Chapter 1748: Forget It

Chapter 1748: Better Not to Mention It

The Gui Ming mask was removed, revealing a face that was weathered and sharply defined, marked by the traces of time.

Kui Niu's eyes bulged wide. He opened his mouth in astonishment, his expression a mix of surprise and certainty—this person in front of him was indeed Lao Qi, Ye Chen.

But he clearly remembered that Ye Chen had said he couldn't reincarnate. So how was he appearing in Zhu Tian now? How had he returned?

"Surprised?" Ye Chen smiled, his eyes twinkling playfully.

"When did you come back?" Kui Niu punched Ye Chen.

"It's a long story. Better not to mention it." Ye Chen smiled and shrugged casually, summing up the hardships of the past in a single phrase.

Among those experiences was the Six Paths of Reincarnation, full of immense suffering.

For Kui Niu, it had only been a year or two, but for Ye Chen, it was a thousand years. He hadn't seen Kui Niu in all that time.

The two found a desolate star and sat down, each holding a wine jug.

Kui Niu revealed his secret: he had been reincarnated into the Huo Yu in a confused state. He should have been only one or two years old, but because he accidentally ate a Chang Sheng Guo, he had grown so quickly, and his cultivation had advanced just as fast.

Ye Chen sighed. This was sheer destiny and transformation through reincarnation.

Probably, across all of Zhu Tian and Wan Yu, you couldn't find another quasi-saint as young as Kui Niu. A one- or two-year-old at the quasi-saint level—who would believe it? This was a prodigy among prodigies.

Still, at its core, it was all thanks to him.

If Ye Chen hadn't helped Kui Niu condense his primordial spirit in the underworld, Kui Niu wouldn't have retained his memories after reincarnation. His past experiences and insights into the Dao were like a vast, natural treasure trove.

The two chatted with deep emotion, downing one jug of wine after another.

They had crossed between two realms and returned to their homeland, with endless tales of hardship.

Meanwhile, in the bronze furnace, the host youth's expression was indescribable. He stared at Ye Chen in disbelief.

He had never met Ye Chen before, but he had seen Ye Chen's portrait.

In that legendary battle, the savior Sheng Ti—his image had spread throughout Wan Yu and Zhu Tian. Every cultivator knew of Ye Chen.

And precisely because he recognized the Sheng Ti Ye Chen, he couldn't believe it.

Ye Chen was supposed to be dead, having fought the Tian Mo and fallen in the stars.

But here he was, alive—a living legend! His stories and legacy endured in the world.

His eyes flashed with divine light, his emotions surging wildly.

The invincible Sheng Ti of his level, who had slain two emperors in his lifetime, was a peerless force. He was destined to turn the tide for Zhu Tian, making the Hong Huang realize that Zhu Tian was not undefended.

His excitement filled his mind, his blood boiling.

Like Qing Chuan, he couldn't wait to see Ye Chen crush the Hong Huang clans. That scene would be gloriously magnificent.

"Blood debts must be paid in blood." As he thrilled, Kui Niu snorted coldly.

"No question about it. We'll fight our way back." Ye Chen replied coldly. "As a major Hong Huang clan, they hid away during the Tian Mo invasion. This time, we'll teach them a lesson on how to be human."

"Save my home planet." The host youth pleaded humbly.

"Your home planet?" Ye Chen turned his gaze. "Tell me about it."

"The Tao Wu clan has taken over my homeland, pillaging and slaughtering without mercy. Mountains of corpses and rivers of blood— I escaped in secret and was chased all the way by the Sheng Wang of the Tao Wu."

"Damn it, we have to deal with them." Kui Niu cursed angrily.

"The direction." Ye Chen stood up at once, his eyes flashing with cold light.

"Northeast, eighty thousand li." The host youth wiped away his tears. "There's a red ancient star— that's my homeland."

Ye Chen said nothing. He stepped into the stars, like a beam of immortal light.

Having already taken on the Qiong Qi clan, the Tao Wu clan was no different. If possible, he wouldn't mind facing off against all the major Hong Huang clans.

As he traveled, suddenly, two divine lights shot toward him from opposite sides of the stars.

