Chapter 1743: Use Me!

In the night, Hengyue Zong was peaceful and serene, shrouded in moonlight.

Yet this tranquility was shattered by a thunderous boom.

The sound came from Yunu Feng, more precisely from Ye Chen's tomb, where the grave had exploded open and a massive cauldron flew out.

The cauldron was enormous and sturdy, ancient and unadorned, etched with marks of the Great Dao. Golden characters of the Dunjia Tian Shu were rearranging themselves spontaneously.

If one listened carefully, they could hear heavenly sounds woven from the Great Dao, profound and mysterious, containing endless insights and encompassing all things.

Indeed, this was the Hun Dun Shen Ding, Ye Chen's natal artifact.

In the past, when Ye Chen perished in the starry sky, his ashes were brought back to Hengyue Zong, and as his natal artifact, it was buried with him.

Unexpectedly, on this quiet night, it emerged on its own.

Xiyan and Lin Shuhua were startled and hurried over.

Yang Dingtian, Liu Yi, and Xie Yun arrived one after another, all stunned to see the Hun Dun Shen Ding hovering and humming.

"What's going on with this cauldron? Is it acting up?" Situ Nan scratched his head. "Can't stand the solitude and wants to come out for a stroll?"

"This anomaly has never happened before," Xiyan said, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Could it be that Ye Chen's spirit in the heavens doesn't want his natal artifact to be forgotten?" Pang Dachuan stroked his chin.

The group's eyes flickered with uncertainty; the Hun Dun Shen Ding was behaving strangely today.

Even if it had a spirit, this was too abrupt, with no warning whatsoever, and no one could communicate with it to understand its meaning.

On Chi Chen Xing, night was falling, and the world was silent.

At that moment, if anyone looked up at the stars, they would see two streaks of divine light flashing by in an instant, revealing upon closer inspection that they were two people.

One was a man and the other a woman. The woman wore elegant green robes, extraordinarily graceful and untouched by worldly dust, while the man had a carefree and unrestrained air.

Were they not the Liu Da Shen Jiang's Hua Qingluo and Di Zun's sister Di Xuan? Their movements were incredibly swift, defying the laws of space.

"Eh?" As they flew over Chi Chen Xing, Hua Qingluo let out a soft exclamation and slowed slightly, but did not stop.

"Don't delay," Di Xuan said softly, her voice melodious.

"Coming." Hua Qingluo quickly caught up, muttering to himself all the while, and even after flying far away, he couldn't help glancing back at Chi Chen Xing.

"What do you think of the child of heavenly tribulation?" Di Xuan asked casually.

"I can only say, it's quite unexpected," Hua Qingluo shrugged. "That little kid will surely become a great powerhouse in the future."

"His mother hopes for him to live an ordinary life," Di Xuan said gently. "Hiding on a mundane star is a way to escape the chaos of the world."

"How about we make one too?" Hua Qingluo chuckled.

"Defeat me, and I'll marry you," Di Xuan replied indifferently.

"In the same realm, even Di Zun can suppress you, let alone me." Hua Qingluo rubbed his brow. "This is awkward."

Di Xuan said no more, stepping lightly as she crossed the starry sky in a single stride.

Speaking of Di Zun, it was hard not to feel a sense of melancholy. Nine thousand years had passed, with seas turning to fields; the siblings had no chance to meet again.

Hua Qingluo looked troubled as he performed his heaven-defying spatial shift.

The two moved so fast they transcended the river of time, leaving no trace, and even ordinary quasi-emperors would struggle to track them.

In the underground palace of Zaohua Zong, Ye Chen sat on the stone steps with his hands propping up his chin, lost in thought and growing increasingly anxious from waiting.

Li Changsheng clung to the edge of the bronze furnace, staring blankly at Ye Chen as if he were a divine being, still in disbelief.

The Sheng Ti Ye Chen was still alive, that ruthless figure who had slain a great emperor, and he was still in the world. This news was utterly shocking.

And Li Changsheng felt truly fortunate; as a spirit beast, he had summoned the creator of legends. He could boast about this for eight hundred years.

"The heavens are about to get lively," he said, rubbing his hands eagerly.

His imagination ran wild, picturing the princes of the primordial great clans being beaten one by one by Ye Chen in spectacular fashion.

As he thought about it, he burst into laughter, his excitement uncontrollable.

No wonder one was the host and the other the spirit beast; they seemed cut from the same cloth as Qingchuan—no matter how you looked at it.

