Chapter 1552: When Will the Grudges End?

Chapter 1552: When Will Vengeance Be Recompensed

Under the moonlit sky, Ye Chen ascended, striding through the heavens.

His face was deeply aged, his beard swaying in the wind, and even his brilliant divine eyes couldn't hide the signs of time.

After a long period of slaughter and tribulation, the power of his Sheng Gu had greatly diminished; its eventual dissipation was only a matter of time.

Furthermore, activating the Xian Lun Tian Zang had further depleted his lifespan, leaving him with extremely limited years remaining.

The only positive was his cauldron, which had become even more extraordinary after devouring six Quasi-Emperor weapons in this battle, becoming incredibly dominant.

Unfortunately, as its master, his cultivation had fallen to the Quasi-Sheng level; otherwise, the cauldron would surely have advanced to the Sheng Wang grade.

A gentle breeze brushed past, and in his palm, a rune began to manifest.

It was a tracking rune, linked to the restriction he had placed on Feng Xian’s body, allowing him to track her location.

As the onlookers had mentioned earlier, he had planted a curse on Feng Xian, which was why he had let her escape in the first place.

Now, with Zhi Yang suppressed, she was the last one. Once he captured her, he could head to the Zhu Tian Mountains.

The tracking rune evolved on its own, transforming into a small water screen that displayed Feng Xian’s location.

“She actually went to the Xi Mo,” Ye Chen recognized it at a glance. Though surprised, his expression showed no major change.

He had said before that no matter where she fled, he would bring her back, even if it meant walking over mountains of corpses and wading through seas of blood.

“Sheng Zhu.” From afar, more than a dozen figures soared through the sky towards him. Before they even arrived, they began calling out, and as soon as they landed, they knelt down with a thud.

They were not natives of the Xuan Huang continent but had come from the star domain upon hearing the news, having heard countless legends about the Sheng Ti.

Naturally, behind those legends lay a bloody path and over two hundred years of solitude.

Ye Chen immediately raised his hand, summoning a gentle force to lift them up, and for once, he managed to show a faint smile.

These were all kin from his homeland, though not all were familiar to him—there were elders and juniors alike, and a couple he had never met before, but they were all reincarnated souls.

The eyes of the dozen reincarnated individuals glistened with tears.

He was Ye Chen, the mighty Tai Gu Sheng Ti that shook the world, the commanding general of Da Chu who could swallow the eight wastelands whole. Yet now, he appeared so frail and aged, a sight that pained the heart.

“Leave the Xuan Huang continent and go as far as you can,” Ye Chen said in a hoarse voice, tinged with weariness. “In one hundred years, gather again at Kun Lun Xu.”

“We won’t go.” The dozen of them gazed at him with firm resolve, for their Sheng Zhu had shouldered far too much along the way.

“This is an order.” Ye Chen waved his hand, sending them hurtling beyond the heavens. “If you still recognize me as your Sheng Zhu, then leave. In the future, I will take you back to our homeland.”

With that, Ye Chen stepped forward, his figure flickering like an illusion, leaving only faint afterimages in his wake before vanishing in an instant.

By the time the dozen reincarnated individuals from Da Chu returned to search, Ye Chen was already gone, his whereabouts unknown.

It was not until dawn that Ye Chen appeared in Kun Lun City, intending to use its teleportation array to reach the Xi Mo of Xuan Huang.

“No less than nineteen Da Sheng, plus six Quasi-Emperor weapons, and they were all wiped out by the Sheng Ti.” As soon as he entered the ancient city, he heard waves of discussions and gasps of astonishment.

“Counting carefully, yesterday Ye Chen slaughtered over twenty Da Sheng, not to mention the hundred thousand cultivators he wiped out earlier outside Kun Lun Ancient City.”

“Even Quasi-Emperors wouldn’t dare intervene recklessly.” An old-timer sighed, thinking of the fishing elder Quasi-Emperor. “Zhi Yang Dao Ren cried out for help, and he didn’t even respond.”

“You have to say Zhi Yang’s family met a tragic end, their entire clan exterminated. This might just be the legendary retribution in this life—who did they have to provoke? They just had to mess with that fiend Ye Chen.”

