Chapter 1313: Starry Sky Eighty Thousand Miles

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heaven and earth trembled, a slow and rhythmic tremor, as if one could hear footsteps upon careful listening. Perhaps his body was as heavy as a mountain, causing the entire cosmos to rumble with each step.

Liu Dao had arrived, like a god from ancient times, covered in the dust of travel, embodying pure legend. He remained as stoic as ever, his eyes vacant, his face covered in stubble, showing no emotion, as if he were a puppet untouched by the mortal world, existing only to witness the passage of time.

He emitted no trace of a cultivator's aura, appearing as an ordinary person, a state of returning to simplicity. Each step he took was infused with the essence of the heavens and earth, boundless dao principles, both mundane and ethereal.

Ye Chen still felt dazed, staring blankly as his future self slowly approached. Shangguan Yu'er looked on in bewilderment. Liu Dao's blurred face grew clear in her beautiful eyes, his features identical to Ye Chen's, like twin brothers.

The black-robed heavenly demon stared fixedly at Liu Dao, his body trembling involuntarily as he stepped back, his expression filled with dread. From Liu Dao, he sensed the pressure of an emperor.

Better to retreat!

The black-robed heavenly demon activated a supreme secret technique, and the black vortex reappeared behind him, allowing him to vanish into the black hole in an instant.

Liu Dao paused, raising his hand slightly toward the hazy void. The black-robed heavenly demon, who had just escaped into the spatial black hole, was pulled back out, leaving Ye Chen in utter shock.

Has he transcended?

Ye Chen's heart was in turmoil; Liu Dao had ignored the barriers between the black hole and the myriad realms of the heavens.

Even more shocked was the black-robed heavenly demon. He had entered the spatial black hole to flee, but suddenly felt a mysterious force surge from behind, pulling him back into the starry sky.

Who is he?

The black-robed heavenly demon retreated again, his quasi-emperor cultivation trembling in fear, unable to meet Liu Dao's gaze. His soul, primordial spirit, bloodline, and body all quaked uncontrollably.

He didn't know who Liu Dao was.

Perhaps even Liu Dao himself didn't know, but the aura emanating from the black-robed heavenly demon filled him with intense loathing. He hadn't come to save Ye Chen; he was here to destroy the heavenly demon.

A gentle breeze blew as Liu Dao raised his hand again.

With one simple palm strike, utterly ordinary, he smoothed out the shattered void.

The black-robed heavenly demon, still in a state of shock, was sent flying by the same palm, his body shooting like a divine light straight out of the desolate star and across the starry sky. His form cracked apart, his demonic blood staining the cosmos, each drop carrying a sinister essence.

Ye Chen's mouth fell open in astonishment once more—the black-robed heavenly demon had been sent flying eighty thousand li by Liu Dao's single strike.

Is Liu Dao a great emperor?

Ye Chen's mind churned with waves of disbelief; a quasi-emperor-level heavenly demon was nothing before him.

Shangguan Yu'er was equally stunned. Even Ye Chen couldn't withstand a single palm from the black-robed heavenly demon, highlighting his terrifying strength, yet such a powerful quasi-emperor had been effortlessly flung away by Liu Dao. She dared not imagine that anyone in the world could be this strong.

As the two stood in shock, Liu Dao lifted his foot and took a step, crossing eighty thousand li of starry sky in an instant.

At eighty thousand li away, the black-robed heavenly demon had just halted his flight when Liu Dao appeared before him, giving him no time to react before another palm sent him soaring again.

Another eighty thousand li—he crashed through swaths of starry sky.

Liu Dao's expression remained stoic, his eyes vacant, not uttering a word. He lifted his foot again, stepping eighty thousand li once more, striking the black-robed heavenly demon mid-air before he could steady himself.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The starry sky grew chaotic, filled with endless roars.

Ah!

Amid the thunderous booms came roars of agony.

It was the black-robed heavenly demon bellowing in rage, a true quasi-emperor reduced to this pitiful state. From the first time he was sent flying, he hadn't managed to stand firm or counterattack at all, tumbling eighty thousand li after eighty thousand li, collapsing one stretch of starry sky after another.

Behind them, Ye Chen transformed into a streak of immortal light, madly using the technique of shrinking the ground into inches to chase after them.

Yet, his speed was still too slow. Even without stopping, he couldn't catch up to Liu Dao, only witnessing starry skies collapsing and hearing the mix of booms and the heavenly demon's roars.

After some time, Ye Chen finally halted, staring blankly at a distant patch of starry sky.

That section of the cosmos was drenched in fresh blood. The quasi-emperor black-robed heavenly demon lay mutilated, impaled by a pitch-black war spear and pinned in the void, his primordial spirit utterly extinguished.

He must have been the most aggrieved quasi-emperor death in the heavenly demon domain. With his quasi-emperor cultivation, he had never once stood his ground, beaten by this stoic figure from the eastern starry sky all the way to the western, never getting a chance to use his divine abilities before being nailed to death.

