Chapter 1427: Immortal Hengyue of Another World

Chapter 1427: Yi Shi Heng Yue

After sealing the opportunity, Ye Chen stepped onto Heng Yue Zong with one foot and eagerly scanned his surroundings.

The Heng Yue Zong here bore a five-tenths resemblance to the one in Da Chu, with mist swirling around, a hazy and ethereal atmosphere, graceful mountain peaks, and dancing immortal cranes, like a paradise on earth.

In a daze, he finally reined in his wandering thoughts and stopped deceiving himself—this was not the Heng Yue Zong of Da Chu. There was no Jade Maiden Peak, no Chu Xuan Er, and no Chu Ling Er.

The white-robed young man followed him, his face pale and breathing heavily, afraid to look directly at Ye Chen's back. The earlier trace of saintly pressure had nearly killed him on the spot.

"Hey? Li Yuan, you're back."

The passing Heng Yue disciples spotted the white-robed young man and gathered around, their cultivations all at the Tian Jing level, each full of youthful vigor.

"I'm back," the white-robed young man named Li Yuan replied with a forced smile, tinged with sorrow.

"And this one is?" The disciples' gazes shifted to Ye Chen, who wore a Gui Ming mask and a black robe, making them all curious and puzzled as they eyed him openly and covertly.

Ye Chen smiled faintly and vanished in a single step, his form flickering like a ghost through the mountains.

There were reincarnated souls here, and quite a few—over several dozen, clustered together.

Soon, he led dozens of dazed reincarnated souls to the top of a mountain peak.

At first glance, he spotted two white-robed elders sitting in meditation there. They were reincarnated souls, more precisely, the two ancestors from Da Chu's Heng Yue Zong: Heng Yue Zhen Ren and Heng Tian Shang Ren.

This might be fate's design; in their past lives, they were from Da Chu's Heng Yue Zong, and in this life, from Xuan Huang Continent's Heng Yue Zong. Unfortunately, the two Heng Yue Zong were not the same.

Sensing someone approach from behind, the reincarnated Heng Yue Zhen Ren and Heng Tian Shang Ren turned their heads. Seeing Ye Chen in his black robe and the dozens of Heng Yue Zong people behind him, they both frowned.

"Who are you?" The two rose to their feet, their aged eyes narrowing as they fixed on Ye Chen.

"Yeah! Where did you come from?" The dozens of reincarnated souls also stared at Ye Chen, some with darkened expressions, as if they'd been rudely awakened and dragged here in a haze.

"It seems hard to explain." Ye Chen smiled and waved his hand, summoning a barrier that enveloped the entire mountain peak. Then, dozens of memory immortal lights shot out, entering the reincarnated souls' foreheads one after another.

The crowd's bodies trembled, and they clutched their heads, roaring in pain as their minds fell into chaos.

Ye Chen summoned his Sheng Ti essence, Xian Huo heavenly thunder, and various pills. As the reincarnated souls unsealed their memories, he refined their bloodlines and tempered their bodies—their cultivations were far too low.

Once done, he pulled out a wine flask and sat on the mountaintop, overlooking Heng Yue Zong.

It was a small sect, not even ranking among the nine liu forces. The highest cultivation was only Zhun Sheng level, and there was just one such expert. There weren't many at the peak of the imperial realm either.

As he watched, he let out a soft sound of surprise and glanced toward the mountains outside, as if he could see through them to the base, where a young man stood, gazing up at the spiritual mountains with a nostalgic expression.

The man looked somewhat familiar at first glance, and upon closer inspection, it was indeed Liu Yi. He had heard about this Heng Yue Zong while searching for reincarnated souls and came to take a look.

"Liu Yi Shixiong, since you're here, come in and have a seat." Ye Chen couldn't help but smile.

"Ye Chen Shidi." At the base of the mountain, Liu Yi was startled and stepped into the spiritual mountains, accurately finding the peak. But seeing Heng Yue Zhen Ren and the other reincarnated souls, he was stunned again.

"As you can see, they're all reincarnated souls." Ye Chen gestured and handed over a wine flask. "I only arrived a short while ago myself. You must have heard about Heng Yue Zong and come for that reason, Shixiong."

"I'm not going to hide it; that's exactly why." Liu Yi laughed. "This time, I really came to the right place."

"Since our last parting, it's been quite some time. How many have you found?" Ye Chen looked at Liu Yi expectantly.

"I've found quite a few reincarnated souls." Liu Yi smiled warmly but shook his head. "None that we're particularly familiar with, and I haven't found your Nan Gong Yue Shijie."

"Same here." Ye Chen shook his head with a laugh. "I've found many, but I've also stirred up a lot of trouble."

"I heard about the Yao Chi grand event and the Dong Huang ancient city." Liu Yi sighed. "The fame of the Huang Gu Sheng Ti has now spread across Dong Huang and even the entire Xuan Huang Continent."

"Shixiong, don't tease me." Ye Chen laughed. "Wherever I go, trouble follows."

"Yi... Yi Er, Chen Chen Er." As they spoke, Heng Yue Zhen Ren and Heng Tian Shang Ren had already unlocked their memory seals and stared at the two in disbelief.

"This disciple greets the two ancestors." Ye Chen and Liu Yi immediately stood and bowed deeply.

"It's really you." Heng Yue Zhen Ren and Heng Tian Shang Ren trembled, their aged hands shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down their weathered faces as they lost composure in their excitement.

"This..." The other reincarnated souls had also unlocked their seals, glancing around in confusion before their eyes settled on Ye Chen and Liu Yi. "Reincarnation and rebirth?"

