Ye Qingyang was once a famous righteous cultivator who punished evil and promoted good.
Although Beast Tars were respected in the three thousand worlds, on the Divination Continent, the status of a Diviner was more respected and esteed than that of a Beast Tar. The Jing family's status on the Divination Continent was similar to the status of the War God Clan on the Cang Lang Continent.
They were extrely powerful.
Ye Qingyang, who was engaged to the daughter of the Jing family, naturally had a prominent family background as well.
There had never been a Diviner in the Ye Clan, but the Ye Clan was a pure weapon battle-type clan. All the Beast Tars in the clan had fierce beast forms. Ye Qingyang awakened his beast form at the age of nine. He stayed in the Scholar Realm for six years. When he was 15 years old, he broke through to the Master Realm.
Even in the Great World, where geniuses were everywhere, a young Beast Tar who could break through to the Master Realm at the age of 15 could be considered the cream of the crop.
Ye Qingyang was able to get engaged to Jing Jiaren not only because of his prominent family background, but also because he had amazing cultivation talent.
When he was 18 years old, because of an accident, the Ye family was wiped out.
The 18-year-old Ye Qingyang had been in hiding for more than a month. When he appeared again, the once handso young man had beco miserable and dishevealed. Carrying the heavy burden of avenging his clansn, he appeared in front of the Jing family's door in tattered clothes.
He knelt in front of the Jing family's door for a long ti. He only hoped that the powerful Jing family could take him in and protect him for a period of ti on account of their old friendship so that he could escape the pursuit of those mysterious powerhouses.
But what did the Jing family do?
From the beginning to the end, the Jing family's patriarch didn't appear.
Ye Qingyang kneeled outside the Jing family's door for five days. His knees were already numb and festering. On the morning of the fifth day, he heard the door of the Jing family open. The person who walked out wasn't the head of the Jing family, whom he wanted to see, but his young and beautiful fiancée.
Jing Jiaren stood on the high platform in front of the door as she stared at the miserable young man outside the door with a disdainful expression. She said with an annoyed and disgusted expression, "My fiancé is the young master of the Ye family. The Ye family is gone, so who are you? Ye Qingyang, stop embarrassing yourself. If you know what's good for you, scram."
At 18 years old, Ye Qingyang was prideful and hotheaded.
Jing Jiaren's words completely disillusioned 18-year-old Ye Qingyang.
Facing Jing Jiaren's disdain, Ye Qingyang only asked her, "What about what we went through together in the past?"
What did she say?
She said, "Ye Qingyang, the one who stands by my side must be evenly matched with . Just treat our past as a beautiful dream."
She said that their past was just a beautiful dream.
What was a beautiful dream?
A delusional toad that wanted to eat swan at was an example of a beautiful dream.
After that morning, Ye Qingyang disappeared.
Before long, a bloody Master Beast Heart appeared in an auction house and was auctioned for an unprecedented high price. This was because the previous owner of the Master Beast Heart was the handso young master of the Ye family.
Ye Qingyang's beast heart had been dug out, and his whereabouts were unknown, so everyone assud that he was dead and would never co back.
But many years later, he returned.
The young man who had once wielded an axe as he punished evil and advocated good had beco a ghostly cultivator with a sinister aura and a bone sword.
Strictly speaking, ghost cultivators who had lost their beast hearts couldn't be considered Beast Tars.
However, among the three thousand Great Worlds, there was a very special continent called the Undead Continent.
Since ancient tis, the undead of all the Beast Tars who died with hatred and refused to reincarnate would eventually drift to the Undead Continent. There, the undead would cultivate again with their undead bodies.
Because they were all Beast Tars when they were alive, the dead ghostly cultivators were considered Beast Tars as well.
As a ghostly cultivator, although Ye Qingyang wasn't well-liked, he still had the sa status as an undead Beast Tar.
He could still participate in the Beast Tar Selection Competition.
When Zhan Wuya saw Ye Qingyang holding the bone sword and summoning a large number of ghostly skulls, his eyes revealed pity.
