Chapter 1819

"What came?"

They all looked up, following Ye Chen's gaze, but to their embarrassment, all they could see was the hazy mist and nothing else.

"There's a Chìsè Zhūzǐ that's been circling in the space black hole for several rounds," Ye Chen replied.

"You can see through a black hole?" the crowd exclaimed in surprise.

"With the Lunhui Yan, as long as he wants to look, nothing can hide from him," Rén Wáng said with a smirk, his hands tucked in his sleeves in a somewhat sleazy manner. As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Yuè Huáng, Dōnghuáng Tài Xīn, Dí Xuán, Chǔ Xuán, and the other beautiful women present. In fact, he swept his eyes over all the women there, his gaze seeming to say: Wrap yourselves up tightly, don't let that scoundrel see everything.

Hearing this, the women felt uncomfortable and glanced at Ye Chen, their beautiful eyes sparking with irritation.

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Ye Chen quickly protested. "I'm a man of integrity. I only look at my wife; I haven't peeked at anyone else. You can't wrong me."

"You rogue." Chǔ Xuán pinched Ye Chen, her cheeks flushing red. How embarrassing in front of so many people!

"We're an old married couple; what's there to be shy about?" Ye Chen grinned. "It's not like we haven't seen it all before."

"Stop talking!" Chǔ Xuán stamped her foot in shy anger, on the verge of exploding. Even as the Wǔléi Goddess, she couldn't control the situation—it was like being naked, even with clothes on.

"Let's beat him up when we have time," Díyáo said.

"Sounds good." The group of mischievous quasi-emperors stroked their beards, their expressions full of implication.

Meanwhile, Dōnghuáng Tài Xīn, Yuè Huáng, Dí Xuán, and the other beautiful quasi-emperors looked even more uneasy, subconsciously summoning protective immortal light around themselves. Integrity? Did that guy even have any integrity? He'd done every shameless thing imaginable—who needed integrity? Better to trust a ghost than him.

"Anyway, I didn't look," Ye Chen said, shaking his head.

"Who believes that!" Rén Wáng scoffed, stirring up more trouble and fanning the flames.

"You're wearing red underwear," Ye Chen shot back, glancing at Rén Wáng. "And your little buddy down there is quite impressive."

"As if you don't know what color underwear I'm wearing," Rén Wáng muttered dismissively. "If you can see, I can figure it out. Who can outdo who in shamelessness? Bring it on."

"These two idiots." The group of mischievous quasi-emperors subconsciously covered their crotches, feeling a chill.

"Enough," Yán Huáng said sternly, breaking up the banter and turning to Ye Chen. "Is that pearl still there?"

"It is," Ye Chen answered confidently, seeing it more clearly than anyone. It was hovering around, as if up to something.

"Is there a way to get in?" Chǔ Huáng asked immediately. They were quasi-emperors, but they couldn't communicate with the black hole.

"Yes," Ye Chen replied firmly. "With my current strength, I can only take two people with me."

"That's enough." Chǔ Huáng gripped the Xuānyuán Jiàn, while Yán Huáng held the Kāitiān Fǔ, both quasi-emperors armed with emperor weapons.

"Be careful," Chǔ Xuán warned, sending a stream of immortal light from her body—the emperor weapon Yùrúyì—into Ye Chen.

"Wait for me all cleaned up," Ye Chen said with a smirk, placing one hand on Chǔ Huáng's shoulder and the other on Yán Huáng's. The Great Liùdào Tiāndào activated immediately, forming a vortex that swallowed the three of them, and they vanished in an instant.

"Xiān Lún Tiāndào?" Tiānyuán Shénjiàng frowned slightly.

"More accurately, it's the Great Liùdào Tiāndào. That's far more profound than the Xiān Lún Tiāndào," Rén Wáng said leisurely. "This Liùdào Lúnhuí Yǎn is truly a heaven-seizing creation!"

"I'd love to have a pair myself," Díyáo muttered, still covering his crotch. This was awkward as hell—one look and you could see everything; what a pain.

"Your husband has a promising future," Tiānlǎo said, stroking his beard with a profound look, speaking earnestly to Chǔ Xuán.

Chǔ Xuán gave a dry laugh, her cheeks still flushed and now even redder. Walking the same path as Ye Chen would only lead to more embarrassment in the future—she knew his nature too well.