Looking closely, he saw what they were: one was a pitch-black thunderbolt, the other golden flames, flying straight toward him.

Ye Chen's body trembled at the sight, his eyes gleaming brightly with excitement, his lips quivering. It was the Xian Huo and Tian Lei.

Back then, when he had fallen in the stars, the Xian Huo and Tian Lei had also dissipated.

Unexpectedly, they had reformed into thunder and immortal fire.

In an instant, the Xian Huo and Tian Lei arrived, merging into Ye Chen's dantian. They trembled violently, as if excited or weeping.

Ye Chen felt a deep sense of familiarity. They were like his own children, having fought alongside him and grown with him—they were family.

The Xian Huo was the Jiu Wu Xian Yan, belonging to the Di Zun; the Tian Lei came from divine punishment, carrying the might of heavenly tribulation. Both were divine objects.

Throughout his journeys, thanks to them, he had overcome crisis after crisis.

Their return now was like adding wings to a tiger. No one knew better than him the overwhelming power of the Xian Huo and Tian Lei.

"Brother, I think you're still pretty good at playing tough?"

"I'll lend them to you sometime." Ye Chen chuckled, soothing the Xian Huo and Tian Lei as he flew onward at top speed.

Soon after, an ancient star appeared, rivaling the Zi Wei Star in grandeur.

It was enveloped in a halo, with red star clouds swirling around it, rich in vital energy—far beyond an ordinary mortal star.

"This is my home planet: Chi Yue Xing." The host youth clung to the furnace rim, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Ye Chen didn't speak. He crossed the stars and stepped onto it.

The ancient star was shrouded in bloody aura, forming a thick mist that covered the sky. The ground was littered with corpses, and even the rivers had been dyed red.

What should have been a vibrant star of life now resembled an endless hell.

From afar, he saw groups of figures, all in ragged clothes, disheveled hair, and shackled at the hands and feet. They were emaciated, like convicted criminals.

The sight was heartbreaking and shocking.

They were all human cultivators, more precisely, the native cultivators of this star, now enslaved and forced to mine and haul ore.

Their enslavers were, of course, the Hong Huang Tao Wu clan.

Proud of their strength, they had seized others' homes and subjected them to brutal slavery. These were living people, not livestock.

Ye Chen's killing intent erupted, instantly freezing the heavens and earth.

The cultivators of Zhu Tian had all fought against the Tian Mo, protecting the beings of Wan Yu. Yet the Tao Wu clan treated their benefactors this way—it was infuriating and utterly outrageous.

"I've seen the true Tao Wu clan. The ones on this ancient star have weak bloodlines; they're probably a branch of the Tao Wu clan." Kui Niu sent a message. "Their forces aren't small—don't underestimate them."

"No quasi-emperors, so they're all trash." Ye Chen snorted coldly and charged in, instantly appearing before a Tao Wu.

The Tao Wu was stunned, not knowing where this person had come from. With no time to defend, he was punched into a bloody mist on the spot.

" Bastard!" The surrounding Tao Wu were alarmed and attacked in rage.

Roars echoed as one Tao Wu after another transformed into their true forms, towering like mountains, with blood-red eyes as big as wine vats.

Ye Chen didn't bother with words. He gripped his battle spear like a club and smashed them one after another.

The scene was terrifying—blood rain poured from the sky, and the dim heavens were washed in crimson.

"Even more badass than in his past life." Kui Niu watched with a grimace, feeling awkward as Ye Chen's sworn brother.

"Is this the power of the Sheng Ti?" The host youth stared, mouth agape in shock. The Huang Gu Sheng Ti was incredibly strong.

The enslaved cultivators—whether mining or hauling ore—all turned to look.

"Who is that guy?" someone exclaimed in surprise. "He's so powerful."

"Must be an enemy of the Tao Wu clan." An elderly man pondered. "Wearing a Gui Ming mask, we can't see his true face."

"They occupied our homeland and enslaved our people. This is their karma."

Angry voices merged into a tidal wave, excited roars shaking the heavens. Even the blood mist surged, forming a sea of blood.

"Who the hell are you?" The Tao Wu roared in fury, at least wanting to know his origins so their main clan could be informed.