Volume 2, Chapter 343: First Encounter with the Ancestral God

Ye Tingmu frowned slightly, and the tips of his eyebrows twitched.

"Can I know your name?"

"Chu Yuan." After saying that, the boy in black armor took a step to the side and lowered his head slightly.

He continued, "Go ahead, Big Brother is waiting for you."

Because from this moment on, he could not deny that Ye Tingmu had become their leader. Although he was not yet, he would definitely be in the future.

His mission was completed, and he gradually disappeared here, as if he himself was a virtual being.

Ye Tingmu took a deep breath and looked ahead. This was their enemy of ten thousand years. The two had fought for ten thousand years. Ye Tingmu won, and he left. But he also said that they could meet again in the future.

On that road.

"Chu Yuan? What road are you talking about?"

With a desire for the unknown, he walked forward.

He had finally waited for this moment. He could meet the person who had orchestrated this plan, and then all the confusion in his heart would be resolved.

He walked to the end of the stone chamber but did not stop. The stone wall in front of him seemed to not exist at all. He took a step forward and was immersed in it.

After stepping into this room, he came out from the other side again after a breath.

A breeze blew towards me, bringing a little coolness.

This is a mountain breeze, blowing on your face, inexplicably refreshing.

Looking into the distance at the horizon, a touch of yellow gradually falls, dyeing the clouds for thousands of miles.

An ancient pine tree stands on the top of the mountain, making a rustling sound.

And under the pine tree, a figure stood there.

He had short hair and was wearing a plain black suit. He stood tall and straight, looking straight ahead, leaving only his back to Ye Tingmu.

His heart beat for a moment at this moment.

Looking at this figure from behind, an inexplicable sense of familiarity arises spontaneously.

It seems familiar. I have seen it somewhere before, but I can't remember where.

"Here it comes..." Just these two words, and when they were spoken, the wind seemed to be stronger.

His voice was low, revealing endless vicissitudes. If the voice had a story, then his story was very short, just two words, but it was enough to make Ye Tingmu feel the ups and downs.

He took a deep breath and calmed his thoughts.

For some unknown reason, he replied, "Yeah, here I come."

After the words were spoken, there was no sound. The place was silent except for the sound of the wind.

The two stood on the top of the mountain, one in front and one behind, watching the setting sun in front of them.

This moment is quiet.

At least that was the case for Ye Tingmu. He walked forward a few steps until he reached the man's side, but he did not look at the man's appearance.

Instead, he looked at the sunset from afar and sighed, "It's been a long time since I saw such a beautiful sunset."

"The end of prosperity and the desolate beauty make people yearn for it." The man next to him responded.

Ye Tingmu turned his head to look at him. His profile was ordinary, with ordinary looks, ordinary facial features, and ordinary skin color. It even had a hint of yellow. It was unclear whether it was originally yellow or was accidentally dyed yellow by the setting sun.

In short, the man in front of him was very ordinary, but when the man turned his head to look at him, he became extraordinary, because his eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see everything in the world and see through everything about him.

At this moment, his appearance, along with his unique eyes, completely appeared in Ye Tingmu's mind.

For the middle-aged man, at this moment, every pore seemed to have a story.

He couldn't help but be stunned.

"Just ask whatever you want to ask. I'll tell you everything I know." The middle-aged man said lightly with a smile.

Ye Tingmu calmed down his thoughts, put the coffin down, and then sat on it.

"Before I met you, I did have a lot of things I wanted to ask you, but after meeting you, I don't know where to start."

He was telling the truth. At this moment he had an indescribable feeling, as if he had seen the person in front of him before.

The middle-aged man smiled, patted the coffin under Ye Tingmu, and said with a smile: "Old friend, we meet again."

At this moment, the Kunlun Coffin seemed to come alive, flashing several times and making its own response.

Ye Tingmu frowned, "Is this your original weapon?"

He asked the first question.

The man also sat down next to him and said casually, "It's not really a weapon, but I used it to resurrect my love."

Ye Tingmu: "Oh... can this thing bring the dead back to life?"

"In theory, it is possible, but it is not absolute."

Ye Tingmu continued, "Your lover must be the owner of this tomb, Jiang Qianyu. I've seen her before, but I didn't see her face clearly. She looks pretty, but her eyesight isn't very good."

The man was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"

"I actually fell in love with you. Don't you have poor eyesight? I think I'm more handsome than you, haha." He joked to ease the awkwardness.

The man was not angry, but became more casual. He put one foot on the coffin like a street urchin, and shook his foot from time to time.

If people saw such a scene, they would certainly be shocked. The ancestor of all gods, the supreme being, actually has such a side.

He laughed and said, "Hahaha, that's true, but I'm not talking about her."

Ye Tingmu was stunned and turned his head to focus his eyes on him.

He asked, "Aren't you the ancestor god?"

"Yes, I am!" The middle-aged man also looked at him and answered firmly.

"Then your love isn't her? She calls you husband, okay?"

The man was puzzled and asked with a hint of suspicion, "No way, you don't think a man as outstanding as me only has one Taoist partner, do you?"

Ye Tingmu was stunned and cursed in his heart, "I'll go."

It seemed like he really couldn't refute this. Yes, he was already the ancestor god, how could he have only one wife? He could only say that he was too narrow-minded.

"You're awesome." He gave a thumbs up, and then added, "How many wives do you have? I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious."

Hearing this, the man held his chin and thought for a long time.

"Wait for me to calculate."

This is not to mention that Ye Tingmu's hair is messy. It seems that this guy has a lot of women. For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly thinks that this guy is a bit handsome.

"Probably around 20. I'm not picky about food. I like all the good-looking ones. I have no choice but to give every woman a home. Unfortunately, I'm too busy. This is my limit." He said with a complaint.

It seemed as if this was still a big gap from the goal in his mind.

The corners of Ye Tingmu's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"You are so cruel..."

"That's right, there aren't many women behind that successful man."

Ye Tingmu replied, of course: "Haha, then why did you fail with 20?"

"Um... Let's not talk about this."