Chapter 1366: Last Words

Chapter 1366: Yiyan

Ye Chen was completely baffled. He stared at the Zhundi old man, who was fleeing faster than a rabbit. Despite his sharp mind, he couldn't wrap his head around it. I'm just a Zhusheng-level cultivator, so why is a mighty Zhundi running from me?

"Could it be that I'm just too handsome?" Ye Chen quipped to himself, finding a reason to lighten the mood. With that single line, he added another layer of flair to his already impressive demeanor.

"Kill." The brief moment of distraction allowed the pursuers behind him to close in significantly. The purple-robed Zhusheng Wang leading the charge was now less than a thousand zhang away, his hands forming a deadly killing technique.

"Kill." Following the purple-robed Zhusheng Wang, a massive wave of figures surged forward like a tide, overwhelming vast stretches of the sky. Each one wore a ferocious expression, like malevolent ghosts, their overwhelming killing intent raging like a storm.

Realizing the danger, Ye Chen quickly snapped out of his thoughts—well, more like dropped his act—and fled with all his might, activating his greatest escape technique.

But he had only flown about ten thousand zhang when he saw the space ahead distort. A portal of light suddenly appeared, and a ghostly figure stepped out: a purple-haired elder.

A Dasheng!

Ye Chen instantly recognized the elder's cultivation level. Though not as strong as the Zhundi old man, he was still incredibly powerful. Most notably, the elder wore the robes of Taiqing Gong.

In an instant, Ye Chen changed his escape route. That was a Dasheng—he knew he couldn't withstand even a single strike.

Could he escape?

The purple-haired Dasheng elder uttered a faint command, his voice ethereal and authoritative, as he raised his palm and swept it across the void. The power of that single strike was world-shattering, collapsing half the sky.

Ye Chen's face turned pale with shock. Without a second thought, he activated his Chaos Realm vision, donned the Huntian battle armor, summoned over a hundred light shields, and layered on every defensive divine ability he had. He even burned his Saint Body essence, making his bloodline and Dao principles resonate to boost his defenses to their absolute peak since he began cultivating.

Yet, even with all that, he couldn't hold off the Dasheng's palm. His Chaos Realm shattered, the Huntian armor cracked, the hundred light shields crumbled like paper, and all his defensive abilities vanished in an instant under that devastating strike.

He spat out blood and was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, hurtling eighty thousand zhang before he even hit the ground. His Saint Body was already fracturing, and his vital energy was nearly extinguished—he was on the brink of death.

Witnessing this, the experts from Taiqing Gong, Piao Miao Gong, and Zhi Zun Cheng swarmed in. By the time Ye Chen staggered to his feet, he was completely surrounded, with figures blocking every direction in the sky and on the ground.

Onlookers who had come to watch the chase arrived and scattered across the surrounding void. Seeing Ye Chen covered in blood, they all sighed. He had fled for four days and nearly a million li, but in the end, death was inevitable.

Xiao Lingwa and Man Shan arrived too, their faces pale with worry. Only now did they realize something was wrong—Ye Chen must have run into trouble; otherwise, he would have used the Heavenly Dao escape to get away.

"Dammit, let's fight." Man Shan pulled out his wolf-tooth club, his wild energy bursting forth.

"Fight your ass! There's a Dasheng here." Xiao Lingwa and Liu Yi hurriedly grabbed Man Shan to hold him back.

"A Dasheng won't stop me." Man Shan gritted his teeth, his dormant power awakening. It was so mysterious and formidable that everyone around turned to look, their eyes filled with deep meaning.

"You idiot, calm down. If we charge in like this, we'll all get wiped out."

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore?" As the three spoke, taunts erupted from the crowd. They came from Piao Miao Shenzi, Taiqing Shenzi, and Zhi Zun Shenzi, who were roaring like mad dogs, their grins twisted and savage. After waiting so long, the day had finally come.

"I'm not running. Just taking a break." Ye Chen stumbled and finally sat down on the ground. It wasn't that he was giving up; he was desperately trying to break the seal on his Xianlun Eye—the same thing he'd been attempting for days. If he could unseal it, he might turn this deadly situation around.

"Ye Chen." From within the Chaos Cauldron, Ruo Tian Zhuque's face was ashen, her voice laced with guilt. Ye Chen was only in this mess because he had saved her, leading to him being hunted and trapped here in the vast wilderness.

"This time, I might really be done for." Ye Chen said, spitting out another mouthful of blood. His vision blurred as he looked up at the sky, his gaze fixed on the purple-haired Dasheng slowly approaching.

"This is the price of provoking Taiqing Gong." The Taiqing Gong Dasheng stood supreme in the heavens, his expression ice-cold as he looked down at Ye Chen. His words were still ethereal, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Three Dasheng-level experts—I'm truly honored." Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, glancing at the purple-haired Dasheng before turning to the other two directions. There, portals appeared, and out stepped a red-haired elder and a white-haired elder—the Dashengs from Piao Miao Gong and Zhi Zun Cheng.

"The Ancient Saint Body—surely not an unknown figure." The Piao Miao Gong Dasheng stroked his beard.

