Chapter 1891: Bloodline Revival, Divine Treasure Unveiled

Boom! Rumbling thunder!

The ruins shook violently, filled with thunderous roars that echoed through the nine heavens.

Battles raged everywhere, not just for treasures, but mostly the merciless slaughter by the Hong Huang race.

In a deep abyss, blood light burst forth, accompanied by constant booms, as a fierce fight unfolded.

Inside, several familiar figures could be seen: Nan Di, Bei Sheng, Zhong Huang, and Xi Zun from Xuan Huang.

Surrounding them was an impressive force: four Hong Huang crown princes, six Hong Huang great saints, and one Hong Huang quasi-emperor standing aside, watching leisurely with a mocking and cruel expression.

"We're about to be wiped out!" Nan Di coughed up blood, his face pale, his body covered in countless wounds. His bloodline burned, awakening hidden divine repositories, and behind him, a faint Qilin apparition began to form.

"At least we'll take a crown prince down with us to live up to our reputation." Zhong Huang laughed casually, ancient divine patterns etching across his brow. His bloodline power surged, becoming several times more dominant in an instant.

"In times of crisis, bloodline reversion isn't bad at all." Bei Sheng murmured softly, like Zhong Huang, with immortal patterns appearing on her brow. Her three thousand strands of hair turned into bloodline threads one by one, her aura soaring several times over, transforming her origin power into battle armor.

"Amitabha, how wonderful." Xi Zun recited his mantra smoothly, though he had returned to secular life, his body now radiated Buddha light. His long hair receded, turning him back into a Buddha. Vast Nian force gathered, and the sound of Buddha bells rang like grand drums, deep and resonant, as his oppressive presence reached its peak.

The four of them had their auras enhanced, not through secret techniques, but through bloodline reversion, fully opening their divine repositories.

This change granted them overwhelming combat power, allowing them to match the Hong Huang crown princes. If given enough time, they could fuse their bloodlines, Dao principles, and divine repositories to even challenge an emperor's child.

Unfortunately, their attackers wouldn't give them that chance.

"How interesting." Xue Qiao Tai Zi sneered sinisterly, his eyes full of savage glee.

"You slippery eel, you're mine." Nan Di roared, soaring into the sky toward Xue Qiao Tai Zi, transforming into his true form—a massive Qilin like a mountain, its enormous eyes blazing like fire.

"Insect." Xue Qiao Tai Zi snorted coldly, also shifting into his true form. It did resemble an eel, but enormous, even larger than a Teng She, which was already bigger than a Cang Long. Its body snaked like a dragon, its evasion techniques profound, spitting thunder from its mouth and shooting divine light from its eyes.

Nan Di clashed with it in a primal battle, but even with bloodline reversion, he was utterly suppressed by Xue Qiao Tai Zi, barely holding his ground as blood marks scarred his Qilin body.

There was no helping it—his bloodline was inferior. If Jiu Chen were here, that Qilin could smash Xue Qiao Tai Zi into bloody pulp with one swipe.

"You little centipede, come here." Zhong Huang bellowed. Normally composed, he now seemed wild, perhaps knowing this was his final battle, finally opening his heart and unleashing his true self.

The "little centipede" he referred to was no small fry—a Hong Huang centipede from the clan, transformed into its true form, as large as a Teng She, clad in thick armor with legs like peerless divine blades.

Though Zhong Huang's bloodline had reverted and his power had risen, he nearly met his end in the first exchange, almost bleeding out into the void.

Meanwhile, Xi Zun and Bei Sheng also shot into the sky, one facing the Hong Huang Tun Tian Blood Mang, the other the Hong Huang Spider Tai Zi.

The battle erupted, shattering the abyss inch by inch, with flying debris turning to ash as it fell.

It was four against four, shaking heaven and earth, while the six Hong Huang great saints and the Hong Huang quasi-emperor stayed out of it, forming a barrier to prevent Nan Di and the others from escaping.

They were mere spectators. In their eyes, the four crown princes were enough, and they could simply enjoy the show, each smirking faintly and licking their blood-red tongues. Nan Di and his group's bloodlines weren't weak; devouring them would be quite the treat. They were a catch of big fish, and their luck was good.

But they overestimated the four crown princes and underestimated Nan Di, Bei Sheng, and the others.

With bloodline reversion and divine repositories fully opened, those they viewed as ants unleashed their hidden power completely. From being suppressed at first, they turned the tide, forcing the Hong Huang crown princes to bleed.

"Delay could bring changes." The Hong Huang quasi-emperor snorted coldly. "Finish this quickly."

At his command, the six Hong Huang great saints charged in, each wielding deadly divine weapons.

With their addition, Nan Di and Bei Sheng's pressure intensified, turning what was a one-on-one fight into a free-for-all.

