Chapter 1652: Divine Treasure

"A big gift?" Ye Chen's eyes immediately brightened with excitement. If Di Huang called it a big gift, it had to be something extraordinary.

"What is it?" Ye Chen rubbed his hands together, grinning eagerly.

"My Shen Zang," Di Huang smiled and slowly stood up.

"Shen Zang?" Hearing those two words, Ye Chen couldn't help but gasp, his heart pounding wildly in that instant.

"Ba Yuan's Sheng Ti bones, Chen Zhan's origin, Di Huang's Shen Zang." Ye Chen felt his body trembling with uncontainable excitement.

The three most astonishing Sheng Ti in the history of the heavens were truly defying the natural order!

As he spoke, Di Huang's palm pressed down on Ye Chen's head.

A vast realm of intent surged into Ye Chen's divine sea, like an endless ocean, surging and roaring without end.

Ye Chen's divine sea trembled violently, his head feeling as if it might explode, overwhelmed by agony. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes turned blood-red.

In a haze, he glimpsed numerous visions, as if the world was being created anew—lightning flashed and thunder roared, divine dragons coiled, phoenixes cried out, white tigers roared, and Xuanwu forged the path.

Chaos unfolded at the beginning, giving birth to all things, yet it evolved through destruction. Stars crumbled, the blazing sun collapsed, and rebirth emerged from ruin.

Ye Chen roared in pain, as if he were trapped in the midst of destruction, like a mere ant that could turn to ashes in an instant.

Ba Yuan's Sheng Ti bones hummed and vibrated; Chen Zhan's origin surged wildly; Di Huang's Shen Zang evolved in silence.

The three merged seamlessly without any resistance, fusing into one.

They wove together a powerful force, majestic as mountains and vast as the starry sky, ancient yet mysterious.

Cracking sounds of bones colliding echoed from within Ye Chen's body.

The forces of the three reshaped his Sheng Ti—his limbs, organs, meridians, every piece of Sheng Ti bone, and every drop of Sheng Ti blood underwent a perfect transformation.

A divine pattern etched itself into his forehead, unique to the Sheng Ti.

His Sheng Ti was enveloped in dazzling golden light, his eyes were golden pupils radiating divine glow, his hair was golden strands, each one shimmering with divinity, like a cascade of golden waterfalls.

His cultivation soared, approaching the level of a Sheng Ren.

He was just one stroke of fate away from returning to his former peak.

Everything would truly come to fruition with that fateful opportunity—advancing to the Ming Jiang divine position and crossing the Naihe Bridge once more.

Only then did Di Huang withdraw his hand, a smile on his face.

Ye Chen exhaled a turbid breath and stood up.

Golden vital energy surged powerfully, brimming with vitality and vigor.

In that moment, he had truly transformed into a complete Sheng Ti.

With Sheng Ti bones, origin, and Shen Zang all present—though from three different sources—they had fused perfectly, bound by the unique harmony of Sheng Ti.

"A complete Sheng Ti feels amazing." Ye Chen chuckled, stretching his body, his bones cracking with satisfying pops.

The surging power within him gave rise to an irresistible urge—to challenge a Sheng Wang. That was the might of the Sheng Ti.

No wonder Sheng Ti were unbeatable in their realm; this level of combat power utterly defied norms. A complete ancient Sheng Ti was indeed dominating.

"Shen Zang still requires you to comprehend it yourself. How much you grasp depends on your own destiny," Di Huang smiled warmly.

"Senior, you've given me your Shen Zang—what about you?"

"At my level, something like Shen Zang is neither necessary nor essential."

"That's good." Ye Chen laughed heartily, his earlier doubts vanishing. As long as it didn't affect Di Huang's strength, all was well.

He couldn't help but think of going to thank the Zhu Xian Sword.

Without the Zhu Xian Sword, he wouldn't have come to the underworld, wouldn't have fused with Ba Yuan's Sheng Ti bones, and certainly wouldn't have inherited Di Huang's Shen Zang.

Most importantly, he was supposed to die in three years, but the Zhu Xian Sword had both ended and saved him.

He wondered if the Zhu Xian Sword would be furious to learn this—one strike of its sword had created so many opportunities for Ye Chen.

Now, when he returned to the heavens, he'd have to continue his feud with it.

This time, though, he wouldn't be a half-formed Sheng Ti, but a complete one.

Who knows, he might even add a fully realized Sheng Ti to his side—yes, Di Huang, whose Dao extended through the underworld in a truly dominant way.

"I've answered your question. May I now resolve a doubt of mine?" Di Huang chuckled lightly, his words echoing mysteriously.

"Of course, I'll answer anything I know," Ye Chen replied with a smile.

"What is your relationship with Di Zun?"

"Sword God once said that I look exactly like the Xianwu Emperor," Ye Chen scratched his head. "That's the connection."

"I see," Di Huang smiled and asked no more.

"Then, when can I go and challenge the trials?"

"Wait until you become a Sheng Ren. Only then will you qualify. Go now! Meditate on the Shen Zang, and seek me out once you've achieved Sheng Ren status."

"Understood." Ye Chen bowed and turned to leave.

Di Huang ascended to the peak once more, standing silently, gazing at the stars.

At the base of the mountain, Ye Chen glanced back. Di Huang's silhouette was one of profound solitude, ancient and weathered, tinged with sorrow.

Ye Chen understood it well, knowing Di Huang's state of mind.

In ancient times, Di Huang had fallen in battle, and Yue Shang had attained the Dao and became emperor.

In the present era, Di Huang still lived, while the Donghua Emperor had long become a footnote in history, buried in the depths of time.