The battle had yet to officially begin. As Zhan Wuya stared at the young man surrounded by black ghost energy, he suddenly said, "I heard from my father that you were once the number one genius of the Divination Continent. You broke through to the Master Realm at the age of 15. At that ti, I wanted to et you and compete with you."
Zhan Wuya, who had also awakened his beast form at the age of nine, only broke through to the Master Realm at the age of 16.
He and Ye Qingyang were both pure weapon-type Beast Tars, so he had always respected Ye Qingyang, the number one genius of another Great World.
However, he didn't expect to find out that Ye Qingyang's entire clan had been exterminated and his beast heart destroyed before he even had the chance to et Ye Qingyang.
After hearing that Ye Qingyang had beco a ghostly cultivator, Zhan Wuya felt extrely regretful.
No one knew how Ye Qingyang, whose beast heart had been dug out, endured that period of suffering and how he rose up again with hatred.
Zhan Wuya's seemingly regretful sigh was like a knife stabbing into the depths of Ye Qingyang's heart.
Ye Qingyang was in so much pain that he felt suffocated.
But he was a ghostly cultivator.
Who would care if a ghostly cultivator was in pain or not?
The corners of Ye Qingyang's mouth curled up slightly in a wicked smirk. "Zhan Wuya, don't say such words to in a patronizing tone . Do you know that your offhand remarks are tearing open my scars and rubbing salt into them?"
Zhan Wuya was stunned.
The bone sword in Ye Qingyang's hand suddenly turned into a beam of white light that pierced through the dark clouds in the sky, as if it was summoning sothing. Ye Qingyang said in a hoarse voice, "Cut the crap and let's fight directly!"
The black skull in the dark clouds was strung into a long skull pendant by the bone sword.
Ye Qingyang flew up and grabbed the hilt of the bone sword tightly with his slender and pale fingers. "Ghost Howl!" As he swung the hilt angrily, the skulls on the sword smashed towards Zhan Wuya one after another.
As each skull smashed towards Zhan Wuya, they all turned into balls of dense ghost energy that made it impossible to see clearly.
As Zhan Wuya's entire body was surrounded by ghost energy, his vision instantly darkened, preventing him from seeing anything clearly.
He held the spear in his hand calmly and stared at the endless ghost energy without moving.
Maintaining the status quo in order to defend against unexpected changes was the wisest solution.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Countless skulls fused together, and the entire arena beca filled with an eerie aura.
The participants sitting in the stands felt shocked and uneasy when they saw Ye Qingyang cause such a huge commotion.
If this ghostly cultivator fully matured, he would probably be able to devour everyone overnight.
The world had completely fallen into darkness and sunlight couldn't dispel the darkness at all.
At this mont, everything in the world was filled with gloominess.
When Zhan Wuya noticed that the ghost energy in the air had beco thick and sticky, his heart sank. He couldn't tell where the exit was or where Ye Qingyang was hiding.
As Zhan Wuya held the spear in his hand tightly, he perked up his ears to carefully listen to the changes in his surroundings.
"Wuya." Zhan Wuya suddenly heard his brother's voice.
"Wuya." His brother's anguished voice sounded beside his ear.
Brother!
Zhan Wuya tensed up.
Zhan Wuya once had a twin brother.
The stronger he was, the weaker his brother's body was.
They all said that in his mother's womb, he had snatched too much nutrition, causing his brother to be weak and malnourished. Zhan Wuya's brother was born sick. When Zhan Wuya awakened his beast form at the age of nine, his brother died overnight.
Everyone praised Zhan Wuya for being outstanding and being the personal disciple of the War God Clan's Patriarch.
However, no one knew that Zhan Wuya was the least liked child in his family.
Although he was talented, he was a sinner who had risen to glory at his brother's expense.
At ho, his mother always looked at him coldly and resentfully. On the day his brother passed away, his mother grabbed his shoulder tightly. Her sharp fingertips pierced through his clothes and burrowed into his tender flesh. She hissed and gritted her teeth as she questioned him, "Why aren't you the one who died?!"
Zhan Wuya's brother had been weak since he was young, so their mother placed all her attention on him.
She had protected her eldest son for nine years, but he suddenly died. Zhan Wuya's mother felt helpless and pained, so she vented her hatred on her second son.
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