Chapter 1575: A Momentary Warmth

Chapter 1575: Short-lived Warmth

A night passed without incident, quietly ushering in the dawn.

On Yu Nu Peak, shadows flitted about, all graceful figures of women.

It was Shangguan Yu'er and the others, each busy preparing breakfast, or more precisely, making it for Ye Chen.

Naturally, this breakfast was all for him.

As plate after plate of exquisite delicacies were brought to the table, their aromas gradually spread, filling the entire immortal mountain.

Passersby below the mountain couldn't help but sniff the air.

People on various peaks gazed over, seeing everything clearly.

Who would have thought that so many peerless women were actually preparing ordinary mortal meals? The scene was truly a feast for the eyes.

While sighing in admiration, many felt a deeper sense of pity, all for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen awoke from his sleep, opening his eyes to the scent of food.

Now that he was a mortal, he couldn't compare to immortals; he would get hungry if he didn't eat, and his stomach was already growling.

"Husband, it's time to eat." Shangguan Yu'er giggled and helped Ye Chen up, seating him at the table.

"Honestly, I'm more used to you calling me Ye Chen." Ye Chen gave a dry laugh, feeling a bit dazed by the term "husband."

"You're getting shy." Shangguan Yu'er handed him the chopsticks. "Tonight, we'll consummate our marriage."

"We're in on that too." Luo Xi, the young girl, laughed cheekily while picking up food, without a hint of reservation.

"I'd like to live a few more days." Ye Chen felt around for his bowl and focused on eating his rice.

His words made all the women burst into giggles.

Whether it was Shangguan Han Yue or Lin Shi Hua, they had all set aside their reservations, revealing their genuine feelings.

Ye Chen was blind now and could no longer see them in their wedding attire—this was a regret. They didn't want him to leave with even this as an unfulfilled wish.

Yu Nu Peak was filled with warmth, as these peerless women acted like gentle wives, cherishing their happiness.

After the meal, Ye Chen sat down and picked up a piece of wood in one hand and a carving knife in the other, beginning to carve wooden figures.

The women gathered around, resting their chins in their hands, their clear and beautiful eyes full of tender affection, lost in a hazy trance.

Ye Chen spoke of his past experiences, recounting event after event like stories, as if an elder sharing tales with the younger generation.

For the next dozen or so days, he spent his time this way.

The women played their roles as wives admirably.

Apart from consummating the marriage, they didn't miss out on anything else they could do.

Yu Nu Peak seemed to become a forbidden zone, and everyone else showed tacit understanding, not disturbing this rare moment of warmth.

"I really hope Ye Chen and them can go on like this forever." On the neighboring peak, Xiao Jiu Xian pursed her lips.

"Husband, I'll make you food too." The Ling Clan divine maiden wrapped her arm around Long Jie, her beautiful eyes fluttering as she smiled charmingly.

"What's with 'husband'?" The Wu Clan divine child immediately objected, pulling the Ling Clan divine maiden away. "If you're making any, make it for me."

"I'll put two pounds of arsenic in it and poison you."

"Even if it chokes me to death, I'd be willing." The Wu Clan divine child shook his head smugly, but was pinched by the Gu Clan divine maiden, making him grimace in pain.

"Qilin, why don't you just go home?" Meanwhile, Xuan Wu, Qing Long, and Bai Hu all glared darkly at Nan Di.

"What did I do to you?" Nan Di glanced at the three.

"You've completely swept Zhu Que off her feet, you total jerk." Their faces darkened even more, and they nearly grabbed weapons.

"Hmm?" Nan Di had just started to speak when he suddenly turned his head, narrowing his eyes toward the distant haze.

It wasn't just him—Long Jie and the others, Xuan Wu and his group, as well as the Tian Ting cultivators, all turned to look in that direction.

They saw a section of the void shaking with a rumbling sound, thick demonic energy surging and rolling like an ocean, swallowing the sky and earth, darkening that entire part of the void.

"A major clan has been unsealed," Bei Sheng murmured.

"It must be the Yao Clan," Nan Di said, furrowing his brow.

"Just as Ye Chen said, the first clan to unseal is an enemy of Tian Ting," Long Jie said, taking a sharp breath.

On Yu Nu Peak, Ye Chen had already stood up, stepping on the immortal fire to ascend into the void. Though blind, he was still gazing in that direction.

