Chapter 1866: The Wheel-Turning Eye

"Alright." The grand event was bustling and exhilarating, with cheers erupting one after another from the younger generation of the various heavens, all gathered around the battle platform, waving banners high and shouting encouragement for the Fa Shen.

On the battle platform, Gui Ken was covered in blood and mangled bones, beaten beyond recognition. Despite his secret techniques reaching the heavens, he could barely withstand the Fa Shen's assaults, spitting blood repeatedly and nearly being cleaved in two several times.

Yet, the fiend showed no anger—instead, he grinned ferociously, his blood-red eyes flickering with a cunning gleam from time to time.

The group of princes from Hong Huang were even more relaxed, laughing mockingly without a care, as if they looked down on Ye Chen entirely, each one acting as if they were invincible.

"Where does their confidence come from?" The heirs of the various emperor paths were all stroking their chins with one hand, muttering to themselves in confusion. They knew full well he couldn't win, yet he was laughing so cheerfully.

It wasn't just them who were puzzled—the spectators from all sides felt the same.

Up until now, no one could figure out why these princes were so confident. Even the Teng She with the bloodline limit had been defeated, yet they acted as if nothing had happened.

While the scene was lively here, the underground palace of Yao Chi was extremely quiet.

The Xian Mu stood silently, her divine form graceful and dreamlike, like an illusion.

Ye Chen had his arms crossed over his chest, standing still and watching the Ren Wang, who was circling around the altar.

"Where did this female Sheng Ti come from?" the Ren Wang muttered as he paced and scratched his head, his expression as vivid as Ye Chen's had been earlier. He grumbled to himself, "How can there be a female Sheng Ti? This completely upends the laws."

"Clearly, he doesn't know either," Ye Chen shrugged.

"Are you the remnant soul of the Ren Huang, the originator of Zhou Tian evolution? Can you deduce her origins?" the Xian Mu asked softly.

"I'll give it a try." The Ren Wang rolled up his sleeves, formed a hand seal with one hand, and finally closed his eyes slightly, bringing his two fingers together and gently placing them on the female Sheng Ti's forehead. A layer of halo spread out.

They waited again, with the Xian Mu and Ye Chen watching quietly, both harboring hopes that the Ren Wang could uncover the secrets.

After some time, the Ren Wang finally moved, lightly waving his hand and drawing out three drops of blood from Ye Chen.

Then, he guided the sacred blood: one drop into the female Sheng Ti's forehead, one into his own, and the third suspended in midair, transforming into ancient divine patterns.

What followed were intricate incantations. Not even Ye Chen, let alone the Xian Mu, could understand them, as the language belonged to an ancient era, a form of archaic spell.

"I need to chat with him when I have time," Ye Chen stroked his chin. The Ren Huang had created Zhou Tian, and the Ren Wang was the remnant soul of the Ren Huang, so his version of Zhou Tian evolution was the most orthodox.

In terms of divination, no one in the world could match the Ren Wang, not even Ye Chen himself. The authentic Zhou Tian could seize heaven's fortune and create wonders. Just take these incantations—for instance, Ye Chen had never heard of them, and the Zhou Tian evolution he practiced didn't involve such ancient spells.

"That's impossible!" the Ren Wang murmured, slowly retracting his divination technique, but his brows furrowed even deeper. "This female Sheng Ti leaves no trace in the world."

"What do you mean by no trace?" the Xian Mu asked, puzzled.

"No source imprint—in simple terms, she has no parents, just appeared out of nowhere," the Ren Wang explained slowly.

"Born from heaven and earth?" Ye Chen ventured.

"She wasn't born by anyone. She just whooshed into existence, with no cause before and no effect after, a complete blank," the Ren Wang said. "In all my years of divining for people, she's the first existence like this I've encountered."

"Then what exactly is she?" Ye Chen asked in astonishment.

"Without a source imprint, she's transcended beyond the six paths," the Ren Wang pondered. "My cultivation is too shallow; only a great emperor could truly discern what she is."

"The world is full of wonders and strangeness," Ye Chen muttered, stroking his chin. He activated his Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan and stared at the female Sheng Ti, hoping to find some clues.

It was indeed a true Sheng Ti, with solidified Sheng blood, but only faint strands of source essence. Under the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan, nothing particularly unusual stood out.

Lacking a source imprint and transcending the six paths made her even stranger than Ruoxi—at least Ruoxi left some traces in the world.

"Are you certain the Yao Chi Nu Di left no words behind?" the Ren Wang asked, glancing sideways at the Xian Mu.

