Chapter 1055: The Tenth Prince of Great Chu

In the land of Nan Chu, figures filled the sky like a vast sea.

The reincarnated ones had returned in great numbers, all thanks to Ye Chen and his Dao body and clones, who had worked tirelessly for a decade.

This was a grand feast that lasted nine days and nine nights, with everyone shedding tears of joy. The delight of rebirth, the emotions of reunion, the stories of the past decade's hardships—all were endless, as were the sorrows of their previous lives.

On the tenth day, the multitude gathered at the Hero's Tomb in the heart of Da Chu.

Standing beneath the towering stele, everyone at the same moment raised their flasks and poured wine onto the vast earth. Their names were inscribed on the stele, but not all those buried there were present; they had once shed their blood for this land, yet they were absent.

Afterward, the various factions bid farewell and dispersed in all directions.

With the Tian Mo annihilated, only ninety-three cultivators remained among Ye Chen and his group. Though their numbers had grown to nearly ten thousand over ten years, Da Chu was immensely vast, and Bei Chu had been nearly abandoned for a decade.

Now, with the reincarnated ones reborn, though each faction had some losses, most still had members. With everyone returning to their rightful places, they naturally set out to rebuild their homelands.

Da Chu, after ten years, regained its former vitality.

Notably, whether in Nan Chu or Bei Chu, every faction adopted the titles of the Tian Ting.

This land, after the catastrophe ten years ago, finally entered an era of recovery and peace.

Although the reincarnated ones had returned, their cultivations had not. They needed time to recover and reach their peaks once more. Now, they were mostly around ten years old, in the prime of their youth and vigor.

In the days that followed, Da Chu passed in tranquility, with everything proceeding smoothly and orderly.

After an unknown period, a thunderous boom echoed across Da Chu.

In that instant, all eyes turned toward one direction, as if they could see through the distance to a figure bathed in golden light. He stood in the void sky, his back as unyielding as a mountain, never to fall.

Boom!

With another thunderclap, the entire heavens and earth of Da Chu trembled.

Then, darkness fell as rolling clouds engulfed everything, with thunder rampaging within. A pressure that made the heavens quake enveloped Da Chu—it was the majesty of the Tian Jing.

Beneath the sky, whether cultivators or ordinary people, any being with a spirit knelt on the ground in that moment, gazing up at the void with reverence, at that figure like a god of war.

"Damn!"

From the direction of Tian Xuan Men, someone blurted out a curse.

Listening closely, it was Fu Ya. Staring at the illusory water screen, he looked on in shock at Ye Chen in the scene, realizing that Ye Chen was on the verge of breaking through, stabilizing his Tian Jing cultivation.

He was stunned, utterly astonished.

After all, Chen Huang had ascended only about three thousand years ago, and his Tian Jing Dao imprint still exerted a strong suppression. According to historical patterns and Da Chu's innate restrictions, it should take another six thousand years for anyone to become a Huang.

Yet, Ye Chen had defied all expectations, shattering the eternal prohibitions and achieving the status of Huang against the heavens.

"Shen Nv, is it because the Zhutian Wheel of Reincarnation is in chaos that it gave him the breakthrough opportunity?"

"The Zhutian Wheel of Reincarnation is in chaos, but the innate restrictions remain."

"Then this is just too against the heavens!" Fu Ya smacked his lips. "Xuan Chen ascended only about three thousand years ago!"

"He walks the path of defying the heavens." Dong Huang Tai Xin smiled lightly. "He can slaughter great emperors and unlock bloodline limits. Everything he's done along the way defies the natural order. It's no surprise he broke Da Chu's shackles."

"He's breaking through! The Tian Ting Sheng Lord is breaking through!"

"The heavens bless us; we're witnessing the birth of Da Chu's tenth Huang."

"Ye Chen has truly defied the heavens!" An elder cultivator who had reincarnated trembled with excitement. "Chen Huang fell only about three thousand years ago, yet he broke the shackles—what incredible talent!"

"Oh, kings! If you could see this, what would you think?" The followers of past kings all wore dazed expressions. Their kings had lain dormant for ages without becoming Huang, but now Ye Chen had risen against the heavens. If the past kings were alive, they would surely be deeply affected.

Boom! Boom!

Amid the shock and roars, thunder raged across the heavens, converging into a sea of lightning spanning ten thousand zhang.

Ye Chen stood amidst the fury, his entire body enveloped in golden divine radiance, dazzling and radiant like a brilliant star. His vital energy surged like an ocean, every strand as heavy as a mountain.

He succeeded, having accumulated over the past decade and gained enlightenment through his journeys, finally finding the breakthrough opportunity.

In the sea of lightning, nine figures appeared simultaneously—the Dao imprints of Da Chu's nine Huang. When Ye Chen had advanced to Zhun Tian before, he had faced the nine Huang divine tribulation and nearly been obliterated.

This time, the nine Huang appeared again, their power even greater than before.

However, while the nine Huang divine tribulation was stronger, Ye Chen was no longer the same as before. He had achieved the perfected Sheng Ti and, ten years ago, slain a great emperor. The aura of slaughter in his bones was unmatched.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, the Yan Huang attacked.