"Just call me Ye Chen. If you're feeling generous, 'bro' works too." Ye Chen was as bold as ever, his remark amusing the cultivators around him. Even now, he had the nerve to joke around.

"In the end, you're still just a junior." The Zhi Zun Cheng Dasheng spoke, floating gracefully in the sky. Though they were here to divide the Saint Body's treasures, he wore a facade of compassion.

"Don't know if you've heard of Kunlun Xu. I'm quite familiar with their goddess. And then there's the Great Xia Dynasty, Jiuhuang Heaven, the Divine Hall, Daluo Zhutian—they're all connections of mine. Oh, and I've even shared a drink with the Zhutian Sword God."

"What nonsense." Ye Chen's words drew sneers and mocking glances from all sides.

"Anyway, I've said my piece—believe it or not, that's on you. If disaster strikes one day, don't blame me." Ye Chen drank leisurely, stalling for time with his words. Who knows, maybe he could break the seal on his Xianlun Eye after all?

"The Saint Body belongs to Taiqing Gong." The Taiqing Gong Dasheng ignored Ye Chen's ramblings and glanced at the other two. "As for the rest, you two can divide it as you see fit."

"As previously agreed, the Saint Blood goes to Zhi Zun Cheng." The Zhi Zun Cheng Dasheng licked his lips.

"Then, the Saint Body's Yuan Shen will go to Piao Miao Gong." The Piao Miao Gong Dasheng laughed with a sinister edge.

"So, I'm definitely done for, huh?" Ye Chen muttered, shaking his head.

"What do you think?" The three Shenzi bared their teeth, their expressions fierce. If not for their ancestors being present, they would have charged in to tear Ye Chen apart and avenge their past defeats.

"I'm about to die—surely it's not too much to say a few last words." Ye Chen brushed off the three Shenzi and looked at the Dashengs. "You three are enlightened masters; you wouldn't refuse, right?"

"The Ancient Saint Body has a heaven-defying bloodline, so I'll allow you to speak your last words." The Piao Miao Gong Dasheng smirked mockingly.

"After I die, could you set up a memorial tablet for me?"

"Just that?"

"Of course not—there's more." Ye Chen took a swig of wine and cleared his throat. "I have this bad habit—I don't like quiet places. Don't just toss my tablet into some remote corner. Put it somewhere lively, like your ancestral hall. And I like stunning beauties—the kind without clothes, with a fiery figure, who can sing and dance. That would be perfect."

"Oh my god!" Listening to Ye Chen's casual rambling, the cultivators around stared with wide eyes. They knew the Ancient Saint Body was unmatched in combat, but they never realized his talent for nonsense was just as impressive.

"Damn, that's something." Xiao Lingwa and the others slapped their foreheads. What kind of situation was this? They'd seen bold people, but never anyone as outrageous as him.

"The Great Chu dynasty really breeds talents." In the cauldron, Ruo Tian Zhuque listened with an amused expression. To stay this humorous in such a dire moment, Ye Chen was one of a kind—a real oddity. As Xuan Chen's descendant, he was indeed a rare gem, not seen in millennia.

"I..." The experts from the three factions were stunned, including their Dashengs. Perhaps they hadn't encountered anyone this eccentric in centuries, leaving them momentarily speechless.

"As I see it, cultivation isn't just about opportunities—character matters too." Under everyone's gaze, Ye Chen continued smoothly. No one knew why his last words had shifted to cultivation advice, but he spoke with such conviction and logic.

"Enough." The three Dashengs finally lost their patience. This wasn't last words—this was pure nonsense, or worse, mocking them. Everyone present had been played by this insolent brat.

"Hold on, there's more—I..." Ye Chen waved his hand, but his words trailed off as his round eyes stared in shock at one side, his expression dazed.

It wasn't his fault; it was just that amid the crowd, a small old man had wandered in—more precisely, a little elder—with his hands tucked behind his back, strolling in as if no one else existed, not even making a sound as he walked.

This little elder looked vaguely familiar at first glance, and upon closer inspection, he was indeed familiar. It was the same Zhundi who had been sitting on the purple-golden gourd earlier and bolted at the sight of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was stunned, the surrounding cultivators were stunned, the three factions' experts were stunned, and even the three Dashengs were stunned. They all turned to the little elder, wondering how and from where he had entered.

"After thinking about it, something doesn't add up—a Zhundi and a Zhusheng clearly aren't on the same level."

"This whole thing almost scared me to death."

"I knew my right eyelid kept twitching lately. Probably just overthinking, or maybe I didn't sleep well."

"A Zhundi isn't scary—I'm a Zhundi too. Besides, I didn't provoke him, so no reason for him to hit me."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the little elder wandered through the sky with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself like he was ill, chattering away as if talking to others or just to himself.

The people around were surprisingly cooperative, their eyes following the little elder's every move, swinging left and right. Even Ye Chen and Ruo Tian Zhuque were no exception, their expressions full of fascination.

For a moment, no one stepped forward to ask: Who are you? Where did you come from? What are you muttering about?

As a result, Ye Chen, who was supposed to be the main character, suddenly became a side act—a very confused side act.