Chapter 1720: Wherever He Goes, It Burns

"Rest well, don't think too much," Ye Chen said with a smile.

"Thank you." Zi Xuan's voice choked, tears falling once more, blurring her beautiful eyes. Even as the remnant soul of an empress, she could cry.

From her past life to this one, she felt true gratitude toward Ye Chen.

He was a man who forged myths, carrying glory, yet burdened by a heavy mission, enduring endless hardships on his dusty path.

This junior was even more astonishing than the former Di Huang.

Ye Chen smiled, turned, and took Chu Ling's hand.

There were definitely more reincarnations to find in the Ling Jie, and he would continue this mission until his dying breath.

This time, he wasn't alone; Chu Ling was with him every step of the way.

Bai Zhi was quite perceptive. With a gentle wave of her hand, her Emperor Weapon flew out and merged into Ye Chen's body, providing some security.

Ye Chen didn't refuse; after all, there might be some troublemakers around.

Behind them, Zi Xuan wiped away her tears again and quietly gazed at the vast sky, as if she could see through the endless void to Di Huang's figure.

Di Huang was indeed there, standing silently at the peak of the Jie Ming Mountain.

Their gaze across the two realms spanned eternity, filled with the weariness of time. In that instant, his deep eyes grew hazy.

Looking at Zi Xuan was like looking at the former Donghua Empress.

Oh, time! So long had passed, through seas turning to fields, and now seeing the face of the Donghua Empress again made him suddenly want to weep.

But she was not the empress, nor could she represent her.

Bai Zhi fell silent, confirming that her master was watching, and she sighed.

In ancient times, he had died while she lived; now, eons later, he lived while she had faded into silence—a mistake that lasted forever.

The love of supreme beings was full of wounds and regrets.

Di Huang smiled, tears in his eyes. Even as a supreme being, he had emotions, and only the Donghua Empress could stir his heart.

At his side, Ming Di was also watching, looking at Zi Xuan and clearing his throat.

As a supreme-level emperor, this one felt a bit guilty.

In some long-ago year, he had been here, watching Di Huang and the Donghua Empress doing what couples do.

He still kept that scene in his mind and would revisit it from time to time.

Though Zi Xuan was clothed, in his eyes, it was as if she were bare—the Donghua Empress's form was absolutely perfect.

He wondered what Di Huang's reaction would be if he knew.

A fight was inevitable, and beating Ming Di half to death was a given. After all, he was an emperor—did he have no shame?

By now, Ye Chen and Chu Ling had left the immortal mountain and stepped into the void.

The mountains and rivers were magnificent, wrapped in swirling mists, with a splendid landscape.

Ye Chen wore simple robes, strands of white hair swaying in the wind. He emitted no aura of a cultivator, his demeanor relaxed, like an ordinary person.

His white clothes and white hair perfectly embodied the essence of an immortal hermit.

Chu Ling transformed into male attire, her stunning features making her incredibly handsome—so much so that it was dazzling.

Ye Chen couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement; without comparison, there was no harm.

The current Chu Ling looked exactly like the past Chu Xuan in male disguise, the only difference being their temperaments.

As twin sisters, the elder was dignified, while the younger was lively.

Ye Chen could already envision returning to the Zhu Tian, holding one in each arm—that feeling would be absolutely wonderful, and just thinking about it made his heart itch.

In the distance, an ancient city came into view, grand and imposing.

The two descended from the sky, and Ye Chen instinctively used a secret technique to conceal his true appearance.

As a major figure, everyone knew him, and he wanted to avoid trouble.

The ancient city was bustling; as soon as they entered, they heard calls from vendors, with stalls everywhere and crowds milling about, showcasing the vibrancy of the world.

"You just came out of seclusion, right? Let me tell you about a big event—from a few days ago, the Huo Feng Clan was wiped out."

"The Huo Feng Clan was destroyed? How is that possible? Who did it?"

"Ye Chen—yeah, the one from the Zhu Tian. He slaughtered two emperors in one lifetime. You heard that right; that guy is still alive."

"This is really unheard of—did I miss the show?"

The lively streets always had those chatty types, gathered in taverns and teahouses, spitting as they talked.

The listeners were mostly those who had just emerged from seclusion.

Having missed the excitement, they felt frustrated and could only perk up their ears to hear the stories, even paying for drinks in the process.

"You really go wherever there's fire!" Chu Ling sighed.

"Keep it low-key." Ye Chen smoothed his hair, his words full of meaning, his aura gradually becoming more refined.

"Give you a ladder, and you'll climb to the sky?" Chu Ling glanced at him.

"I can climb into bed." Ye Chen chuckled lewdly, completely ruining his good demeanor.

Chu Ling ignored him; if she kept going, she'd just get teased more.

Ye Chen didn't mind and walked on, constantly calculating along the way.

The two attracted quite a bit of attention—more precisely, Chu Ling did. As a handsome figure, she drew many admiring glances from women.

"Why not hook up a few for me?" Ye Chen said with a grin.

"I'm just picking some out for you." Chu Ling blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled sweetly, but her smile seemed a bit sinister no matter how you looked at it.

"How thoughtful." Ye Chen said, pulling Chu Ling along as they stepped out of the ancient city. Though the city was large, there were no reincarnations here.

The two left quickly and headed straight to the next one.