Just then, people entered the underground palace, and not just one.

There were over a dozen women, each strikingly beautiful, dressed in shimmering, gossamer robes as thin as cicada wings, almost transparent.

The scene was quite alluring, their fragrances intoxicating.

Ye Chen showed no reaction, but Li Changsheng's eyes widened, no longer looking at Ye Chen as he clung to the furnace edge, gazing at the beauties.

"We are here on the orders of the ancestor to attend to you, fellow daoist," the women said, lining up. They were all female disciples of the sect, some blushing with shyness.

"No need," Ye Chen said flatly, fully aware that the Zaohua ancestor was trying to win him over.

"Please don't make this difficult for us," the female disciples said, lowering their eyes, their cheeks flushed, knowing exactly why the ancestor had sent them.

"No need," Ye Chen repeated calmly, not moving an inch.

"No need for me to use? Ah!" Li Changsheng panicked, jumping up and down in the furnace. "I'm still a virgin—let me have a taste!"

Ye Chen, being understanding, waved his hand and released him. Go ahead and indulge, but watch out for wearing yourself out.

The female disciples felt awkward; they had come to serve Ye Chen, so what was this? Where did he come from?

"Don't just stand there—come, give me a shoulder rub," Li Changsheng said, acting like he belonged, with his shameless demeanor.

The women nearly lost their temper on the spot, but out of respect for Ye Chen, they approached, rolling up their sleeves.

Fine, a shoulder rub it is! We'll give you a good one, guaranteed satisfaction.

Screams erupted at once, like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, as the women surrounded him in a circle, their strength tremendous.

Li Changsheng's small frame had his bones cracking loudly, the sounds crisp and painful just to hear.

"Stop, I don't want it anymore!" He crawled out from the crowd, but was quickly dragged back by the women.

The scene was pitiful to watch, making Ye Chen's heart skip a beat.

If they were this intense with a shoulder rub, Zaohua Zong must be full of talents! Their customs were fiercely subtle.

Before long, the women stopped and gracefully departed.

Li Changsheng lay there like a dead pig, completely spent, though thankfully still breathing—it was as close to exhaustion as one could get, but his own fault for not handling it.

"Why isn't it ready yet?" Ye Chen stood up, pacing the underground palace, his impatience growing.

Notably, with each step, he casually stepped on Li Changsheng, as if it were nothing.

The weight of the Sheng Ti was like a mountain; this treatment flattened Li Changsheng into a meat patty, stuck to the ground.

As dawn approached, the Zaohua ancestor finally arrived.

The old man had sunken eyes and bloodshot veins, clearly exhausted from a night of work.

"Senior, is it fixed?" Ye Chen hurried forward, offering a pill to replenish the ancestor's vital energy.

"When I take action, how could it not be?" the Zaohua ancestor said deeply, his aura of grandeur fully established.

"Excellent!" Ye Chen perked up, his divine light shining brightly.

"The heavens are in turmoil now," the Zaohua ancestor said slowly. "The primordial great clans are arrogant and domineering, seizing the prosperous star domains and forcing major sects to migrate to the borderlands. My young friend, when you go to Xuan Huang, avoid provoking them."

"I will keep that in mind," Ye Chen replied with a slight smile.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes; he said he wouldn't provoke them, but in his heart, he planned to challenge them all.

His old friends had suffered deaths and injuries; this debt needed settling. In the younger generation's contests, he considered himself unmatched in the same realm.

The two left together, and as Ye Chen went, he pried Li Changsheng off the ground—the poor fellow was still a flattened mess.

The star domain platform of Zaohua Tianzong was impressively large, spanning eight hundred zhang, with four copper pillars standing tall, intricate array patterns flowing and spatial forces dancing.

Ye Chen strongly suspected that Zaohua Zong had once been a super sect; otherwise, how could they have such a massive platform?

"My young friend still won't reveal your true identity?" the Zaohua ancestor chuckled. "At least leave me something to ponder."

"Being on good terms with me isn't necessarily a good thing." Ye Chen entered the platform, but tossed out a jade slip. "If you're willing, you can come to Da Chu in the future—I'll welcome you with open arms."

With that, he activated the platform himself and vanished in an instant.

After he left, the Zaohua ancestor crushed the jade slip, which contained a sealed divine sense revealing Ye Chen's true identity.

"Ye Chen?" The ancestor stood there, completely stunned.