Chapter 1603: City of No Tears

Chapter 1603: Wu Lei Zhi Cheng

In the vast starry sky, stars shimmered like dust, each one dazzling and radiant.

Strands of flowing sand intertwined and drifted through the cosmos.

Its origin was unknown, and its destination was equally mysterious, carrying ancient starlight toward distant eras, never ceasing.

In a misty depths, Wu Lei Zhi Cheng hovered quietly, like a graceful fairy standing on rippling waves, pure and flawless.

It was incredibly beautiful, dreamlike and illusory, with every inch of its walls bathed in immortal glow, crystalline and vibrant with colors.

Various phenomena appeared faintly, outlining mysterious scenes, accompanied by the melodious tunes of the Nine Heavens, leaving hearts in a trance.

Countless cultivators gathered, standing on nearby ancient stars or floating in the starfield, their numbers vast like an ocean.

Despite the crowd, no one dared to approach, keeping a safe distance, all because Wu Lei Zhi Cheng was too ethereal and its pressure overwhelmingly strong.

"According to the elders, this immortal city is quite strange," someone said with hands clasped. "The women inside never shed tears."

"It's right in front of us, yet it feels more distant than a dream."

"I really want to go in and see," many female cultivators murmured softly. "Wu Lei Zhi Cheng must be a pure paradise on earth."

"Look, the city gate is opening," someone shouted.

Everyone turned their gaze to the gate of Wu Lei Zhi Cheng. Even before it fully opened, an ancient aura spread across the heavens.

Through the gate, they could glimpse the scenes inside.

It was truly a pure land, with elegant peaks shrouded in mist, like sheer veils wrapping around a beauty fresh from a bath.

Vibrant flower petals reflected in the water, hazy and serene, like a crystal world, a verdant dream.

Inside, radiant lights burst forth, with pale moonlight veiled in gauze, graceful figures swaying, stirring the fairies' long hair and the observers' hearts.

As everyone stared in astonishment, an immortal bridge extended from the city.

It was called Nai He Bridge, ancient and profound, its railings woven from vines with buds slowly blooming into vibrant red flowers.

From afar, the bridge looked like a rainbow arching across the stars, adding a splash of brilliance to the deep universe.

Under the watchful eyes of all, a woman stepped onto Nai He Bridge.

She was Wu Lei Xianzi, veiled in plain cloth, moving with lotus-like grace, like a banished immortal untouched by mortal affairs or worldly dust.

A hundred years ago, she had emerged from Wu Lei Zhi Cheng and descended to Xi Mo, cultivating in Nian Ci An. Now, after a century, she was returning to Wu Lei.

Her eyes remained as indifferent as ever, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if nothing in the world could ripple her heart.

"I can't make out her face! What does she look like?" someone in the crowd exclaimed, craning his neck while holding a black gold iron staff, his fiery eyes gleaming—this was none other than Xiao Yuan Huang.

"Based on my years of experience, anyone who wears a veil is a beauty," Kui Niu said meaningfully from his side.

"Boss, I want to go for her. Can you handle that?" Da Di Wu Xiong rubbed his bear paws, grinning widely.

"I want to too—go at it for a month straight without stopping. But the problem is, I don't dare!" Kui Niu replied, tucking his hands away.

"Who are these three jokers?" the surrounding cultivators glanced at the trio, thinking they had seen shamelessness before, but never like this.

"Come on, stand back. Don't get too close to these three lowlifes; it's embarrassing." Wu Zu Shen Zi waved his hand and stepped back.

Without him saying so, Long Jie, Ling Zu Shen Nu, Nan Di, and Bei Sheng had already deliberately distanced themselves, acting as if they didn't know these three scoundrels.

The group had banded together again, hearing that Wu Lei Zhi Cheng had appeared in this star domain, rushing over to wherever the excitement was.

"Hey? Someone else is going up." Xiao Yuan Huang called out, pointing his furry claw toward Nai He Bridge.

Everyone looked over, and indeed, after Wu Lei Xianzi, another person followed.

It was a young man in white robes with white hair, carrying an immortal sword on his back, his eyes like stars and his long hair like a waterfall, resembling a divine king.

"Yun Fei Yang," Bei Sheng murmured, his expression surprised.

"What? You know him?" the others asked, turning to him.

"He's an unparalleled prodigy from Hun Tian Star Domain, a Quasi-Saint King at just three hundred years old," Bei Sheng explained. "He's slain more than one Saint King."

"That's impressive," the others exclaimed in astonishment, clicking their tongues in awe.

"Xianzi, please wait," Yun Fei Yang called out as the group spoke.

He stepped onto Nai He Bridge, his expression hopeful and full of warmth, his voice hoarse. "Will you give me a chance?"

"Wu Lei means without emotion," Wu Lei Xianzi replied coldly, her steps unwavering as she walked toward Wu Lei Zhi Cheng.

"I don't believe it." Yun Fei Yang shouted hoarsely, quickening his pace.

However, after just three or five steps, he suddenly knelt with a thud, spitting out fresh blood, his face turning pale.

The onlookers frowned, unsure of what had happened. "Could it be that the magnificent Nai He Bridge has powerful restrictions?"

"It seems likely," an elder cultivator stroked his beard. "Perhaps only those on the bridge are suppressed."

"I don't believe it." Yun Fei Yang roared, his eyes bloodshot, forcing himself up against the invisible pressure, his legs trembling as he struggled forward, his gaze full of determination.

Wu Lei Xianzi said nothing, neither turning back nor stopping.

Yun Fei Yang's condition grew dire; with every step, he vomited blood.

Even from a distance, the onlookers could almost hear the sound of bones cracking inside him, his divine body splitting open.

