Chapter 1724: You Think?

The vast sea churned, the universe trembled, and in the dim light, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Silhouettes filled the sky, crowding the heavens and covering the earth, with pairs of dazzling eyes all gazing at the chaotic world.

In the east, Qin Guang Wang and Chu Jiang Wang joined forces, battling the silver-robed Zhundi. Immortal techniques erupted one after another, chaining endlessly.

Though the silver-robed Zhundi was powerful, he could not withstand the two Yanluo kings.

After just ten exchanges, blood stained the heavens, and the Zhundi's body exploded, scattering bones across the sky, each drop strikingly vivid.

"Do you really want to fight to the death?"

The silver-robed Zhundi roared ferociously, his body regenerating, his eyes blood-red and filled with savage malice.

"What do you think?"

Qin Guang Wang shouted resoundingly, swinging his arm to summon the Jiu You Ming River, which engulfed the silver-robed Zhundi.

The Ming River was eerie and oppressive, devouring the heavens and earth, obscuring the stars.

This was Qin Guang Wang's Dao manifestation, infused with his Dao principles, capable of devouring magical power and inscribed with Yuan Shen seals to imprison the true body.

The silver-robed Zhundi's expression changed, his vital energy surging as he charged through the Ming River, slashing with a sword to break free and flee toward the nine heavens.

"Can you escape?"

Chu Jiang Wang snorted coldly, blocking his path, his palm like a divine blade, nearly splitting the silver-robed Zhundi in two.

The man was enraged, his eyes wild with madness as he activated his forbidden technique.

His silver hair turned strand by strand to blood-red, a divine pattern etched on his forehead, his killing Dao laws disrupting yin and yang, overturning the principles.

This one's combat prowess was indeed formidable, his Zhundi aura vast and mighty, space shattering inch by inch, intertwined with destructive manifestations.

"You have it, and we do too."

The two Yanluo kings roared.

The Yanluo kings under the emperor's seat could not tolerate anyone showing off. The silver-robed Zhundi's forbidden art was domineering, but theirs was equally ferocious.

Thus, the silver-robed Zhundi managed to show off for only three seconds before being struck down again. Facing two against one, he was at an absolute disadvantage.

The scene was incredibly bloody, making the onlookers' hearts race with shock.

In the south, Song Di Wang and Wu Guan Wang battled the black-robed Zhundi.

Though this one was not as strong as the silver-robed Zhundi, his evasion skills were exceptional, darting chaotically through the air, making him hard to pin down.

However, Song Di Wang Wang and Wu Guan Wang were no pushovers. Every time the black-robed Zhundi tried to flee, they blocked him.

"Who exactly are you?"

The black-robed Zhundi roared in fury, his eyes filled with blood vessels, completely red, grinding his teeth in frustration.

Even in the midst of battle, he still did not know who his opponents were. If he was to be destroyed, at least he wanted to die knowing, as fighting like this was unbearably stifling.

Song Di Wang and Wu Guan Wang ignored him and charged in to attack.

In the west, Ping Deng Wang and Yan Luo Wang fought the white-robed Zhundi.

The man's pristine robes were stained red with fresh blood, his life force tenacious, his divine body exploding repeatedly only to regenerate each time.

In the north, Du Shi Wang and Tai Shan Wang suppressed the gold-robed Zhundi.

The remaining purple-robed Zhundi was in the worst state, chased madly by Zhuan Lun Wang and Bian Cheng Wang, desperately fleeing into the vast sea.

Du Shi Wang and Tai Shan Wang would not let it go, pursuing him inside.

Soon after, massive waves surged in the vast sea, roiling violently.

Fifteen Zhundi engaged in a massive brawl, the scene grand and chaotic, shattering the heavens and earth, with images of destruction everywhere.

The Yanluo under the Ming Emperor were each extraordinarily skilled, while the five Zhundi-level opponents were covered in blood, each one miserably battered.

Blood dyed the sky and the vast sea red. It was not merely a war but something even more intense, a peak confrontation that made hearts tremble.

"They're really fighting to the death; those five Zhundi are about to be wiped out."

"Who are those ten people? They're incredibly fierce. With such a powerful lineup, they could dominate the entire Ling Realm."

"If we bring this back, we could worship it and rely on it for leverage."

Discussions surged like ocean waves, one cresting over the next, with everyone's eyes gleaming without blinking, afraid to miss any thrilling moment.

Many pulled out memory crystals, imprinting the battle scenes. Once they returned, they'd have something to boast about.

Perhaps the battle was too intense, drawing all attention.

As a result, people kept vanishing inexplicably without anyone noticing. They were standing there one moment, and gone the next.

It was Ye Chen, like a ghost, drifting through the crowd.

Wherever he went, someone was taken and stuffed into a bronze furnace. All were reincarnated souls, numbering several hundred.

He captured them one by one, sighing along the way. Together with Chu Ling, they had searched over a hundred ancient cities without finding any, yet here among the spectators, he found so many.

This proved that the most lively places were the easiest to find people; there were always those idle folks who loved to join the excitement.

"What is that kid doing?"

The old Zhundi in hiding were all furrowing their brows, watching Ye Chen dart through the crowd.

Though his movement techniques were mysterious, they could not escape the eyes of Zhundi-level experts. The group of old-timers could not figure out what Ye Chen was up to.

"That old one is truly curious; how did he manage to invite ten Zhundi? What's his background?"

"It's probably Ye Chen."

"In one lifetime, he slaughtered two emperors; his methods are beyond our comprehension."

Ye Chen did not stop, aware that many Zhundi were secretly watching.

