Chapter 1663: Swallowed by the Sea of Sin

Chapter 1663: Being Swallowed by Nie Hai

On his journey through the heavens, Ye Chen arrived at Nie Hai once again.

Even though he had become a Saint, Nie Hai still imposed tremendous pressure on him.

The karmic ties that even the Ming Emperor could not eradicate, and which the Ten Temple Yan Luo dared not easily enter, were terrifying beyond imagination.

This was a place of great evil, where few dared to come and earn Gong De. Only someone like him, a heaven-defying evildoer, would dare to wander recklessly along the edges.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Gong De, Quasi-Saint level evil dragons—one hundred would suffice; Saint level evil dragons—twenty would do."

Ye Chen roughly estimated that it wasn't as difficult as he had thought. With his combat power, earning the Gong De needed for a Ming Jiang was straightforward.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his storage bag and stepped onto the beach.

Then, at the boundary between Nie Hai and the beach, he flew along while scattering Zhao Long San, emptying an entire sack.

If anyone else saw his actions, they would surely be shaken to the core.

After all, the evil dragons in Nie Hai were extremely ferocious—a single misstep could lead to being devoured. People typically attracted them one at a time.

But he went all out, dumping an entire sack at once, which would draw out not just one, but many.

If his luck was bad, he might summon Quasi-Saint King evil dragons or even Saint King level ones, and the outcome would be disastrous.

However, that was just his nature. Having advanced to Saint and activated his Ba Ti, his combat power was more than enough to take on a group.

Being bold came with the confidence; there was no other way—he was just that reckless.

Soon, Nie Hai grew restless, with rolling yin fog surging forth.

Violent dragon roars echoed as nine evil dragons burst out, all at the Quasi-Saint level.

Each was enormous, coiling like mountains; in their eyes, Ye Chen was no more than a tiny insect.

"Whether you're a dragon or a worm, get down on your knees for me."

Ye Chen roared, striding across the void to charge head-on. He slashed out a sword that carved an immortal river, splitting the heavens.

The leading evil dragon was the unluckiest; it had just spat out lightning when its head was severed, killed in a single strike.

The other eight didn't fare much better. At the Quasi-Saint level, none could withstand Ye Chen's assault and were wiped out by his sword.

"Nine hundred Gong De obtained." Ye Chen glanced at his Gong De book; the figure nine hundred was clear, along with nine lines of text.

At this pace, he wouldn't need half a day to earn enough Gong De for a Ming Jiang—that was the benefit of superior combat power.

Without any delay, Ye Chen pulled out another sack of Zhao Long San and flew along, scattering it while howling and acting recklessly.

As the Zhao Long San was scattered, the edges of Nie Hai were once again ravaged by yin fog.

Nine massive creatures roared out, and among them was a Saint level evil dragon, far larger than the Quasi-Saint ones.

It roared the loudest, its colossal dragon body crushing the void, spewing flames and shooting thunder from its eyes—it was incredibly ferocious.

Ye Chen couldn't tolerate that sort of thing. He took a step to shrink the ground into inches, charging to the top of the Saint evil dragon's head. Gripping his sword with both hands, he stabbed straight down.

The Saint evil dragon's skull was pierced, black blood spraying out.

With a miserable howl, it knelt on the spot and dissolved into karmic yin fog, its soul returning to the heavens in a spectacular mess.

With the Saint level evil dragon defeated, the other Quasi-Saint evil dragons couldn't make any waves and were exterminated in groups.

Ye Chen didn't even bother checking his Gong De book; he grabbed the Zhao Long San and kept scattering.

The evil dragons were obliging—as soon as the Zhao Long San was spread, one after another emerged. Their dragon eyes were massive, filled with violence and bloodlust, mouths gaping wide as they spat lightning, fiercely aggressive.

They were ferocious, but Ye Chen was even more so, not bothering to defend.

With absolute combat suppression, this was a one-sided slaughter. As long as no Saint King level evil dragons appeared, the rest were mere small fry.

From afar, the scene was utterly chaotic. Ye Chen, whose figure was as small as an ant, was beating the evil dragons so they couldn't even lift their heads.

In the distance, some figures descended: two Gui Wang and an old Ming Jiang, a team also here to earn Gong De.

When they saw Ye Chen, all three swallowed hard.

People usually formed teams to gang up on a single evil dragon, but this one was taking on a whole group alone, slaughtering them like cutting watermelons.

"Is that Ye Chen?"

"Who else could it be?" the old Ming Jiang sighed.

"In the entire Ming Jie, among Saint level juniors, only he dares to fight evil dragons like this. What a heaven-defying evildoer."

The three chatted back and forth, speaking while their hearts raced.

Seeing Ye Chen reminded them of half a month ago.

Under the Nine Temple Yan Luo, a full seventy-two Ming Jiang were killed by Ye Chen, left crying and howling, with nearly fifty meeting a gruesome end.

As for those who barely escaped, they were still whining on their sickbeds, and it was said they had been stripped of their divine positions by the various Yan Luo.

That battle was truly lawless; the Saint Body had forged a legendary reputation, and his name had become a nightmare for an entire generation.

For such a ruthless figure, the evil dragons in Nie Hai were no match—earning Gong De here was a trivial matter for him.

"Probably killed too many Ming Jiang, so his Gong De was deducted completely."

"But with his strength, earning Gong De is like drinking water—becoming a Ming Jiang is just a matter of time." One Gui Wang sighed.

