Chapter 1044: Your Father

rrential downpour, striking his body with a clattering sound, adding some resistance to his advance.Fortunately, despite the surging sword intent that was also increasing dramatically, he could still...The far-fetched words made Jiang Yun suddenly startled and said, "What do you mean"

Though I was clearly myself within the dream, how did I become someone else, playing a different role

Who, exactly, am I playing

Huang Yuan looked at himself and said, "Brother Jiang, don't you find it strange In the illusion, why did I send you into Sister Huang Yu's army"

"Even before the war came, I made you that ridiculous proposal to marry your older sister, Araha"

Though Gingercloud had thought about this issue, he hadn't dwelled on it. But hearing Ah-Tu bring it up now, he suddenly realized there must be more to the story, and it was certainly related to the role he was playing!

"Before the final battle when my tribe, the Horde, was at its end, a stranger from another tribe appeared amongst us!"

“The person appeared with the purpose of helping my Wasteland tribe jointly fight against Dao Zun, and their strength is extremely powerful.”

After he arrived, he proactively joined the Wild Clan army and repeatedly achieved remarkable feats. He even saved his sister, Wild Feather, several times, causing her to develop affection for him.

"If there hadn't been that great war, he might have ended up with his elder sister, Arah, as husband and wife. It's a pity the war came so suddenly."

"But when the war arrived, he inexplicably left without a word to anyone. He didn't leave behind a single sentence, nor did he bid farewell. He vanished as if he had never been there at all!"

"Many people thought he was cowardly and fled in fear. Only Ahua, his sister, believed there were hidden reasons for him to leave. She never forgot him, even when she died on the battlefield, she still thought of him!"

"So, that's why I let Brother Jiang marry Sister Huangyu. It's a way to fulfill my sister's wish within this illusion!"

Although Jiangyun understood why in the illusion, Huangyu had feelings for her that were out of place, even harboring love for her.

But he never expected that it was because he had been playing a different role.

"Who is that person"

"I don't know!" Huatu smiled wryly and shook his head. "The name he gave was... nameless!"

“At that time, I was the same age as the me in the illusion. My tribe was divided between military and civilian affairs, and besides, the elders and priests like Old Wilderness and the Shaman had already harbored rebellious intentions. So many things were kept strictly secret from me, the young chief.”

"I've only heard about him from my elder sister of the Huangyu clan, and I've met him once. I know his name is Wu Ming, that's all."

"After the great war, I entered the Desolate Nine Realms and never left. I don't know if he has ever appeared."

Anonymous, a name that sounds fake at first glance. Naturally, this person doesn't want others to find them.

But Ginger Cloud, however, became curious about this person and asked, "What does he look like"

The desolate image remained silent. With a grand sweep of his sleeve, a phantom figure materialized before Jiang Yun.

This is a middle-aged man in a long, blue tunic. He isn't particularly handsome, but he has a very pleasant appearance.

Most importantly, his appearance and Ginger Cloud actually bear a striking resemblance!

At first glance of this man, Jiang Yun immediately thought of the other soul within him, one that shared his appearance and bore the same weight of years.

However, Jiang Yun quickly dismissed the thought.

Because Hai Yuxue had been very clear at first, the soul and herself were exactly the same, but this middle-aged man in front of her was only about 40 to 50% similar to herself.

"This is him. You wouldn't believe it, he bears a resemblance to you."

"Even when I first met you, I suspected he was your father. But it wouldn't be that coincidental, would it"

Jiang Yun's age, even adding the ten years in the illusory realm, was only around sixty.

And this man existed in ancient times, so to Ahou's thinking, even if the other party was still alive, it was highly unlikely that he was Jiang Yun's father!

Although he said so, Huangtu's gaze was fixed on the changes in Jiangyun's expression.

...While Jiang Yun remained impassive, he simply stared at the man, his mind involuntarily recalling his own origins.

My own origins have always been a mystery!

I only know that I was an infant, sent to the Ginger Clan by a mysterious person and placed in the care of my grandfather, Ginger Wanli. He raised me until I grew up.

Then, could that mysterious person from the beginning be his father Could he be this middle-aged man standing before him now

And for cultivators, especially those whose cultivation has reached its peak, the span of time is actually no concern at all.

In the ancient times, both my master and senior brother already existed. They have also lived to this day.

After a long silence, Jiang Yun finally spoke again and asked, "Brother Huang, do you know anything more about this nameless one"

Seeing Ginger Cloud's unusual behavior, Huang Tu couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart. Could it be that this nameless man is really Ginger Cloud's father

"His situation is much like what you experienced in the dream realm. He has no origins, no past, as if he simply appeared out of thin air."

But he is incredibly strong, because I heard my father praise him once. With his help, we would surely win this battle!

"Even, if he hadn't left suddenly before the war began, my Orcs clan probably wouldn't have been wiped out."

Ginger nodded, asking no more questions. He simply deeply remembered the appearance of this unnamed middle-aged man.

Regardless of whether the other party is his biological father, this is at least a clue in his search for his origins.

As the middle-aged man disappeared, Jiang Yun pondered for a moment and said to Huang, "Huang brother, how much do you know about this Desolate Nine Lands And what about your Desolate Nine Clans What is their origin"

"Huo Tu smiled wryly again and said, “Actually, don’t look at me as the spirit of a sacred artifact, but when it comes to this Desolate Nine Regions, I don’t know much either.”

To put it simply, you should have a deep understanding of the power of our tribe's sacred objects, especially the immense power contained within them. They can easily obliterate even a Dao Sovereign's avatar.

"Not to mention, with my spirit's presence, its power has grown exponentially. Over the years, I have also tried my best to activate the Five Peaks of Dahuang, hoping to break through this barrier and escape from this desolate Nine Regions."

"It's a pity that the Five Peaks of Dahuang can leave, but I cannot. This Desolate Nine Lands feels like a prison, only allowing the nine tribal artifacts to enter and exit."

Hearing this, Jiang Yun asked in puzzlement, "Now that I have obtained the Nine Clans Sacred Artifact, shouldn't I be able to leave with you"

"Not necessarily!"

The desolate figure hesitated, then shook his head. "I can only tell you this," he said, "the purpose of a being whose size encompasses the entirety of the Nine Desolate Lands far exceeds your comprehension!"

“Words alone, Brother Ginger, may not be enough for you to understand. Well then, since I’ve already given you my approval, you can wield the sacred artifacts of my clan at will in the future. Let me show you!”

As his words fell, Huatuo waved his large sleeve again, and a flower bloomed before Jiang Yun's eyes. He was now in another space.

This space looks similar to a seam, but it's even more vast than a seam.

Above there is no sky, below there is no earth, everywhere is empty and desolate void, it seems to be the chaotic world before heaven and earth were divided and all things were born.

However, looking at this void, Jiang Yun's eyes suddenly burst with a bright light and he said, "Brother Huang, what place is this"

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