Eternal Beast Taming Family

"Thump~"

As the fourth bell rang, a faint, mournful melody seemed to drift through the air.

Chu Mu shook his head slightly at Chu Shengyuan, "Prepare for your funeral."

A simple sentence instantly shattered Chu Shengyuan's mental defenses; his expression became somewhat out of control, and his voice became extremely hoarse.

"That bead, didn't it restore my grandfather to normal? Why is he like this now?"

"Thump~"

As the fifth bell rang, the world instantly transformed, and snow began to fall across the territories of both dynasties, blanketing the land in white.

"That only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. The exterior may be lush and green, but the interior is already empty."

"Ancestor Chu, you knew all along, why didn't you tell us so we could find other solutions?"

Chu Shengyuan was emotional, and his tone was inevitably somewhat harsh.

Chu Shengfan spoke in a deep voice, "Xiao Yuan, shut up."

He bowed slightly to Chu Mu before speaking softly, "This must be my grandfather's intention."

'Thump~'

As the sixth bell tolled, a sense of sorrow permeated the air, and all things in the world seemed to be filled with grief; at this moment, heaven and earth grieved together.

Chu Shengfan walked gently to the recliner, kowtowed three times respectfully in front of Chu Jingyu, and then carried his grandfather back into the house.

"Thump~"

As the seventh bell rang, the ancient tree in the courtyard immediately shed its withered leaves, and the once vibrant tree instantly became dry and heavy.

The rest of the Chu family arrived one after another. Realizing what was happening, Chu Qinhui walked unsteadily, eventually crawling into the house on his knees.

Chu Daoxuan, Chu Daoling, and the others following behind looked somewhat bewildered, as if their minds were overloaded and they didn't know what expression to make.

"Thump~"

As the eighth bell rang, the essence of heaven and earth converged within the Taici Courtyard, along with the fortune of the Chu family, flowing into Chu Jingyu's body to protect his physical form and ensure its immortality.

As long as the Chu family's fortune continues to sustain him, his physical body can exist eternally in this state.

At this moment, the Chu family finally accepted the fact that Chu Jingyu had passed away, and sobs could be heard from inside the room.

"Thump~"

The ninth bell tolls, a sound that has a long history, resounding through the ages, its lingering resonance never ceasing.

Hearing the crying coming from inside the room, Chu Mu felt a pang of pity and returned to his source artifact.

……

The heavy snow fell for seven days on Wandao Mountain and even across the two dynasties.

But the snow was strange; it had been falling for so long, yet it only accumulated to a depth of three inches on the ground, and it didn't have much impact on normal life.

This day was also the last day of the mourning period; when the time came, the funeral would take place.

Since the Chu family is now royalty, Chu Jingyu's funeral was extremely elaborate.

Only the most powerful figures or high-ranking officials of the two dynasties were allowed to come to Wandao Mountain to pay their respects.

Members of other factions are only allowed to perform unified worship in the capital.

At noon, in the main hall of the Chu family, all the Chu family members, dressed in white mourning clothes, knelt in unison before a yellow wooden coffin to offer sacrifices.

Strangely enough, the Chu family possessed two dynasties, but the coffin used to house the former patriarch of the Chu family was made of some kind of ordinary wood that only looked relatively hard.

It's not quite true that the former patriarch wasn't valued by the Chu family, since both of the Chu family's emperors were obediently kneeling before the coffin.

Perhaps there is another layer of origin unknown to the world, which has become a mystery in the hearts of those ministers who can come here.

Before sealing the coffin, Chu Shengfan came to the coffin and walked around it, scattering golden lotus flowers into it continuously.

These are all unripe "golden lotuses of faith" on the "Tree of All Beings in the Mortal World," which, according to the information, possess the power to create miracles.

Now Chu Shengfan has scattered a large amount of it into the coffin, and it is unknown whether it can truly fulfill his secret expectations.

The heavy coffin was closed, and the "Pupil Spirit Jade King Beast," with a sorrowful expression and tears in its eyes, stepped forward and used its body to support the coffin as it headed towards the Chu family's gate.

The Chu family members carried the coffin out and headed straight for the back of Wandao Mountain.

Halfway through the journey, an eagle descended from the sky, carrying a fragrant twig in its beak, and landed at the front of the group.

The Chu family servants recognized this as one of the source beasts contracted by Chu Jingyu. After consulting with Chu Qinhui, they allowed the eagle to place the fragrant branch on the coffin.

The eagle let out a sharp, mournful cry, glanced back at the coffin one last time, and then flapped its wings and left Wandao Mountain without looking back.

Perhaps it is time for it to completely let go of the past and go find a new world for itself.

After traveling for a while, ghostly flames appeared in the air. With Chu Qinhui's permission, the spirit fire swept across the surface of the coffin, and many mysterious runes instantly appeared on the originally smooth surface.

After all this was done, the spirit fire cleared the way, and the funeral procession continued on its way.

The group passed through the icy pool, where lotus flowers floated in the air. At the bottom of the coffin, a lotus platform made of ice crystals appeared, emanating a chilling aura, as if a divine thought of the "Snow Lotus" was attached to it.

The remaining journey eventually led to the destination smoothly.

A tranquil spot on the back of Wandao Mountain, where the bamboo is lush and the light and shadow play softly.

The funeral procession slowly came to a stop. This place was originally the ancestral burial site of the Chu family, which Chu Jingyu had chosen long ago. Because of their long lifespans, the rest of the Chu family did not value this place much.

I never imagined that one day they would actually bring the Chu family here for burial.

If they wanted to build a grand mausoleum, the Chu family could easily accomplish it with their current strength.

However, Chu Jingyu demanded that everything be kept simple, and he also forbade his descendants from building large-scale mausoleums, as this was too extravagant and wasteful.

The coffin was slowly lowered into the ground, and a mound of earth was gradually filled in.

The stone tablet, which had been prepared long ago and carved by Tianhua Minggu, was erected in front of the grave, with a few simple characters written on it.

"The Tomb of Chu Jingyu, erected by his son Chu Qinhui from 56 BC to November 12, 331 AD."

Behind the stone tablet, there is a brief description of Chu Jingyu's life, from the establishment of his family to leading his clan to Wandao Mountain. The hardships he faced were all described in a few hundred words of the inscription.

The Chu clan members bowed again, their cries echoing through the bamboo forest.

Half an hour later, Chu Qinhui was the first to get up, holding a memorial tablet with Chu Jingyu's name on it, and led everyone back to the Chu family.

With a creak.

The two doors of the ancestral hall were wide open, welcoming the first ancestral tablet of the Chu family, which had been established for more than 300 years.

After the ceremony and worship, the rest of the Chu family left the ancestral hall, leaving only Chu Qinhui, Chu Shengfan, Chu Shengyuan, and Chu Shengyu.

Chu Qinhui knelt on the ancestral hall, and Chu Mu's figure materialized beside him. He walked up to Chu Qinhui, whose eyes were somewhat vacant, and handed him something.