Chapter 1198: Heavenly Tribulation Breaks the Seal

Chapter 1198: Heavenly Tribulation Breaks the Seal

It's the reincarnated one!

In the sea of thunder, tears blurred his vision, but the figure of that young man was extraordinarily clear.

Boom!

In that instant, thunder roared, shattering his sacred body and engulfing him in the surging sea of thunder.

Open!

Ye Chen roared, fiercely resisting the thunder, tears streaming down his face. He could see that the reincarnated one was suffering a great calamity, which was why he was bound in shackles, like a criminal being led to the execution ground.

Yet, seeing the reincarnated one in such a miserable state, he was powerless to help, unable to intervene and rescue him. Ye Chen himself was barely holding on, like a clay Buddha crossing a river. A saint was lurking outside, watching menacingly. He was in constant danger of being destroyed, so how could he save anyone else?

This scene was a perfect irony.

A hundred years ago, on the land of Da Chu, the cultivators of Da Chu fought nearly to the last man to block the heavenly demons. Ninety million heroic souls bled on the battlefield, defending the gates of the heavens and protecting the lives of the myriad domains.

But a hundred years later? Those who had once guarded the myriad domains were now one being hunted and the other dragged to the execution ground.

Ah!

Ye Chen roared in fury, a bellow from the depths of his soul, directed at the heavens and at all living beings.

Boom!

His anger seemed to provoke the wrath of the heavens, summoning even more thunder. The already vast sea of thunder expanded further in all directions, devouring vast stretches of star space and obliterating countless meteorites.

The silver-robed saint's expression darkened, forcing him to retreat once more.

Open! Open for me!

Ye Chen continued to roar, assaulting the seal of the Xian Lun Eye.

He knew that only by breaking the seal of the Xian Lun Eye could he have a chance at survival and rescue the reincarnated one.

Boom!

The sea of thunder raged, submerging him repeatedly, only for him to break through again and again.

Ye Chen's battle intent soared to the heavens, just as it had a hundred years before. Dragging his shattered sacred body, he charged against the heavens, blasting through the thunder along the way with his invincible will, defying the merciless intent of the heavens.

The silver-robed saint frowned.

Setting aside his role as a pursuer, he was still impressed by Ye Chen.

Yet, despite that, his eyes remained ice-cold. He absolutely could not allow Ye Chen to leave alive.

The Huang Gu Sheng Ti, a bloodline that rivaled the great emperors, was a heavenly-defying existence. If allowed to grow, it would become an eternal titan that shook the stars. Without a great emperor, who could suppress it?

Boom! Boom! Rumble! Rumble!

The Tian Jie thunder punishment grew increasingly fierce, each bolt carrying destructive power.

Ye Chen, charging against the heavens, suffered heavy blows to his sacred body, cracking it open repeatedly, only to regenerate each time.

However, as he was injured, he was also undergoing nirvana. The Tian Jie was ferocious, but it was also a prime tool for tempering his sacred body. Most importantly, under the Tian Jie, the seal of the Xian Lun Eye had begun to loosen.

Open! Open for me!

Ye Chen's eyes were blood-red, directing the thunder of divine punishment and the will of the heavens toward the Xian Lun Eye.

Pop!

Amid the billions of thunderbolts, a faint sound echoed.

To the silver-robed saint, this sound meant nothing, but to Ye Chen, it was filled with endless hope.

The Xian Lun Eye was unsealed, and the threat of the quasi-emperor Dao principles was erased by the Tian Jie divine punishment.

Excellent!

Ye Chen's eyes blazed with divine light as he ascended in a single step, charging straight for the source of the Tian Jie. It was still a hazy expanse of chaotic clouds, which he forcefully tore apart with his hands raised to the sky.

Immediately, the thunder dissipated, the sea of thunder collapsed, and the Tian Jie in this star space vanished with the destruction of the chaotic clouds. Ye Chen's cultivation stabilized perfectly at the quasi-emperor realm.

Now!

A cold light flashed in the silver-robed saint's eyes as he extended his hand, manifesting a demonic palm that covered a thousand zhang of star space.

Pfft!

Ye Chen, who had just steadied himself, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and was forced to his knees.

Ants are still just ants!

The silver-robed saint descended from high above the star space, looking down at Ye Chen like a worldly king gazing upon a lowly ant, his saintly pressure fully unleashed, pinning Ye Chen in place.

Ye Chen said nothing and activated Tian Dao, vanishing instantly.

Hmm?

The silver-robed saint's brows furrowed deeply. How could a cultivator disappear so abruptly? Even his saintly divine sense detected no trace.

Yet, in the next second, Ye Chen returned from the space black hole, but his condition was utterly wretched. His already damaged sacred body was now a mangled mess, covered in bloody bones like an asura, terrifying and gruesome, with only half his skull remaining.

Damn it!

He had encountered a fearsome entity in the space black hole. In just a second, his sacred body had nearly been ground to ash.

The saintly pressure returned, forcing him to his knees, trapping him firmly.

What other tricks do you have?

The silver-robed saint's words were sinister as he pointed from the heavens, unleashing a domineering immortal light aimed straight at Ye Chen's yuan shen.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed, and Ye Chen's sacred body was pierced on the spot, sending him plummeting from the star space.