What followed was an emotional scene, filled with sobs and cries of anguish, soon followed by the scent of wine and bursts of laughter that echoed throughout Heng Yue Zong.

At the base of the mountain, passing disciples and elders looked up in astonishment, baffled by the alternating tears and laughter from above. They tried to approach but were blocked by the barrier.

As night fell, Ye Chen and the others remained on the mountaintop, gazing at the stars, their faces weathered as if looking toward their homeland. Two hundred years was too long; past and present lives had aged them with time.

For the first time, Ye Chen let loose and drank himself into a stupor, collapsing against a rock and falling into a deep sleep.

The others looked over, smiling with relief. Seeing the strands of white hair on him, they all felt a pang of heartache. At just over two hundred years old, he looked as worn as an elderly man in his twilight, utterly exhausted.

In the early morning, the dawn light bathed Heng Yue Zong, draping the spiritual mountains in a layer of serene harmony.

Before full daylight, diligent disciples emerged from their caves to meditate and absorb the essence of heaven and earth. Even as a small sect, it brimmed with vitality, everything proceeding in an orderly fashion.

However, this peaceful scene was shattered by a majestic voice from the void: "By the saint lord's order, Heng Yue Zong must immediately select a thousand female disciples to go to Xue Yue Zong."

The moment these words were spoken, everyone in Heng Yue Zong, especially the female disciples, turned pale. Their bodies trembled involuntarily, tears welling in their eyes as if they already knew their tragic fate.

Ye Chen was jolted awake and glanced at the void, where he saw three elders, all at the Zhun Sheng level. Their auras merged, causing the void to rumble like thunder.

"I told you, wherever I go, trouble follows." Ye Chen stood up and stretched lazily.

"Shizu, is Heng Yue Zong a subsidiary of Xue Yue Zong?" Liu Yi asked Heng Yue Zhen Ren.

"It has been for years," Heng Yue Zhen Ren nodded slightly. "In these chaotic times, we had no choice but to attach ourselves to a major sect. But we've been treated as slaves by Xue Yue Zong, with no dignity at all."

"A thousand female disciples—Xue Yue old ancestor is truly ruthless." Heng Tian Shang Ren snorted coldly.

"Shixiong, shall I handle those three, or will you?" Ye Chen turned and grinned at Liu Yi.

"Whatever you like."

"Then I'll take care of it." Ye Chen cracked his neck and casually drew out Chi Xiao.

"You're going too far!" On the other side, Heng Yue Zong's ancestor Zhen Yang Dao Ren had already ascended to the void, glaring coldly at the three purple-robed elders. "They are living people."

"So what?" One of the purple-robed elders sneered mockingly. "Xue Yue old ancestor is on the verge of a breakthrough and needs virgin essence. They should feel honored. Are you defying us?"

"You..." Zhen Yang Dao Ren started to rage, but his words caught in his throat. In an instant, the three purple-robed elders, who had been perfectly fine, were suddenly headless.

Zhen Yang Dao Ren's expression changed, and everyone in Heng Yue Zong was shocked. What had just happened? Three Zhun Sheng experts had their heads chopped off in a flash, the scene gruesome beyond words.

Ye Chen stepped into the void and sealed the three purple-robed elders' Yuan Shen in place.

Only then did everyone realize who had struck—it was this black-robed, masked figure. No one had even seen how he moved, and the three Zhun Sheng's heads were gone.

Zhen Yang Dao Ren trembled, his old body shaking. Ye Chen's power made his heart quiver. As Heng Yue Zong's ancestor, he hadn't even known such a formidable figure was hidden in the sect.

"Shizun." Heng Yue Zhen Ren and Heng Tian Shang Ren also ascended, and in this current Heng Yue Zong, as reincarnated souls, they were all Zhen Yang Dao Ren's disciples.

"Who is this?" Zhen Yang Dao Ren stared at Heng Yue Zhen Ren, his mouth dry.

"An old friend."

"Your old friend is just..."

"Spare us, spare us." Though sealed, the three purple-robed elders were still alive, eyeing Ye Chen in terror. The ability to decapitate them in an instant was beyond comprehension.

"Of course, of course." Ye Chen bared two rows of white teeth in a smile, but to the three elders, it looked utterly menacing—he was a god of death.

Screams soon erupted as Ye Chen pressed a palm to one purple-robed elder's Tian Ling Gai and used a soul-searching mystic art, forcefully extracting his memories. The elder died on the spot.

"Well?" Liu Yi stepped forward. "In Xue Yue Zong, is there a Zhun Sheng Wang presiding?"

"You're overestimating them, Shixiong." Ye Chen chuckled. "There's only one Sheng Ren level expert."

"This simplifies things." Liu Yi drew his Tai Ji sword, his killing intent surging.

"I'll go." Ye Chen stepped out, shrinking the ground to an inch as he left the spiritual mountains and headed straight for his target.

"Looks like I'm cleaning up after." Liu Yi shook his head with a smile and slashed down with his sword, beheading the other two purple-robed elders. He collected their storage bags and handed them to Heng Yue Zhen Ren and the others.

"Senior, what about Xue Yue Zong?" Zhen Yang Dao Ren asked worriedly, hesitating.

"Don't worry, Shizun—Heng Yue Zong will be fine." Heng Tian Shang Ren laughed, fully confident in Ye Chen's strength. Even twenty-seven god children couldn't take him down; one Sheng Ren would be child's play.

"That's good." Zhen Yang Dao Ren wiped away a cold sweat. Having cultivated for over a thousand years, he had never seen anyone as ferocious as Ye Chen, chopping down Zhun Sheng like cutting watermelons.