One before and one after, their paths diverged into eternity, leaving scars across the world.

The love between supreme beings could sometimes be more bitter than that of mortals.

Possessing endless lifespans, yet left only to guard the passing years.

On the other shore of the starry river, there was no beloved one, only ancient bonds.

If possible, Di Huang and the Donghua Emperor would rather have been an ordinary couple—working at dawn and resting at dusk.

For some reason, Ye Chen's thoughts turned to Zi Xuan.

Yue Shang's lingering soul had also loved Di Huang.

Sadly, she too had perished, and he had yet to find her. If she were still alive and knew Di Huang endured in the world, how joyful she would be.

All of this was the heavens' cruel jest, that invisible hand toying with the threads of fate, separating lovers across yin and yang.

Ye Chen sighed and silently turned toward Ghost City.

This trip had brought him immense fortune, enough to keep him elated for days.

At the summit of Jie Ming Peak, Di Huang watched Ye Chen's departing figure, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes holding deep meaning.

A gust of Yin Feng swept by, and a figure materialized beside him. Though he restrained his aura completely, it still shattered the surrounding space.

The newcomer was Ming Di, the ruler of the underworld, his imperial Dao laws overwhelmingly powerful, his extreme Dao emperor might disrupting all principles.

"Can you see any clues?" Ming Di also gazed at Ye Chen.

"At least eight great cycles of reincarnation veil his origins," Di Huang replied calmly. "He's more mysterious than I imagined."

"So, the final cycle of reincarnation reveals his true self," Ming Di chuckled You You. "Indeed, not simple at all."

The two supreme beings stood side by side, their eyes fixed on Ye Chen with profound intent.

This was an unparalleled honor—whoever caught the gaze of two such beings could stand proud across the four seas and eight wastelands.

Ye Chen made his way back to Ghost City and returned to the small garden.

In the garden, besides Kui Niu, Zhao Yun, and Qin Mengyao, there was now another person—a young man clad in purple-gold armor.

He was no ordinary figure—full of vigor and poise, his black hair stirring without wind, his vital energy overwhelmingly strong.

Especially his eyes, deep as the starry sky, occasionally flashing with divine light, sharp as a sword, making it hard to meet his gaze directly.

Ye Chen sized him up and quickly discerned his cultivation: a Sheng Ren-level expert, and moreover, a Ming Jiang.

Compared to the Gui Quan Ming Jiang he had defeated earlier, this one was on a completely different level.

Upon Ye Chen's arrival, the young man glanced at him casually before turning back to Qin Mengyao. "Stop this nonsense and come back with me."

"I'm not going back," Qin Mengyao huffed, puffing out her cheeks.

"Hey, who is this guy?" Ye Chen pulled Zhao Yun aside.

"This girl's brother—well, your rival in love. He's the Fei Long Ming Jiang under Chu Jiang Wang," Zhao Yun explained.

No sooner had he spoken than Qin Mengyao dragged Zhao Yun over. "See? This is the husband I found. We've already been married."

"We haven't been married! I don't even know you well," Zhao Yun protested loudly. "Don't just make up relatives!"

"Then I don't care. We've shared a bed—you have to take responsibility."

"Enough," Fei Long Ming Jiang said coldly, fixing his stare on Zhao Yun, his face darkening with the urge to fight.

Zhao Yun was indignant. On his honor, I really didn't sleep with your sister—I have no idea where she came from; she's just been following me.

The garden was thick with tension, on the verge of exploding into a brawl, regardless of whether it had happened or not—Fei Long Ming Jiang had already targeted Zhao Yun.

"If you're going to fight, take it outside. My little home here can't handle it," From a distance, Ye Chen remarked while sprinkling soul force on Kui Niu. Remember, this is my place.

His words only added fuel to the fire. Qin Mengyao poked Fei Long Ming Jiang. "Bro, that guy said you're not a good match for the Naihe Bridge deity and told you to step aside."

Ye Chen's mouth twitched. You little troublemaker, stirring up trouble like that!

Zhao Yun couldn't help but laugh. There's no way to pit someone like that.

Ye Chen was a quasi-Sheng Ren, sure, but his combat prowess was formidable. If it came to blows, the one getting beaten would definitely be your brother.

Sure enough, Qin Mengyao's words drew Fei Long Ming Jiang's attention. His eyes gleamed with sharp divine light as he looked over.

Well, the focus had shifted. Qin Mengyao pulled Zhao Yun and dashed off, throwing a mischievous grin at Ye Chen on the way.

"Why are you staring at me? Your sister ran off," Ye Chen said.

"Was it you who said those words?" Fei Long Ming Jiang replied coldly, his tone icy, his gaze even sharper.

"Honestly, you and the Naihe Bridge deity aren't a good match," Ye Chen shrugged, not backing down. If it came to a fight, he wasn't afraid.

He had been itching to deal with this guy anyway. Bring it on—I'm not scared of a Sheng Ren. Is Fei Long Ming Jiang that impressive?

"Good, very good," Fei Long Ming Jiang sneered, reaching out to grab him, intending to suppress Ye Chen with a single palm.

Ye Chen tsked and dodged instantly, stepping out of the garden. "If you want to fight, come out and do it properly. I won't go easy on you."

"Overestimating yourself," Fei Long Ming Jiang followed, lightning coiling around his body, distorting the void space.

Ye Chen flew out of the city and found a spacious area outside, standing firm and cracking his neck.

Fei Long Ming Jiang arrived shortly after, planting his foot and shattering the virtual sky, his powerful aura making the void rumble.