The women stood behind him, at his side, their expressions cold. This hard-won warmth would be shattered by the Yao Clan's unsealing.

"Activate the barriers, full military alert," Ye Chen commanded, his mortal voice carrying authority, his words firm.

Immediately, Tian Ting's protective barriers activated, layer upon layer enveloping the immortal mountains of Tian Ting, guarding them securely.

Then came the attack formations, one after another lighting up, all supreme void killing arrays with overwhelming power.

Whether the barriers or the formations, they were all piled high with source stones to sustain their massive consumption.

Everyone donned armor, drew their killing swords, and gripped their war spears, as chilling killing intent surged forth.

They all knew a fierce battle was coming.

The Yao Clan, one of the ancient nine clans, was a colossal force in the ancient era, having produced great emperors and boasting an immortal lineage.

Most importantly, this clan possessed an emperor weapon, a world-destroying artifact. Once unleashed, it would create a scene of total devastation, likely bringing catastrophe.

Yet, this very clan was an adversary of Tian Ting. Now unsealed, they would surely seek to settle scores.

The Xuan Huang realm trembled, following the rumbling toward that direction.

"The first to unseal is actually the Yao Clan of the ancient nine clans," veteran cultivators stroked their beards, sighing endlessly.

"Tian Ting is in trouble; the Yao Clan has an ultimate emperor weapon."

"They might not dare to attack—who knows? Tian Ting is backed by Tian Xu, so the Yao Clan would have to think twice."

"It's unsealed, it's unsealed." In the Xi Mo Ling Mountains, Feng Xian was wildly excited, her usually compassionate face twisted into a sinister grin, terrifyingly fierce.

With the Yao Clan unsealed, the Feng Huang Clan would follow soon. She wouldn't have to hide in the spirit mountains anymore and could unleash her revenge unchecked.

Perhaps she wouldn't even need to wait for the Feng Huang Clan; the Yao Clan could wipe out Tian Ting. Only an emperor-level weapon could withstand another of the same caliber.

Clearly, Tian Ting had no such weapon. If the Yao Clan activated theirs, leveling Tian Ting wouldn't be difficult.

"Die! Die!" Feng Xian grew more excited at the thought, on the verge of madness, her face twisted in evil delight.

Though the battle hadn't started, she seemed to already see the mountains of corpses and seas of blood at Tian Ting—a scene that would be wonderfully gruesome.

Boom!

Under the watchful eyes of all, a vast and majestic immortal mountain settled in Zhongzhou, shaking the very earth.

That was the Yao Clan's immortal mountain, shrouded in demonic energy.

Even great masters couldn't see through it, for the Yao Clan had an emperor weapon, its emperor dao laws concealing all illusions.

The Yao Clan's immortal mountain stabilized, its formation incredibly grand. Amid the sea of demons, ancient visions intertwined and materialized.

It was truly a colossal entity, exuding emperor might that pressured the four seas and eight wastelands, making hearts tremble.

"Who killed my son?" An angry roar echoed from the immortal mountain, cold and authoritative, shaking the nine heavens.

These words came from the Yao Huang of the Yao Clan, his furious voice resounding through the world.

The Yuan Shen jade tablet of the Yao Clan divine child had shattered over a hundred years ago, proving the prince was dead.

At that time, the Yao Clan was helplessly sealed and couldn't return.

Now, with the seal lifted, as the Yao Huang, he would avenge his son, killing gods if they stood in his way.

People from all directions retreated, fearing to be caught in the Yao Clan's wrath.

"Who killed my son?" The Yao Huang stepped out of the immortal mountain, ruling over the nine heavens and overlooking all, like the king of the world. No one dared meet his demonic eyes.

His question went unanswered, for speaking up would provoke Tian Ting—who would court that disaster?

"They won't answer, but that doesn't mean no one will." Shouts rang out, numerous and tidal, from a dark mass of figures surging from the horizon.

Upon closer inspection, it was the army of Tai Qing Palace, Hua Hua Shen Chao, and Zhi Zun City. Learning of the Yao Clan's unsealing, they had returned, intent on allying to destroy Tian Ting.

As they spoke, the three forces arrived, all bowing to the Yao Huang. "It was Ye Chen and Tian Ting who killed the Yao Clan prince."