Chapter 1823: Don't Cry, Mother

"Ye Chen." Even though Ye Chen roared lowly, the group of beautiful women still threw themselves forward, each one utterly determined.

"Get away." Ye Chen shouted hoarsely, his face twisted in a grotesque expression as he unfurled a formation diagram, separating himself from the women.

But this formation couldn't stop Chu Xuan. He had an emperor weapon, and no array could withstand its divine power.

"If you come closer, I'll die." Ye Chen growled again.

Only then did Chu Xuan abruptly stop, not daring to advance further, afraid that the ultimate emperor's might would endanger Ye Chen's life.

"How could this be?" The master of Yu Nu Peak and the Wu Lei Shen Nu both looked pale and helpless, unsure of what had happened to Ye Chen or how to help him.

"How could this be?" The other women felt the same, trembling uncontrollably, their faces drained of color by Ye Chen's condition.

Ye Chen clutched his head, roaring in agony as pitch-black lightning inexplicably materialized, tearing through his internal organs, meridians, limbs, bones, and origin dao root. On his domineering ancient holy body, it left one bloody gash after another, intent on devouring him completely.

That was the power of annihilation, enveloping his entire body. Just looking at it made one's heart tremble and soul sting.

"Tian Qian." Lin Shi Hua's voice shook with sobs, her eyes full of tears, as if she recognized that pitch-black lightning.

Back in the Tian Ting of Da Chu Star, Ye Chen had been like this, crouching like a dog, his holy body overwhelmed by the black lightning. She had rushed forward to hold him and share the burden.

It was only because Long Yi arrived in time to pull her away that she wasn't obliterated. Tian Qian was far too terrifying.

As she said, it was indeed Tian Qian, targeted at Ye Chen alone. No one could suffer the punishment in his place; he had to endure it by himself.

"What is Tian Qian?" All the women turned to look at Lin Shi Hua.

Including Chu Xuan, none of them had ever seen it before. In the past, Ye Chen had never shown Tian Qian in front of them. Lin Shi Hua's encounter had been a coincidence.

The ancient holy body, defiant against the heavens, was far too proud to appear so wretched in front of his own women.

"The punishment from the heavens above." Lin Shi Hua choked back tears. "In his previous life, Senior Brother Ye went through this."

With those words, all the women covered their mouths, their eyes misting over with frost-like tears that overflowed and streamed down their cheeks.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have known that over these hundreds of years, Ye Chen had suffered so much pain, tormented by the Tian Qian lightning until his body was covered in wounds.

Especially Liu Ru Yan, whose tears fell like rain, crying the hardest.

Ye Chen had incurred the heavens' wrath entirely because of her.

Back then, after her death, Ye Chen had fallen into madness, unlocking his bloodline limits and slaughtering his way through Bei Chu, leaving mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. That was when he provoked Tian Qian.

As the eleventh emperor of Da Chu, her guilt toward him would haunt her for a lifetime, binding her through endless ages.

"Damn heavens." Chu Xuan's eyes were ice-cold as she summoned her ultimate emperor weapon, intent on erasing Ye Chen's Tian Qian.

"Emperor weapons are useless against Tian Qian." Before she could act, a cold snort interrupted her, and two figures appeared.

Even before seeing their faces, their shiny, bald heads were visible, gleaming like light bulbs in the dead of night.

No need to guess—it was Long Yi and Long Wu. They had been peeping from the opposite mountain peak and hadn't expected to witness Ye Chen's Tian Qian.

"It's definitely Tian Qian." Long Yi stared intently at Ye Chen, his brows furrowed, not daring to get too close.

"Wasn't it gone? How did it follow from his previous life to this one?" Long Wu's face was also grim, full of confusion.

"Uncle, please save him!" Lin Shi Hua pleaded through her tears, her heart aching at the scene.

"The punishment from the heavens must be borne by him alone, like a heavenly tribulation." Long Yi sighed and shook his head. "There's nothing we can do."

"In his previous life, he endured it, and he'll do the same in this one." Long Wu took a deep breath. "Everyone, stay away from him."

As the two spoke, the women cried even harder, and even Chu Xuan's face turned ashen. All of this was too sudden.

Ye Chen continued to roar, clutching his head and crouching on the ground.