The silver-robed saint reached out and seized Ye Chen, pulling him close. Ye Chen was lifeless, a cold corpse.

Mission accomplished!

The silver-robed saint smirked faintly and turned to leave, but after taking a step, he paused. He glanced at Ye Chen's sacred body and then at the star space ahead, a mocking smile curling his lips.

A few seconds later, the silver-robed saint dragged Ye Chen's sacred body away from the area, heading in the opposite direction from where the purple-robed saint and black-robed saint were.

His goal was simple: to claim the spoils for himself.

The Huang Gu Sheng Ti was an extraordinary existence, a heavenly-defying bloodline that appeared once in a hundred thousand years. Every part of it was a priceless treasure, so why share it with the others?

This battered star space fell into eerie silence with his departure.

After an unknown amount of time, cultivators arrived to investigate, not just one group. Seeing the ruined star space, they all shivered and quickly returned to report to their superiors.

This was a world shrouded in mist, full of bizarre wonders that sparked endless imagination.

Ye Chen was within it. This world was the Xian Xu Realm, the consciousness realm of the Xian Lun Eye. He hadn't died; in the split second before the silver-robed saint's fatal strike, his yuan shen had escaped into this realm.

You old bastard!

Ye Chen looked up and saw the silver-robed saint, his aged face twisted in savagery, his old eyes gleaming with greed.

After some time, the silver-robed saint landed on an ancient star.

This ancient star was quite large, even bigger than Wang Gu Star, but it was devoid of any life forms—barren, with not a blade of grass, no signs of life anywhere, just scorched earth as far as the eye could see.

The silver-robed saint descended and flew into a desolate mountain range, setting down Ye Chen's body.

Then, he waved his hand and produced ninety-nine array flags, engraving dense array patterns all around. The flags interconnected, forming intricate concealment arrays to prevent detection.

Only after finishing did the silver-robed saint approach Ye Chen.

He didn't immediately occupy Ye Chen's body. Instead, he brought out a dan furnace, placed Ye Chen's body inside, and ignited his yuan shen flames to envelop it, clearly intending to refine and repair the sacred body.

Seeing this, Ye Chen, who was about to return his yuan shen and launch a surprise attack, couldn't help but smile. If someone was willing to repair his sacred body, he was more than happy to let it happen.

The silver-robed saint had no idea Ye Chen was still alive. His full focus was on restoring the sacred body.

He was extraordinarily generous, tossing in various spiritual herbs and heavenly treasures to be refined into Ye Chen's sacred body. Since he planned to take it over, he spared no expense.

Under his refinement, Ye Chen's sacred body rapidly healed, wounds closing visibly.

Everything proceeded smoothly.

To ensure perfection, the silver-robed saint went all out, investing heavily. Even Ye Chen in the Xian Xu Realm was astounded by the rare treasures, many of which he had never seen before, each a legendary rarity.

I really have to thank you!

In the Xian Xu Realm, Ye Chen smirked playfully, waiting for the silver-robed saint to finish repairing his body before striking back with a surprise.

As night fell and darkness enveloped the sky,

In a distant star space, Dong Yang, Qing Yue, the purple-robed saint, and the black-robed saint were all in a sorry state.

They had ceased fighting. The purple-robed saint and black-robed saint had fled, pursuing the silver-robed saint, while Dong Yang and Qing Yue moved swiftly, their divine senses spread wide in search of Ye Chen.

However, after searching and calling out along the way, they found no trace of the silver-robed saint or Ye Chen.

Bastard!

The purple-robed saint was furious, suspecting a certain possibility.

Bastard!

The black-robed saint cursed too. The silver-robed saint hadn't met up with them, which confirmed everything—that treacherous one must have captured the Huang Gu Sheng Ti and left, intending to keep the rewards for himself.

Their faces twisted with rage, murderous intent surging. As saints, they had been played.

Compared to them, Dong Yang and Qing Yue were also filled with killing intent, likely realizing that Ye Chen had met a dire fate. A quasi-emperor being hunted by a saint had almost no chance of survival.

It's all because of you!

Dong Yang roared in anger, charging at the purple-robed saint.

You deserve to die!

Qing Yue also raged, lunging at the black-robed saint.

Seeing this, the purple-robed saint and black-robed saint retreated immediately. With the Huang Gu Sheng Ti already taken, they had no desire to fight further. Continuing would only add to their injuries.

Where do you think you're going?

Dong Yang and Qing Yue wouldn't let them off, pursuing with overwhelming killing intent.

Do you really intend to fight to the death?

The purple-robed saint and black-robed saint both shouted in fury.

To the death!

Dong Yang and Qing Yue shouted back, blaming Ye Chen's death entirely on the purple-robed saint and black-robed saint. They attacked relentlessly, like madmen.

The purple-robed saint and black-robed saint spat blood, whether from wounds or rage, it was unclear.

Not only had they gained nothing from this battle, but they were also left battered, provoked two frenzied saints, and offended the colossal Tian Fu Shen Chao. It was a complete loss.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The quiet star space erupted into chaos again, with four saints clashing. The scene was massive, and wherever they passed, cultivators on ancient stars dared not show themselves, hastily activating their mountain-protecting barriers to avoid the fallout.

From afar, this star space was riddled with chaos everywhere the four saints rampaged, leaving it in ruins.