Seventeen days had passed since Su Ming stepped into the chamber.
This secret chamber was not on the ground, but under the many pavilions of the Yu Family, in the majestic underground palace. This underground palace had been built for tens of thousands of years, and was the most secretive place of the Yu Family.
At that moment, there were two gigantic stone doors right outside Su Ming's chamber in the depths of the underground palace. They were intersecting with each other to form a ghastly door that was several hundreds of feet big.
There were numerous blood-red runic symbols on the door. These runic symbols were hidden in the darkness, and powerful ripples spread out from them. In fact, even if a cultivator in the later stage of World Plane Realm attacked at full power, it would be difficult for him to destroy this stone door within a short period of time.
Currently, the 13 elders of the Yu Family were sitting cross-legged respectfully outside the stone door, as if they were guardians. Their zeal for the Yu Family's patriarch made them willing to sacrifice their lives for him this time.
If anyone dared to barge in at this time, they would face the frenzied attacks of these thirteen elders.
Aside from the thirteen people, there was also Yu Rou sitting by the side. Her expression remained elegant as she sat there quietly, which made her stand out from the thirteen old men. Her beauty was also a stark contrast to the ghastly and decaying air of the thirteen.
"The Patriarch has been in seclusion for seventeen days … Could something have happened?" After waiting for seventeen days, the thirteen old men could not help but feel anxious. After all, Su Ming had only said that he would be going into isolation for a few days.
"Shut up! The old ancestor's cultivation is heaven-reaching. How could something happen to him? It's clear that the old ancestor is absorbing that apostle's life force to better obtain a new body." Someone immediately rebuked him. It was obvious that the person who had rebuked him had a high status. The old man who had spoken out just now lowered his head in silence.
"Not necessarily!" An ancient voice slowly came from the mouth of another skeleton-like old man.
"Have you ever thought about the consequences if the Patriarch fails to possess you?"
"That's impossible. With the ancestor's cultivation and tens of thousands of years of preparation, there's no way he would fail."
"That's right. What the Seventh-Generation Great Sage said is possible. What if … he fails?"
"If we fail, then the person who will appear in front of us won't be the Patriarch, but the apostle from before!" Quite a few of the thirteen Paragons' eyes glittered as they sent out divine will messages to each other.
Only Yu Rou remained in the distance. She remained quiet and did not hear anything.
Another three days passed in this long wait, as doubts and guesses slowly grew in their hearts.
It had been a total of twenty days since Su Ming stepped into the chamber. On this day, it was dusk outside the underground palace. A gentle breeze blew past, causing the trees to sway. At that moment, muffled booming sounds suddenly reverberated in the underground palace.
The moment this voice appeared, the 13 old men immediately raised their heads and stared at the door of the secret room without blinking. They even stood up from their cross-legged positions and knelt down.
The rumbling came from the door of the secret chamber. It was the sound of the door being slowly opened from the inside. As the rumbling grew stronger, a crack gradually appeared in the middle of the door.
The crack grew larger and larger. Moments later, when the stone door was about to be completely opened, the thirteen old men, regardless of their guesses, immediately spoke respectfully.
"Greetings, Old Ancestor!"
With a bang, the stone door was completely opened. It was dark inside. The green candlelight in the underground palace looked as if it wanted to go deep into the darkness, but it was blocked outside. It was as if there was a power that could not be seen within that was preventing all light from entering.
Footsteps gradually traveled forth in the darkness and reverberated through the entire underground palace. Those footsteps were neither fast nor slow. Several breaths later, Su Ming appeared behind the stone door and appeared before the crowd. His footsteps came to a halt, and he did not continue forward.
He stood in the darkness, and the dark green light that was one step away from him enveloped the entire area, causing Su Ming to be able to see the outside clearly. However, when the people outside looked towards him, they could only see a blurry image.
Su Ming did not respond to the thirteen old men's words. He simply stood in the darkness and swept his gaze past the thirteen people. At that moment, the area around him was filled with dead silence.
It was as if even the sound of breathing had disappeared, causing an oppressive feeling to gradually appear in the dead silence. The thirteen old men could sense this feeling incredibly strongly. They knelt on the ground and did not dare lift their heads, but they could feel the pores on their bodies shrinking. This was an instinctive reaction when they ran into danger.
It was precisely because they did not lift their heads that the feeling became even stronger. They could sense an incredibly evil presence spreading out from within the stone door. It was a presence that was a perfect fusion of domineering and feminine elements.
That presence changed constantly, making it difficult for people to grasp it. When it was domineering, it seemed as if it could destroy all manner of lives, but when it was feminine, it was like a vortex made of mud, making it impossible for anyone to climb out of it once they stepped into it. It also caused the thirteen old men to hesitate in their guesses, and they could not be sure of what it was.
