Chapter 1310

The heavenly tribulation had dispersed, leaving an absolute silence in its wake, as the vast crowd stood motionless, watching quietly.

Everyone was still shaken, the brutal scenes from earlier replaying in their minds, leaving them with lingering fear.

Ye Chen stood steady, but his condition was dire. The remaining emperor dao laws from Long Di and Sheng Huang raged within his body, devouring his vital essence and origins, and damaging his dao roots.

Seeing this, Long Wu, who was at the edge of the crowd, immediately stepped forward, intending to bring Ye Chen back to the family for treatment.

However, before he could take another step, a pitch-black divine arrow shot towards Ye Chen. No one knew who fired it, but it was incredibly powerful, carrying devastating divine force that aimed to obliterate him.

"Damn it!"

Long Wu roared in fury, wanting to rush to the rescue, but he was too late—the arrow was too fast.

The surrounding cultivators erupted in an uproar, and even some elder experts who pitied Ye Chen's talent wanted to save him, but they couldn't catch up.

Under everyone's gaze, the pitch-black arrow pierced through the starry sky. It was overwhelmingly cold and heavy, causing that section of space to collapse. The attacker must have been an unparalleled master, as the arrow's power could shatter the heavens and split the earth.

When the smoke cleared, it revealed a scarred and ravaged starry sky, with no sign of Ye Chen's bloodied figure.

Witnessing this, countless cultivators sighed in regret.

It was because Ye Chen was too strong and astonishing, with immense potential. Given enough time, he would undoubtedly become a supreme eternal overlord. His existence posed a massive threat to many forces.

And so, this scene unfolded: while Ye Chen was gravely injured, they sought to nip him in the bud.

Ah!

After the sighs, mournful cries echoed throughout the starry skies, as everyone instinctively believed Ye Chen had been slain.

Regret filled their hearts. A heaven-defying bloodline like the Huang Gu Sheng Ti, appearing only once in a hundred thousand years, such a brilliant junior. He had survived the heavenly tribulation, only to be killed by a mysterious powerhouse—how could this not evoke lamentation?

Little did they know, in the instant before the divine arrow struck Ye Chen, he had already escaped into a space black hole. In his weakened state, he could never have withstood that fatal shot.

As for the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan, it had broken its self-seal due to the tribulation, but it was still restrained by the Chi Mei curse.

Wait for me!

Ye Chen said coldly, sitting down cross-legged. He knew exactly who had ambushed him. The mysterious attacker hid in the void space, thinking they had acted flawlessly, but they couldn't escape the scrutiny of the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan.

Since he knew who it was, he wouldn't let it slide. This was a blood debt, to be repaid with blood.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes slightly, his origins and dao laws trembling together, like an invisible hand erasing the lingering emperor dao laws in his body. As the Xian Lun Tian Sheng and the Man Huang Lian Ti operated, his damaged saint body visibly regenerated new flesh.

Then, one storage bag after another burst open, releasing pills that turned into pure medicinal essence, pouring into his body. His saint body was like a bottomless pit, voraciously absorbing them to replenish the energy lost to the tribulation.

Everything proceeded smoothly. In the deep, desolate black hole, he stood out starkly.

Outside, the cultivators from all directions had begun to disperse, their expressions varied—some sighing, some lamenting, some regretting, and some sneering. Soon, the starry sky returned to its usual emptiness.

Once the crowd had scattered, Long Wu remained standing there, quietly gazing at the spot where Ye Chen had vanished.

He understood Ye Chen better than anyone, knowing that Ye Chen was still alive and hidden in the space black hole. How could a peerless ruthless figure, capable of slaying a flawless great emperor, be killed so easily?

After a long while, with no sign of Ye Chen appearing, Long Wu furrowed his brow. He knew the severity of Ye Chen's injuries and that it would take time for him to emerge from the black hole and heal properly.

Only then did Long Wu take a deep breath, glance one last time at that section of the starry sky, and turn to leave.

In the space black hole, Ye Chen sat in meditation like an old monk, his saint body fully restored, and the last trace of emperor dao laws in his body eradicated. His aura became robust, his vital energy surging like the sea.

Beside him, the Hun Dun Shen Ding floated, humming and trembling, with chaotic qi overflowing and chaotic dao patterns intertwining.

Under the tribulation, Ye Chen had transformed, and so had it, emerging even more extraordinary. The sword marks inflicted by Tai Xu Long Di were slowly healing, a testament to how remarkable this artifact was for self-repair.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, nine hours had slipped by.

It wasn't until the tenth hour that Ye Chen gently exhaled a breath and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were even deeper now, like ancient wells without ripples, but upon closer inspection, one could see visions weaving in their depths and the great dao evolving—a profound mystery born of transformation and rebirth.

Not bad!

Ye Chen smiled slightly, standing up and stretching his somewhat stiff saint body. The surging power within him gave him confidence to face a Sheng Wang level opponent.

After stretching, he glanced at the Hun Dun Shen Ding and was stunned—it had advanced.

