Chapter 1566: Frequent Visitors

Da Chu Huang left, accompanied by sighs all along the way.

As a royal from the fox clan, she still mourned for Hu Xian.

The words "I am a dirty woman" could not hide their ancient bond; she had not loved the wrong person, only that the timing was off.

Behind her, Ye Chen gripped the sachet tightly, remaining silent and composed.

For him, such feelings had nothing to do with purity or impurity. Even if Hu Xian were a virgin, they still could not be together.

It was unclear when, but he finally swung his long sword.

A massive stone, shaped like a small tombstone, stood under the peach blossom tree, engraved with Hu Xian's name.

"Ask the world, what is love, that makes people pledge life and death to each other."

A 悠悠 female voice rang out, and a stunning, ethereal figure materialized behind Ye Chen, like a dream.

Ye Chen instinctively turned around, and upon seeing the woman, he was stunned—for she was Ruo Tian Zhu Que.

He was astonished and even more puzzled, wondering how Ruo Tian Zhu Que had entered when the gates of Tian Ting had not yet opened.

What shocked him even more was that her cultivation had surpassed Saint King, reaching the level of Great Saint.

"Little one, I hope you've been well."

Ruo Tian Zhu Que smiled gently, with the kindness of an elder, the softness of a woman, and admiration for this junior, Ye Chen.

"I hope you've been well."

Ye Chen smiled back, unable to resist glancing at Ruo Tian Zhu Que. Her strangeness made her hard to fathom; her origin seemed as illusory as a dream, quite unreal.

"Back then, I went to Wu Zhi Shan but was powerless to help."

Ruo Tian Zhu Que spoke, pointing a finger to Ye Chen's forehead. "Unfortunately, I didn't find Ren Wang either."

"Good thing I still made it out."

Ye Chen chuckled, looking inward at his body, where he saw that Ruo Tian Zhu Que had imprinted an ancient rune on his soul.

The rune was of unknown origin and purpose, only that it was profoundly mysterious and enigmatic.

"As a ruler of Da Chu, you must have sensed the aura of Da Chu. When Da Chu returns, the successive rulers might be able to save you."

Ruo Tian Zhu Que withdrew her jade finger.

"It will still take some time; this junior can hold on."

"Xuan Chen and the rulers, if they knew, would surely be pleased."

"Old ancestor?"

As the two conversed, a voice of surprise came from the air. "You've come to Xuan Huang too?"

With that, many figures descended one after another.

The newcomers were undoubtedly Xie Yun, along with Nian Wei and Mu Wan Qing. Seeing their old ancestor, they were both surprised and delighted.

Behind them followed many others: Liu Yi, Hua Yun, Zhou Ao, Nie Feng, Duan Yu, Situ Nan, Xiong Er, Ye Ru Xue, Xiao Feng, and Shao Yu.

In other words, all who came were disciples and elders from the three sects.

Xuan Chen was the founding ancestor of the three sects, and Ruo Tian Zhu Que, as the founding empress, was also considered one. Her statue stood alongside Xuan Chen's in the sects, equally revered.

Now, encountering Ruo Tian Zhu Que, the founding ancestor, in this foreign land felt incredibly dreamlike and unreal.

In addition, the successive kings arrived one after another.

Their expressions toward Ruo Tian Zhu Que were somewhat complex.

Back in the day, when Xuan Chen was proclaimed emperor, they had caused quite a bit of trouble.

Especially Xue Wang, who was Xuan Chen's great rival in that era, had nearly destroyed him multiple times; their enmity was not insignificant.

"All that is ancient history; no need to mention it."

Ruo Tian Zhu Que smiled, having long forgotten any grudges.

Ruo Tian Zhu Que also settled down, choosing a secluded mountain peak.

Her arrival boosted the morale of Tian Ting greatly.

After all, the current Da Chu Tian Ting had not even a single Quasi-Saint King, but suddenly, a Great Saint appeared—a terrifying one at that—giving them much-needed confidence.

That night, visitors came one after another, all old acquaintances.

After Ruo Tian Zhu Que, Dong Yang Zhen Ren and Qing Yue Xian Zi arrived, finally meeting Zhou Tian Yi as they wished, and they wept uncontrollably.

Since leaving Wang Gu Xing that year, they had searched for over two hundred years, solely to find the direct descendant of the Eastern Emperor.

Heaven rewards the diligent; they had finally found him.

Upon hearing that the Eastern Emperor was still alive, they were overjoyed. No matter how many generations apart, having the chance to pay respects was an immense honor.

