Chapter 1062: Vermilion Bird

This is a vast and boundless starry sky, encompassing the entire universe and witnessing the changes through ancient ages and the vicissitudes of sea and mulberry fields. Every ray of starlight seems to be engraved with ancient traces.

In one corner of the starry sky, there is a fiery red star, exceptionally bright, adding a touch of splendor to this profound starry sky.

Each star has its name, and that fiery red ancient star is no exception—the starry sky bestows upon it the name Zhuque.

Overlooking the starry sky, the Zhuque Star is vast and boundless. This expanse of land, with its lush forests, presents a scene full of vitality, nurturing generations of creatures and composing ancient legends.

The night is peaceful and serene, with all sounds hushed.

If someone looks up at the starry sky, they would see a meteor falling, carrying ancient vicissitudes, crashing onto the Zhuque Star.

However, upon closer inspection, it turns out not to be a falling meteor, but a human figure, with tattered clothes, white hair, a full beard, looking decadent and exhausted, ancient and vicissitudinous.

He is Ye Chen.

He succeeded; after a hundred years of solitude, a hundred years of darkness, he finally found the Zhu Tian Wan Yu in the last moment before closing his eyes.

The night is still peaceful, but the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is rapidly gathering, forming vortices, surging like tides, vast like the sea, with the comatose Ye Chen at the center of the vortex.

His body is like a bottomless pit, voraciously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

And that surging spiritual energy, as if finding an outlet, surges into his body through all the pores.

Gradually, Ye Chen's depleted Dantian becomes abundant again, dispelling the thick aura of death surrounding him. His emaciated body regains vitality, and every part of his Shengti flashes with a crystalline light.

After a hundred years in the space black hole, he exhausted his last spirit stone and the last pill. He burned his sacred blood to propel himself forward, nearly turning himself into a mummy.

However, he is fortunate to have arrived here on the brink of life and death.

This ancient star is rich in spiritual energy. His Chaos Gongfa operates on its own, devouring vast amounts of spiritual energy, refining it into Fali, pulling Ye Chen back from the gates of hell.

As the night deepens, the spiritual energy of this heaven and earth is thinned by him to an extreme.

He is still in deep sleep, not yet awake, lying on the vast ground like an ice sculpture, motionless.

The breeze blows, stirring his white hair, strand by strand, brushing against his vicissitudinous and exhausted face, making him appear as lonely as in the space black hole.

In the morning, the dawn light bathes the Zhuque ancient star.

The breeze gently blows, and the sleeping Ye Chen wearily opens his eyes, but quickly covers his face with his hand. After a hundred years of darkness, the rays of light are extremely dazzling, making him afraid to look directly.

Where is this place?

Ye Chen wraps his pupils with Fali and looks around. The mountains and forests appear strangely unfamiliar in his eyes, but the dazzling sunlight feels warmly from the depths of his soul.

Suddenly, Ye Chen's eyes are filled with tears, and his body trembles with excitement. After a hundred years of vicissitudes, he has done it.

Abruptly, he stands up and steps into the sky.

However, to his bewilderment, he can only step up to a few hundred zhang into the sky and cannot go any further, as if there is a powerful force suppressing him.

Ye Chen instantly understands this clearly.

In Da Chu, he is the supreme being, able to ascend infinitely up to 200,000 zhang into the ethereal virtual heaven, but here, he is only a Tianjing cultivator with insufficient cultivation, so naturally, he cannot fly high; this is the suppression from the dark.

Nevertheless, a few hundred zhang is enough for him to overlook this land.

Below, it is a vast expanse of land, with lush mountains and forests full of vitality, and great rivers flowing like a giant dragon sprawling on the earth.

Gazing into the distance, there are continuous mountain ranges, one after another, with peaks soaring into the clouds, each majestic and imposing, standing on the earth like guardian deities protecting this land.

What surprises Ye Chen slightly is that in this vast and beautiful land with abundant spiritual energy, there is not a single person in sight.

Thinking about it, he subconsciously steps forward and flies in a certain direction.

Along the way, he looks left and right; he is not sure if this is the Zhu Tian Wan Yu he is looking for, so he needs to find an inhabited place. Once he asks, he will know.

For some reason, he feels an inexplicable tension in his heart.

This place is an unknown distance from Da Chu, a foreign land, and he is alone, naturally feeling lonely.

After three hours, he stops on a mountain peak, panting.

He did not expect that flying through the air here would consume so much energy; even with his Huanggu Shengti, he cannot sustain it.

The main reason is the pressure here; in Da Chu, he could shatter the sky with one palm, but here, he might not even break through space with one palm. The place has changed, and the invisible pressure has increased accordingly.

