Chapter 1507: Divine Mirror's Gaze

"Find a place to hide. Nan Yu is so vast, I don't believe they can search everywhere." Inside the Chaos Cauldron, Yan Long stroked his chin. "Once the heat dies down, we'll slip out quietly."

"The ten thousand races are dead set on killing me, and who knows when that will blow over? My lifespan is limited; I can't afford to wait." Ye Chen smiled leisurely, continuously layering the Zhoutian Secret Law on himself. "They're the authorities, and I'm the outlaw. The initiative is in my hands. They won't catch me that easily."

"It looks like you already have a plan." Yan Long's eyes widened with excitement as he gazed at Ye Chen.

"For now, let's check out the nearest ancient city." Ye Chen smiled and stood up, bursting out of the ground like a faint shadow of light, speeding toward one direction with extreme caution.

Along the way, he encountered no trouble and didn't run into anyone from the ten thousand races searching for or hunting him.

Before long, a massive ancient city came into view. He stepped inside, and as soon as he entered, he heard a constant buzz of discussions, mostly coming from tea stalls and taverns.

"That Eucharist is incredibly formidable."

"The ten thousand races' wanted order has been issued, and this time, he's probably not getting out of Nan Yu. Their forces are massive." Vendors at the street stalls on both sides whispered among themselves, sighing and clicking their tongues. "If he escapes again this time, I'll take his surname."

"The Eucharist sure knows how to stir up trouble wherever he goes. Ever since he came to Xuan Huang, there's been no peace."

"The commotion he causes gets bigger each time. If I were him, I'd have died hundreds of times over." Many people quietly counted on their fingers, recounting Ye Chen's major exploits along the way.

"This time, the ten thousand races have made such a big stir that Nan Yu is in a state of panic. When will it end?"

Amid the discussions, Ye Chen walked quietly, filtering out the noise. He subtly glanced at a nearby tea stall, where a purple-robed elder sat quietly, sipping tea.

That was a powerhouse from the Kunpeng Clan, at the Great Saint level. Though he had concealed his aura, he couldn't escape Ye Chen's scrutiny. Ye Chen was extremely sensitive to the Kunpeng Clan's bloodline and could see through it at a glance.

Casually withdrawing his gaze, Ye Chen subtly looked elsewhere, toward a small tavern. There, he spotted a black-robed elder, and in front of another stall, a red-haired elder.

These individuals were no simple folk; there were from the Jinwu Clan, the Baqi Clan, and the Shanggu Xueyan Clan. They were all well hidden, but in front of Ye Chen, their concealment techniques were useless.

Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged as he moved through the bustling crowd. Along the way, he spotted no fewer than five Great Saints, along with several Saint Kings and Quasi-Saint Kings.

He didn't need to ask to know what they were doing here—they were lying in wait.

Just one ancient city had so many powerhouses, which made him sigh. The ten thousand races' wanted order was indeed formidable, with over five thousand races involved and a massive operation.

He had reason to believe that most ancient cities in Nan Yu were like this, with powerhouses hidden everywhere, just waiting for the Eucharist to appear and then swarm him.

Fortunately, he didn't detect any Quasi-Emperor or Emperor Weapon auras—that was good news.

"Let's fight them head-on." Inside the cauldron, Yan Long jumped three feet high, shouting eagerly. "With your Yinming Dead Generals, taking out these powerhouses should be easy. Don't be a coward."

"You think this is a game?" Ye Chen rolled his eyes at Yan Long. "Wiping them out would be simple, but it would expose me and narrow their search area. That's just asking for death."

With that, he turned and entered a tavern, heading straight to the third floor and into a private room.

Holding his wine cup, he stood by the window. Through the half-open shutters, he could clearly see the ancient city's teleportation array on the other side, guarded by three elders, all at the Saint King level.

They weren't stopping cultivators from using the teleportation array or conducting widespread searches of suspects. Although the ten thousand races' forces were large, Nan Yu had even more people, and checking everyone would require more manpower than they had.

Besides, one shouldn't underestimate Nan Yu—it was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. If they accidentally provoked them, it could spark a war, so the ten thousand races had their reservations and didn't dare act too recklessly.

What Ye Chen was focused on was the teleportation array nearby, where a golden divine mirror stood, emitting a mysterious aura. Anyone using the teleportation array had to be scanned by that mirror.

"With your Zhoutian concealment, you should be able to evade that mirror's scrutiny." Yan Long pondered.

"Better safe than sorry." Ye Chen closed the window. "That mirror isn't simple—it's specifically set up for me. If I walk up there carelessly, it'll likely reveal my true form. Since they know I have mysterious concealment techniques, how could they not have prepared for it? Caution is key."

"No doubt, the other ancient cities are the same—full of hidden powerhouses, with those strange mirrors by the teleportation arrays." Yan Long said. "They're just waiting for you to show up, then capture you alive."

"Do they really think I'm a rabbit that'll run into a tree?" Ye Chen sneered, waving his hand to summon a beam of immortal light that formed a mysterious barrier, enveloping the private room and isolating it from the outside.