After a hundred years of devouring countless extraordinary artifacts, his life-bound divine cauldron had finally entered the ranks of saint weapons. Combined with the fierce aura from battling an emperor, its power must be overwhelmingly dominant.

Not bad!

Ye Chen smiled again, peering into the cauldron. Inside, it was a chaotic void, forming a small world of its own, incredibly profound. It possessed intelligence and was evolving dao laws on its own.

Shifting his gaze, he noticed that the ancient tomb zombie, previously sealed in the Hun Dun Shen Ding, was gone.

He wasn't surprised. During the fierce battle with Tai Xu Long Di, the cauldron had suffered severe damage, affecting the zombie inside, which must have turned to ash in the chaos.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!

Ye Chen sighed wistfully, waving his hand to scatter the zombie's ashes into the black hole, allowing it to rest in peace.

Only then did he summon a bronze furnace and release Shangguan Yu'er from within.

The moment Shangguan Yu'er emerged from the furnace, she instinctively stepped back, her expression filled with terror as she looked at Ye Chen.

In the furnace, she had witnessed Ye Chen slaying two saints, seen how he endured the heavenly tribulation, and watched him defeat those two fearsome beings.

From start to finish, she was the only one who fully understood the events.

She was shocked by Ye Chen's power.

She was terrified of such a formidable person in the world.

Perhaps shock and fear overwhelmed her thoughts, making her momentarily forget the surrounding endless darkness.

A couple of seconds later, she snapped back, trembling as she gripped her killing sword and pointed it at Ye Chen. Glancing around the black hole, she then looked at him.

"What... what is this place?"

"A space black hole." Ye Chen chugged a mouthful of wine, replying casually.

"A space black hole?" Shangguan Yu'er's face turned even paler. She had only heard of black holes' infamous dangers, and this was her first time experiencing one—it was as sinister and terrifying as the rumors said.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Ye Chen grinned, his eyes roaming over Shangguan Yu'er.

"What... what are you doing?" Shangguan Yu'er stepped back instinctively, her sword-holding hand trembling more, her expression filled with dread, mainly because Ye Chen's smile seemed off.

"I'm not doing anything." Ye Chen shook his head, still vainly smoothing his hair. "A black hole is a great place—no disturbances. Let me have some fun, eh?"

"You..." Shangguan Yu'er kept retreating, tears of humiliation streaming down her beautiful face.

"Played it up too much." Seeing Shangguan Yu'er cry, Ye Chen coughed awkwardly and hurried over. He had only meant to tease her, but after two hundred years of cultivation, she had actually been scared to tears.

"Don't come any closer!" Shangguan Yu'er cried out hoarsely, steadying herself and pressing the sword to her neck.

"Don't mess around." Ye Chen was already upon her, swiftly taking her killing sword. It had been hard to find her; if she killed herself in front of him, that would be a real mess.

To prevent any foolish actions, he placed a seal on her.

Now, tears streamed even more down Shangguan Yu'er's cheeks. She thought of her ill-fated life—spared from being refined into a pill, only to have her innocence taken by this rogue, with no chance even to self-destruct.

Ye Chen gave a dry laugh, wiping the tears from her face, and summoned the immortal light to awaken her memories.

Shangguan Yu'er, still in despair, suddenly felt the immortal light enter her brow. She tried to speak, but her sea of consciousness buzzed with intense pain, blurring her vision instantly.

Uh!

A groan echoed clearly in the silent space black hole. In agony, she lost consciousness.

Ye Chen released the seal on her. Though he felt sympathy, he couldn't help. This was a necessary stage for a reincarnated soul to awaken memories, and fortunately, it wouldn't last long.

Shangguan Yu'er's body trembled violently, her groans continuous, the pain so severe that even her memories became jumbled.

As the immortal light integrated, a sealed memory slowly unraveled: That year, she met him in the dan furnace and was seen naked; that year, he was nailed to the horizon, and she felt heart-wrenching pain; that year, she died in his arms, calling his name until the end.

She remembered it all—the past events, her identity as Shangguan Yu'er, and the man she loved, named Ye Chen.

Suddenly, she lifted her face, tears streaming, her eyes clearing of the last confusion as she stared at the young man before her. He was as desolate and weathered as in her memories.

"Welcome back!"

Ye Chen smiled, his eyes glistening with tears.

"Ye Chen!"

She burst into tears, throwing herself into his arms and hugging him tightly with all her strength, pressing her sorrowful face against his warm chest, greedily listening to his steady heartbeat.

Only then did she confirm that the man before her was the real Ye Chen, not some illusory dream.

Her tears soaked his clothes and their shared fate.

From past life to present, two hundred years had passed like a fleeting illusion.

In the dream's end, beneath the blood-stained walls of Nan Chu city, she lay in his arms, gazing at his face with blurred vision, whispering the last words of love in the mortal world, telling the final story of the mundane realm.

Upon waking, she had crossed six paths of reincarnation, still in his arms in this desolate space black hole, using her tearful eyes to recount the past, painting the changes of seas and mountains.

The black hole was deep and silent, the endless darkness freezing their figures in this eternal moment.