Chapter 1521: Two-Hundred-Year-Old Quasi-Emperor

On the peak, Ye Chen sat cross-legged, his brow deeply furrowed as he pondered intensely, yet found no answers. In the hazy darkness, he always felt a desperate call, but he couldn't discern its origin.

Moreover, the sudden dissipation of the heavenly tribulation was beyond his expectations. He didn't believe that the merciless heavens would let him off easily; this felt like a hidden scheme, and he was still bound by the chains of destiny.

Seeing him silent for so long, Kui Niu moved closer, his expression strange."Are you alright?"

"It's nothing serious." Ye Chen waved his hand lightly and finally stood up, his eyes flashing with uncertainty.

As they spoke, Kui Niu's words trailed off as he suddenly looked up, his eyes narrowing sharply at the empty sky, for a rift had opened there. Immediately, a beam of pitch-black demonic light descended from the crack, standing upright on the vast earth.

Upon closer inspection, it was a blurry human figure gradually solidifying within the swirling demonic energy. The figure was eerie, shrouded in a black robe, his face hidden in a haze by a powerful secret technique, only revealing a pair of sinister eyes glinting with an eerie light. His body flickered between reality and illusion.

From the moment he appeared, the space became chaotic, and all the flowers, plants, and trees within ten thousand zhang withered simultaneously. His overwhelming pressure shook the heavens with thunderous roars and made the earth tremble.

He seemed like a devil incarnate, sinister and terrifying, violent and bloodthirsty. Because of his presence, the gentle breeze in this world turned icy cold, freezing inch by inch into black ice.

"Quasi-Emperor level." Kui Niu instinctively retreated, his usual arrogance gone. Even his massive bovine form couldn't help but shudder slightly. He had reason to believe that the black-robed figure's power surpassed that of the Kui Niu ancestor.

Unlike Kui Niu, Ye Chen's eyes burned with cold fury. Far from retreating, he radiated overwhelming killing intent, his deep gaze filled with surging seas of blood, as if facing an eternal enemy.

It wasn't without reason; the black-robed figure was a Tian Mo. Ye Chen would never forget the aura of the Tian Mo—it was their invasion that had drenched Da Chu in blood and buried ninety million souls.

How could a Tian Mo descend here? Where did he come from? How had he reached Xuan Huang Continent? These questions shrouded Ye Chen's mind in layers of fog, leaving him unable to fathom the cause.

"What a wonderful aura." The black-robed Tian Mo chuckled eerily, savoring the essence of heaven and earth with evident enjoyment. His voice was dry and ancient, filled with chill and menace.

As he laughed, he glanced disdainfully at Ye Chen and Kui Niu. From the instant he arrived, he had sensed their presence, but as a Quasi-Emperor, he dismissed them entirely. In his eyes, two Saints could be crushed with a flick of his finger, so he saw no need to bother.

Instead, he gazed into the distance, as if peering through countless miles towards the forbidden zone of Wangchuan. He let out a faint, eerie laugh, baring his ghastly white teeth. "My luck is truly excellent."

His gaze was fervent, laced with excitement, as if he had discovered a vast treasure trove.

On the other side, Kui Niu had already pulled Ye Chen back in retreat; the black-robed Quasi-Emperor was simply too powerful. Although filled with killing intent, Ye Chen forcibly suppressed it. That was a Tian Mo, and a genuine Quasi-Emperor at that, far beyond what they could handle.

"Did I permit you to leave?" The black-robed Tian Mo's cold laugh echoed, carrying supreme authority and demonic power, resounding endlessly.

Instantly, the Quasi-Emperor's pressure blanketed the heavens and earth, immobilizing Ye Chen and Kui Niu on the spot.

"We didn't provoke you," Kui Niu snorted coldly. "Does being a Quasi-Emperor mean you can bully people at will?"

"The blood of an Archaic Holy Body and Kui Niu lineage must be exquisitely delightful." The black-robed Tian Mo licked his crimson tongue, his eyes still gleaming sinisterly as he reached out eagerly to seize them.

Kui Niu's eyes turned blood-red, unable to break free from the pressure, while Ye Chen's expression was icy cold, his Xianlun pupil power nearly gathered. They couldn't defeat a Quasi-Emperor; their only option was to escape via the Heavenly Dao.