Here, he is no longer a Dacheng Shengti; he is just a Tianjing cultivator. Not to mention a Dadi, even a casual Huangjing expert could destroy him.

Thus, he sits down cross-legged on the ground, madly devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He has hidden injuries in his body.

After a hundred years of traveling through the space black hole, the backlash from the Xianlun Tiandao, and repeated crises, his Shengti is full of scars. Although he is now in Tianjing, his combat power is far from its peak, only about 40%.

So, he needs to recover to his peak state as soon as possible.

As Donghuang Taixin said, not everyone knows about his contributions to the Zhu Tian Wan Yu. This is a world where the strong prevail, and the law of survival is extremely cruel. Even though he has slain a Dadi, here he is like an ant; to survive, he must have the ability to protect himself.

After an hour, he stands up again.

What he thinks is to find a place with people; as long as he finds those places mentioned by Donghuang Taixin, everything else will be easy.

Thus, he goes on his way, stopping to rest, absorbing spiritual energy when his Fali is depleted, and continuing once replenished.

After some time, he pauses slightly.

In the distance, white clouds are hazy, mist lingers, enveloping a massive ancient city. Although far away, he can vaguely see figures flying through the sky, entering and exiting the huge ancient city.

Involuntarily, his body trembles.

After a hundred years, seeing a place with people again fills him with excitement, and he cannot wait to move forward.

Upon approaching, his expression becomes extraordinarily strange because he sees too many people with bizarre forms: some with lion heads and human bodies, some covered in scales, some with three heads and six arms, some with four eyes and eight ears. Finally, he sees a beauty, but she has a fox tail behind her.

What... what kind of place is this!

Ye Chen stops, not acting rashly, secretly concealing his Shengti bloodline, standing there obediently, his eyes darting left and right, constantly watching the passing cultivators.

Those who fly over, each like divine lights, pass by him without even glancing, except for that female cultivator with a fox tail, who throws him a flirtatious glance as she flies by.

Ye Chen coughs dryly, still standing there obediently.

With his Xianlun Eye, as he watches the figures fly by, he discerns some clues: those with strange appearances are mostly beasts that have transformed into human form, including some half-human half-beast with peculiar bloodlines.

Overall, normal humans like him are still the majority.

The more Ye Chen looks, the more he sighs; this place is truly extraordinary. Although the people look strange, they are all impressive. In just this short while, he has seen over a dozen special bloodlines.

Moreover, their cultivations: the weakest are at Tianjing third level, and there is even a Zhun Huangjing expert among them.

It's really infuriating to compare people; in Da Chu, how many years does it take to produce a Tianjing? Here, there are handfuls of them.

For some reason, Ye Chen suddenly has a strange idea: if he brought those peak Quasi-Tianjing from Da Chu here, would they all trigger the Tianjing divine tribulation at the same time? That scene would be spectacular.

Putting aside his thoughts, Ye Chen looks into the distance.

There, an old man in purple robes comes riding a sword, with an immortal demeanor, hands behind his back, a Tianjing peak cultivator.

Seeing this, Ye Chen hurriedly steps forward and bows to the purple-robed elder,

"This senior, this junior..."

Whoosh!

Before Ye Chen can finish, the sword-riding purple-robed elder flies past.

The elder completely ignores Ye Chen's bow and doesn't even acknowledge him, and the wind from his flight makes Ye Chen spin in place three times.

Ye Chen steadies himself, feeling extremely embarrassed.

He only wanted to ask where this is, but he was ignored on the spot. As the holy lord of the Heavenly Court in Da Chu, when has he ever been ignored like this?

But thinking about it, it's understandable; in this world where strength rules, as a half-baked Tianjing not at his peak, who would pay attention to you? If your cultivation were at Huangjing, who would dare ignore you?

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, Ye Chen doesn't mind; after all, his strength is what it is, no use being upset.

He doesn't leave, still standing there obediently, continuously bowing to the passing cultivators.

But, it seems he has no presence at all; one after another, the cultivators fly by without anyone responding. Occasionally, someone glances at him, their eyes full of contempt and disdain. During this, a burly man with a ghost-headed broadsword even tries to hit him without a word.

Helpless, Ye Chen decides not to ask anymore and heads straight to the ancient city below.

Youdu!

Ye Chen sees at a glance the two big characters engraved above the city gate, the name of this ancient city.

Now, he stands stunned under the city wall, like a country bumpkin, looking up at the city wall of Youdu. The wall is at least nine thousand zhang high; compared to this city gate, Nanchu's Nantian Gate is like child's play.

What shocks him the most is not this, but that this ancient city called Youdu is extraordinarily large!

Just now, he roughly estimated that the area of Youdu ancient city is actually larger than Dongyue of Nanchu; this has exceeded the scope of an ancient city; this is basically a kingdom.