Only Yu Rou remained calm in the midst of the thirteen people's nervousness, but that was just her appearance. In truth, she was also trembling slightly, but it was not obvious.
Only ten breaths later did that presence gradually disappear. At the instant the thirteen old men let out a sigh of relief, Su Ming took his final step and walked into the light from the darkness.
His body was completely revealed. He had long gray hair, a long white robe, and a face so handsome that it was almost bewitching. There was an air of endless ancientness about him, but it did not seem to belong to him. Instead, due to some reason, it had temporarily remained on his body.
That ancient presence was definitely not something that could be created on purpose. If there was not enough time to settle down and no one who could see through all illusions, then it would definitely be impossible for it to exist on a person who had not gone through this experience.
That ancient presence instantly caused the hearts of the thirteen old men to tremble. The decay on their bodies seemed to be too weak before Su Ming's ancient presence, to the point that they did not even deserve to be called old.
As the hearts of the thirteen old men wavered, Su Ming looked at them flatly. His eyes were like pools of water, and they were calm, but if anyone took a closer look, they would immediately be lost in them. There was a profound look hidden deep within them, and there was even a hint of conviction within them that would cause others to be unable to help themselves but believe in him. It was as if … under his gaze, everything he said could be believed by others.
This was … the power that would exist as long as one believed in it. This was the epiphany Su Ming had obtained from that sentence within the Three Gates of Heavenly Dao. Once this epiphany fused with the Illusion of Stars, Sun, and Moon, it became what could be said to be Su Ming's strongest and most mysterious divine ability.
Once he used this Art, the weather would change, and the world would lose its light.
"Do all of you believe in me?" Su Ming asked faintly. He had just recovered from the strange picture in his head. There was still an ancient presence lingering on his body, and the white-haired man's figure remained in his heart. In fact, there was still the grief of the white-haired man when he looked at the heavens in his eyes.
The ancient presence, the figure, the grief, and everything that remained in Su Ming's body erupted in an unseen manner once he said those words, causing the air in the underground palace to distort. Ripples spread out and filled the entire area, instantly covering the entire underground palace.
There was a strange power in his voice. When it reverberated in the air, even the green candlelight in the area started swaying violently.
In fact, Su Ming's appearance seemed to have changed at that moment, giving others a vague feeling. It was as if Su Ming had turned into a white-haired man with his hands placed behind his back. He stood in the crumbling world and looked down at the heavens.
This was not Su Ming's power, but what remained of it while he was trying to gain an epiphany. In fact, it could be said that Su Ming was borrowing the power of the white-haired man, the person who could gather together a terrifying divine ability with just one sentence.
This sort of borrowing was something that only Su Ming could do at that moment. Aside from this, even if he tried to gain an epiphany again, he would not be able to do this, because once he finished trying to gain an epiphany, the sentence disappeared from the Three Gates of Heavenly Dao and disappeared from the world, returning to its time.
Unless Su Ming could truly gain a complete epiphany, then that divine ability would be at its strongest at that moment.
The hearts of the thirteen old men in the later stage of World Plane Realm roared so loudly that it was difficult to describe it. In the midst of it, Su Ming's voice rang out in their ears, minds, and souls.
There was a tone that allowed no room for argument, an arrogance that made even the world have to submit and the heavens have to lower their heads. If all manner of lives dared to disobey him, then no matter what level of cultivation they had, they would instantly be reduced to ashes.
Under that roar, the thirteen old men coughed up a mouthful of blood. Blood also flowed out of their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Their bodies tumbled backwards, and once they staggered several thousands of feet backwards, their faces turned stark pale. Shock appeared on their faces, and there was also a ball of fire in their eyes.
It was … a purple flame, a flame that burned even more passionately than when they met Yu Family's Progenitor.
Even Yu Rou coughed up blood at that moment when the remaining presence in Su Ming's body erupted forth. She fell back continuously. Her calmness was no longer present, and her elegance disappeared. Everything in her heart was torn apart at that instant, and a will was forcefully fused into it.
That was a will that obeyed Su Ming!
Purple flames also appeared in her eyes!
"Believe …" Yu Rou's breathing quickened. As she mumbled, the thirteen old men let out zealous roars.
"Believe!"
"Believe!"
The thirteen voices reverberated in the air, causing an endless amount of echoes to stir up in the underground palace. As they continued spreading out, they gave off the illusion that the underground palace was trembling.
As they said those words, Su Ming slowly closed his eyes. The remaining presence in his body disappeared, and his body was no longer indistinct.
'Your power is to make others believe in you from the bottom of their hearts … In my hands, I will choose … to make others submit to me!' Su Ming opened his eyes. His expression was strange and enchanting, and the light in his eyes gave off a feeling of endless profundity.
The bald crane looked at the galaxy in grief and grabbed its bald body in an attempt to pull off some of its feathers, but it did not manage to do so …
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