Chapter 1809

Chapter 1809: Just Luck

Within the bizarre domain gate passage, the quasi-emperors of Da Chu and the divine generals of the Emperor stood solemnly, journeying towards Da Chu.

This Emperor-level domain gate spanned the starry sky, etched into the river of time, overturning laws and reversing the universe.

"Excited?" Ren Wang poked Ye Chen, winking and making faces, his smile a bit lewd and utterly punchable.

"How could I not be?" Ye Chen's eyes sparkled with brilliance as he forcibly suppressed his surging emotions, his heart pounding wildly.

The lost child was finally returning home. That road back was filled with blood and tears, a saga of hardship spanning past and present lives, enduring for a thousand years.

"Your Chu Xuan is still alive," Donghuang Taiyi said with a gentle smile. "She's on her ninth Dao fusion and has returned to Da Chu. You should go back to Hengyue first; she'll need a few more days to regain her senses."

"I understand." Ye Chen's eyes brimmed with tears, and in his hazy vision, he seemed to see that graceful figure turning back with a smile.

"Your Nanming Yushu is also still here," Donghuang Taiyi added with a light laugh. "She's waiting for you in her vibrant red wedding dress."

"She... she's still alive?" Ye Chen suddenly looked up.

"With me around, how could she have died?" Ren Wang smoothed his hair and adjusted his collar, exuding an air of confidence.

Ye Chen didn't believe him and turned to look at Xuan Huang instead.

Xuan Huang smiled and nodded gently, showing the warmth of an elder, though a hint of guilt lingered. He was the renowned sovereign of Da Chu, yet he hadn't been a good father.

Ye Chen's body trembled, tears welling up as waves of emotion overwhelmed him.

He had traded his life for hers, thinking he'd never repay that debt in this lifetime. Now that she was alive, how could he not be moved?

Their bond was shattered and scarred, yet tied by fate.

The Nanming Yushu of his past life was now Hua Wu in this one, dancing in her wedding dress, as enchanting as an immortal, etched into his soul.

"Thank you for still being alive." Ye Chen smiled through his tears, knowing it hadn't been in vain—his past life's act of severing his soul to save her.

"There's something I've been wanting to ask since you died," Yan Huang said slowly, interrupting Ye Chen's thoughts.

"Go ahead, senior," Ye Chen replied, steadying his mind.

"Who exactly killed you back then?" Yan Huang asked, drawing the attention of all the quasi-emperors.

Ye Chen wiped away his tears, his eyes flashing with icy coldness. "It was the Zhuxian Jian. It severed my life soul."

"Zhuxian Jian?" The quasi-emperors' faces turned cold at the mention. That sword, claiming to be from the heavens, had caused far too much slaughter.

Only now did they learn the true cause of Ye Chen's death.

They had all assumed it was from battling the Dou Emperor, but it was actually a sneak attack by the Zhuxian Jian. This secret would shock the entire realm.

"Can Hongchen and Liudao return?" Ye Chen asked. "They separated from my body to pursue the Zhuxian Jian."

"Three years, and no word," Ren Wang said, shaking his head lightly. "Both their life fates are tied to the cycle of reincarnation. Even I can't divine their whereabouts, but it's certain they're still alive."

"Those two are the real tough ones!" Beilin Shenjiang exclaimed with a sigh, and no one disagreed.

They recalled how, back then, Hongchen, Liudao, and Ye Chen had merged, nearly triggering an Emperor Tribulation. Borrowing their cultivation and Ye Chen's bloodline, they had elevated a Heavenly Realm Eucharist to great completion and even defied the heavens to slay an Emperor.

Otherwise, the myriad realms might have been utterly destroyed.

A flawless Emperor was terrifying beyond measure, capable of annihilating everything in the world. All below the Emperor level were mere ants, unable to stand against them.

Sadly, since the Emperor's departure, no Emperor had sat in the realms. If one had, would the Heavenly Demons have dared to rampage so freely?

Speaking of Emperors, everyone couldn't help but think of the Yin Cao Di Fu.

Why was it that, among the three realms, the human realm had no supreme beings, while the underworld had two?

It was truly infuriating—people compared to people, realms compared to realms. At that moment, they all felt like cursing.

"Your bloodline is several times purer than in your past life. You must have gained many opportunities in the underworld," Tianlao said with a smile, drawing everyone's gaze once more.

"The origin of Chen Zhan, the divine repository of Di Huang, and the sacred bone of Ba Yuan," Ye Chen replied with a laugh, keeping it simple and straightforward.

"No wonder," they said, even the quasi-emperors' composure shaken as they looked at Ye Chen in disbelief.

Ba Yuan, the first great completion Eucharist in history, started the legend of the Eucharist rivaling Emperors.

Di Huang, for the sake of Yue Shang achieving Emperor status, single-handedly blocked the five Emperors of the Heavenly Demon Realm at the universe's edge. Without him, there would be no Donghua Nvdi; without Donghua Nvdi, there would be no prosperity or continuation of the myriad realms.

Chen Zhan, the last Eucharist of the ancient era, marked the division between the ancient and prehistoric times with his death, earning supreme glory.

The most astonishing three great completion Euchaists in the realm's history.

Their origins, sacred bones, and divine repositories were now gathered in one person—that was the legacy of their predecessors, and he carried their mission and glory, truly extraordinary.

"This death was quite the blessing," whether the quasi-emperors of Da Chu or the divine generals of the Emperor, they all couldn't help but laugh.

