Perhaps Chen Tian Didn't Expect It Either

Still moved?

Yes, still moved!

However, that feeling of being moved has now diminished by half.

But for Ye Beixuan, the Ye Family is the most important. As long as the Ye Family stands, won’t resources still be abundant?

"Brother Chen, rest assured, I can give you half of the resources right now."

"As long as it can save the Ye Family," Ye Beixuan said solemnly.

"Enough, let’s handle the matter first, then talk about payment."

"By the way, you haven’t told me how long it’s been since you left the Ye Family," Chen Chang'an asked.

"Over a year."

Over a year?

Has it really been that long?

A lot can happen in over a year. What if the Ye Family is already in trouble now…

"Brother Chen, don’t worry."

"The Ye Family should still be safe for now."

"Although the Ancestor didn’t specify what would happen to the Ye Family, judging by his demeanor at the time..."

"It likely won’t happen immediately. He must have given me advance notice to allow me time to leave."

"So I suspect the Ye Family’s calamity won’t strike for another three to five years," Ye Beixuan analyzed.

Three to five years?

Adding the over a year since Ye Beixuan left, that means there’s at most only three years left.

"Then let’s hurry."

"Still, I’m very curious—given the Ye Family’s strength, how could they have fallen into such a predicament?"

"In the Primordial Immortal Realm, is there really any force stronger than the Ye Family?"

"Am I just ignorant, or is there something else?"

"As far as I recall, aside from the Nine Great Immortal Clans, the strongest factions in the Primordial Immortal Realm are the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin races."

"Is the information I have inaccurate?" Chen Chang'an frowned as he asked.

"If it were before, I’d say your information is completely accurate."

"After all, these are all factions with peak Immortal Emperors overseeing them—they’re incredibly powerful!"

"Many may reach the Immortal Emperor realm, but ascending to peak Immortal Emperor is no easy feat."

"However..."

Ye Beixuan had also fallen into confusion recently, sharing the same doubts as Chen Chang'an.

Just who could have brought the Ye Family and the Ye Family Ancestor to such a helpless state?

"Big bro, you know, the Primordial Immortal Realm was perfectly peaceful before."

"Why is it that as soon as you show up, trouble follows?"

"Are you bad luck or something?"

Da Huang’s words made Chen Chang'an’s face darken. What do you mean, bad luck? If I hadn’t come, would the trouble really not have appeared?

Still, Chen Chang'an felt a little guilty—could it really be because of his arrival that the Primordial Immortal Realm, once peaceful, was now facing crisis?

"Da Huang, you should know—even if I didn’t appear, the crisis would still exist."

"It’s not that I bring bad luck, but rather... I bring the light of hope."

"Because of my arrival, these crises can be resolved."

"Ah, such is fate!"

"Perhaps I am the light destined to illuminate the Primordial Immortal Realm."

Chen Chang'an’s words left Da Huang dumbfounded. Big bro, must you be so full of yourself?

"Brother Chen, save the reflections for later."

"Let’s just get moving," Ye Beixuan urged anxiously.

"Alright!"

"Let’s go!"

Ye Family

"Ancestor, are they... really coming?"

The Ye Family Head’s expression was grave as he looked at the Ancestor. In all the Ye Family’s long history, this was the first time they had faced such a situation.

"Soon," the Ye Family Ancestor replied calmly.

"Are you absolutely certain this will happen?" the Ye Family Head asked, puzzled.

"Ah, it’s all because we’ve grown too complacent over the years."

"Haven’t you noticed? Over the past ten thousand years, many from our Ye Family have gone missing."

Hearing the Ancestor’s words, the Ye Family Head’s expression changed. Indeed, as the Ancestor said, many Ye Family members had disappeared over the past ten thousand years.

Yet, no investigation had ever yielded results. Could it be... the Ancestor had discovered something?

"Ancestor, have you found something?" the Ye Family Head asked.

"Indeed."

"Though their movements were subtle, I still noticed."

"Ah, who would have thought that even our Ye Family’s inner circle had been infiltrated?"

"All these years, not only did you fail to notice—even I was unaware."

At these words, the Ye Family Head’s face filled with shame. As the Family Head, he had failed miserably in his duties.

Otherwise, how could the Ye Family have remained oblivious and unprepared?

Perhaps they had grown too accustomed to peace, believing the Ye Family’s strength made them untouchable.

Over time, everyone had become complacent, indulging in comfort and luxury.

"This is a harsh lesson—but the cost is even greater."

"I can only hope Beixuan remembers this. No matter how far he goes in the future, he must remain vigilant in times of peace." The Ye Family Ancestor sighed.

"Ancestor, I don’t understand!"

"Why didn’t you tell Beixuan everything?"

"At least then he’d be mentally prepared."

"And what about the other eight families? Do they know?"

"Should we..."

Hearing this, the Ye Family Ancestor said gravely, "If I didn’t tell him, though he’d be unwilling, he would still obey my order and leave."

"But if I told him, he’d waver—he might even turn back halfway."

"As for the other eight families!"

"Do you think only our Ye Family has been infiltrated?"

The Ye Family Head’s expression darkened. What did that mean?

Could it be... the other eight families were facing the same situation as the Ye Family?

"Ancestor, are you saying the other eight families are also..."

"It’s unlikely they’d have the strength to attack all Nine Great Immortal Clans at once."

"But things are certainly not peaceful for them either. They likely can’t spare any aid for us."

"So this time, we can only rely on ourselves," the Ye Family Ancestor said solemnly.

If the other eight families could assist, the Ye Family wouldn’t be in such despair.

But now, with the other eight families also affected, the Ye Family Ancestor couldn’t demand their help—after all, none of them owed the Ye Family anything.

"Ancestor, I understand the reasoning."

"But... acting alone will only lead to greater disaster."

"If our Ye Family falls, they’ll be next."

"Have they not considered this?" the Ye Family Head frowned.

"Do you know why I had Beixuan take all of our family’s resources with him?" the Ye Family Ancestor countered.

The Ye Family Head was stunned for a moment before realization dawned.

"You did this... to preserve the other eight families?"

"To lead the charge and perish together with the enemy?"

"Exactly."

"The other eight families have promised me that in the future, they will help Beixuan rebuild."

"Ancestor... why must it be us? Why not them?" the Ye Family Head asked bitterly.

"There’s no choice. They simply targeted our Ye Family first."

"Who could have imagined that in just a million years, they would return to seek vengeance?"

"What surprises me even more is that a remnant escaped our grasp back then."

"Even Chen Tian... likely never saw this coming."

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