But it did not matter. Even if they were curious, they would not object. After all, he could summon ten Zhundi, so no ordinary person would dare provoke him.

As he spoke, he arrived at a spot where a sharp-faced, monkey-like youth was using a memory crystal to record the scene.

The youth was a reincarnated soul, a master alchemist from Dan City in his previous life.

During the alchemy competition, he had sat with Dan Chen and Dan Yi, a senior of Dan City with peak alchemy skills.

Ye Chen's sudden appearance startled him, nearly making him wet himself.

Ye Chen flashed a row of white teeth, waved his hand, and the youth was stuffed into the bronze furnace, looking utterly bewildered.

The youth then realized that inside the furnace was a whole realm, a vast white space about a thousand zhang wide, a Great Saint-level artifact.

And he was not alone; there were many others, men and women, old and young, including a few familiar faces.

"Why are you capturing us? We—we haven't provoked you."

The several hundred reincarnated souls looked at Ye Chen with terrified eyes.

Ye Chen smiled, gently waving his hand as strands of immortal light flew out, each targeting a person and entering their forehead.

Then came cries of pain, as past-life memories entangled with current ones, causing confusion and tears mixed with blood.

The pain was temporary; he could not help with that. He continued darting through the crowd, capturing any reincarnated soul he saw without mercy.

Chu Ling lay at the furnace's rim, watching the reincarnated souls. One was a female disciple from Yu Ling Peak, identical to her past life.

She recognized a few others too, though not everyone, given the vast expanse of the Chu domain and its many forces.

"This harvest is quite good."

Ye Chen laughed, pulling out a wine flask. He had found all the reincarnated souls present.

"Hopefully, we can find them all soon."

Chu Ling smiled softly. "It's been over three hundred years between past and present lives. I miss home."

"It won't be too long."

Ye Chen smiled, his eyes full of weariness.

Inside the furnace, the reincarnated souls had regained their memories and were gazing at Ye Chen through the rim, their eyes tearful.

"Holy Lord!"

Wails echoed from the furnace, choked with sobs.

Who would have thought this world had reincarnation? Awakening to a new life felt more illusory than a dream, still hard to believe.

"One day, I'll take you all home."

Ye Chen chuckled, flicking out another strand of immortal light—a wisp of divine sense infused with many details, so they could understand without him explaining.

The reincarnated souls wiped away their tears and sat cross-legged.

That divine sense contained images of Great Chu, stirring tears as they watched. The years were too distant; how could they not long for their homeland?

Ye Chen smiled and closed his eyes, manifesting his true form and looking toward one side.

There, on the surging waves of the vast sea, the purple-robed Zhundi was struck down from the void by Tai Shan Wang's palm, his divine body exploding.

Du Shi Wang followed with a devastating sword strike, obliterating everything, piercing the purple-robed Zhundi's Yuan Shen and destroying his true body.

The bloody sight made the spectators sigh. A mighty Zhundi-level expert had fallen, returning to dust.

Ye Chen's expression was cold, without pity. In this world, debts must be paid; he had long understood that truth.

However, just as everyone thought the purple-robed Zhundi was dead, he revived, escaping from the vast sea like a divine light.

This stunned the onlookers. How had he come back to life?

Even Tai Shan Wang and Du Shi Wang were baffled. His Yuan Shen and true body had been destroyed, yet he lived again.

"Rebirth body."

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and ascended, taking a step that spanned vast distances, blocking the purple-robed Zhundi.

As the name implied, a rebirth body meant having two lives.

Ye Chen was familiar with this strange bloodline; in a past life, Qing Yun Sect's second true successor, Li Xing Hun, had possessed it.

What surprised him was that the purple-robed Zhundi also carried this bloodline, explaining his revival after being destroyed.

"Get out of my way!"

The purple-robed Zhundi bellowed, his face savage and terrifying, thrusting a palm to blast Ye Chen aside and continue his escape.

"You can't escape."

Ye Chen shouted coldly, combining his Jiu Dao Ba Huang Fists into one, overpowering and blasting the man into a mess of blood and bones.

"Kill!"

The purple-robed Zhundi's eyes were blood-red, his hair disheveled like a madman. Though he knew he could not win, he still charged, or else being cornered would mean true annihilation.

Ye Chen showed no fear, simply not defending and enduring the Zhundi's finger strike, countering with an emperor weapon sword that sent him flying.

The purple-robed Zhundi spat blood; having used his rebirth life, his combat power was greatly diminished, far from his peak, and no match for Ye Chen.

As he fell, before he could steady himself, Ye Chen appeared like a ghost, unleashing the Feng Shen Jue with a devastating sword.

"No! No!"

The purple-robed Zhundi's eyes bulged, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, his entire body turning ice-cold.

If his rebirth life was destroyed now, he would truly be scattered to the winds.

But in his current state, he could not evade the fatal strike.

In his final moments, he finally understood regret.

The tribulation had nothing to do with him, yet he had arrogantly intervened, disregarding a Zhundi's dignity to attack a Saint-level junior.

Now, not only had he failed to crush the budding threat, but he had lost his own life. All his Zhundi accomplishments were wiped out in one move.

Blood splattered as his head was pierced by Ye Chen's sword.

A Zhundi who had escaped the assault of two Yanluo kings still met his end, dying under Ye Chen's sword.

"To say he's fierce, it's still this kid."

Tai Shan Wang and Du Shi Wang sighed. That sword strike was absolutely dominating.

With that, the two turned abruptly and headed toward the other battlefields.

The Tong Ming had limitations; they needed to eliminate Ye Chen's enemies in the shortest time possible. It was a rare opportunity, and they had to make this show-off moment impressive.