From then on, they searched city after city, not lingering long, like hurried travelers in the dust.

Regrettably, after checking over a dozen ancient cities, they found none.

Now in the void, Ye Chen held a map, marking crosses on the cities they had searched.

The routes were clear; each was a gathering place for cultivators, without exception.

As for the map, it was taken from the Huo Feng Clan.

The cultivator world was vast, making maps all the more valuable. Even the most skilled could get lost, so having a map was the most reliable.

"In the Zhu Tian, did you search star domain by star domain like this?" Chu Ling glanced at the map and asked Ye Chen.

"I have to say, the Zhu Tian is truly enormous." Ye Chen sighed with a smile. "In three hundred years, I haven't even covered one ten-thousandth of it."

"Was it hard doing it alone?" Chu Ling asked tenderly.

"Not too bad." Ye Chen shrugged. Over the past three hundred years, through wind and dust, in solitude, he had grown accustomed to it.

Chu Ling bit her lip, feeling even more heartbroken. She could imagine the scene.

He should have been in his prime, yet his hair had turned white young. That damned time had carved him full of scars.

"These cherry lips of yours are so pretty—mind if I borrow them tonight?" While Chu Ling felt sorry, Ye Chen grinned mischievously and rubbed his hands.

"You're at it again." Chu Ling pinched Ye Chen hard.

"Hmm?" Ye Chen started to speak but stopped, because layers of light were spreading from Chu Ling's lower abdomen.

Chu Ling noticed too and looked inward at her body, toward the little baby.

The little one was plump and pink, still sleeping soundly, but her small body was emitting a glow—the light was coming from her.

"Another nirvana?" Ye Chen was stunned, his expression odd.

"Has she nirvana'd before?" Chu Ling asked in surprise.

"No, it's not nirvana." Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, his expression growing more interesting as he watched.

The little baby wasn't undergoing nirvana; her cultivation was advancing.

Before even being born, her realm had advanced to the Ren Yuan Realm, breaking through all the way to the Zhen Yang Realm.

"Building up for a breakthrough?" Ye Chen frowned, murmuring to himself.

In the womb for three hundred years, nourished by her mother and crossing two realms, three hundred years of accumulation exploded in a single day.

"This is possible?" Chu Ling's mouth fell open. As the mother, her expression was the most dramatic. This little one had become a prodigy!

"She can't keep advancing; it'll consume your essence and harm your dao roots." Ye Chen frowned.

"Let her take a bit; it's fine." Chu Ling said softly with a smile.

"I care more about you than her." Ye Chen acted immediately, forming seals in his palm with runes flowing.

Chu Ling's heart trembled as she watched the serious Ye Chen, not knowing whether to feel touched or worried about the child.

Ye Chen reached out and gently pressed her lower abdomen.

The seal was placed on the little baby. Still advancing, she was completely sealed, and the glow faded.

"Will this affect her future path?" Chu Ling asked.

"Not at all." Ye Chen smiled. "It's just hibernation. Once we return to the Zhu Tian, everything will be as good as new."

"That's a relief." Chu Ling smiled faintly and sighed in relief.

"No time like the present—your cultivation has reached a bottleneck because of that little one. Break through now!" Ye Chen said with a laugh.

"I'm about to face heavenly tribulation." Chu Ling chuckled and ascended into the sky.

Once in the ninth heaven, she steadied herself, standing gracefully like a celestial maiden, untouched by worldly dust, pure and flawless.

She slightly closed her eyes, then suddenly opened them.

A halo spread from her center in all directions, carrying the pressure of a Quasi-Saint King and making space tremble.

The vast sky shook, winds howled, and dark clouds gathered with lightning flashing and thunder roaring. The will of the heavens was overwhelmingly powerful.

The deep night sky, with its brilliant stars, was engulfed by the dark clouds, turning the already dim world into utter darkness.

Ye Chen found a mountain peak and stood like a monument, guarding Chu Ling. If anyone dared interfere, he wouldn't hold back.

As he spoke, thunder began to fall from the ethereal void.

Chu Ling looked solemn, stepping upward and thrusting her crystalline jade hand forward, infused with dao principles, returning to pure simplicity as she struck at the heavens.

Though the thunder was terrifying, it couldn't escape her palm's destruction.

Her defiance enraged the heavens, bringing down even more lightning.

Looking out, the sky was filled with thunderbolts intertwining, along with destructive visions—it was an absolutely fearsome divine punishment.

That stretch of sky turned chaotic, covered entirely by lightning.

Chu Ling was surrounded by immortal light, fearless as she charged against the heavens.

This exceptional woman, like a peerless queen, fought her way up, and the endless thunder couldn't block her path.

Indeed, she resented the heavens for tormenting Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was defying the heavens, and as his wife, she wouldn't fall behind. The legendary phrase "husband and wife in harmony" described them perfectly.

"I underestimated you." Ye Chen smiled, a bit surprised.

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly toward the opposite mountain peak, where a black-robed figure had appeared, his aura concealed.

He had likely been drawn by the heavenly tribulation and came to observe.

That person was at the Quasi-Emperor level, hidden well but not escaping Ye Chen's eyes—he was on par with the old ancestor of the Qing Luan Clan.

"It's best to behave and not cause trouble." Ye Chen cracked his neck, brewing a lethal strike, ready to act at any moment.