"Comparing people is just depressing!" The old Ming Jiang rubbed his brow.

They were all Saints, but he was several hundred years older than Ye Chen.

Back in the day, when they earned Gong De, it had been incredibly tough—just to become a Ming Jiang had taken a full eight hundred years.

But for Ye Chen, it was one sword per foe, with Gong De increasing by hundreds at a time—it could drive someone mad with envy.

The two Gui Wang also coughed awkwardly, their expressions conflicted. They were all operating in Ming Jie; one look at him and then at themselves, and it was embarrassing.

While the three were talking, Ye Chen slew another evil dragon. He picked up his wine pot and gulped it down, acting like a wild beast.

Glancing at his Gong De, in just a short time, it had already surpassed four thousand—he had earned more than half of what was needed for a Ming Jiang.

"Again." Ye Chen threw away the wine pot, took out the Zhao Long San, and dashed toward the edge of Nie Hai, full of determination.

However, just as he arrived and hadn't had time to scatter the Zhao Long San, Nie Hai erupted, with massive waves surging.

Ye Chen wasn't paying attention and was swallowed by the waves—or more accurately, he plunged straight in.

"My god! The Saint Body actually charged into Nie Hai on his own." The two Gui Wang in the distance exclaimed.

"That's too reckless." The old Ming Jiang frowned.

He had lived longer than Ye Chen and understood Nie Hai better—one could wander the edges, but entering it was suicide.

The evil dragons on the edge of Nie Hai were already so ferocious; inside, a Saint could be devoured without a trace.

Nie Hai was full of karmic ties that eroded the primordial spirit, and it teemed with countless evil dragons, their levels far beyond imagination.

Now that Ye Chen had rashly entered, the consequences were unthinkable.

In Nie Hai, Ye Chen stabilized himself and scanned his surroundings.

All he could see was misty yin fog.

Underfoot, the waves raged, the Nie Hai waters pitch black. If you looked closely, you could see fierce ghosts struggling.

Miserable howls echoed endlessly, carrying a mind-bewitching demonic power. Even with his resolve, his mind nearly faltered.

Vaguely, a force was eroding his primordial spirit—that was the karmic ties, formless and mysterious.

Precisely because of the karmic ties, the space in Nie Hai was chaotic.

He had clearly been pulled in from the edge, but now he was far from the beach, deep in the heart of Nie Hai.

Even his divine sense was blocked by the karmic ties; he couldn't tell which way led out and had no sense of direction.

"This isn't fun at all." He frowned deeply, his face extremely grim—this sudden turn of events had caught him off guard.

"Could it be that I killed too many evil dragons this time? Targeted by the karmic ties of Nie Hai, that's why I was swallowed in?"

"What nonsense—just trying to earn some Gong De, and all this trouble."

Ye Chen cursed inwardly. With a thought, he summoned a set of armor, wrapping his body, and activated various protections.

This was Nie Hai, fraught with dangers. As a Saint level cultivator, he could die at any moment—it was nothing like the outside.

Sure enough, from the Nie Hai below, fierce ghosts crawled out, their faces hideous as they extended claws to drag him under.

Ye Chen snorted coldly and swept his sword horizontally, exterminating groups of fierce ghosts.

The ghosts howled miserably, provoking dragon roars from all sides. Yin fog rolled as evil dragons pounced, numerous and not of low level.

Ye Chen wielded his sword, constantly pointing to the four directions, using the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Sect—a perfect group attack technique for this situation.

One by one, evil dragons were struck, their bodies bloody, yet they still charged, mouths wide open as they sprayed lightning and flames.

Ye Chen's expression was ice-cold as he parted the yin fog and launched his assault.

Fortunately, the attacking evil dragons were at most Quasi-Saint King level—there were no Saint King level or higher, or it would have been troublesome.

One by one, evil dragons were slain, their black blood flowing into the dark Nie Hai, where the fierce ghosts scrambled to devour it.

Due to his killing spree, more and more evil dragons roared in.

Ye Chen went all out, instantly activating his Ba Ti as he fought his way through.

His Gong De rapidly climbed, directly approaching the Ming Jiang threshold.

At some point, the words "Ming Jiang" faintly appeared above his head, indicating his Gong De had met the requirement.

However, he had no time to worry about that now.

The most pressing matter was to escape Nie Hai; otherwise, he might perish here, and no amount of Gong De would matter.

What frustrated him was that the space in Nie Hai was chaotic, his divine sense blocked, and he couldn't find the way out—like a headless fly.

If this kept up, not even his Ba Ti, let alone a bloodline limit state, could sustain him—the evil dragons were too numerous.

"Di Huang predecessor, can you see this?" Ye Chen roared in his heart, hoping Di Huang would lend a hand to get him out.

His call went unanswered; instead, it drew even more evil dragons, including many Quasi-Saint King levels, all massive.

In the vast Nie Hai, yin fog shrouded everything, waves surged, and evil dragons materialized one after another, bearing karmic ties.

"I'll take my chances." Ye Chen gritted his teeth, picked a direction, and charged with all his might, hoping it was the way out.

He wanted to, but the evil dragons wouldn't allow it—they surged forward, determined to bury him in Nie Hai, wave after wave.

"Get lost." Ye Chen roared, wildly swinging his killing sword. He activated chaotic phenomena and unleashed secret techniques and divine abilities one after another.

Though the evil dragons were many, he was fiercer still, simply fighting for his life—this wasn't a good place, and he might end up buried here.