Chapter 1757: The God of War's Legacy

Chapter 1757: Zhan Shen Yi Bo

"My name: Xing Tian." The head spoke faintly, with a vague majesty.

Ye Chen was stunned, his eyes widening in shock.

Kui Niu and Li Changsheng also gaped, their minds buzzing as if struck by lightning.

Xing Tian, the war god from the Hong Huang era! As a Hong Huang Zhan Ti bloodline, he was renowned as the foremost beneath the Da Di, a fact universally acknowledged across the realms. His legends were nothing short of myths, still circulating to this day.

The three of them wore expressions of extreme shock—this was utterly unexpected. Who could have imagined that the war god Xing Tian still had his head existing in the mortal world?

Then came the question: who had severed Xing Tian's head? Was it Bei Ming Da Di? Although Xing Tian was not quite the top beneath the Da Di, he was not an emperor either. If Bei Ming Da Di had truly intended to destroy him, Xing Tian would have been doomed without a doubt, utterly outmatched.

"Does this world still have any Zhan Ti alive?" As the three were reeling in horror, Xing Tian's head spoke again, its aura weakening slightly.

"Yes, yes, yes." Ye Chen hurriedly replied. The Hong Huang Zhan Ti might be gone, but there was still a Lei Ting Zhan Ti—Xiao Chen was one, a branch of the Hong Huang Zhan Ti. Lei Ting Zhan Ti was also a type of Zhan Ti, so this wasn't wrong.

"If possible, bring him to see me." Xing Tian's head said, his voice growing weaker and hoarser, laden with ancient weariness.

Ye Chen furrowed his brow deeply. He could see that Xing Tian's head had been sealed for eons and was now at its limit, unable to hold on much longer.

Ye Chen had no doubt about Xing Tian's words. As the foremost beneath the Da Di, the war god would never fabricate lies to deceive juniors. Seeking a Zhan Ti was likely to pass on his inheritance.

The Zhan Shen's inheritance was nothing short of heaven-defying. Even if other Zhan Ti existed in the world, Ye Chen wouldn't bother with them. This opportunity had to be reserved for Xiao Chen—it was a selfish thought, but his.

Imagine if Xiao Chen inherited the Zhan Shen's mantle; it would be a supreme fortune, leading to transformation and rebirth. In the not-too-distant future, he would undoubtedly become a peerless titan, possibly surpassing his forebears. For Da Chu, this would be a great blessing.

Moreover, Xiao Chen was the son of Zhan Wang, who cultivated the path of war, and Xiao Chen himself followed the same path. It aligned perfectly with the Zhan Shen's way, making him the most suitable candidate.

"Senior, perhaps you could leave with this junior. The Qiu Nao clan might return." Ye Chen said, looking at Xing Tian.

His concern wasn't unfounded. Clans from the Hong Huang era were no push-overs—the Qiu Nao, for instance, had ancestors who were Da Di and possessed ultimate emperor weapons. If they launched an attack now, with Xing Tian in his current state, he likely couldn't withstand it.

On another note, it was for Xiao Chen's sake. If Ye Chen left and another Zhan Ti showed up, what if Xing Tian decided to pass on his inheritance? That would be truly frustrating.

"Unless a Da Di, who can harm me?" Xing Tian said indifferently.

His words left Ye Chen deeply astonished. Reduced to just a head and on the brink of exhaustion, yet he still exuded such unyielding confidence. Perhaps only the Zhan Shen dared to speak like this.

Kui Niu and Li Changsheng also clicked their tongues in amazement—that was true presence, the kind that defined the Zhan Shen's reputation.

"Since Senior says so, this junior won't insist." Ye Chen said with a hint of regret, cupping his hands in respect before turning to leave.

He had hoped the Zhan Shen might pass on some secret techniques or treasures, but clearly, that wasn't in the cards—quite awkward.

Exiting the underground palace, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he roamed this realm, using Zhou Tian evolution to conceal its secrets.

Better safe than sorry—all of this was for Xing Tian's sake. The legendary Zhan Shen of the ages couldn't afford any mishaps.

"The foremost beneath the Da Di—who knows if a fully realized Sheng Ti could take on Xing Tian." Kui Niu squatted in the bronze furnace, stroking his chin as he mused, picturing the scene.

"Probably not." Li Changsheng pondered. "Not to mention anything else, just take Da Cheng Sheng Ti Di Huang, who once fought five Da Di alone. That feat is something Xing Tian likely couldn't match."

Ye Chen said nothing, still inscribing array patterns. Even he didn't know whether Zhan Shen Xing Tian or a Da Cheng Sheng Ti would prevail.

Because the Hong Huang era had no Huang Gu Sheng Ti, and the Huang Gu era had no Hong Huang Zhan Ti, the two were from different times, forever unable to clash and determine superiority—a true regret.

It wasn't until sometime later that he stopped, casting a final glance at the depths below before turning and heading straight into the starry sky, eager to reach Xuan Huang as quickly as possible.

In the outer stars, the human cultivators who had previously eliminated the Qiu Nao Da Sheng were still there. Seeing Ye Chen emerge, they all bowed in respect, especially the younger ones, who looked at him with awe and inexplicable excitement. The young female cultivators' eyes, like clear water, rippled with admiration.

This was the fierce one who, as a Sheng Ren, wielded three quasi-di weapons and stirred up trouble everywhere against the Hong Huang clans. His name had spread across the stars, and whenever mentioned, people applauded.

Unfortunately, while they could witness his divine presence, it was hard to see his true face. The mask wasn't the issue—what was formidable was the secret technique that concealed his origin and bloodline, even baffling Da Sheng.

