Chapter 58: Birth A Terrifying Celestial Phenomenon.
In the patriarch’s courtyard, within the Ye family’s garden, Ye Wushang gently supported Yue Rushuang’s arm as they strolled together.
Though Yue Rushuang didn’t need the help, Ye Wushang still fulfilled his duty as a husband.
As they walked, the scenery along the path lifted their spirits.
Eventually, they arrived at a scenic spot where a group of children were playing.
An older girl led the younger ones in a carefree game.
Among them was a boy not much younger than the girl, dressed in a scholar’s robe, holding a book titled Records of Strange Events, which chronicled major happenings in the Eternal World.
He read while keeping a watchful eye on the others, as if worried they might get into trouble.
His tender face bore an unnatural maturity.
When Ye Wushang appeared, the children immediately noticed and rushed over.
Their voices rang out, instantly brightening Ye Wushang’s mood.
He crouched down and scooped up a few of the toddlers who had just learned to walk.
Yes, these were his children.
The eldest, Ye Zhixin and Ye Zilan, were already ten and nearly eleven.
They were thrilled to see Ye Wushang, but their excitement dimmed slightly upon seeing Yue Rushuang.
The more sensible ones quickly bowed respectfully.
Compared to Ye Wushang, they held more reverence for Yue Rushuang.
Ye Wushang was always gentle, never raising his voice, often teaching them life lessons in passing.
They loved being around him and it felt comforting.
But naturally, he didn’t spend as much time with them as Yue Rushuang and the others did.
Ye Wushang played the role of the kind father, while Yue Rushuang, Zhao Qingge, and the others had to be the strict mothers.
Ye Wushang’s gaze swept across the children and landed on the quiet Ye Zilan.
He picked him up and gently stroked his head.
“You’ve worked hard. Once you begin cultivating, things will get easier.”
Held in the arms of his most admired father, Ye Zilan dropped his mature façade and smiled like a true child.
Seeing this, Yue Rushuang’s eyes reddened and she nearly cried.
Ye Zilan was her eldest son, her legitimate heir. Of course she loved and cherished him.
But precisely because of his status, she had always been strict.
In her eyes, regardless of who Ye Wushang passed the patriarch’s position to, Ye Zilan as the eldest of his generation had to be capable of standing on his own.
So even if her heart ached, she never softened.
She believed that in great clans and powerful sects, exceptional children were forged through hardship. Ye Zilan was no exception.
After countless examples from Yue Rushuang, Ye Wushang stopped arguing with her.
Whenever he had time, he’d leave seclusion to take Ye Zilan out for a day of fun, covering for him.
Yue Rushuang usually turned a blind eye, though she’d grumble at Ye Wushang afterward.
Ye Wushang believed too much pressure wasn’t good for a child.
He even worried that if the child Yue Rushuang was carrying turned out to be a Heaven’s Chosen of Destiny-level, she might be even stricter.
With Ye Wushang present, Yue Rushuang rarely showed her stern side in front of the children or contradicted him.
Watching the kids play so innocently, both parents felt a wave of joy.
Even Ye Zilan, encouraged by Ye Wushang, temporarily set aside his studies to join in.
Ye Wushang sighed softly.
“Time flies. Zhixin’s already turning eleven.”
“Yes. In three years, she’ll undergo the coming-of-age ceremony and begin her cultivation journey.”
For a moment, both felt a touch of aging.
But in truth, given their cultivation and lifespan, they weren’t even considered young adults in the Eternal World.
After about an hour of play, Yue Rushuang felt it was time to leave.
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her abdomen.
She clutched Ye Wushang’s sleeve.
“Husband… I think the baby’s coming!”
Ye Wushang didn’t dare delay. He scooped her up in his arms.
“Zilan, Zhixin look after your siblings. Your mother is about to give birth!”
With that, he soared into the air toward the birthing chamber. Follow current novels on novel·fiɾe·net
Ye Zilan and the others, with help from the servants, gathered the younger children and returned home.
Yue Rushuang’s pregnancy was different this time. Due to special circumstances, even Zhao Qingge and the others came.
