Chapter 1758: Second Divine Treasure

With no one causing trouble, Ye Chen enjoyed some peace and quiet. He lived by the principle that if others didn't provoke him, he wouldn't provoke them. He wasn't one to seek trouble, but that didn't mean he was afraid of it. If anyone dared to stir things up again, he wouldn't hesitate to eliminate them.

This kind of dominance wasn't a joke; even Great Saints wouldn't dare show their faces lightly. Failing to grab a treasure was one thing, but losing their lives would be absurd.

Ye Chen continued on his way, leaving no footprints under his feet and no traces behind. The desert stretched endlessly, and after traveling for a full day, there was still no end in sight.

Inside the bronze furnace, Kui Niu and Li Changsheng were anything but idle. They were enthusiastically stewing meat, each holding a large iron basin. The rich aroma of meat wafted out, filling the air.

Compared to those two beasts, Ye Chen was far more composed. His mind was as still as a calm lake, undisturbed like an ancient well, exuding a serene aura.

Strands of flowing sand brushed past his eyes, each grain visible and reflecting in his pupils with a brilliant glow, like twinkling stars.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood still, quietly in place with his eyes slightly closed, like a stone-carved statue. He remained unmoving amid the raging winds and wandering sands, only his white hair drifting gently.

His mind had entered a wondrous realm; the Shen Zang of Di Huang, manifesting once again through this mental state.

In this realm, there was a vast starry sky, extending infinitely in all directions. Stars shone brightly, flickering with mesmerizing light.

Amid the profound depths of the starry sky, he felt like a single grain of dust in the desert—incredibly insignificant. This made him feel a deep reverence for the universe, elevating his state of mind and embracing the vast cosmos, with his Dao merging into all things.

He became somewhat ethereal, his body alternating between illusory like a Yuan Shen and solid like forged iron, weaving intricate patterns.

Beyond that, a mysterious force appeared, faint and elusive, invisible to the eye yet causing the flowing sands to halt and freeze in mid-air.

In the furnace, Kui Niu and Li Changsheng, who had been drinking soup, both stood up and peered out from the furnace's edge. One had eyes gleaming brightly, the other narrowed his eyes slightly. It was clear they could see that Ye Chen was in the midst of enlightenment.

The desert fell into silence, with only the wind and sand raging. Time flowed like the sands, wandering through the ages.

Ye Chen stood there for three full days without opening his eyes. In this vast desert, he had become a striking sight.

Treasure seekers in the desert spotted him from afar and found comfortable spots to watch from a distance. They all stood with hands clasped, their expressions puzzled, unsure what Ye Chen was up to.

They watched, but not a single one harbored any ill intentions. Someone as formidable as Ye Chen was not someone ordinary cultivators could afford to provoke.

It wasn't until the fourth day that Ye Chen trembled slightly, shaking off the sands. Strands of order chains appeared on his body, wrapping around him.

Then, he vanished—or more precisely, he entered a space. That space was incredibly vast inside, but from the outside, it looked like just a single grain of dust, tiny and invisible.

"Hua Yu Wei Chen." Kui Niu said in surprise, his bull eyes narrowing. He was certain he hadn't seen wrong and seemed to have heard of this Emperor Dao immortal technique before. It upended laws, disrupted the heavens and earth, and was undoubtedly a heaven-defying secret art.

"What's Hua Yu Wei Chen?" Li Changsheng asked curiously.

"Turning a vast space into a dust space—one speck of dust is a whole world," Kui Niu explained slowly. "This is a divine ability for evasion, exclusive to the Ancient Holy Body's Shen Zang. Of course, some great masters might also blaze their own paths and comprehend this secret art."

"One speck of dust is a whole world? That's insane! So flashy?"

"Hua Yu Wei Chen—who could find it? It's basically a god-level cheat."

"The person just vanished?" The cultivators secretly watching were completely baffled. A living person disappeared in an instant, and even with their Great Saint-level vision, they couldn't detect a trace, as if he had vanished into thin air.

Ye Chen was still wandering in the realm, comprehending this heaven-defying Shen Zang.

Back in the day, during his life-and-death duel with Yin Zhiping, he had fought until he was left with half a life. Surrounded by enemies, Zixuan had used Hua Yu Wei Chen to help him escape, dodging their pursuers. There were also techniques like Suo Di Cheng Cun and Yi Tian Huan Di, all heaven-defying secrets. He had already mastered Suo Di Cheng Cun and Yi Tian Huan Di, but only now was he finally enlightening to Hua Yu Wei Chen.