But just as he was about to sacrifice his essence blood, a gentle breeze swept in. Before their eyes, a ghostly figure appeared in a flash, shattering the black-robed Tian Mo's hand.

Looking closely, it was a male cultivator in plain robes, exuding a thick aura of age. His eyes were hollow, his expression wooden, like a puppet devoid of human emotion. His shoulders were dusted with the grime of years, making him seem as if he had crawled out of a grave.

This person was peculiar, appearing like a phantom in an instant. Though standing nearby, he felt as distant as a dream. His cultivation was also at the Quasi-Emperor level.

"My goodness! A two-hundred-year-old Quasi-Emperor?" Kui Niu's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the male cultivator, whose age was only a little over two hundred years.

"Not from the Six Paths, but from Hong Chen." Ye Chen was equally stunned, recognizing the man before him. He felt surprise, but even more shock—the last time he had seen Hong Chen was three years ago.

Three years ago, Hong Chen had bypassed the five declines of heaven and man to become a Saint, which was already defying norms. Unthinkably, three years later, he had become a genuine Quasi-Emperor, completely overturning the laws of the world. Such a rapid advancement was like cheating; even Ye Chen's composure was shaken.

While they were shocked, the black-robed Tian Mo narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Hong Chen. As a Quasi-Emperor himself, he was astounded, instantly seeing through Hong Chen's age—just over two hundred years—yet he was a real Quasi-Emperor. What kind of heaven-defying talent was this?

More importantly, he couldn't see through Hong Chen or find his origin. He only knew that this strange person gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, one that made even his soul wary.

Hong Chen showed no reaction to his scrutiny, standing like a puppet, utterly still.

"Who are you?" The black-robed Tian Mo demanded coldly, his Quasi-Emperor aura rapidly rising.

Hong Chen didn't speak. Instead, he stepped forward, shattering the sky, and lightly raised his hand to strike at the black-robed Tian Mo.

His palm appeared ordinary but contained the Great Dao, fused with thousands of secret techniques, evolving yin and yang into chaos. In that instant, even time seemed to freeze.

The black-robed Tian Mo snorted and formed a killing technique with his hands, his divine ability transforming as he countered with a palm strike from afar.

Their palms collided, sending fresh blood splattering and bones flying. The black-robed Tian Mo was utterly defeated, sent hurtling backward, crashing through the misty sky until he halted eight thousand zhang away.

Before he could recover, Hong Chen darted like a ghost and struck again. This time, the Tian Mo's divine body exploded on the spot, sending him tumbling and smashing through over a dozen mountain peaks.

"Who exactly are you?" The black-robed Tian Mo roared, desperately regenerating his body and activating forbidden arts. He couldn't believe that the myriad realms held such a formidable existence, giving him the illusion that he faced not a Quasi-Emperor, but a Great Emperor.

His roar echoed like ancient thunder, but Hong Chen ignored it completely. Before the Tian Mo could steady himself, Hong Chen flashed forward again, striking without a word. His palm prints were simple yet overwhelmingly dominant.

What followed was a terrifying scene: the mighty Tian Mo Quasi-Emperor was relentlessly beaten back. Every attempt to counterattack was thwarted, his divine body exploding repeatedly.

Black Tian Mo blood sprayed across the heavens, each drop glaring and shimmering with demonic light.

Kui Niu swallowed hard, his eyes bulging in shock. He had seen Quasi-Emperors before, but never one so young or so dominant—it was utterly outrageous.

In his astonishment, he instinctively stepped forward to follow, eager to witness the thrilling spectacle. But Ye Chen stepped up and pulled him back, then soared into the sky after them, leaving only a faint voice behind:"Leave quickly. Meet at Ling Shan in three days. Don't follow."

Kui Niu grumbled but ultimately didn't pursue, glancing back once before turning and flying away.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen used the Shrinking Earth technique to hurry along at top speed, but Hong Chen was already out of sight. He followed the rumbling sounds, though his pace was far inferior to Hong Chen's.

The current situation mirrored what had happened a hundred years ago—or rather, it was a repeat. Back then, a Tian Mo Quasi-Emperor had been utterly dominated by the powerful Six Paths. Now, a century later, another Tian Mo Quasi-Emperor faced the same fate, though without Six Paths, it was Hong Chen instead. Both shared an unyielding nature, beating the Tian Mo Quasi-Emperor into submission.