Blood sprayed everywhere, a gruesome sight that shocked all who watched.

In the end, his upright body collapsed, and he could no longer rise, his eyes dimming and his breath fading.

On the bridge, laughter echoed from him, filled with sorrow, tears of blood streaming down his face.

He turned into a wisp of ash, his soul scattering on Nai He Bridge, leaving only his laughter echoing in the stars.

Until his death, Wu Lei Xianzi never paused, not even to glance back, turning his hopes into despair.

Sighs echoed from all directions—a promising talent, a future giant, gone in an instant, how could it not be regrettable?

"Yang Er!" The silence was finally broken by a hoarse cry, an aged voice coming from the distant stars.

Before the words faded, an elder arrived—it was the ancestor of the Yun family, a powerful Quasi-Emperor whose aura shook the heavens.

But he was too late; all he could see on Nai He Bridge was a bloodstained robe, belonging to his grandson, Yun Fei Yang.

The Yun family ancestor trembled violently, his turbid eyes welling with hot tears, his already aged form becoming even more withered in an instant.

Such worldly sorrows, especially a white-haired elder burying a black-haired youth, were the hardest to bear, a pain that tore at the heart.

"Death cannot be reversed; my friend, please grieve," another elder Quasi-Emperor said, unable to watch, offering comfort.

"Return Yang Er's life to me!" the Yun family ancestor thundered, summoning his Quasi-Emperor sword and slashing out a brilliant immortal river toward Wu Lei Zhi Cheng.

This peak Quasi-Emperor strike was devastating, capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Yet, though the ancestor's sword was dominating, it did not shake Wu Lei Zhi Cheng in the slightest, not even leaving a mark.

Instead, he was flung back, his body shattering before he could steady himself, his primordial spirit scattering as well.

"Hiss!" Shock rippled through the surroundings, with everyone drawing in a sharp breath.

"Damn, that's a Quasi-Emperor level!" Xiao Yuan Huang smacked his lips.

"Not even seeing Wu Lei Zhi Cheng attack, and a Quasi-Emperor is wiped out—just too incredible!" Kui Niu stared in stunned amazement.

"Grandpa wasn't kidding," Xiao Jiu Xian said, her face pale. "Wu Lei Zhi Cheng is stronger than the forbidden zones."

"Could there be a Great Emperor inside Wu Lei Zhi Cheng?"

Uproar spread through the stars, with many feeling a chill in their hearts and retreating, fearing any backlash from Wu Lei Zhi Cheng.

Wu Lei Zhi Cheng remained dreamlike and illusory, unaffected by the commotion.

Amid the noise, another person stepped onto Nai He Bridge.

This time, it was an elder with turbid eyes and white hair.

Upon closer inspection, he was the old man who sold wine near Nian Ci An—a genuine Quasi-Emperor level cultivator.

As he stepped on, all the cultivators around lifted their heads to watch.

Nai He Bridge was mysterious; it had obliterated a Quasi-Saint King, and everyone wondered if a Quasi-Emperor could reach the end.

At Heng Yue Sect's Jade Nu Peak, all phenomena had gradually dissipated.

Ye Chen opened his eyes, his clear gaze now even more extraordinary, encompassing the heavens and earth, with endless Dao principles evolving within.

"What a stroke of fortune," Ye Chen smiled, having seized an opportunity.

"You're awake," Dong Huang Tai Xin manifested, her voice ethereal.

"You're quite the elusive one," Ye Chen said, stretching lazily as he stood up, the sound of bones cracking echoing from his body.

"Wu Lei Zhi Cheng... has arrived," Dong Huang Tai Xin said softly.

At these words, Ye Chen, who was still stretching, froze, his eyes locking onto Dong Huang Tai Xin, his body tensing, afraid he had misheard.

"You heard right; that immortal city has reappeared in the mortal world," Dong Huang Tai Xin said gently, her tone certain.

"Quick, take me there," Ye Chen stammered in his urgency, unable to suppress his excitement, his heart pounding as if it might burst.

"I will take you, but there's something I need to make clear," Dong Huang Tai Xin said softly. "This time, Da Chu cannot provide any assistance. You'll have to rely on yourself."

"I really want to know the true origin of Wu Lei Zhi Cheng," Ye Chen said, eyes straight ahead, seeking a precise answer.

"I can only tell you, it does not belong to the myriad domains of the heavens."

"Then may I assume that Wu Lei Zhi Cheng belongs to the Heavenly Realm or the Underworld?" Ye Chen asked tentatively.

"It is not within the Three Realms," Dong Huang Tai Xin's voice was faint. "Its mystery is no less than that of the Five Forbidden Zones of Xuan Huang. Even Xian Wu Di Zun and all previous Great Emperors of Xuan Huang have left imperial decrees: Do not provoke the Five Forbidden Zones, and do not disturb Wu Lei Zhi Cheng."

Ye Chen frowned; this was a secret he was hearing for the first time.

"The ultimate Dao weapons cannot leave Da Chu, and even with nine of them, Da Chu is no match for Wu Lei Zhi Cheng. I'm sorry, but Da Chu has its own mission. If you wish to save Chu Xuan or Chu Ling, you must cross Nai He Bridge yourself—success means ascending to the immortal palace; failure means descending to the Yellow Springs of Jiu You."

"I understand," Ye Chen said with a slight smile, forcing out the Xuan Yuan Sword from his body—it was an imperial weapon that needed to guard Da Chu.

"You still have a choice," Dong Huang Tai Xin said.

"Now, what do I have to fear?" Ye Chen laughed carefree, lifting his foot and stepping into the sky.