The emotional entanglement between Yan Shaozhe, Feng Ling, and Zhongli Wu, while not without its melodramatic twists and betrayals, is far more intense and pure than the tales of young lovers in the original novel, filled with vows of life and death and misunderstandings.
Having weathered the vicissitudes of time, their hearts have long been hardened by the cruelty of power, desire, and reality. The so-called "love" no longer holds much weight in their hearts, and they may have even stopped believing in it altogether.
To them, Ning Rongrong's trial was more like a farce that exposed hypocrisy.
Subsequently, Ning Rongrong asked the same questions to the remaining members of the Holy Spirit Cult's Evil Soul Master in turn.
These souls, immersed in killing and darkness, are mostly alone, their emotional worlds barren, yet they answer the question "Do you have a lover?" with a crisp and decisive answer.
For them, the first hurdle, "asking about love," turned out to be the easiest part.
Just as Ning Rongrong determined that the first stage was over and was preparing to activate the laws to enter the next stage of the "adventure" trial...
"Wait a minute."
A calm voice rang out from the outside, breaking the rhythm within the valley.
Kong Xuan gazed at Ning Rongrong's illusory reflection on the lake, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air. "Ask one more question."
Ning Rongrong looked at Kong Xuan, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes. Although she didn't know what he was planning at this moment, she still paused the program as instructed and waited for his instructions.
A playful glint flashed in Kong Xuan's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. "Ask Ye Xishui, what is her relationship with Yan Shaozhe?"
Now that the whole family was gathered here, he naturally didn't want to miss this good show.
Besides him, only Ye Xishui knew Yan Shaozhe's true background.
Within that strange space that imprisoned the members of the Holy Spirit Cult, after a brief silence, the golden light on the ground flowed once more, like a sign of fate, fixing on Ye Xishui once more.
Ning Rongrong's disguised voice echoed through the space once more as she asked, " Ye Xishui, what is your relationship with Yan Shaozhe?"
This sudden question caused Ye Xishui's body, shrouded in a black robe, to stiffen abruptly.
Unexpectedly, even after she had finished "asking about love," there was still a question waiting for her, and it involved a secret matter from a hundred years ago.
All eyes were now focused on Ye Xishui.
Everyone held their breath, eager to know the answer.
After all, in the hearts of the Holy Spirit Cult members, Elder Ye Xishui has always been the embodiment of power and ruthlessness.
Anyone could see that her attitude towards Yan Shaozhe was indeed unusual.
There must be a reason for this; there must be some unknown relationship between the two of them.
Under everyone's gaze, Ye Xishui's incredibly complex expression finally settled on Yan Shaozhe.
The Qiankun Asking Love Valley is unpredictable and extremely dangerous. Even Limit Douluo like her, standing at the pinnacle of the continent, is not confident of escaping unscathed.
A sense of fatalistic sorrow and melancholy welled up within her. Perhaps this was fate?
At the end of her Life, she was forced to confront this bloodline that had been deliberately buried for a century.
Since there is no way out, then before she perishes, she should acknowledge this descendant whom she has never revealed her true identity to.
At least... let him know where his roots are.
Thinking of this, Ye Xishui's inner struggle and hesitation were finally replaced by a resolute determination to burn her bridges.
She raised her head, meeting Yan Shaozhe's confused gaze, and slowly said, "Speaking of which... you should call me Grandma."
Ye Xishui's words were like a depth charge dropped on a calm lake, instantly stirring up a tidal wave in everyone's hearts!
At first, some even had an absurd thought—could it be that this incredibly Tongtian elder had taken a liking to Yan Shaozhe, a junior?
But the final result was completely unexpected: Yan Shaozhe... was actually Ye Xishui's grandson?!
For a moment, the expressions of the people in the audience varied, creating a fascinating spectacle.
After their initial shock, most of the elders and devotees of the Holy Spirit Cult displayed an undisguised, purely amused expression, like spectators watching a spectacle.
