Chapter 1561: A Home in a Foreign Land

Chapter 1561: Home in a Foreign Land

Beyond Tianxu, thunderous booms echoed continuously.

Mountains rose from the ground, each one majestic and towering, standing firmly outside Tianxu.

With fifty million people working, the progress was incredibly efficient.

The Tian Court had clear divisions of labor. Figures like Long Yi, Long Wu, Gu Santong, and Wuya Daoist were responsible for inscribing arrays and setting up barriers to protect the new mountain gate.

Female cultivators from Guanghan Gong handled planting vegetation.

Those from Heilong Island took charge of constructing palaces and pavilions.

The Da Chu Huangzu oversaw carving out spatial caves.

Hongchen Xue had already selected many cultivators to spread out, and the Tian Court's people were secretly forming organizations.

Xiao Feng led several million cultivators to guard the four directions, preventing any ill-intentioned individuals from causing trouble.

Everything proceeded smoothly and systematically, with this new home being built to the exact specifications of the Da Chu Tian Court.

The cultivators on the periphery watched with their mouths agape, their expressions full of amazement.

“This is truly audacious!”

“Daring to build a mountain gate outside the forbidden zone—these fifty million people are all complete madmen. Are they throwing their lives away?”

“Speaking of which, why hasn't anyone from Tianxu come out to stop this? So many people are looking toward Tianxu. With such a huge commotion, can they really not see it?”

On a distant mountain peak, Long Jie stood with his hands tucked in his sleeves and squatted there, glancing around as he spoke.

“Fifty million cultivators—they're not short on manpower at all.”

Xuanwu Taizi pulled out a wine flask.

“Once they finish building, we'll go in and find a place to stay.”

The Wuzu Shenzi casually picked at his ear.

“What surprises me is that the Tianxu forbidden zone is allowing them to build their mountain gate. Is there some hidden connection between the two?”

Nandi said thoughtfully.

“Earlier, with so many people around, I didn't notice that Jian Shen's disciple and Dan Zun's divine maiden were among them. Do they also belong to this so-called Da Chu Tian Court?”

“Moreover, many of them have extremely powerful bloodlines, like Xuanling Zhiti, Daoling Zhiti, and Taiji Zhenti. Just what kind of existence is this Da Chu Tian Court?”

Kui Niu and Xiao Yuan Huang jumped around excitedly.

“What nonsense! Why build a mountain gate? Take those fifty million and go settle the score with Fengxian and the others!”

“Are you out of your mind, or did a donkey kick you? If you were Fengxian and saw fifty million cultivators, would you dare show your face? Would you dare wander around?”

“Fengxian isn't stupid. He's probably hidden himself without a trace. Xuanhuang is so vast—finding them won't be easy.”

“That makes sense.” Kui Niu coughed dryly.

“Ye Chen has been suppressed for a hundred years, and he sees things more clearly than any of us. He understands his opponents better than anyone. He has his own plans, which no one can fathom.”

“I believe that.” The Wuzu Shenzi grinned. “Just like building a mountain gate outside Tianxu—probably no one expected it, but he did it anyway.”

“The Tian Court is from another land, after all. As the saying goes, a strong dragon doesn't oppress a local snake. Building a mountain gate is necessary. Since we can't find our enemies right away, stabilizing our position is the priority.” Xuanwu Taizi said slowly.

The group chatted back and forth, each making insightful points.

Only one person remained silent: Bei Sheng.

She stood at the mountaintop, occasionally glancing toward Ye Chen. Around him, there were so many women.

Each of those women was stunningly beautiful and extraordinarily elegant. Even from a distance, she could see the tenderness in their eyes—it was for Ye Chen.

Even though Ye Chen was now incredibly aged, with only Renyuanjing cultivation and little life left, they showed no disdain. Instead, they all felt heartbroken for him.

“Are they all your wives?” Bei Sheng murmured to herself, a strange sourness welling up in her heart.

Ye Chen had no idea that Bei Sheng was secretly watching him.

He was sitting on a rock, coughing violently, his face pale as if he were gravely ill.

His hair and beard were all snow-white, his skin wrinkled, his back hunched, his eyes cloudy and dim. He was enveloped in thick deathly energy, on the verge of being consumed at any moment.

He was so frail, as if he might pass away the next instant, his weak breath coming in fits and starts.

At his side, Lin Shihu, Bi You, Shangguan Han Yue, Shangguan Yu Er, Xuan Nu, Luo Xi, and Hao Tian Shi Yue were constantly crushing pills to supplement his lifespan, hoping to extend his life.

“Don't waste the pills.” Ye Chen shook his head with a smile.

“Just sit still and be good.” Shangguan Yu Er choked back tears, wiped them away, and continued crushing pills to infuse into Ye Chen's aged body.

Bi You and the others did the same. They knew it was futile, but they couldn't stop themselves from crushing pill after pill.

Not knowing how to save Ye Chen, crushing pills became their way of expressing helplessness, hoping he could return to his former self rather than remain in this aged state.

Ye Chen smiled and said nothing more, occasionally coughing and sometimes spitting up blood.

Zhoutian Evolution was too dominating. The weaker his body became, the more ferocious it grew, intent on devouring him completely.

He was already in his twilight years, unsure how much longer he could live or if he could hold on until Da Chu's return. Everything was uncertain.

