Chapter 1738: Six Paths Rinnegan

Chapter 1738: Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan

The great war that impacted the entire Ling Yu finally concluded.

After the battle, all factions focused on recovery and recuperation. Too many veteran cultivators had perished in the void, and too many major sects lacked a Zhun Di to oversee them. In the past, a clan without an elder ancestor would surely face bullying. However, this time was different. Even the sects with Zhun Di did not take advantage to cause chaos; instead, they rallied the Ling Yu and formed an alliance.

Through this war, everyone realized that to resist the Tian Mo, they needed the full strength of the entire Ling Yu and could no longer engage in internal conflicts.

At Qing Luan Immortal Mountain, white silk banners were hung to mourn the Qing Luan elder ancestor. She was a tragic figure, having never married in her entire life. For thousands of years, she had dedicated herself to guarding her family. Now, at the end of her lifespan, she could not pass away peacefully and instead fought until her body and dao were destroyed.

Wails of grief echoed throughout the Qing Luan clan as everyone wiped away tears. The elder ancestor had given her whole life to the family—it had been no easy feat.

On the Qing Luan mountain peak, Ming Jue, Bai Zhi, Chu Ling, and Zi Xuan were all there. Qing Luan's eyes were red and filled with tears.

Ming Jue showed rare tenderness, his broad shoulders offering quiet comfort.

As for Ye Chen, he was alone in the pavilion, sitting in meditation like an ancient monk, his demeanor dignified as he exerted all his effort to recover from his injuries. The wounds from this battle were severe; every scar was entwined with a dim light, the killing intent of an emperor eroding his essence.

Precisely because of this, the wounds took a long time to heal, and the fresh blood overflowing from his mouth even contained black threads.

That was the blood of the Tian Mo emperor's body, which had fused into his own, carrying the emperor's killing aura and corroding his sacred body and primordial spirit.

"Suppress."

Ye Chen lightly shouted in his heart, activating both the Barbarian Wilderness Body Refining and Barbarian Wilderness Soul Refining techniques to forcefully eradicate the hidden injuries.

The process was very slow, but it was only a matter of time.

To say that the battle against the Tian Mo emperor's body was truly perilous. If not for the five emperor weapons, if not for the Di Huang's original source blood, and if not for the critical moment when Ba Yuan sacred bone, Chen Zhan’s original source, and Di Huang's divine treasury perfectly aligned, he would not have been able to slay the emperor's body.

Any single misstep could have led to his own destruction.

Time passed second by second, and in the blink of an eye, three days went by.

On the fourth day, as dawn broke, a booming sound echoed from the center of the Ling Yu, with shockwaves spreading across the four seas and eight wastelands.

Looking into the distance, it was a cluster of immortal mountains, numbering in the tens of thousands, shrouded in clouds and mist, hazy and ethereal—it was truly a fairyland.

At the base of the immortal mountains stood a thousand-foot stele inscribed with: Zhu Tian Ling Jie.

This was the alliance formed by the four corners of the Ling Yu, named Zhu Tian Ling Jie. On the surface, it unified the entire Ling Yu.

The location where Zhu Tian Ling Jie was established was Wu Wang You Yuan.

Indeed, Wu Wang You Yuan had been filled in, and tens of thousands of immortal mountains had risen from the ground, majestic and grand, serving as the headquarters of the Ling Yu.

Moreover, with Zhu Tian Ling Jie as the center, the Ling Yu had built rings of city walls, covered in barriers and formations.

This was imitating Da Chu, and facts had proven that a city wall could be a sturdy barrier, protecting the beings of the Ling Yu.

The various elder ancestors treated everyone equally; regardless of the strength of the forces in Ling Jie, people were selected to serve as elders.

The sects of the Ling Yu also put forth their best efforts, unconditionally contributing manpower and resources to the new alliance, showing great generosity.

In the pavilion, Ye Chen remained in meditation, but his complexion had improved significantly. Blood no longer overflowed from his mouth, and his vital energy surged powerfully.

It took a full nine days for him to completely clear the emperor's body killing aura from within.

Next, he had to address the backlash from the various forbidden techniques.

This session of meditation lasted another nine days, until the tenth day, when his sacred body trembled, and his mind was drawn into a wondrous realm.

In that realm was a vast expanse of barren land, utterly desolate with not a blade of grass in sight, bones half-buried, silent and chillingly cold.

"Liu Dao Lun Hui?" Ye Chen frowned, recognizing at a glance what this place was—it was undoubtedly the Liu Dao Lun Hui he had once traversed.

Why would such a realm appear? Why had he ended up in the Liu Dao Lun Hui again? What did this signify? He couldn't fathom the reason.

The realm was eerily silent and terrifying. He walked quietly across the barren land, looking around, and it was identical to the path he had taken back then.

Honestly, he never wanted to return to this damned place, even if it was just a realm. A thousand years was too long; it had tormented him to no end.

In the early morning, Qing Luan Immortal Mountain was bathed in radiant colors, exuding a sense of peace.

From the great war against the Tian Mo to now, a full month had passed.

The people of the Qing Luan clan were gradually recovering from their grief. The younger disciples diligently cultivated, striving to improve their cultivation.

"It's been a whole month; he sure can sleep." On the Qing Luan mountain peak, Ming Jue paced outside the pavilion, muttering to himself.

"After battling an emperor and sustaining such heavy injuries, he naturally needs time to recover." Qing Luan glanced at Ming Jue—he was the most restless of them all.

"Zi Xuan, how do we return to Zhu Tian?" Chu Ling withdrew her gaze from the pavilion and looked at Zi Xuan, seeking a definitive answer.

"As long as the commander summons us, we can go." Zi Xuan smiled lightly.