Hua Yu Wei Chen was the second type of Shen Zang he had comprehended from his Holy Body.

If the Domineering Body state was for offense, then Hua Yu Wei Chen was for evasion and concealment. Hidden in a single grain of sand, only a truly heaven-defying expert could unravel its mysteries.

A gentle breeze blew, and Ye Chen smiled faintly, finally opening his eyes. The world before him was a hazy white, allowing him to clearly see the outside, while from the outside, it was nearly impossible to peer in.

"With this secret art, we can go on our adventures boldly again." Li Changsheng grinned, rubbing his hands shamelessly.

"Judging by it, this evasion immortal technique would be great for peeping too." Kui Niu stroked his chin, speaking thoughtfully. "Teach it to me when you can. I'll rely on it for the rest of my life."

"I like your style." Ye Chen glanced at him, stepped out of the dust space, and reappeared in the Starry Sky Desert.

His sudden appearance startled the secretly watching cultivators, making them jump. Were people from the various heavens all this elusive these days? Disappearing and reappearing in a flash.

Ye Chen ignored them and continued across the sand, his movements ghostly swift.

Ahead, the desert's end was in sight, bringing him one step closer to Xuan Huang. Though still far away, he could already sense the aura of Xuan Huang—a scent he hadn't encountered in a thousand years.

"You madman, what a madman." As soon as he left the Starry Sky Desert, Ye Chen heard angry shouts growing louder and approaching.

Looking closely, he saw a large group of cultivators rushing toward the desert, clearly fleeing. They were all from the various heavens—cultivators from different sects and many independents.

Their figures were disheveled, many covered in blood and wounds. Their cultivations ranged from Heaven Realm to Great Saint, and they fled desperately without glancing back.

"You little brat, what are you standing there for? Run!" A Saint King passed by Ye Chen and couldn't help but shout at him before dashing into the desert, faster than a rabbit.

"It's obvious—there's a Hong Huang great clan causing chaos in the opposite starry sky." Kui Niu cursed, his bull eyes flashing with icy killing intent.

Ye Chen frowned. Along his journey, he had seen cultivators fleeing before, but the number this time was alarmingly large.

As he thought about it, he casually grabbed one of the passersby—a sleazy young man, skinny as a monkey.

"Are you sick?" The sleazy youth cursed, caught mid-flight and pulled out abruptly. What the hell? I was running for my life, and you're messing things up!

Ye Chen didn't say a word. He swung a palm, striking the sleazy youth so hard he forgot his own name.

That did the trick—the sleazy youth quieted down, his head buzzing and eyes seeing stars. He could barely stand, feeling extremely depressed. Why is it that we're both Saints, but this masked guy is so overpowering? That slap was brutal.

"Which race is causing the chaos?" Ye Chen asked calmly.

"The Qiongqi," the sleazy youth replied nervously, not daring to breathe loudly for fear of angering Ye Chen. "The Qiongqi clan's Ninth Prince is hunting people across the starry sky. He says that as long as Chen Ye doesn't appear, he'll kill a thousand human cultivators each day until Chen Ye shows up."

Ye Chen said nothing, releasing the sleazy youth and shooting off like a divine ray toward that part of the starry sky, his icy killing intent erupting.

Behind him, the sleazy youth scratched his head in confusion. Everyone else was desperate to flee, but this guy was heading straight into danger.

After a final glance, he joined the crowd rushing into the desert. Even Great Saints were escaping, let alone a minor Saint like him. He had worked hard to reach Saint level—he needed to value his life.

In the starry sky, Ye Chen moved at incredible speed, like a meteor streaking with a brilliant arc, his Quasi-Emperor weapon trembling within him.

His silence was terrifying. Those who knew him understood that the calmer he was, the more dangerous he became—like a primordial beast that had slumbered for eons, on the verge of awakening.

"He's been killing too rampantly along the way, so the Hong Huang great clans can't find Ye Chen's boss and are taking it out on human cultivators." Li Changsheng sighed.

"You don't get it." Kui Niu kicked Li Changsheng over. "Haven't you figured it out? Even without our seventh boss, the Hong Huang great clans would find other excuses to slaughter human cultivators. That so-called truce agreement is just a big joke."

PS: One of my uncles passed away, and I just finished handling the funeral today. I'll adjust as quickly as possible and resume normal updates. Thank you all for your continued support.