Chapter 1219

Ah!

In the Mo Jia Dongfu, Ye Chen suddenly sat up.

After two or three seconds of daze, he hurriedly looked around and realized he had returned from the dream.

How is that possible! How is that possible!

Ye Chen clutched his head, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality, overwhelmed by doubts like a surging sea.

Open the door!

In his muddled thoughts, someone was kicking the door outside the cave.

It was Xiong Er, kicking away with great enthusiasm, as if ready to barge in with a wolf-tooth club.

Ye Chen shook his head and slowly stood up, glancing at the scroll with deeply furrowed brows.

All these doubts, I will resolve them eventually!

Taking a deep breath, Ye Chen waved his hand to put away the scroll and turned to leave the cave.

Immediately, cries of agony echoed outside the cave. The very Xiong Er who had been kicking the door moments ago was now pinned down and beaten by Ye Chen. Xiong Er had no idea where Ye Chen's anger came from, and Ye Chen himself didn't know why he was beating Xiong Er—there wasn't even a reason.

Xiong Er was beaten to tears, sobbing with snot and tears.

Ye Chen coughed awkwardly, realizing he had gone a bit too far. He then waved his hand to summon the image imprinted on Heng Yue Shanfeng: Tang Ruxuan was sitting on the mountaintop with her knees hugged, quietly gazing at the hazy starry sky.

At this, Xiong Er cried even harder.

Hua Yun, Zhou Ao, Yue Chi Xun, and the Da Chu reincarnated ones arrived, all stunned by the sight of Xiong Er like this.

Ye Chen kept waving his hand, sending out streams of immortal light from his divine sea, each containing images he had captured in Da Chu.

The reincarnated ones trembled as they watched, their eyes filled with tears of excitement.

That night, the Da Chu reincarnated ones gathered together. The air was filled with the scent of wine, and the atmosphere was warm and lively.

It wasn't until late at night that everyone drank themselves into a stupor.

Ye Chen stood up, using his cultivation to dispel the alcohol, and took one last look at the reincarnated ones before stepping into the void.

He had stayed in Xuan Tian Xingyu long enough, searching every ancient star and finding all the Da Chu people who had reincarnated there. His mission in this star domain was complete; it was time for a new journey.

Behind him, those who had been dead drunk suddenly rose and waved toward the direction Ye Chen had left. This farewell might mean they wouldn't meet again for centuries.

Ye Chen flew out of Nan Tian Xing, glanced at the star map, and shot through the starry sky like a divine ray.

This was another lonely voyage.

Three days later, he left Xuan Tian Xingyu and entered a new starry expanse, marked on the star map as Li Tian Xingyu.

Like Xuan Tian Xingyu, the edges of Li Tian Xingyu were desolate and uninhabited. He flew for a full day without seeing a single ancient star with life, though there were plenty of meteor fragments.

After some time, he spotted a few scattered cultivators passing by, but they merely flashed through the stars.

Ahead, the starry sky trembled, making Ye Chen instinctively stop.

The trembling was due to a powerful pressure. There was a figure there—more precisely, a massive, robust person over three zhang tall, bare-chested and barefoot, wearing a tiger skin around his waist and carrying a black wolf-tooth club.

He seemed like a barbarian from the great wilderness, exuding a primordial aura even before approaching. His muscles radiated overwhelming power, and his eyes, like copper bells, shone with brilliant immortal light.

Sheng Ren!

Ye Chen murmured to himself. This person's pressure was extremely strong, more formidable than any Sheng Ren he had encountered.

As Ye Chen murmured, the barbarian approached, shouldering a colossal creature. Upon closer inspection, it was a massive black Jiaolong, covered in blood and over a hundred zhang long.

A three-zhang-tall barbarian carrying a hundred-zhang Jiaolong—this sight even shocked Ye Chen. Though the Jiaolong was dead, he could still tell it had been a Sheng Ren.

Impressive!

Ye Chen sighed inwardly, imagining the terrifying scene of the barbarian beating the Sheng Ren Jiaolong to death with his wolf-tooth club.

This guy is not to be messed with!

Ye Chen thought to himself and quickly veered away.

Hmm?

As soon as Ye Chen flew off, the passing barbarian turned his head instinctively, his sharp eyes flashing with light.

Without delay, he chased after Ye Chen, still shouldering the Jiaolong. Though his large frame looked clumsy, he was anything but; with one step, he covered thousands of zhang, blocking Ye Chen in the starry sky.

Suddenly blocked, Ye Chen frowned slightly.

"Senior, why are you stopping me?"

"Huang Gu Sheng Ti." The barbarian sized up Ye Chen, his large nose twitching.

"What Huang Gu Sheng Ti?" Ye Chen feigned confusion as he looked at the barbarian.

"I won't eat you, so what's there to fear?" The barbarian laughed heartily, his voice like a booming bell, making the surrounding space shake. "Don't lie to me; I can smell your Sheng Ti blood."

"Senior must have smelled wrong." Ye Chen chuckled dryly and tried to leave.