"Just luck," Ye Chen said lightly, and that was spot on—his fortune was heaven-defying.

The quasi-emperors felt awkward; compared to him, they were all lacking.

He could turn death into opportunity, having died multiple times, each more extreme than the last, to the point where the world had grown used to it.

The passage fell silent, with no one speaking further. Each person was lost in their own thoughts, unsure of what they were pondering.

"What are you thinking about, Xuan?" Hua Qingluo turned to Di Xuan, and the quasi-emperors' expressions turned awkward. Only Di Xuan furrowed her brows slightly, occasionally glancing at Ye Chen.

Di Xuan didn't respond, her brows furrowing deeper. The Emperor Sword within her was buzzing intensely for some unknown reason.

Her brother the Emperor's weapon had never acted this way before. She could sense that this Emperor artifact was filled with confusion.

If the artifact was confused, so was she. Emperor weapons had spirits, and its restlessness must be a sign of something.

As they spoke, a light gate appeared ahead, radiating divine light and surging with spatial forces—they had reached the entrance to Da Chu.

Before even stepping out, Ye Chen could already smell the air of Da Chu, warm like streams of comfort flowing into his heart.

"We'll wait for you at Tianxuan Men," Donghuang Taiyi said, stepping out of the light gate. The nine sovereigns of Da Chu, the quasi-emperors of Tianxuan Men, and the nine great divine generals followed suit.

"It won't be long," Ye Chen said, not far behind, stepping out right after the quasi-emperors.

"What the hell?" It was said that he was different from the others—as the quasi-emperors exited without a sound, his emergence was met with a furious shout, booming and full of grit.

The quasi-emperors turned back in surprise to see what was happening.

On a mountain peak, there were two old men—one fat, one thin—stewing meat in a large iron pot, its aroma wafting everywhere.

That wasn't the issue; the ridiculous part was that Ye Chen, stepping out of the light gate, had planted his foot right into the meat pot without missing a beat.

There he stood, perfectly straight, planted in the human meat stew.

The scene was quite a sight, leaving the quasi-emperors twitching their mouths. What precision!

"Who are you? Where did you come from? What did I ever do to you?" the fat old man bellowed, jumping three feet high in rage.

"Deliberate, right?" the thin old man howled at the top of his lungs. "We hadn't even started eating, and you just stomped in. You ruined a whole pot of stew!"

The two went off like firecrackers, one insult after another, yelling as if their lives depended on it.

Ye Chen, however, ignored them completely, standing there in the pot like a stone statue, gazing around.

In his eyes was a vast expanse of mountains and rivers, with mighty rivers flowing and towering peaks rising, the broad land exuding an ancient aura.

Before dawn, the starlight and moonlight still shone, cascading down and draping the land in a layer of splendor.

"Da Chu." Ye Chen's eyes welled with hot tears as he greedily breathed in the air. It had been a thousand years since he left.

Every flower, every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain, every river, every star, every moon—it was all as clear as in his memories.

"Why's he crying now?" the fat old man said, stunned.

"Probably got stewed to tears," the thin old man stroked his beard. "I used real fire, blazing hot."

"I'm home," Ye Chen said with a choked laugh as they spoke, then stepped out of the iron pot.

Like a divine ray, he shot toward Hengyue as fast as lightning.

In the deep starry sky, he traced a brilliant arc, dazzlingly bright, like a meteor to anyone who saw it.

"You ruined my pot of meat and didn't even apologize—what kind of person are you? Eat dirt!" the fat old man cursed.

"Old Bai, don't you think that guy looks familiar?" the thin old man rubbed his chin, muttering.

"Familiar? Does he?" the fat old man raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't he look a lot like the holy lord of Da Chu's heavenly court?"

"Now that you mention it... he does a bit." The fat old man scratched his head, looking bewildered.

The two chatted away happily, while Ye Chen flew swiftly, his eyes moist as he gazed at the magnificent landscape below.

It wasn't until sometime later that he landed in a spiritual mountain range.

The mountains were shrouded in mist, hazy and ethereal, glowing with light, like a paradise on earth.

This was Hengyue Sect, the home he had endured countless hardships to return to, just as in his past life—everything felt so familiar.

At the base of Jade Maiden Peak, he stood quietly, looking up at the mountain, feeling a sense of unreality, as if it were all a fleeting dream.

Jade Maiden Peak was still the same Jade Maiden Peak. On the peak was his tomb and his beloved companions, their beautiful faces etched with sorrow, tears still lingering at the corners of their eyes.

Ye Chen watched, tears streaming down his face, the emotions suppressed for centuries overflowing, each drop ancient and weathered.

In that instant, his hair turned strand by strand to snow white, shimmering with light and dusted with the grime of time.

His eyes grew hazy, and in his daze, memories of the past flooded back—memories that lingered even after a full cycle of reincarnation.

"Who are you?" a voice of surprise came from behind.

It was a fatty—or more accurately, a heap of flesh—holding a jar of wine and eyeing Ye Chen's back with curiosity.

This was undoubtedly Xiong Er. Three years had passed, and while he hadn't grown taller, his fat had piled on even more.

It was a new day, and he was heading to Jade Maiden Peak with wine to pay respects to Ye Chen, as he did every year.

Today, he had gotten up early for once, only to run into this strange figure standing at the base of the peak like a spear.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Who are you?" Seeing no response, Xiong Er asked again, his small eyes narrowing.

Ye Chen snapped out of his thoughts and slowly turned, offering a weathered smile.

"Fatty, long time no see."