“Ahhhhh——”

The woman's scream continued to echo in the secret room surrounded by crystal walls, the electronic equipment made beeping noises, and the doctors and nurses worked nervously. Everything showed that the pregnant woman who was about to give birth was not in good condition.

Yang Yunyun's pain has lasted for seventy hours.

During this period, the fetus in her belly continued to release fierce and majestic life energy, tearing every inch of Yang Yunyun's bones and flesh.

There are high-level healing apocalypse among the medical staff, and the psychic fluid given to Yang Yunyun is also the best in the federation, so whenever her body is torn apart from the inside, she can be healed immediately.

The pain continues and no one knows when it will end.

Di Wuhui had been standing outside for seventy hours. For a powerful person of his level, he could stand upright for several years without feeling any fatigue. However, Di Wuhui's face was pale at this time, full of worries about his wife.

Aberrant pure-blood royal family, it is difficult to have heirs.

The descendants of human S-level Apocalypse have a high probability of killing one and two.

This is probably the punishment of the mysterious heaven for "those who are born strong".

The birth of the emperor went smoothly and took no effort. Di Wuhui and Yang Yunyun thought they would be the lucky ones. After all, there was precedent for this. Both tribes occasionally had mothers suitable for childbearing.

However, no one expected that the danger of the second child would far exceed their own and the federation's expectations.

God's will is unpredictable, nothing else.

Fortunately, although the medical staff looked nervous, they were not too panicked. Obviously, although the situation was difficult, it was still within control.

Outside the Golden Palace, the emperor as the second line of guards, the king-level master above him, the [savior] Shi Yuntian guarding the passage, and the guards outside still didn't know what was going on.

Childbirth is ultimately Yang Yunyun's own business. What she needs is the help of medical staff and the company of her family. Although Di Jun is powerful, he is too young and will be at a loss if he knows too much. Di Wuhui did not tell him.

Moreover, Yang Yunyun did not want to show her vulnerability in front of her children.

…

At the same time, it was very, very far away from the "Golden Palace" of the delivery room.

In the warm hut, the dying old man slowly opened his eyes.

He is too old, so old that he is close to death. There is only a trace of vitality left in his body. He is not so much an old man who is lingering, but a fresh corpse that can breathe.

The old man's cloudy eyes looked at the other people in the hut. He was already very lost. He couldn't even name a single name for these extremely familiar faces.

"Where is this...?"

After the silence, a deep voice sounded in the hut:

"Wujiang Kongshuang, this is the ancestral home where you grew up...according to the agreement, you will end your life here."

The middle-aged man wearing a star crown walked to the old man and took out a dragon eye-sized crystal from his arms:

"This is the [Curse Fetus], which allows you to break through your limits. As an ancestor, you can briefly touch the true meaning of destiny...at the cost of your life."

The old man stared straight at the derivative in front of him and slowly swallowed it into his throat.

Everyone around him, including the middle-aged man wearing a star crown, sighed subconsciously.

After swallowing [Curse Fetus], Wujiang Kongshuang's consciousness improved visibly to the naked eye. He smiled, regained his former composure, and said softly:

"Everyone, don't let my Wujiang family lose its incense. I don't care about the false reputation of the royal family. As long as I can keep a few little children to offer incense to the elderly during the New Year and festivals, I can die in peace."

Others in the hut wanted to say something else, but were interrupted by Wujiang Kongshuang. It was obvious that they had been communicating and planning about today's matter for a long time and no more words were needed.

[Curse Embryo] began to take effect, and Wujiang Kongshuang quickly regained his previous strength. Then, he began to touch a higher level, and vaguely peeked into the infinite and vast magical field.

"Is this the world where the [Seven Deadly Sins] exist? It's really fascinating..."

Wujiang Kongshuang chuckled, raised his right arm to his chest, and clenched his fist calmly.

"Erasing the concept of indicating location" is indeed a great method, but the Wujiang family is a natural master of playing with space. Teleportation and shrinking are just playful games in childhood.

What's more, Wujiang Kongshuang is the last ancestor of Wujiang. After swallowing the [cursed fetus], his bloodline ability has faintly exceeded the legendary limit.

At this moment, whatever he wants in his mind, he can do it with his body.

The next moment, two points in space that were thousands of miles apart exchanged positions.

boom!

In the bright delivery room, Wujiang Kongshuang suddenly appeared on the hospital bed.

He opened his mouth wide, and the power of space burst out, twisting all the medical staff into flesh and blood and sucking them all into his belly.

"They say you have to eat well when you are decapitated. I don't like to eat people on weekdays, but after all, my time is running out, and red tape doesn't mean much anymore. You think so... Emperor Wuhui."

Before Wujiang Kongshuang finished speaking, a domineering fist struck him head-on.

Di Wuhui's fists were filled with irrepressible anger and murderous intent.

Wujiang Kongshuang felt that the playful and agile "space elf" in the past seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. He ran away in panic. If he was a step too late, he would be blown to pieces by Di Wuhui's overbearing power.

He only had time to turn slightly to the side before he was hit by the punch on the shoulder.

The earth roared.

…

Yang Yunyun's eyes suddenly darkened. When she came back to her senses, she found that she was already in a simple hut.

In the hut with a firewood pile burning, there were a few silent people.

Yang Yunyun was so shocked that she bit the tip of her tongue in disbelief to confirm whether what she saw was an hallucination caused by the severe pain.

"This is Yang Yunyun."

"The wife of Emperor Wuhui, the mother of the Emperor."

"Pitiful……"

"Who is not pitiful?" A woman sneered, and following her words, a stone with strange symbols flew towards Yang Yunyun.

The symbols on it look very much like eyes.

Yang Yunyun recognized what it was.

It's a pity that she can't do anything, not even commit suicide.

When the eye-shaped stone integrated into her body, Yang Yunyun looked crazy:

"You will die in the end! You will use your own power to make things worse, the great darkness will be endless, the great darkness will be heavy, the Nine Saints, the dignified ancestors of the old land..."

"Don't get angry, it's not good for the fetus." Da An Wu Jue, who was wearing a star crown on his head, sighed softly and fed Yang Yunyun a pill, which greatly relieved her pain.

"Bah! My husband, Emperor Wuhui, will definitely avenge me and my child..."

Yang Yunyun's spirit weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she soon passed out.

In the small house, all the old ancestors looked at the fainting woman and remained silent.

They are waiting for Wujiang Kongshuang to return.

Outside the hut, a large number of Wujiang clan members were dressed in plain clothes.

Everyone knows that soon, the big shots in the house will announce the death of their ancestor.

In front of the mourning hall, three young children knelt ignorantly at the front. The older Wujiang Yueling kept rubbing the candy hidden in his hand, thinking that when the ancestor came back, he would secretly stuff it to him.
Chapter completed!