"In two days, people from Zhu Tian Wan Yu will return." Qing Luan took over the conversation and chuckled. "They will imprint the spiritual contract from his body onto yours. Then, if his host performs spiritual summoning again, it will bring you back instead."

"Is there a time limit?" Chu Ling asked tentatively.

"Once you reach Zhu Tian, you can erase the spiritual contract from your body."

"In that case, we'll head back to Zhu Tian Wan Yu as soon as Ye Chen wakes up." Chu Ling took a deep breath; the years had been too long—she missed home terribly.

As she spoke, the door creaked open, and Ye Chen stepped out. He seemed half-asleep, rubbing his eyes the whole time.

"Are your internal injuries healed?" Chu Ling hurriedly approached.

"No major issues, I..."

"Your eyes." Before Ye Chen could finish, Zi Xuan rushed forward, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on his.

"Huh?" Ming Jue exclaimed softly and leaned in closer.

Ye Chen's eyes looked different today. Looking closely, deep within his pupils was a strange imprint, like an immortal wheel or a cycle of reincarnation.

Staring at his eyes for too long made one feel a slight daze.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, staring back at them in surprise. After a month apart, why were they all acting so strangely? Had he gotten even more handsome?

"Why is my head a bit dizzy?" Ming Jue clutched his forehead, shaking his head as he swayed in place.

Bai Zhi and Chu Ling felt the same, their minds dizzy, disturbed by some mysterious force that felt enchanting.

"Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan." Zi Xuan, the only one still relatively composed, spoke word by word, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

"What Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan?" Ye Chen asked in astonishment.

"Look inside your own pupils." Zi Xuan offered no explanation.

Ye Chen was puzzled but gently closed his eyes and examined his eyes with his divine sense.

Upon seeing it, he froze. He spotted the imprint in his pupils, incredibly profound, hidden within endless dao insights and containing ancient, mysterious powers deep within.

The next instant, he opened his eyes and looked at Zi Xuan in confusion.

"That is the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan, a level above the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan." Zi Xuan took a deep breath. "I'm truly surprised that a sacred body has awakened such a heaven-defying immortal eye."

"Above the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan?" Ye Chen was stunned, the joy hitting him so suddenly that he was caught off guard.

He knew all too well how terrifying the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan was. The nine forbidden techniques of the immortal wheel, each one was heaven-defying.

Not to mention anything else, just the Heavenly Dao and the Heavenly Illumination—one for absolute attack, one for absolute escape—were incredibly powerful.

One could imagine how fearsome the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan, which surpassed it, would be. It had to be even more heaven-defying than heaven-defying.

"Could it be because I traversed that Liu Dao Lun Hui?" Ye Chen thought to himself, finding it quite plausible.

In that moment, his heart raced with excitement, thrilled to the point of madness. Having lost the immortal wheel eye, he had awakened something even more extraordinary.

"This guy's got some style." Ming Jue stroked his chin, liking Ye Chen's eyes more the longer he looked.

"It looks somewhat similar to the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan." Chu Ling blinked her beautiful eyes. "But it's even more profound than the immortal wheel eye."

"Is this what they mean by enduring hardship leads to sweet reward?" Bai Zhi smiled. The thousand years in the Liu Dao Lun Hui had ultimately given birth to the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan.

"I told you, suffering isn't for nothing." Ye Chen grinned.

"What a stroke of fortune." Zi Xuan chuckled. "In the history of Zhu Tian, only one person has awakened such eyes before—you're the second."

"Who was the first?" Ye Chen asked curiously.

"The Lun Hui Great Emperor, the third great emperor of the ancient era. You've probably heard of him." Zi Xuan smiled slightly. "Among the 130 emperors of Xuan Huang, he was the only one who cultivated solely the physical body."

"Wow, a great emperor!" Ming Jue couldn't help but exclaim.

"Compared to that, I'm more interested in the abilities of the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan." Ye Chen suppressed his excitement and rubbed his hands eagerly.

"Legend has it that the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan involves the power of reincarnation. Its true abilities are unknown; you'll have to sense them yourself."

"This is like finding a treasure." Ye Chen grinned widely.

"Come on, let me have another look." Ming Jue leaned in again.

"Get out of here." Ye Chen waved his hand, shoving Ming Jue far away, then picked up a mirror and examined himself repeatedly.

"What a fortuitous encounter." Bai Zhi and Qing Luan both smiled.

"You little one, your father is incredibly impressive!" Chu Ling gently stroked her abdomen, her maternal tenderness on full display.

"Emperor, he has already surpassed the you of the past." Zi Xuan smiled faintly, lifting her gaze to the void, her eyes distant, as if she could see through the vastness to Di Huang.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen had run off again, darting to the mountain summit alone and sitting down to quietly comprehend the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan.

This heaven-defying eye, surpassing the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan, its power was undoubtedly superior, absolutely terrifying.

"This luck is unmatched." On Ming Jie Ming Mountain, the Ten Yama Kings watched with sighs and tuts of amazement.

"He was born with boundless luck." The Ming Emperor smiled faintly, even his supreme demeanor stirred by the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan.

"A thousand years in the Liu Dao Lun Hui—this is what he deserved." Di Huang smiled. "Now, it's even harder for us to see through his true identity; another great cycle of reincarnation has been added."

"The more it's hidden, the more it proves his identity is no simple matter."

No sooner had the Ming Emperor spoken than the Ming Jie trembled with a buzz, causing mountains to collapse in droves and throwing the underworld into chaos.

Di Huang frowned slightly and waved his hand, deploying an emperor dao immortal technique to press a palm toward the void, stabilizing the trembling Ming Jie.

"If Ye Chen performs spiritual summoning again, bring back the ultimate emperor weapons to avoid any disasters." The Ming Emperor said indifferently.