Ye Chen stood in silence for a long while, the scene too harrowing—a quasi-emperor slain just like that.

Turning his gaze, Ye Chen looked toward the starry sky not far from the black-robed heavenly demon. Liu Dao had already turned and was silently departing, like a fleeting traveler in the mortal world, arriving quickly and leaving just as fast.

Liu Dao's back was as desolate and lonely as ever, his shoulders dusted with the weight of ages.

Ye Chen hurried after him, calling out softly. It was his future self, identical to the Hong Chen form, having come from future time to this era—they should exchange a simple word.

But Liu Dao didn't turn at his call, continuing his heavy strides.

Ye Chen wouldn't give up, using shrinking the ground into inches to catch up. Forget about senior and junior, past and future—he reached out to pat Liu Dao's shoulder, hoping to get his attention.

However, his hand passed through empty air. The Liu Dao before him wasn't real but an illusion, more precisely a lingering shadow. The true Liu Dao had already been gone for some time.

Ye Chen finally stopped, wanting to chase but not knowing which direction to go.

Helpless, Ye Chen turned back and approached the black-robed heavenly demon.

The black-robed heavenly demon's bloodied and broken body had transformed back into a black lotus, his true form, slowly turning to ash. He was utterly dead, dissipating into historical dust with the wind.

This was all thanks to Liu Dao, who in both the present and future time fought against the heavenly demons.

Sadly, in the future time, the myriad realms of the heavens had fallen, even great emperors perishing, forcing his future self to defy the heavens and traverse time to this era in hopes of rewriting history.

Ye Chen fell silent, standing like a statue.

He didn't know if, following the current path, the myriad realms would still fall.

If the heavenly demon domain remained victorious, the heavens would plunge into an endless dark epoch.

Shangguan Yu'er emerged, first scanning the surrounding starry sky before tentatively looking at Ye Chen.

"Why does he look exactly like you, and he even wears the Xuan Cang Jade Ring?"

Ye Chen smiled slightly at Shangguan Yu'er, his thoughts interrupted.

"He resembles the Hong Chen predecessor from Da Chu greatly."

Shangguan Yu'er spoke slowly. "Both have that stoic expression and vacant eyes, their backs etched with the same weariness, both as lonely. They're people with stories, just like you, and their stories must be strikingly similar."

"If Hong Chen were still alive and came to the myriad realms, he and Liu Dao would be equals."

Ye Chen smiled again, his words cryptic, leaving Shangguan Yu'er puzzled.

Indeed, in Da Chu, Hong Chen's combat prowess rivaled that of a sovereign. Without the suppression of the heavenly cycles, his realm would surely match Liu Dao's, and their strengths would be on par.

What puzzled Ye Chen was why there were two versions of his future self in the myriad realms. Were Hong Chen and Liu Dao from the same era, and who came first?

Seeing Ye Chen lost in thought, Shangguan Yu'er, though curious, held back her questions.

However, her gaze toward Ye Chen had subtly changed. This seemingly carefree young man hid many secrets, veiling him in layers of mystery.

Ye Chen finally moved, pulling on a black robe and donning the Ghost Underworld Mask, as figures were gathering from all directions—likely drawn by the massive disturbance Liu Dao had caused earlier.

Naturally, he needed to disguise himself to avoid recognition and the ensuing uproar.

Let's go!

Ye Chen glanced around and immediately turned, leading Shangguan Yu'er away from the starry sky.

They had barely left when crowds converged on that section of the cosmos, like a surging tide.

Discussions and exclamations filled the air, mainly because this star domain had been unusually active lately—first the ancient tomb zombies, then Ye Chen's heavenly tribulation, and now this catastrophic scene. The starry sky was in ruins, with powerful auras lingering.

Some elder cultivators stroked their beards thoughtfully, detecting a heart-shaking pressure from those remnants, likely from at least a great saint, or even a quasi-emperor.

By now, Ye Chen and Shangguan Yu'er had traveled far from that starry sky.

Along the way, Shangguan Yu'er bounced about energetically. Despite being over two hundred years old, she still acted like an innocent girl, playful, adorable, and full of wonder, just as in her previous life.

Ye Chen stopped, his eyes gleaming as he stared ahead at the starry sky. His gaze locked on a white-robed woman streaking through the void, accompanied by two elders—her identity seemed significant, and she had some connection to him.

That white-robed woman was a reincarnated soul from Da Chu, and he shared a faint tie with her.

Shangguan Yu'er's eyes lit up too. She tugged at Ye Chen and pointed toward the white-robed woman.

"That's my sister."

"Your sister?"

Ye Chen paused, his expression under the Ghost Underworld Mask turning strangely vivid.

"More accurately, my sister in this life."

Shangguan Yu'er giggled playfully.

"The generations in Da Chu are getting messy."

Ye Chen sighed meaningfully.

"Generations? What do you mean?"

"This life's sister of yours is also a reincarnated soul from Da Chu."

As soon as he said this, Shangguan Yu'er froze, staring at Ye Chen probing.

"Whose reincarnation?"

"Huaxu."