Ye Chen smiled but said nothing, simply stepping into the void. Under the gaze of thousands, he walked toward the distance until he vanished from sight.

The human cultivators stood there for a long time, staring. If the realms had more such prodigies, the Hong Huang clans wouldn't dare act so arrogantly, causing chaos every day and disrupting even sleep.

Only after Ye Chen's figure disappeared did the human cultivators reluctantly go on their way. This was an escape, after all—they couldn't linger too long.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen streaked through the vast starry sky like a divine light.

His heart was far from calm. This journey had encountered too many impossibilities—first the Hong Huang Qilin, now Zhan Shen Xing Tian. This era was extraordinarily extraordinary, signaling that great changes were afoot in the myriad domains.

Ahead, a star river stretched across the starry sky, dazzling and radiant, adding a splendid arc to the profound depths.

But it wasn't a star river—it was a vast desert.

Yes, a desert in the starry sky, formed from accumulated star sand. Over endless eons of changes, the sand had gathered more and more, eventually creating this desert of the stars.

He had heard of this Xing Kong Desert before—it looked like a star river from afar but was a desert up close, blocking millions of li of space.

"Let's go around it. I have a feeling there's something terrifying inside this Xing Kong Desert." Li Changsheng whispered. "Why else would so much sand gather here? There must be something unusual."

"What's there to go around? You're spineless." Kui Niu scolded. "Back when I left Xuan Huang for training, I crossed this desert too. Terrifying existence? I didn't even see a single bird. Besides, it spans millions of li—it'd take forever."

As they spoke, Ye Chen had already entered the desert. Kui Niu had a point; the distance was too great to waste time.

Stepping into the desert revealed a unique landscape. Every strand of sand was tinged with starlight, and footprints left behind were instantly covered, leaving no trace.

The desert wasn't empty—powerful figures with great abilities held eight trigrams disks, searching for treasures, while weaker cultivators were mostly fleeing, having escaped from prosperous regions.

Seeing Ye Chen venture deeper, the fleeing cultivators shot him strange looks. People were desperate to escape quickly, yet here he was, a Xiao Sheng Ren, heading straight in. In the prosperous areas, you'd just be cannon fodder—didn't he know how fearsome the Hong Huang clans were?

Ye Chen ignored them completely, striding across the desert.

The fleeing cultivators paid him no more mind, activating their escape techniques and hurrying away without pause, afraid of being pursued by Hong Huang clans.

Meanwhile, those treasure seekers occasionally glanced at Ye Chen, their old eyes narrowing and brows furrowing, as they couldn't pierce his true appearance or bloodline—they only sensed his refined vital energy.

Well, then—thoughts of robbery and murder arose. An emaciated old man with a cane blocked Ye Chen's path.

The man had sunken eyes, bloodshot and gleaming with a sinister light, like that of a snake or scorpion, making one's heart shudder. He was a Da Sheng-level figure, exuding malice from his bones—a clear veteran of plunder.

"Senior, is this a robbery?" Ye Chen said with a faint smile.

"Since you know, hand over your treasures, and I'll let you leave in peace." The emaciated old man said coldly, his killing intent surging.

"A mere Sheng Ren like you—who are you to lecture me?" The emaciated old man snorted, suddenly thrusting out his hand.

"So bold—why not rob the Hong Huang clans? Bullying human cultivators—what kind of skill is that?" Ye Chen sneered.

A Da Sheng's palm was formidable—the space in his palm exploded, fused with Da Sheng pressure, causing the surrounding space to collapse.

Ye Chen didn't respond. He evaded with a single step of Suo Di Cheng Cun and instantly closed in on the old man, launching Shen Shang with full force.

The old man was greatly alarmed, recognizing Ye Chen's technique as Suo Di Cheng Cun—anyone who could use it was no ordinary foe.

And Shen Shang was a supreme divine clan secret art, targeting the primordial spirit. Once hit, the consequences were dire.

He wanted to flee, but it was too late. A strand of Shen Shang had already shot out, piercing his brow and invading his divine sea, severely damaging his primordial spirit. His skull cap even exploded.

"In your next life, don't provoke those you shouldn't." Ye Chen's words were ice-cold as he fused thousands of divine abilities into one finger, piercing the void.

Since returning to the realms, this was his first time killing a human cultivator, without a shred of mercy. Scum like the old man, who preyed on juniors and robbed others, probably wouldn't lift a finger during a Tian Mo invasion. He'd likely hide in some corner, and once the demons were repelled, he'd crawl out to cause more trouble.

His behavior was more despicable than the Hong Huang clans. Hiding during invasions was bad enough, but stirring up human cultivators? If he wanted death that badly, Ye Chen would grant it.

His finger was devastating, aimed straight at the primordial spirit and physical body.

Though the old man tried desperately to escape, he couldn't dodge it. The finger impaled his primordial spirit, and he was obliterated on the spot.

In that final instant, he finally regretted provoking Ye Chen, leading to his complete annihilation.

A Da Sheng wiped out in three moves—those who had been lurking for robbery scattered in an instant. What kind of person was this? Just a Sheng Ren, yet so terrifying. If he could kill the old man, he could kill them too. Better not court disaster.

Ye Chen collected the old man's storage bag and continued on his way.

To his delight, the bag contained exactly what he desired: two golden characters, Dun Jia Tian Zi.

What a pleasant surprise. Inscribing them on the Hun Dun Shen Ding would surely boost his power immensely—this robbery had been worth it.

This act served as a warning to others. With a Da Sheng dead, everyone else kept their distance, not daring to cause him trouble.