"I'll trade this black Jiaolong for a strand of your Sheng blood." The barbarian blocked him again, grinning. "This is good stuff—all treasure. Take it back and roast it; it's delicious."

"What fine taste." Ye Chen's mouth twitched, feeling a newfound respect for the barbarian. From his tone, it seemed he ate Sheng Ren-level beasts regularly.

"Trade or not?" The barbarian stared at Ye Chen, his bright eyes gleaming.

"I'm not a Huang Gu Sheng Ti."

"Don't lie to me." The barbarian sniffed again.

"Wait, huh?" Ye Chen stopped mid-sentence, eyeing the burly barbarian and then the black Jiaolong on his shoulder. It looked familiar no matter how he looked at it.

"What a coincidence!" Ye Chen stroked his chin, full of gǎnkǎi. He had seen this Sheng Ren black Jiaolong before.

That day, when he, Dong Yang, and Qing Yue were traveling, three Sheng Ren had ambushed them to capture him: a black-robed one, a white-robed one, and a silver-robed one. The black-robed one's true form was this very Jiaolong now on the barbarian's shoulder.

"Karma?" Ye Chen said meaningfully. That day, the black-robed Sheng Ren had been incredibly arrogant, but now he met this end—even in his true form, he was slain.

"Trade or not?" The barbarian was still waiting for Ye Chen's answer.

"Senior, where did you get this Jiaolong?"

"From the starry sky ahead. It tried to eat me, so I killed it."

"Just him alone?"

"There were three others, but I chased them off." The barbarian was straightforward, hiding nothing.

"How incredibly fierce!" Ye Chen marveled inwardly. All Sheng Ren, and this guy took on three, killing one. He felt relieved it wasn't Dong Yang or Qing Yue who had died.

"I'll use your blood to save someone. If you won't trade, I'll just take it." The barbarian raised his wolf-tooth club—a ferocious Sheng weapon that could make even a Sheng Ren cry with one swing.

"I can trade, but you have to add the copper bracelet on your wrist." Ye Chen said, glancing at the bracelet, which was made of special immortal materials.

"This bracelet is a family heirloom; I can't give it."

"Then I'm afraid I can't help."

"Fine, I'll just take it!" The barbarian set down the black Jiaolong and swung his massive hand like a fan.

"You can't do that." Ye Chen didn't hesitate, using Shrinking Earth Into Inch to escape. But as soon as he moved, the space where he had been exploded from the barbarian's palm—its power was overwhelmingly domineering.

The barbarian followed with another sky-covering hand.

Xian Lun Tian... Pfft!

Ye Chen tried to activate Xian Lun Tian, but failed. He hadn't even finished saying the words before spitting out blood. Perhaps from peering into the scroll, the powerful backlash had messed up his Xian Lun eye again. Though it hadn't self-sealed, it still blocked the technique.

Unable to escape into the space black hole, Ye Chen was in trouble. He was swatted away by the barbarian's palm.

Whoa!

Passing cultivators stopped to watch, their eyes following Ye Chen's trajectory.

Boom!

Soon, a boom echoed from a dead ancient star eight thousand zhang away. Ye Chen, sent flying, had smashed it apart.

The barbarian shouldered the black Jiaolong and strode over in one step.

Whoa!

Ye Chen staggered to his feet, his Sheng body cracked from the hit. Luckily, the barbarian hadn't used full force, or he might have been killed on the spot. That guy was absurdly strong.

Nonsense!

Ye Chen swayed, blood pouring from his mouth. If he'd known his Xian Lun eye would interfere, he would have traded the Jiaolong without hesitation and avoided getting hit.

"Come with me. I only need the Sheng blood; I won't kill you." The barbarian's copper bracelet flew out, looping around Ye Chen just as he steadied himself. Ancient barbarian patterns flowed on it—a powerful sealing technique that left Ye Chen completely immobilized.

"I'll trade, I'll trade." Ye Chen gave in, forcing a smile.

"I've thought it through; it's safer if you come with me." The barbarian slung his large wolf-tooth club over his back, shouldered the black Jiaolong, and grabbed Ye Chen, heading off into the starry sky.

What a pity for Ye Chen, the mighty Huang Gu Sheng Ti, the emperor of Da Chu, who once slaughtered a great emperor. Now, he was carried like a little chick, unable to move.

"Senior, what's your exact level?"

"Sheng Wang."

"I want to go home." Ye Chen nearly cried.

He had thought it was just a fierce Sheng Ren, but he underestimated this big guy. A Sheng Wang was a level above Sheng Ren— no wonder Dong Yang and the others had fled.

Since coming to Zhu Tian Wan Yu, this barbarian was the highest-level person Ye Chen had met, and unluckily, he had run right into him and taken a solid hit, almost getting wrecked.

"I won't kill you."

"Senior is a Sheng Wang; you must keep your word."

"Of course. We barbarians value integrity above all." The barbarian's voice was deep, and he kept saying "I" in that folksy way, making Ye Chen feel a bit embarrassed. He'd seen arrogant Sheng Ren before, but this down-to-earth Sheng Wang was a first. If it were a less even-tempered one, he'd be done for by now.