Ye Chen moved, his expression indifferent, throwing a simple punch infused with myriad divine abilities. The powerful Dao body of Yan Huang was shattered by that single blow.

Hiss!

The Da Chu cultivators who had just arrived to watch all drew in a sharp breath.

That was Yan Huang! Even as a Dao body, it was beyond what ordinary Zhun Tian could compare to, yet Ye Chen had smashed it with one punch—what staggering combat power!

But upon second thought, everyone understood. Who was Ye Chen? Ten years ago, he had fought from Nan Chu all the way to Bei Zhen Cang Yuan, cutting through millions of Tian Mo troops, slaying countless demon generals, and staining his hands with the blood of demon lords and great emperors.

A figure like Ye Chen, whose power transcended the mundane, would likely overpower even a Da Chu Huang in person, let alone just a Dao imprint.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As everyone marveled, Ye Chen continued to strike. Each punch seemed ordinary and unadorned, yet carried the force to destroy heaven and earth. Even the Huang's Dao imprints couldn't withstand a single blow.

Watching on, everyone fell silent.

Ye Chen's Dao cultivation and divine abilities had far surpassed their comprehension. He had reached a supreme realm of returning to simplicity, beyond their ability to fathom.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The epic battle raged in the ten-thousand-zhang sea of lightning.

The nine Huang Dao imprints were utterly suppressed, and even united, they couldn't stand against Ye Chen alone.

Who would have thought this lightning tribulation would last three days and three nights?

The watching Da Chu cultivators had turned pale. What level of punishment was this? Even a single strand of lightning was beyond their ability to resist, yet Ye Chen had fought for three days and nights without a scratch.

Ye Chen's strength was indeed terrifying, not just to the Da Chu cultivators, but also to Dong Huang Tai Xin and the veteran Zhun Di at Tian Xuan Men.

In the sea of lightning, Ye Chen kept throwing punches, each one destroying a Huang Dao imprint.

He had entered a wondrous state, as if grasping the entire world in his fist. That supreme power allowed him to disregard all things; even if a true Huang appeared, he could shatter them.

This was his might, forged from slaying a great emperor—a stroke of great fortune.

As the lightning purified him, the hidden injuries left by the Tian Mo emperor in his body vanished without a trace.

He underwent nirvana in the ten-thousand-zhang sea of lightning. Every inch of his Sheng Ti absorbed the essence of the Dao, and his soul transformed bit by bit into a Yuan Shen, crystalline and radiantly holy.

Boom!

On the fourth day, he swept away the nine Huang Dao bodies with a single palm.

Then, he shattered the ten-thousand-zhang sea of lightning with one foot.

Finally, he lifted his head slightly, gazing at the heavens, as if peering through the endless void to the will of heaven itself—a mass of chaos, bearing heavenly majesty that tolerated no invasion by any living being.

Ye Chen's gaze provoked the will of heaven to rage. The chaotic energy surged wildly, gathering billions of thunderbolts to obliterate the one who defied it.

Ye Chen advanced, marching against the heavens.

This scene shocked Fu Ya, and even Dong Huang Tai Xin and the veteran Zhun Di paled.

What was Ye Chen doing? They all knew—he was waging war against the heavens!

Boom!

As everyone reeled in shock, Ye Chen had already blasted through the invisible barrier in the void.

He was indeed defying the heavens, battling his way upward. From thirty thousand zhang of the Tian Xiao, he charged into fifty thousand zhang of the Cang Qiong; from fifty thousand zhang of the Cang Qiong, he broke into eighty thousand zhang of the Xu Kong; and from eighty thousand zhang of the Xu Kong, he stormed into one hundred thousand zhang of the Xu Tian.

He fought his way up, step by step. For every zhang he advanced against the heavens, billions of thunderbolts poured down like a waterfall, each carrying world-ending power.

Yet, no matter how formidable the divine punishment of the heavens, it couldn't halt his progress.

He was too powerful, powerful enough to instill fear in the will of heaven itself. It frenziedly gathered thunder, manifesting the nine Huang Dao bodies again, along with the forms of the four divine beasts of thunder, a great sacred beast's divine punishment body, and countless other figures formed from lightning—some human, some beast—all to block his path.

Ye Chen was stained with blood, his mighty Sheng Ti cracking repeatedly.

But these wounds meant nothing to him now. Having once slain a great emperor, how could he fear the heavens?

"Fight!"

With a roar, he charged straight into the chaos representing the will of heaven.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Immediately, thunderous booms descended from the nine heavens. Each explosion made Da Chu tremble and the realms shake. Though Ye Chen stood at unimaginable heights, the Da Chu cultivators could still clearly see his figure—he was too radiant, like a blazing sun illuminating the world.

"Break!"

Ye Chen shouted coldly, unleashing the Zhutian secret techniques. His punch combined the power of reincarnation, bloodline, Dao principles, and myriad divine abilities, forcibly shattering the chaos that embodied the heavenly will.

The heavens, with that chaos laid flat, returned from darkness to light. The scorching sunlight poured down, bathing the world.

Ye Chen, Da Chu's tenth Huang!