Then, he summoned a Great Saint-level Yinming Dead General, along with three Saint-level artifacts: a bronze furnace, a treasure vase, and a divine tower, all of high grade.

After that, he didn't forget to summon the Chaos Cauldron from his divine sea, suspending it by his side.

Yan Long lay at the cauldron's rim, glancing at the Yinming Dead General and the artifacts before turning his gaze to Ye Chen, unsure what he was up to.

Ye Chen said nothing and leaped into the Chaos Cauldron, appearing beside Yan Long.

Yan Long was stunned, looking at him in confusion.

"What are you doing in here?"

Ye Chen remained silent, standing quietly and slightly raising his eyes to observe the inside of the cauldron.

This was his first time entering his own cauldron, and it was indeed extraordinary. The Chaos Cauldron formed its own world, a vast, misty expanse filled with surging chaotic energy, as vast as an ocean.

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, he then issued a command to the Great Saint-level Yinming Dead General outside.

The Yinming Dead General moved, placing the Chaos Cauldron into the bronze furnace, then putting the bronze furnace into the divine tower, and finally sealing the divine tower inside the treasure vase.

Seeing this, Yan Long scratched his head in understanding and looked at Ye Chen.

"I get it now. You're having the Yinming Dead General take us out to dodge the scrutiny?"

"You're not as dumb as you look!" Ye Chen chuckled, adding various secret laws to the artifacts.

"This move is pretty slick." Yan Long grinned, watching as the Great Saint-level Yinming Dead General stuffed the treasure vase into a storage bag, sealing it tightly.

In other words, he and Ye Chen were inside the cauldron, the cauldron inside the bronze furnace, the furnace inside the divine tower, the tower inside the treasure vase, and the vase inside the storage bag—a total of four layers of separation.

Ye Chen had already given the Yinming Dead General its orders. It stiffly turned and left the private room, exited the tavern, and headed straight for the teleportation array.

Many people were using the array, each one subjected to the mirror's scrutiny.

Perhaps because of this, the process was slowed down, leading to a long line and growing impatience among those waiting.

"I've got urgent business—why are we just standing here twiddling our thumbs?"

"Who doesn't? My wife's about to give birth, and if I don't get there, she won't deliver."

"And I'm a young lady rushing to get married! It's like this everywhere—I'm fuming inside."

"Enough chatter." The three Saint Kings guarding the teleportation array scolded coldly, sweeping their gaze over the cultivators below and silencing all the complaints. "If you want to blame someone, blame that Archaic Eucharist."

The area below fell silent. On the surface, no one dared to defy them, but in their hearts, they cursed a thousand times over. They could only blame the ten thousand races for being too powerful—they were like ants, unable to provoke those giants.

The Great Saint-level Yinming Dead General stood quietly in line. As someone ahead went up, it moved forward a step, completely unhurried, occasionally glancing around.

This wasn't it looking around—it was Ye Chen linking his vision through it, using its eyes to observe the surroundings. Even though Ye Chen was inside the Chaos Cauldron, he could still do plenty.

"I hope the Eucharist escapes this time and comes back as a Great Accomplishment to take them all down one by one." In front of the Yinming Dead General was a bald man, muttering to himself as he waited in line.

"Friend, that crescent pendant of yours is quite nice. Would you sell it?" The Yinming Dead General spoke—it was Ye Chen speaking through it. Through its eyes, he had spotted the crescent pendant around the bald man's neck. It was a treasure, more precisely, a fragment of the Di Jue.

The bald man turned back instinctively, sizing up the Yinming Dead General. As a Quasi-Saint King, he couldn't discern the other's level.

"Friend, are you selling it or not?" The Yinming Dead General smiled, though the grin was unsettling.

"This is my family heirloom; I can't sell it." The bald man removed the crescent pendant from his neck and even breathed on it, wiping it with his sleeve.

"The price is negotiable." Ye Chen spoke again through the Yinming Dead General, seeing through the man's hesitation. He said he wouldn't sell, but it was just to drive up the price. As long as he was willing, money wasn't an issue.

"Since you like it, I suppose I can part with it." The bald man said seriously. "I'm short on source stones right now. If you offer three hundred thousand, I'll sell it to you."

"Fair price." The Yinming Dead General pulled out a storage bag from its robes.

"You're a straightforward one, friend." The bald man grinned, quickly taking the storage bag and handing over the crescent pendant, afraid the other might change his mind.

"Holy crap! A broken pendant for three hundred thousand?" The people on both sides stared in astonishment, looking at the bald man and then at the Yinming Dead General with greedy eyes.

"What do you know? It's my family heirloom." The bald man dismissed them casually. It was his turn in line, so he stepped onto the altar and let the mirror scan him, all the while feeling quite pleased.

"Friend, I've got treasures too. Want to take a look?" Although the bald man had gone up, others around the Yinming Dead General crowded in, pulling out all sorts of random items.

"No, thanks." The Yinming Dead General replied casually and stepped onto the altar.