"She only instructed us at Yao Chi to suppress her for generations, nothing more," the Yao Chi Xian Mu replied calmly. "Our predecessors at Yao Chi once sought answers from other great emperors, but none revealed any secrets, just as the Yao Chi Nu Di said: 'The era has suppressed her.'"

"Heaven's secrets cannot be leaked?" the Ren Wang raised an eyebrow. "Her origins are taboo— even great emperors dare not touch it? Dare not reveal her identity to the world?"

Thud!

As they spoke, Ye Chen suddenly spat out blood without warning, startling the Xian Mu and Ren Wang.

Ye Chen looked terrible, his face pale, blood trickling from the corners of his eyes, and his gaze dimmed.

"Peering recklessly and suffering backlash from this female Sheng Ti?" the Ren Wang and Xian Mu rushed forward, each pointing a finger at Ye Chen's forehead to help suppress the backlash.

"It's not the female Sheng Ti—it's Gui Ken," Ye Chen wiped the blood from his mouth and looked toward the battle platform through the underground palace.

On the battle platform, only Gui Ken remained, as Ye Chen's Sheng Zhan Fa Shen had already dissipated—it had been destroyed.

"That can't be!" the Ren Wang also saw the scene on the battle platform. "The Fa Shen and the main body are equally matched; there's no reason it should lose to Gui Ken."

"The backlash comes from the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan," the Xian Mu observed more clearly, her beautiful eyes narrowing as she stared at Ye Chen's eyes, detecting a terrifying force attacking the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan.

"This is getting interesting," Ye Chen sneered, stepping out of the underground palace. With a few strides of shrinking the earth into inches, he crossed dozens of mountain peaks and landed heavily on the battle platform, sending rocks flying.

"One Fa Shen, and you think you can defeat me? You're underestimating this king," Gui Ken snarled with a grin, his bloodied face twisted and demonic, sinister and terrifying.

"No wonder you're so confident—you've been waiting for me," Ye Chen sighed, focusing intently on Gui Ken's eyes.

Gui Ken's eyes had changed significantly from before. Upon closer inspection, a wheel-like mark could be seen deep in his pupils, spinning rapidly and containing a mysterious power that made one's mind blur.

It wasn't just Ye Chen—all the onlookers were staring at Gui Ken's eyes.

As spectators, they saw it most clearly: the Fa Shen had been dominating completely, but as Gui Ken's eyes changed, the Fa Shen inexplicably vomited blood, its combat strength plummeting, and it was no match for Gui Ken, who then obliterated it with a single palm.

Everything had happened so abruptly that the onlookers still didn't understand what had occurred.

"What a surprise—Gui Ken actually has the Zhuan Lun Yan," Li Fengqiu remarked with a sigh. "That explains it."

"Zhuan Lun Yan? Is it that impressive?" Kui Niu asked in shock.

"It's pretty basic," Chen Yi said. "If we rank eye pupils, Zhuan Lun Yan is at the very bottom."

"Don't kid me," Kui Niu scoffed. "A bottom-tier eye pupil that can harm Old Seven's Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan?"

"There's no helping it—that's just how it works," Mu Yang shrugged. "Zhuan Lun Yan doesn't have any special abilities; it specifically counters the Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan, making you question your existence. It's like the saying goes: heavenly cycles have their turns, and one thing conquers another."

"There's such nonsense?" Kui Niu couldn't help but curse.

"The Hong Huang princes are so confident because they've targeted Ye Chen's weakness," Tian Shuo said leisurely, glancing toward the opposite side.

The Hong Huang princes were laughing heartily.

This was a scheme, specifically aimed at Ye Chen: heavily damaging his Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan, leading to the destruction of his Fa Shen, which in turn affected his main body and caused his combat strength to plummet.

This was their plan, their source of confidence. A pair of Zhuan Lun Yan was enough to turn the tide.

And the facts proved they succeeded, catching Ye Chen off guard as his Liu Dao Lun Hui Yan sealed itself and entered a dormant state.

With that, divine abilities like Tian Dao and Tian Zang couldn't be used—a blow as devastating as destruction itself.

This backlash also affected Ye Chen's fundamental Dao source. This wasn't just countering—it was countering to the point of death.

"Ye Chen, do you like this gift from this king?" Gui Ken sneered, his fangs gleaming menacingly, his eyes glowing green like a demon in broad daylight.

"Showing such filial piety to me as a father figure—it's truly touching," Ye Chen clicked his tongue. "How thoughtful."

"To thank you, this king will refine your Sheng body into the perfect puppet, making you kneel like a dog at this king's feet for all eternity," Gui Ken laughed even more ferociously, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Your intelligence is truly moving—it makes one worry," Ye Chen said, pulling out a massive iron plate made of Di Zang meteorite. "Forgetting your medicine before going out can lead to serious consequences."