Chapter 1443: Three Heads and Six Arms

Chapter 1443: Three Heads and Six Arms

Ye Chen’s expression changed drastically. He abruptly retreated, but everything happened in an instant. Even with his speed, he couldn't fully evade that fatal sword strike. Sheng xue sprayed out, and one of his arms was severed.

Before he could steady himself, another beam of extermination immortal light rushed toward him, carrying an overwhelming destructive force that pierced through his chest. A gaping bloody hole appeared, exposing his gleaming golden bones.

That was not the end. Following the extermination divine light came a streak of dark radiance—more precisely, a pitch-black war spear that shot like a startled swan and impaled him against the rock wall behind.

Ye Chen spat blood as he pulled out the black war spear pinning him, his body staggering unsteadily. The extermination killing intent rampaged through him, cracking his sheng qu apart, with strands of sheng xue spurting out.

He fixed his gaze on the opponent, his eyes bloodshot. From the start of his journey, he had never suffered such a loss.

Under his watchful eyes, the thick yin fog slowly parted to the sides, clearing a path. A humanoid figure materialized, stepping through the blood-soaked ground with heavy thuds that made the earth rumble.

It was a person, or more accurately, a monstrous being. Its body was entirely pitch-black, with three heads, each with a different face, and six arms, each holding a divine weapon.

Its aura was chilling and ancient, surging with barbaric energy. Its six massive eyes bulged, pupils contracted, and blood vessels covered them, exuding a savage and ferocious air, as if it had crawled out from Jiu You.

Ye Chen furrowed his brows deeply and instinctively stepped back. The monster was incredibly powerful, and its aura felt familiar, identical to the evil spirits in the Shi Wan Da Shan. They were all products of burial grounds where, over time, resentment and malice intertwined, creating a force that the living lacked.

The monster lunged forward, charging at him. Its six blood-red eyes locked onto Ye Chen, its body covered in crawling runes. From its three mouths, it shot out three differently colored ghostly lights, each carrying the power of extermination.

Ye Chen swung his sword, destroying the three ghostly lights, then soared into the sky, delivering a heavenly sword strike toward the monster.

However, his powerful strike only grazed the monster's body, sparking flames, and he himself was shaken back, spitting blood again due to his prior injuries.

The monster closed in, wielding its six divine weapons with all arms, slashing Ye Chen's sheng qu until it was drenched in blood.

Ye Chen retreated, summoning the Hun Dun Ding and over a hundred terrifying magical artifacts, which he sent crashing down from the air.

The monster swung its ghost blade, sending the descending Hun Dun Ding flying. The hundred-plus artifacts that followed were like mere decorations before it, swept away and shattered by a single strike from its staff.

Ye Chen launched another attack, unleashing the Tai Xu Long Jin to envelop the monster. Then, he planted nine ancient war banners in nine directions, forming a slaughter array to destroy the creature.

That was not all. A sacred light flickered from his brow, merging nine shen shang into one and striking out with full force.

Yet, he had still underestimated the monster. The Tai Xu Long Jin was forcibly torn apart, and the slaughter array formed by the nine war banners collapsed before it could unleash its power, just like the Tai Xu Long Jin.

As for the merged nine shen shang divine light, it did hit the monster, but it seemed completely unaffected.

Seeing this, Ye Chen immediately activated his demonic path, enhancing himself with various forbidden techniques, instantly boosting his combat power.

What followed was an extremely fierce scene. With his blood energy surging like a tidal wave, he wildly unleashed divine abilities, one supreme secret technique after another, relentlessly pounding the monster.

But to his frustration, the monster was like an indestructible vajra—nothing he did could break through, and all his attacks were futile, as if they were mere child's play.

The monster was enraged, letting out a thunderous roar that made the yin fog roil like an ocean, engulfing Ye Chen on the spot. Within it, resentment and malice raged, trying to drag him into Jiu You.

Ye Chen panicked and blasted through the yin fog ocean, leaping out like a soaring dragon. Without a second thought, he fled at full speed. The monster was too strong, unaffected by the ruins' suppression, and beyond his ability to handle.

The monster gave chase, moving as fast as ghostly light and as swift as a startled swan, dragging the yin fog ocean with it, swallowing everything in its path.

Ye Chen dared not turn back to fight; he only focused on escaping with his blood-drenched sheng qu, pushing himself to the limit. He had considered using the heavenly path to escape, but like the Shi Wan Da Shan, this ruins inherently blocked black holes.

The blood ground shook violently, causing the entire ruins to tremble.

Everyone else in the ruins turned their attention toward the depths, assuming the massive fluctuations meant someone had discovered a treasure and was battling for it.

Many people set off, converging from all directions toward the deeper areas, eager to see what kind of treasure could cause such commotion and who had found this supreme secret.

By this point, Ye Chen had escaped the blood ground, crawling out with his ancient sheng qu nearly destroyed.

Having been pursued and injured the whole way, his origin was damaged, his primordial spirit and true body severely wounded. These injuries now threatened his dao roots, and the sacred light throughout his body was nearly extinguished.

Fortunately, he had escaped, while the three-headed, six-armed monster did not pursue beyond the blood ground, retreating into the yin fog. Only wails and roars echoed from within, sending chills down the spine.

"The artifact spirit of the Mo Ding was right; this ruins is full of traps everywhere." Staggering to his feet, he couldn't help but glance back at the yin fog wilderness in lingering fear. He had nearly met his end there.

"This damned place, I'll never come back even if it kills me." Withdrawing his gaze, he turned and left, dragging his blood-soaked sheng qu, stumbling with each step and leaving bloody footprints, even struggling to fly.

