Chapter 1546: Luring the Enemy with Oneself

Ye Chen left again, departing from the Peach Blossom Spring, a haven untouched by worldly affairs.

His heart had become cold and hard, filled with hatred, driving him to use the woman he loved most as a pawn without hesitation.

He had gone mad, provoked by the death of his reincarnated body to unleash a terrible disaster, transforming into a demon through relentless killing.

His eyes were calm once more, completely still.

Those who knew him well understood that the calmer he was, the more terrifying he became, like a slumbering ancient beast on the verge of awakening.

He hadn't yet found all of his reincarnated selves, and his enemies were still out there.

Feng Xian, Xian Zu Shen Zi, Zang Tian Shen Zi, Zhi Yang Dao Ren, and Ji Mie Shen Ti seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, with even the intelligence networks unable to find any trace of them.

As dawn approached, he arrived at Kunlun City again.

The ancient city of Kunlun was magnificent and imposing, a landmark of Zhongzhou that attracted visitors from all corners.

It lay like a coiled dragon, dominating the four seas and eight wildernesses.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, cultivators had gathered around the ancient city, coming and going, many of them powerful figures.

Ye Chen didn't enter the city. He stood silently in the void outside.

Passersby cast curious glances at him, wondering why he was standing there so rigidly in the early morning.

Ye Chen remained silent. He removed his black robe and his Gui Ming mask, then shaved off his long beard, revealing his true face.

Furthermore, he deliberately revealed the aura of his Sheng Ti bloodline.

His intention was simple: if he couldn't find his enemies, he would expose his identity to lure them out.

He figured that once Feng Xian and the others learned he was still alive, they would surely gather forces from all sides to hunt him down again.

Heavens, am I seeing things wrong?

Cultivators entering and leaving the city rushed over in a surge, their faces a mix of shock and astonishment.

How is this possible?

The people in the city were also stirred, pouring out like a tide.

I clearly saw his Yuan Shen fire extinguished!

Everyone's faces turned pale, filled with horror.

I'm truly baffled—how can this guy survive anything?

More and more cultivators arrived, filling the sky, all staring at Ye Chen in stunned disbelief, as if he were some kind of rare creature.

Ye Chen stood motionless, like a statue.

But his appearance ignited a massive commotion.

He was the first Quasi-Saint to survive a Great Saint-level killing blow, leaving everyone in utter shock.

In an instant, news of his survival spread from Kunlun City as the center, radiating in all directions.

Zhongzhou of Xuan Huang erupted in excitement, with the news reaching Dong Huang in the east, Nan Yu in the south, Xi Mo in the west, and Bei Yue in the north.

The entire Xuan Huang continent trembled, and countless groups flocked to witness the spectacle.

You're actually still alive.

From a secluded mountain, a figure shot out, his blood-red hair flowing wildly—upon closer inspection, it was his enemy, Zang Tian Shen Zi.

I don't believe it.

In a vast, boundless ocean, Xian Zu Shen Zi charged out, his roar shaking the nine heavens. No wonder Ye Chen couldn't find him—he had been hiding here.

This time, I will finish you.

In a distant ancient city, an eerie voice echoed through the sky, its source unseen—Ji Mie Shen Ti.

Good, very good.

From a barren forest, Feng Xian Er ascended into the sky, her beautiful face contorted in malice, gnashing her teeth as if she wanted to devour someone, looking more like a demon than a fairy.

The four of them exuded overwhelming killing intent, each summoning their followers. This time, their forces were even larger, numbering over a hundred thousand.

Outside Kunlun City, the crowd had swollen into a sea, a dark mass of people.

Since you survived, why come out again?

People from all sides pointed at Ye Chen, puzzled.

With so many enemies, isn't he just seeking death?

Has dying once made him stupid?

Many elders stroked their beards thoughtfully.

Clearly, he's trying to lure Feng Xian Er and the others here. After losing so many loved ones and friends, he's here to settle the score.

As discussions buzzed, the void trembled with thunderous rumbles.

From the east, clouds rolled like a charging army, led by Zang Tian Shen Zi mounted on a blazing Chi Yan Xiong Shi, his presence vast and majestic.

From the west, the heavens buzzed with rampant killing energy, as Ji Mie Shen Ti arrived on a flying sword, followed by tens of thousands, each with faces as fierce as demons.

From the south, space shattered, unleashing a dazzling Xian Hai that swept in countless figures, with Xian Zu Shen Zi at the forefront, soaring through the clouds, his blood energy so powerful it shook the heavens and earth.