His condition was terrifying, with not an inch of intact skin left on his body. His muscles and bones were fracturing inch by inch, and the wounds refused to heal, one after another marking his form.

Even he didn't know that deducing the Zhu Xian Sword had triggered this Tian Qian. It truly lived up to its name as the sword of the heavens.

Moreover, this Tian Qian was more intense than any in his previous life. With his foundation, it was hard to resist.

However, just as he was suffering unbearably, the Tian Qian lightning began to inexplicably fade, vanishing without a trace.

Long Yi and Long Wu were stunned, narrowing their eyes in confusion. It wasn't so much that it disappeared on its own, but rather that some force had absorbed it, dispelling the Tian Qian for him.

The women clenched their hands tightly, excited to see the Tian Qian recede, instinctively thinking Ye Chen had overcome it.

On the peak of Ming Shan in the Ming Realm, both Di Huang and Ming Di furrowed their brows. They had been watching the entire time.

The two supreme beings exchanged a glance, looked at Ye Chen, and then turned their gazes in unison to another direction.

It was a star in the various heavens, an ordinary mortal star.

Named Hua Fan Star, in a secluded bamboo grove, a woman held a crying infant in her arms, the child's body covered in lightning.

"A Tian Qian body?" Ming Di was taken aback by what he saw.

"He actually has a child in the world." Di Huang said in surprise.

"Clearly, the child's mother is also someone who suffered Tian Qian. Only by combining with Ye Chen could they create a Tian Qian body." Ming Di pondered, uncovering the secret.

"All the Tian Qian from his parents will be absorbed by the child."

"A Saint Spirit body and a Tian Qian body—Ye Chen's children are one more monstrous than the last!" Ming Di laughed.

Di Huang's eyes showed pity. Such a young child had been enduring punishment for his parents since birth.

As a supreme being, how could he not know the terror of Tian Qian? The agony for a tiny infant would be unimaginable.

"Child, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." On Hua Fan Star, Ji Ning Shuang choked back tears, her beauty evoking pity as she spoke.

The helpless mother feared not the Tian Qian lightning; she just held her child with Ye Chen tightly, heartbroken at his suffering yet powerless to help. It felt like a knife twisting in her heart.

Their fateful union destined the child to live with Tian Qian as a companion, enduring torment in pain.

The infant in the swaddling clothes was still crying, tears streaming down.

Though small, he seemed to understand things, seeing his mother cry and stopping his own sobs, biting his lips until blood seeped from his teeth, as if saying:Mother, don't cry.

But the more he did this, the more painfully Ji Ning Shuang cried.

Such a strong and resilient nature, so similar to Ye Chen's.

Like father, like son. The father was unyielding and shook the heavens, and he, from a young age, did not disgrace his ancestors' legacy, using his tiny body to withstand the heavens' lightning.

On Yu Nu Peak, Ye Chen had fainted. With the Tian Qian lightning gone, his holy body was torn with wounds, no longer resembling a human form, as if he had survived a world-shaking heavenly tribulation.

The women rushed forward, pouring in pills or their origin essence energy frantically, their crystalline tears dripping all over him.

"Who's absorbing his Tian Qian?" Long Yi rubbed his bald head, his insight sharp enough to see through it, though he was completely baffled.

"Swallowing even Tian Qian—truly unheard of." Long Wu was equally puzzled, unable to figure out the cause.

By now, the women had lifted Ye Chen and carried him back to his room, piling it high with all sorts of spiritual pills and elixirs.

Without the Tian Qian, Ye Chen slept peacefully. The bloody gashes on his body were healing on their own, and the sacred blood flowing out was reversing back. Full recovery was just a matter of time.

In a way, he was truly unfortunate. From entering Tian Xuan Gate to now, this was the umpteenth time he had fainted and been injured. As someone afflicted by Tian Qian, his life was full of misery.

The night fell into quietness again, accompanied by blood and tears.

At the base of Yu Nu Peak, the group of talents that Ye Chen had driven away gathered once more, squatting in a neat row.

To watch the live scene, their determination was truly steadfast, filling the elders of Heng Yue with a sense of pride.

But they were destined for disappointment. Some things were too awkward—even if the women were willing, Ye Chen had to be awake for that, and now he was injured and lying in bed.

The women sat around the bed, tears flowing endlessly, their hearts breaking as they cried. The man they loved had suffered far too much along his path.