Following them came another familiar face—a donkey.

This was no ordinary donkey; it was quite arrogant, cursing loudly at the mountain gate with a booming voice.

In the end, it was dragged inside and given a thorough beating.

This donkey was, of course, Qi Wang. It had returned to its ancestral land and then come to Xuan Huang, hearing many legends along the way that even made it smack its lips in its sleep.

After Qi Wang came the bearded Yan Lao Dao.

A hundred years later, he returned, but he had not found Ren Wang Fu Xi, filled with regret and constant sighs.

What surprised him most in Tian Ting was Ning Cai Chen; that talent was extraordinarily impressive.

He vaguely remembered the scene from years ago when the young scholar begged him to save his wife; back then, he was frail and weak.

Now, two hundred years later, the former young scholar, Ning Cai Chen, had become a powerhouse even he could not easily defeat.

Truly, life is full of changes; many impossibilities pile up, coming so suddenly that one can hardly keep up.

As dawn approached, a couple more significant figures arrived.

How to put it? One was a dragon, a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

That's right, Xiao Ling Wa had come—the one with the purest Tian Ting bloodline in his past life, now the prince of the Tyrannosaurus Rex clan, with an exceedingly noble status.

Unfortunately, the Tyrannosaurus Rex clan was in turmoil, and his father had been sealed.

His arrival livened up Tian Ting, with everyone rushing over to poke his little belly, only to be knocked down one after another.

Qing Long, Long Jie, Long Yi, and Long Wu surrounded him, scrutinizing him from all sides.

One Cang Long, one Qing Long, one Tyrannosaurus Rex, and two Tai Xu Ancient Dragon souls—all were from the dragon clan, sharing blood ties, their ancestors tracing back to the Hong Huang Ancestral Dragon.

"I heard about the turmoil in the Tyrannosaurus Rex clan; what about your father?"

Qing Long asked, staring straight at Xiao Ling Wa.

"I'm not telling you."

Xiao Ling Wa shook his head smugly.

But seeing how relaxed he was, everyone easily guessed the outcome—his father must have escaped danger.

As for where the Tyrannosaurus Rex Emperor was, Xiao Ling Wa said nothing, likely hiding somewhere to recover his strength.

Ye Chen stroked his chin, his eyes full of meaning.

He didn't believe Xiao Ling Wa could have rescued the Tyrannosaurus Rex Emperor alone; there must have been a master helping out.

As for how powerful that master was, it was left to imagination.

With visitors coming one after another, Tian Ting held a wine banquet.

Xiao Ling Wa, who had just arrived, was the most emotional.

Ye Chen's story he had heard, as well as the matter of the fifty million cultivators; that's why he had come alone.

Being able to see so many relatives in this foreign land moved him to tears, and for that, he even sparred with a couple of people.

After the banquet, Da Chu Tian Ting finally calmed down.

Looking beyond the Nan Tian Gate, the small hills still had figures moving about—not just Xuan Huang natives, but also many cultivators from the stars.

They had all come out of admiration, wanting to see for themselves the force bold enough to establish a sect at the Tian Xu gate.

Unfortunately, with the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon clan's concealing secret technique, they were doomed to see nothing, having come in vain.

And so, nine days passed quietly, everything calm.

Until the tenth day, when Hong Chen Xue brought joyful news: Ren Huang had not disappointed them, locating part of their enemies' hiding place.

Even so, the experts of Tian Ting gathered in droves, their killing intent and murderous aura impossible to suppress.

Hong Chen Xue summoned a water screen, manifesting an ancient city.

"Do you know who is hiding inside?"

Ye Chen stood before the water screen, his turbid old eyes flashing with cold light.

"The leaders are three people; based on the intelligence, they should be Tai Qing Shen Zi, Yu Hua Shen Zi, and Zhi Zun Shen Zi."

Hong Chen Xue said. "Besides them, there are nearly a hundred followers."

"What about their strong lineup?"

Ye Chen asked again.

"Three Quasi-Saint Kings; the rest are mostly Saints, with the others being Quasi-Saints. No Saint Kings or Great Saints."

"Capture them alive, cripple but don't kill them. I need to pry out the hiding places of Tai Qing Gong, Yu Hua Shen Chao, and Zhi Zun Cheng from their mouths."

Ye Chen finally gave the order, his words firm and resolute. Though he only had Ren Yuan cultivation, they carried supreme authority.

"Just watch."

The experts of Tian Ting all revealed a fierce glint.

"The old strategy: absolute force suppression, quick and decisive battle."