From the north, the sky collapsed under a tidal wave of shadows like an ocean, engulfing everything, surrounding a seven-colored jade carriage where Feng Xian Er sat.

The east, west, south, and north converged like four dark oceans, threatening to swallow the world in their massive formation.

Good heavens.

The observing cultivators retreated in haste, even the veterans among them.

Over a hundred thousand strong—more than that day. If Ye Chen escapes again today, I'll take his surname.

As they spoke, Xian Zu Shen Zi, Feng Xian Er, Zang Tian Shen Zi, and Ji Mie Shen Ti had already arrived, their faces contorted in rage.

The void darkened instantly with their arrival, blocking out the sunlight as if turning day into night.

Compared to them, Ye Chen's figure seemed utterly isolated, like a single grain of sand before the vast sea, insignificant and alone.

I've been waiting for you.

Ye Chen's words were calm.

Without the Bloodline Limit, today you die.

Zang Tian Shen Zi roared furiously, his eyes filled with savagery.

You're the one courting death.

Ji Mie Shen Ti's voice was bone-chillingly cold.

Capture him alive.

Feng Xian Er sneered maliciously.

I want to refine him into a puppet, forcing him to kneel in servitude for eternity.

Unlike the others, Xian Zu Shen Zi narrowed his eyes at Ye Chen, his expression one of disbelief.

How is that possible? He still has an Immortal Eye.

He possessed the Xian Lun left eye and could clearly sense the aura in Ye Chen's right eye—an unmistakable Immortal Eye.

Good, very good.

Xian Zu Shen Zi grinned maliciously, his eyes gleaming with greed.

Your Immortal Eye will be mine.

With that, he charged forward first, filled with anticipation.

His Xian Jian in hand glowed with inscriptions, its strike unmatched and devastating, aimed directly at Ye Chen's brow.

Ye Chen's blood robe fluttered, his expression indifferent, standing firm.

In full view, Xian Zu Shen Zi's sword pierced the ethereal void, striking Ye Chen's brow precisely.

Clang!

A sharp metallic clash rang out, clear and resounding.

Xian Zu Shen Zi's peak strike failed to breach Ye Chen's brow, and his Xian Jian shattered inch by inch.

This...

Xian Zu Shen Zi's eyes bulged, his pupils contracting. That was his full-power attack! Was he too weak, or was Ye Chen overwhelmingly strong?

In that brief moment of distraction, Ye Chen raised his hand and slammed it down.

Xian Zu Shen Zi dropped to his knees on the spot, kneeling before Ye Chen.

The surroundings erupted in shock, faces frozen in disbelief. Was this some kind of joke?

After all, Xian Zu Shen Zi was a Saint, and not just any Saint—his combat prowess could slay Quasi-Saint Kings.

Ye Chen, however, was only a Quasi-Saint, a level below.

Yet, in this mismatched confrontation, Xian Zu Shen Zi's ultimate strike couldn't even penetrate Ye Chen's defense.

Not only that, he was suppressed with a single palm, kneeling so swiftly it left everyone reeling.

How could he be this strong?

Feng Xian Er, Zang Tian Shen Zi, Ji Mie Shen Ti, and their hundred thousand followers were all horrified, as if witnessing a nightmare.

This is impossible.

Xian Zu Shen Zi howled in rage, his eyes bloodshot, struggling against the restraint but unable to move, forced to his knees.

As the lofty Xian Zu Shen Zi, he couldn't accept this defeat—so swift and utterly complete.

Nothing's impossible.

Ye Chen's voice boomed like thunder, and with a finger of divine light, he destroyed Xian Zu Shen Zi's cultivation.

Then, he hooked his fingers and forcibly extracted Xian Zu Shen Zi's left eye, fusing it into his own left eye.

The Six Paths Xian Lun Eyes—left and right—reunited after over five thousand years.

Soon, a mysterious aura emanated from Ye Chen, sending out invisible ripples that made the void hum.

That was the power of the Immortal Eyes, ancient and formidable.

Ironically, they had reunited not in the hands of the Xian Clan, but here—a perfect twist of fate.

To Ye Chen's regret, with the return of the Xian Lun left eye, the forbidden techniques he had awakened earlier were gone.

Ah!

Xian Zu Shen Zi roared in agony, his hair disheveled, his screams piercing.

His cultivation was ruined, his Immortal Eye stolen, and his pride and nobility obliterated.

Ye Chen showed no mercy, even destroying Xian Zu Shen Zi's bloodline essence.

This time, he gave no deference to Jiang Tai Xu—even if Jiang Tai Xu appeared, he wouldn't hesitate.