Seeing Ye Chen like this, Xie Yun, Situ Nan, and the others sighed, feeling powerless as they clenched their fists in frustration.

Then, Xiong Er came bounding over.

After more than three hundred years, he hadn't grown at all, but his layer upon layer of fat had only increased.

“I've been saving this for over a hundred years—use it.” Xiong Er pulled a sealed treasure box from his robes and handed it to Ye Chen, his face full of reluctance.

“I have to take a look.” Ye Chen immediately opened the box and glanced inside, his mouth twitching suddenly.

Perhaps caught off guard, he couldn't catch his breath and coughed up blood on the spot, nearly ascending to the heavens.

It wasn't his fault for reacting that way—the box contained a massive meat rod, as thick as an adult's wrist and sealed, extraordinarily robust.

In the cultivation world, this was called a tiger whip, or possibly a bull whip—it was just a whip, anyway.

“It's a treasure, right? Hey, hey? What are you doing?”

“You dead fatty.”

Before Xiong Er could finish, Shangguan Yu Er's face flushed red, and she slapped him flying.

Bi You, Lin Shihu, and the others also had rosy cheeks as they rolled up their sleeves and charged over.

What followed was a scene too hard to watch.

The well-intentioned Xiong Er was pinned down by the group of women and beaten thoroughly, with no mercy.

The onlookers were astonished, staring at Xiong Er—who was this kid, and what had he been eating to grow like that?

In contrast, the Tian Court cultivators all smiled.

Especially Liu Yi and Nie Feng, seeing this scene reminded them of the past, and for a moment, it felt like they were back in those days, memories like smoke.

They slowly withdrew their gazes and continued with their tasks.

With so many people, the new home was completed in less than three days.

From afar, it was a vast range of mountains, with over ten thousand towering peaks, countless palaces and pavilions, and spirit-gathering arrays everywhere. Clouds and mist swirled around, enveloping everything in a hazy glow, truly a paradise on earth.

The layout was exquisite, with babbling streams, arched bridges, pavilions, exotic flowers, strange grasses, spiritual trees, and ancient woods—all pleasing to the eye.

This was the Tian Court Immortal Mountain, shrouded in a layer of light curtain formed by the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan's concealment secret technique.

Inside the light curtain were nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine defensive barriers, layered one upon another.

Beyond the barriers were attack arrays on every mountain peak, all powerful Xutian Juesha Arrays.

In addition, Long Yi and Long Wu had created numerous Xingkong Yutai and Chuansong Yumeng, in vast numbers.

Their purpose was simple: to prepare for the worst in this world of the strong, where disasters could strike at any time. If that happened, they could use the Xingkong Yutai and Chuansong Yumeng to escape.

Xiao Feng used his great divine powers to carve out a hundred-zhang stone stele, erecting it at the base of the mountain, with four bold characters inscribed: Da Chu Tian Court.

Wu San Pao, Niu Shisan, and Taiyi Zhenren worked together to place a ten-thousand-zhang stone gate in front of the Tian Court Immortal Mountain—this was the mountain gate of Da Chu Tian Court.

Above the gate were three large characters: Nantianmen.

From a distance, just the gate alone exuded a grand and imposing aura, overwhelming to behold.

“Home.” Ye Chen stepped forward, the first to enter.

That single word “home” nearly brought the Tian Court cultivators to tears.

This was home, but it was a home in a foreign land. Their true home and homeland was Da Chu.

However, no one dwelled on that now. Wherever there were loved ones, that was home, and that was enough.

The fifty million cultivators surged in like a tide, each faction occupying a mountain peak, living in harmony.

“An age-old truth: many hands make light work.” Watching the Tian Court cultivators enter the mountains, the outsiders couldn't help but grin. “In just three days, they built such a massive mountain gate—it's incredible!”

“The intricate arrays and barriers are nothing short of miraculous.”

“There are nearly ten thousand defensive barriers—who could break through them? Even imperial weapons might not shatter them in one strike!”

“And the attack arrays, all at the Xutian Juesha level—the sheer number is enough to make your scalp tingle.”

“Plus, they're backed by Tianxu. Anyone thinking of attacking them would have to think twice. If they accidentally strike the wrong target, the people of Tianxu will go berserk.”

“Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan's Zhetian Zhen, Yutian Zhen, and Gongtian Zhen.” On a distant mountain peak, Long Jie murmured lightly, as if recognizing the arrays' origins.

“These three arrays were lost by the end of the Taigu period. Where did they get them from?” Qinglong frowned.

“The Da Chu Tian Court truly carries an air of mystery.” Nandi chuckled and shook his head. “We can't see through it.”

“Want to go in and take a look around?” The Wuzu Shenzi stood up. “The Tian Court inside must have hidden wonders.”

“Let's wait a bit. It's a time for family reunions—give them some space. We shouldn't intrude.” Zhurong said softly.

“Da Chu Tian Court?” On the peak of the Tianxu forbidden zone, Dimie stroked his beard. “These little ones really dare to use that name. They've got quite the nerve!”

“Hearing the word 'Tian Court' always reminds me of ancient events.” Tianzhu shook his head secretly and turned to descend the mountain. “Wait and see. The young one, Ye Chen, will enter Tianxu again.”

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