Although this matter is significant, it ultimately has little to do with their own interests, so they naturally prefer to remain neutral at this moment.
However, for the individuals involved, this news felt like an immense burden, causing them great distress and leaving them with extremely complex expressions.
Long Xiaoyao, who had just been secretly delighted by Ye Xishui's admission of love for him during the "Question of Love," now had a fluctuating expression and his eyes flashing intensely.
His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, a suspicion that made his heart clench uncontrollably surged into his mind...
Could Yan Shaozhe be Xishui and Mu En's grandson?!
Yan Shaozhe possesses Martial Soul with the attribute of light. He grew up at the Shrek Academy and was highly valued and cultivated by Mu En...
All these clues seem to point to this possibility!
A mix of jealousy, bitterness, resentment, and immense loss overwhelmed Long Xiaoyao like a tidal wave, making him afraid to even think about it further, let alone ask Ye Xishui for confirmation at this moment.
Looking into Long Xiaoyao's eyes, which had dimmed instantly and were filled with struggle and pain, Ye Xishui felt as if she had been pierced by needles.
She wronged him far too much in her life.
At this moment, unwilling to let him endure that unfounded suspicion and torment any longer, she spoke directly, explaining, " Xiaoyao, Yan Shaozhe is... my and your grandson."
"Um?!"
Long Xiaoyao suddenly raised his head, and his previously dark eyes seemed to be instantly filled with boundless light!
His gaze swept rapidly back and forth between Ye Xishui and Yan Shaozhe. An indescribable, almost manic joy erupted from the bottom of his heart like a volcanic eruption, instantly washing away all the bitterness and gloom!
His grandson with Xishui!
Yan Shaozhe... is the continuation of their bloodline!
This century of waiting, unwavering devotion, and even the willingness to fall into darkness in pursuit, all seem to have found their ultimate meaning and value at this moment!
A profound sense of satisfaction, as if "this life is enough," enveloped him, making him so excited he almost trembled.
However, in stark contrast to Long Xiaoyao's ecstatic joy was Yan Shaozhe's expression, as if he had been struck by lightning and his soul had completely flown away.
He stood there, dumbfounded, his face deathly pale.
Although he now associates with Evil Soul Master, deep down he has always viewed this as a compromise and expedient measure forced by circumstances. He has always believed that his roots are in Shrek and that his heart is turned towards the light.
But now, this sudden revelation of his past is like a pair of ruthless hands, dragging him down from the position he had built for himself and plunging him directly into the Abyss of darkness.
He was actually a direct descendant of the two giants of the Holy Spirit Cult and a top Evil Soul Master!
At this moment, he felt no joy at learning about his origins, only boundless chaos, absurdity, and intense rejection. He wished it were all just a nightmare he could wake up from!
Zhongli Wu, standing nearby, was also caught in a great deal of chaos.
The Holy Spirit Cult leader, who had always regarded Yan Shaozhe as a thorn in his side, was now completely dumbfounded.
Yan Shaozhe's identity suddenly shifted from an enemy he desperately wanted to eliminate, and a rival in love with whom he harbored old grudges, to his blood-related nephew?
The leap in his identity was so drastic that he stood frozen in place, completely unable to process the fact, and unsure how to face it.
Feng Ling's face was completely drained of color, revealing an extreme sense of shame and embarrassment, as if she wished she could die immediately!
Yan Shaozhe and Zhongli Wu are actually uncle and nephew?!
So what about all these emotional entanglements she faces, caught between this uncle and nephew?!
Even for Evil Soul Master acts eccentrically and disregards common ethics, certain ethical boundaries rooted deep in her soul are taboos that she can never cross!
This truth made her feel as if she were naked in a bustling city, enduring invisible and most vicious ridicule and lashing.
In an instant, within this small space, ecstasy, despair, chaos, shame and indignation... all sorts of extreme emotions collided and intertwined fiercely, forming an incredibly absurd yet poignant portrait of humanity.