However, misfortune never comes alone. He had barely gone far when he saw a figure streaking through the sky—a black-clothed sheng wang whose cultivation had been suppressed, drawn by the earlier disturbance.

Descending from the air, the black-clothed sheng wang spotted the heavily injured Ye Chen and spoke without delay, drawing his killing sword.

"Hand over your treasures, and I may leave you with a whole corpse."

Ye Chen said indifferently,"Get lost."

"You're asking for death." The black-clothed sheng wang erupted in fury, his killing sword surrounded by extermination energy, slashing through the air.

Ye Chen fled while stuffing a handful of healing pills into his mouth, activating his xian lun tian technique. He just needed to endure the weak phase, and he could counterattack—his recovery ability was formidable.

The black-clothed sheng wang pursued, slamming down a palm like a mountain, covering the sky and cracking the ground.

The Hun Dun Ding flew out, loyally protecting its master, soaring upward to shatter the descending palm seal.

The black-clothed sheng wang was forced back, but his eyes burned with greed, fixated on the Hun Dun Ding. As a sheng wang, his insight was sharp; he could tell it was an extraordinary treasure.

With that thought, he abandoned Ye Chen and lunged for the Hun Dun Ding, attempting to seal it with forbidden arrays.

The Hun Dun Ding hummed and expanded to mountainous size, its Dun Jia Tian Zi activating on its own, intertwining chaos energy and the power of all living beings' thoughts to reinforce the chaos dao principles, straining the forbidden arrays until they cracked.

"What a fine cauldron." The black-clothed sheng wang laughed wildly, his aura swallowing the heavens as his combat power surged. He aimed to seize the Hun Dun Ding quickly to prevent others from joining the fight.

But he had severely underestimated its dominance. Though he had many secret techniques, none could harm the Hun Dun Ding or seal it. Instead, as a sheng wang, he found himself in a wretched state, being beaten back.

"Excellent." The black-clothed sheng wang snarled in anger, summoning his life-bound artifact—a genuine sheng wang weapon, a bronze furnace—enhanced with secret techniques and ramming it straight at the Hun Dun Ding.

The Hun Dun Ding stood firm, as if saying, "I'm forged from Da Luo divine iron—who fears your bronze furnace?"

The artifacts clashed, and the black-clothed sheng wang's bronze furnace was sent flying, crushing a mountain peak. Its surrounding divine light vanished instantly, and cracks appeared across its body.

With his life-bound artifact damaged, the black-clothed sheng wang suffered backlash, vomiting blood profusely, his face twisted in rage. As a sheng wang, he couldn't even claim a single artifact—it would be unbelievable if word got out.

He went all out, blood-sacrificing his lifespan to condense a drop of origin blood, transforming it into an immortal sea that engulfed the heavens and earth, swallowing the Hun Dun Ding whole in an attempt to refine its artifact spirit.

"Heaven has a path you won't take, but hell has no gate—you barge in anyway." Ye Chen, now recovered to sixty percent of his strength, descended from the sky, his golden divine sea roiling as it overwhelmed the black-clothed sheng wang's immortal sea.

"Sacred Sheng Ti?" The black-clothed sheng wang's face changed abruptly, staring in disbelief at Ye Chen's golden divine sea, recognizing the bloodline from its aura.

"You guessed right," Ye Chen snorted coldly, striding forward on his golden divine sea with an aura that swallowed the heavens.

"You're actually still alive." The black-clothed sheng wang turned and fled, baffled as to how Ye Chen had survived. He knew the fearsome reputation of the Sacred Sheng Ti—even wounded, it was extraordinarily powerful.

"Thinking of escaping?" Ye Chen immediately drew his bow and nocked an arrow, firing a thunderous shot that was utterly devastating.

The black-clothed sheng wang was hit, pierced through by the arrow and plummeting from the sky, his body shattering. His primordial spirit escaped, burning its power and activating forbidden techniques to flee madly in one direction.

Not only did he flee, but he shouted as he went,"The Sacred Sheng Ti isn't dead! Ye Chen is still alive!"

His voice, infused with cultivation power, spread endlessly, drawing attention from all sides.

He was clever, knowing there were many enemies of Ye Chen in the ruins. If they learned he was alive and injured, they would swarm in to kill him together.

Once Ye Chen's enemies arrived, his own crisis would be resolved. He might even turn back for a counterattack or snatch some treasures in the chaos.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and his voice grew louder, bellowing,"The Sacred Sheng Ti is still alive! Ye Chen hasn't died—he's severely wounded! Destroy him!"

"Damn you," Ye Chen muttered under his breath, pursuing on foot with Tai Xu steps.

But he was too late; the black-clothed sheng wang's words had already spread far and wide.

Everyone who heard it froze, whether Ye Chen's enemies or those with no grudge against him. Was that right? The Sacred Sheng Ti, dead three years ago, was still alive?

In an instant, figures swarmed from all directions. Combined with those already heading this way, the sky was filled with people.

"The Sacred Sheng Ti is actually alive? Did I hear that wrong?"

"We'll know once we see." The older cultivators moved the fastest, and those with grudges against Ye Chen, like the descendants of the Feng Huang God Clan or the Shen Clan, raced ahead even quicker.

"This is going to be lively." In a corner of the ruins, Ji Ningshuang scratched her head and took to the skies.

"I knew you were definitely still alive." In the eastern part of the ruins, Xiao Jiuxian giggled and stopped searching for treasures or opportunities, turning into a streak of light toward the depths, in high spirits.

"The ancient Sacred Sheng Ti, unmatched in the same realm—I'd like to meet him." Nan Di, Bei Sheng, Zhong Huang, and others rushed from three directions. As for Xi Zun, he already knew Ye Chen was alive and wasn't too surprised.