“The Tian Fa Holy Land, Cang Ling Hall, Yu Hua Shen Chao, Tai Qing Palace, Zhi Zun City, Miao Miao Palace, and Ri Yue Shen Jiao have all fled. To be precise, every force with a grudge against Ye Chen vanished overnight.”

“This is fortunate for the Xian Clan, Shen Clan, and Huang Clan, who have already sealed themselves away. If they were still around and ran into such a formidable Ye Chen, that would truly be chaos.”

The streets, alleys, teahouses, and taverns were all buzzing with excitement, with a few chatty individuals dominating the conversations.

Ye Chen passed by quietly, suppressing the aura of his Da Cheng Sheng Gu, though he could not hide the murderous intent seeping from his very bones.

As he walked, the discussions around him died down in waves, with all eyes fixed on him.

“Where did this person come from? Such a strong killing aura.” Shocked voices rose from all sides, and people could not help but shiver.

“Could it be the Sheng Ti?” A sleazy young man murmured, his small eyes darting around suspiciously.

As soon as he spoke, the entire city erupted in commotion, with people scanning Ye Chen up and down. Seeing his aged appearance and long beard, they all wore expressions of subtle realization.

Back at the Zhu Tian Mountains, Ye Chen had also had a full head of white hair like an old man, and it was quite similar to now.

Coupled with such a powerful killing aura and an oppressive presence that even Da Sheng found suffocating, it was almost certainly the Sheng Ti.

Ye Chen remained silent throughout, walking under the watchful eyes of thousands until he stepped onto the teleportation platform and said calmly,

“Xi Mo.”

“Right away.” The white-robed elder guarding the array hurriedly activated it, his Sheng Wang-level heart trembling.

The array activated, and spatial forces swirled as Ye Chen disappeared in an instant.

After he left, crowds gathered like a tide, also entering the teleportation array. There were many of them, all heading to the Xi Mo.

Though they did not know why Ye Chen was going there, they knew that wherever he appeared, there would be a good show, so they followed to watch.

This news spread quickly, and even those lazy individuals who cared little for cultivation banded together, rushing straight to the Xi Mo of Xuan Huang.

The Xi Mo pure land remained as peaceful as ever, with an aura of solemnity flowing through it, accompanied by vast waves of faith.

Stepping onto this land, one could sense the essence of incense and worship.

The Xi Mo was full of temples, with Buddhist followers everywhere. The temples’ incense burned brightly, spreading far and wide.

Ye Chen tread through the air, his robes fluttering, his expression calm.

After several months, returning to the Xi Mo, he felt the same as before—a deep respect and wariness toward Buddhism.

Even with the Da Cheng Sheng Gu fused within him, he dared not underestimate this place, for the power of faith here was endless.

“That, that one, over there.” The cultivators who had followed him to the Xi Mo arrived, trailing far behind him.

And more figures kept coming, wave after wave, vast and mighty, making it seem as if they were Ye Chen’s followers to the unaware.

At some point, Ye Chen slowly came to a stop.

In the distance stood a mountain, more accurately the Ling Mountain of the Xi Mo, as majestic as ever.

There was no mistake—Feng Xian was inside, hiding in the Ling Mountain. She was no fool; she had chosen an excellent refuge.

“Has the benefactor come to his senses?” An ethereal voice echoed from the Ling Mountain, gentle and compassionate, resounding through the nine heavens.

The speaker stood at the peak of the Ling Mountain—it was Shi Jia Zun Zhe, radiating with ten thousand rays of golden light, dazzling to behold.

“I am here for Feng Xian,” Ye Chen replied faintly.

This single sentence left the surrounding cultivators in surprise. “So that’s why the Sheng Ti came here—Feng Xian is in the Ling Mountain.”

“She actually hid here. She certainly knows how to pick a spot.”

“The Ling Mountain probably won’t hand her over easily, and Ye Chen isn’t likely to let this go quietly.” Someone pondered aloud.

“But that’s the Ling Mountain, the sacred mountain of Buddhism.”