The five great elders of the Ye clan also set aside their duties to wait outside.
Unlike previous smooth deliveries, Yue Rushuang struggled this time, even crying out in pain.
Ye Wushang grew increasingly worried.
About an hour later, just as everyone was growing anxious.
The heavens trembled.
Everyone felt the world shake, as if something was stirring violently.
Above the Ye clan’s estate, seven-colored clouds appeared, releasing boundless celestial phenomena.
Under the rainbow clouds, the sky split into two visions.
On one side, sacred beasts led by the Four Divine Beasts and the Holy Qilin roared toward the heavens, their pressure shaking the seas.
On the other side, ancient fiends and wild beasts led by the Four Great Ferocious Beasts howled in defiance.
Then, their gazes turned toward the birthing chamber below.
Suddenly, they all paused then bowed their heads in submission, as if welcoming the birth of a noble king.
Petal rain materialized out of thin air, cascading over the Ye clan.
The moment it appeared, spiritual energy surged tenfold.
Anyone who absorbed even a single petal felt their cultivation stir, pushing toward the next realm.
Even the five elders felt waves of enlightenment.
They exchanged glances, eyes filled with shock.
Without hesitation, they rushed to absorb more of the petal rain.
The petals not only boosted cultivation but subtly transformed their bodies, enhancing talent and comprehension.
Where the petals landed, grass sprouted instantly, swaying in the wind.
Their leaves shimmered with spiritual energy, some even bearing dew infused with aura.
Though not quite spiritual herbs, animals that ate them would have their flesh refined, improving taste and energy.
This breathtaking scene unfolded in mere moments.
Ye Wushang trembled, stunned. He already had a guess about this child.
Snapping out of it, he waved his hand.
An eighth-grade formation activated, enveloping the entire Ye estate in radiant light.
Soon, no one outside the Ye clan could witness the celestial phenomenon.
But Ye Wushang wasn’t done.
He soared into the sky, eyes glowing with eerie power.
Those who dared look into his gaze felt their souls tremble.
Within his eyes, they saw a vast, ancient river flowing endlessly.
Each drop of water contained a life’s essence.
Every crashing wave marked the end of a world.
This was no ordinary place; it was the legendary River of Fate.
Seeing Ye Wushang standing alone in the sky, the clan was awestruck.
But before they could react, Ye Wushang moved again.
He stood tall, eyes piercing the heavens, cutting through the stars.
A mysterious blade light burst from his gaze, slashing toward the River of Fate.
This was a newly unlocked ability from his Eye of Destiny Fate Severance.
Fate Severance could cut off a person’s destiny from the River of Fate, making them undetectable to all.
Ye Wushang used it to sever the newborn’s fate.
Unless someone surpassed the River of Fate itself, no one could trace this child’s destiny.
Only after doing this did Ye Wushang finally relax.
The birth had triggered such a terrifying phenomenon if mishandled, it could bring disaster instead of joy.
The five elders, having absorbed the petal rain, understood the gravity of the situation.
They immediately moved to silence the clan, even forcing oaths upon many members.
Yet no one complained.
They knew everything the Ye clan had was thanks to Ye Wushang.
This child was their future. The event must be forgotten until the Ye clan was strong enough to reveal it.
Unbeknownst to Ye Wushang, the moment this child was born, the entire Eternal World stirred.
Ancient monsters and top-tier experts awoke, sensing the shift.
They knew something unnatural had occurred but could find no trace.
At the top of a towering divine building, an elder with white hair and youthful features suddenly opened his eyes, shock flashing within.
“The threads of fate have been scrambled. What happened?”
His aura was overwhelming, as if nothing in the world could escape his grasp.
With a mere gesture, the sky trembled.
He was none other than the Grandmaster of the Pavilion of Fate Elder Tianji.
“Tianji” wasn’t his real name. Every generation’s master bore that title.
Only the strongest in divination could become the Pavilion’s master.
That he held the position spoke volumes of his power.
Yet he couldn’t detect a single fate thread as if it didn’t exist.