hundred Clans of Heaven were at least Supreme Kings, and some were possibly even stronger than those in the seventh heavens of kings. Nine people survived out of eight Human Saint Children and one hundred and twenty-three Strong Ones, with one hundred and twenty-two falling.

"May I ask, elder, what is that place?" After more than a dozen breaths, Xiao Chen calmed down.

"What place?" The old ancestor of Qingmu grinned broadly, and Xiao Chen couldn’t help but feel the old ancestor’s presence before him was incredibly sinister.

"That place is called the Nine Nether Underworld Realm!"