Chapter 1205

The great doors of the Infinite Hall’s side pavilion slowly opened!

A mountain of flesh stepped forth from within!

It was none other than Dongfang Yelai.

He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the dazzling light outside, feeling quite unaccustomed.

Only now did Dongfang Yelai suddenly realize that ever since he had returned to the Infinite Hall three hundred thousand years ago, he had not once set foot beyond the pavilion’s gate.

This place had become, for Dongfang Yelai, a vast prison!

It had held him captive for far too long!

And this was Xie Buyu’s punishment!

It was unbearable!

But fortunately, everything was about to end!

Dongfang Yelai’s figure flickered, and he appeared at the very center of the Divine Alliance!

Standing alone, he resembled a living wall of flesh!

Such an image surprised nearly every god present.

They had # Nоvеlight # heard of Dongfang Yelai’s name, but never imagined him looking like this.

Had he paid no heed to his public image at all?

When Nangong Yantian saw him arrive, his eyes immediately reddened. He fell to his knees and trembled as he said, “Senior Brother, you... you can stand again?”

What a useless crybaby!

Dongfang Yelai looked down on Nangong Yantian with disdain.

The latter felt struck by lightning.

He had never expected his beloved senior brother to speak to him so harshly.

But Dongfang Yelai’s words did ring true.

All along, he had achieved nothing!

At that thought, a glint of despair crossed Nangong Yantian’s eyes.

Dongfang Yelai spoke softly, “Senior Sister, I hope you have been well.”

Xie Buyu clenched her fist, and divine power surged around her!

The mighty shockwave forced nearly everyone present to stagger back a step.

Though Ye Yu’s demonic physique held him firm, his robe still billowed violently.

Seeing Xie Buyu’s wrathful expression, Dongfang Yelai felt a thrill of delight and broke into a brilliant smile.

“Senior Sister, you have endured a great deal. You called me out here purely to make me reveal what happened all those years ago, didn’t you? And what if I tell it—or what if I remain silent? You know, and I know, that only Nangong Yantian has been kept in the dark. Does it really matter whether he knows or not?”

At these words, Nangong Yantian looked up bewildered. “Senior Brother, what are you saying?”

Xie Buyu drew a deep breath and was about to speak, but Dongfang Yelai cut in: “Very well, since you wish me to speak, I shall. After all, I have always been someone who respects masters and honored traditions!”

He emphasized those final words forcefully.

Xie Buyu closed her eyes, her brow furrowing slightly.

Then Dongfang Yelai began his tale.

As a second-generation deity, from the moment he was born countless beings looked up to him as an endpoint.

Yet he had not lived a happy life!

He had grown up ignorant of his parentage, reared by Yan Yong alone, the two of them depending on each other.

He had personally witnessed the founding of the Fate Hall, and had been the first to follow Yan Yong’s side.

Dongfang Yelai had believed he would become Yan Yong’s premier disciple.

No parents? It did not matter—he still had his master!

At first, that truly was his conviction.

Perhaps it was the only comfort he could cling to.

Yet Yan Yong was strange: he taught Dongfang Yelai the ways of cultivation and cared for him, but steadfastly refused to formally accept him as a disciple.

This baffled Dongfang Yelai, and he pressed again and again: “If you truly are not satisfied with me, why keep me by your side? Why care for me at all?”

Each time, Yan Yong fell silent.

Only after Xie Buyu, Zhu Qiyuan, and Ma Tongtian arrived did Yan Yong finally agree to accept Dongfang Yelai as a disciple—ranking him fourth.

This rank angered Dongfang Yelai greatly. By any measure, he believed he should have been first!

“Master is truly unfair!”

Life in the Fate Hall thereafter was far from peaceful.

Troublemakers arrived frequently, seeking conflict with his master.

Yan Yong’s cultivation was only Late Great God Realm, and at that time, the disciples’ cultivation levels were even more pitiful.

Aside from Senior Sister Xie Buyu, the others ranged only in New God Realm and True God Realm.

Dongfang Yelai couldn’t fathom why a mere third–rate Divine Alliance like the Fate Hall drew such hostility.

What great hatred or grudge did people hold?

Then, one night, Yan Yong drank heavily of divine wine. Drunk and bleary-eyed, he called Dongfang Yelai to his side.

Gently cupping his face, he wept for a long time.

Dongfang Yelai, puzzled, thought something serious had happened and asked, “Master, what troubles you?”

Yan Yong strove to control his emotions and told Dongfang Yelai he was fine—only that seeing his face had reminded him of an old friend.

In that moment, Dongfang Yelai instinctively believed he was that friend’s child—otherwise, why would Master have raised him?

Then Yan Yong revealed that in recent days, more and more powerful figures had come seeking him.

“Do you know why? Because I possess an incomparable treasure!

“It is called the

Xuanba Shitian Axe

(Supreme Conquest Sky-Devouring Axe), an artifact of the highest grade.

“But its greatest significance lies not in its power, but in the ancient demon god legacy sealed within it—utterly domineering!

“I wish to give it to you. When the time is right, you will flee on high with this axe. Once you break into Ancient God Realm and accept its inheritance, you will assuredly ascend to the Divine Lord Realm—yes, even the Supreme Divine Sovereign would bow before you!”

Hearing this, Dongfang Yelai’s breath quickened. He urgently asked where the

Xuanba Shitian Axe

was.

Yet Yan Yong said only that when the time came, he would give it—and then lay down to rest.

That day marked the most thrilling moment of Dongfang Yelai’s life.

He even began to imagine himself standing atop the very summit of the Divine Realm!

So Dongfang Yelai waited patiently.

One year passed—then two—then three.

During that time, he treated Yan Yong with the utmost respect, even groveling at times.

But he believed it would all be worth it.

Then, five years later, Yan Yong suddenly summoned his disciples and produced an axe of outrageous design.

He told them, “This is the

Xuanba Shitian Axe

! And now I pass this legacy to my successor, Xie Buyu!”