The space black hole was deep and silent, without a sound.

The Chìsè Zhūzǐ glowed with immortal light, darting around as if it had a spirit, searching for something. It was extraordinary, surrounded by thunderous energy, with faintly visible ancient runes etched on it, exuding an archaic aura.

Chǔ Huáng, Yán Huáng, and Ye Chen entered one after another, positioning themselves on three sides and surrounding the pearl in the center. Ye Chen was unfazed, having seen the pearl before. But Chǔ Huáng and Yán Huáng narrowed their eyes, their quasi-emperor vision unable to penetrate it. This proved Ye Chen hadn't lied—there really was a pearl in the black hole, and he could indeed see through it. As they examined the pearl, they were also shocked by the Lunhui Yan's power—being able to see through a black hole was incredibly dominant.

Just then, Yán Huáng extended his hand, enhanced with emperor might, to grab the Chìsè Zhūzǐ and take it back for study. To Ye Chen and Chǔ Huáng's surprise, the pearl buzzed and shattered Yán Huáng's hand. Not only that, it forced Yán Huáng himself to stagger back, steadying himself in shock. "An emperor weapon?"

"It has emperor essence but no emperor might," Chǔ Huáng pondered, his Xuānyuán Jiàn trembling in response to another emperor weapon.

"It's not a true emperor weapon—somewhere between an emperor weapon and a quasi-emperor weapon," Ye Chen analyzed, seeing through its nature.

"Don't even think about it." As they spoke, Yán Huáng shouted lightly, for the Chìsè Zhūzǐ was trying to escape. Its speed was incredible, like a fleeting shadow, hard to capture and eerily elusive.

"Suppress it!" Chǔ Huáng commanded, summoning the Xuānyuán Jiàn, its emperor might surging with ultimate principles.

"Suppress it!" Yán Huáng grunted, calling forth the Kāitiān Fǔ.

"Suppress it!" Ye Chen followed suit, bringing out the Yùrúyì, awakening its ultimate emperor might to devastate heaven and earth. The three emperor weapons shone like three suns, illuminating the black hole and weaving their ultimate emperor might together. This time, the Chìsè Zhūzǐ quieted down, buzzing but unable to move, firmly held under the weapons' pressure.

"Come here, it's warmer inside," Ye Chen said, summoning his great cauldron and flipping it over to swallow the Chìsè Zhūzǐ.

"This space black hole truly holds both danger and opportunity," Chǔ Huáng and Yán Huáng remarked as they gathered, sighing in amazement. The place was dark and lifeless; they could hardly imagine Ye Chen spending a hundred years in the black hole. They wondered what expressions they would have if they knew he had walked alone in the Liùdào Lúnhuí for a thousand years—that isolation was more cruel than any torture.

"It's still not behaving." Ye Chen shouted as the Chìsè Zhūzǐ jumped around inside the cauldron. Seeing this, Chǔ Huáng and Yán Huáng threw their emperor weapons into the cauldron, along with the Yùrúyì, finally subduing it.

"That's better. Behave yourself, and we'll all get along," Ye Chen said, retrieving the Hùndùn Cauldron and gathering his pupil power.

"Rén Wáng probably knows about this," Chǔ Huáng and Yán Huáng exchanged a glance before joining Ye Chen, preparing to leave. But before Ye Chen could activate the Tiāndào, a loud rumble echoed from one side of the black hole, shaking everything. The three frowned and turned to look.

There, clouds churned with overwhelming murderous energy, and beams of destructive immortal light danced, forming apocalyptic visions that made hearts tremble.

"Who's battling in the black hole?" Yán Huáng frowned.

"The aura feels very familiar," Chǔ Huáng said, his eyes deep, though he couldn't pierce the visions to see the fighters.

Only Ye Chen could see clearly. His Lunhui Yan pierced through illusions, revealing two towering figures locked in combat—one with black hair, the other with white—clashing with equal ferocity, their every collision sending waves of destructive light outward. Ye Chen narrowed his eyes even more, focusing his pupil power to identify them. They looked identical, like twins. Both had empty eyes and wooden expressions, like cold puppets or walking corpses.

"It's them," Ye Chen said, his face full of surprise.

"Them? Who?" Chǔ Huáng and Yán Huáng turned to him.

"Hóngchén and Liùdào," Ye Chen took a deep breath.