“With Shi Jia Zun Zhe presiding and an ultimate Emperor weapon present, even Ye Chen, no matter how bold, wouldn’t dare attack this place, right?”

“It’s hard to say.” The old-timers stroked their beards. “In this world, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do.”

“Amitabha, how benevolent. Are you seeking me?” Amid the discussions, a female voice emerged from the Ling Mountain.

Looking into the distance, the peak of the Ling Mountain now had an additional figure—it was Feng Xian, standing beside Shi Jia Zun Zhe.

She had shaved her hair and donned Buddhist robes, resembling a monk’s attire, leaving the surrounding cultivators stunned.

The princess of the Huang Clan had become a Buddhist disciple—this was quite a novelty, truly a rare event.

However, discerning eyes could see the ploy: Feng Xian was using the Ling Mountain as a shield.

They could see it, and Ye Chen could see it even more clearly.

He said nothing, simply standing in silence, as if he could peer through the misty void to his archenemy, Feng Xian.

“I have entered the empty gate and am cultivating Buddhist Zen. I will no longer involve myself in worldly affairs,” Feng Xian said softly, performing a Buddhist li, adopting the demeanor of one who has transcended the mortal world.

“What a convenient way to wash your hands of it all,” Ye Chen replied in a somber tone. “Feng Xian, I truly underestimated you.”

“The benefactor’s karma is too heavy. Why not join the mountain for cultivation as well?” Feng Xian performed another Zen li, her words light and playful.

Yet, Ye Chen clearly saw a glint of cunning in her eyes, as if she were taunting: All your kin were slain by me—come and kill me if you can!

Her lips curved into a slight, mocking smile, seemingly pure but laced with malice.

“She has taken refuge in our Buddhism. Let bygones be bygones, benefactor. Please return,” Shi Jia Zun Zhe said with a slight smile.

“Respected one, as an enlightened monk of Buddhism, do you truly intend to protect her?” Ye Chen asked flatly, his golden divine eyes fixed unswervingly on Shi Jia Zun Zhe.

“When will the cycle of vengeance end? Heed this old monk’s words and entangle no further,” Shi Jia Zun Zhe’s Buddhist voice boomed like a great bell, solemn and serene, making hearts tremble.

“What of my kin? Who will atone for their lives?” Ye Chen responded firmly, his words ringing with resolve.

“To err is human—who is without fault?” Shi Jia Zun Zhe sighed lightly. “Since she has realized her mistake, let her go.”

“Xian Lun Tian Zang, activate!” Shi Jia Zun Zhe’s words provoked Ye Chen’s thunderous roar, echoing like ancient thunderclaps.

Ye Chen wasted no words and directly activated the Xian Lun forbidden technique, unleashing tenfold combat power.

A beam of golden light shot from his celestial spirit cover into the sky, piercing a massive hole in the heavens.

The aura of the Da Cheng Sheng Gu erupted, with strands of golden light covering his sacred body. A powerful Quasi-Emperor pressure spread out, shaking the azure skies and causing the earth to rumble.

He stood like a war god ruling the nine heavens, overlooking the world, his presence dominating the eight wastelands. Every drop of his sacred blood and every inch of his sacred bone seemed forged from pure gold.

The spectators watched in shock—this was truly a battle about to begin!

The Quasi-Emperor’s might was overwhelming; those with weaker cultivation plummeted from the sky in droves, and many turned to blood mist on the spot.

The onlookers paled and retreated frantically, not daring to approach. Ye Chen was too powerful; they could not withstand his pressure.

“He’s really going to fight—that’s the Ling Mountain of the Xi Mo!” Shouts of astonishment filled the air, awed by Ye Chen’s audacity.

“Once this battle starts, it will be a scene of heaven and earth collapsing.” The old-timers inhaled sharply.

“The Tai Gu Sheng Ti has been blinded by hatred. For the sake of capturing one person, he’s willing to confront the Buddhism of the Xi Mo.”

“You will die a horrible death.” At the peak of the Ling Mountain, Feng Xian smirked cunningly, baring her white teeth.