After just thirty or fifty exchanges, the four were wounded and fell from the void, their vital energy fading, their protective immortal light flickering unstably. Standing on the ground, they could barely keep their footing.

"Kill the other three; leave Bei Sheng for me." The centipede Tai Zi grinned, baring his fangs, his face vicious, his gaze openly lewd and frenzied with excitement.

"How about it? Want to hog her all to yourself?" The other three crown princes, along with the six great saints and the quasi-emperor, all licked their lips, having long coveted Bei Sheng's beauty. Now that she was in their grasp, how could they not indulge? Their primal beastly desires were impossible to restrain.

Bei Sheng's face was ice-cold, and Nan Di, Zhong Huang, and Xi Zun's expressions weren't much better.

"A bunch of ants." The Hong Huang quasi-emperor sneered, raising his hand to form a massive palm that descended from the sky.

But at that moment, a sword light suddenly appeared, overwhelmingly dominant. It severed the Hong Huang quasi-emperor's head, and the descending hand shattered along with it.

"Who is it?" The Hong Huang crown princes and great saints roared, their faces changing drastically. Anyone who could decapitate a quasi-emperor with one sword had to be at least an emperor's child level.

"Looks like I didn't arrive too late." A faint laugh echoed through the nine heavens as Ye Chen, clad in black robes, appeared. He ignored the Hong Huang clan members and just winked at Nan Di, Bei Sheng, and the others, his eyes seeming to ask: Am I handsome?

"Not too late." Bei Sheng shot Ye Chen a fierce glare. Seeing him reminded her of the ancient ruins, and thinking of the ancient ruins made her feel as exposed as if that rogue had seen everything.

"I told you, it's not our time to die." Nan Di laughed, recognizing Ye Chen from his gaze. If he could tell, so could Xi Zun and Zhong Huang—they were all too familiar with that look.

"You dare ambush me? You're asking for death." As they spoke, the Hong Huang quasi-emperor whose head had been severed erupted in rage, regenerating a new one, his eyes blood-red and face twisted in fury. From his brow, he fired electric light—a divine mirror, his life-bound weapon, radiating with golden brilliance.

Ye Chen smirked without a word, launching a direct assault. He summoned the Hun Dun Ding, smashing it toward the divine mirror.

In a flash, he stepped forward with shrinking earth into inches, instantly closing in on the Hong Huang quasi-emperor and slashing with his palm.

The quasi-emperor's expression changed; he hadn't expected Ye Chen's movement techniques to be so elusive.

In the blink of an eye, his divine mirror was shattered by the Hun Dun Ding. With his life-bound weapon destroyed, the backlash hit him hard, spraying blood from his mouth. At the same time, Ye Chen's palm strike landed.

Blood gushed forth as the Hong Huang quasi-emperor's head was severed again, his Yuan Shen fleeing desperately.

"Save me!"

"Have a good journey on the Yellow Springs Road." Ye Chen pursued in one step, firing a divine ray that obliterated the quasi-emperor.

From Ye Chen's attack to the quasi-emperor's demise, it took mere moments. The Hong Huang crown princes and great saints hadn't even reacted. They thought his first strike was just a sneak attack, but they were wrong—head-on, he was even fiercer, finishing off the quasi-emperor in less than three exchanges.

"The Hun Dun Ding—he's Ye Chen! Run!" Xue Qiao Tai Zi shrieked, using secret techniques to flee into the sky.

He could see that Ye Chen's power had grown far beyond what it was at the Yao Chi grand event.

He could guess that in these past months, Ye Chen must have gained some great fortune, boosting his strength so dramatically that he could easily slay a Hong Huang quasi-emperor. How terrifying.

Knowing Ye Chen was this strong, what was the point of fighting?

In an instant, he burst out of the abyss.

But his luck seemed poor; as soon as he emerged, he collided head-on with someone and was split in half on the spot. His fleeing Yuan Shen was suppressed by the Hun Dun Ding.

The one who killed him wasn't Ye Chen, but Ye Chen's Dharma body, which had split off when he entered and was waiting outside to cut down anyone who tried to escape. One crown prince, slain with a single sword.

The remaining three Hong Huang crown princes and six great saints fled desperately.

"Thinking of leaving after coming?" The Dharma body snorted coldly, activating the Hun Dun apparition. The nine were pulled back just as they had flown out, dragged by the Hun Dun world. Two of the Hong Huang great saints, too weak, were crushed to dust on the spot.

Ye Chen gripped his Dao sword, moving like lightning, giving them no time to breathe. The remaining four Hong Huang great saints had just steadied themselves when their Dao roots were severed, their Yuan Shen destroyed along with them.

"I'll fight you to the end!" The centipede Tai Zi howled, veins bulging on his forehead, his vital energy raging as he unleashed all his forbidden arts, enhancing his power for his peak strike.

"Do you have what it takes?" Ye Chen said indifferently, overwhelmingly dominant, fusing a punch with the eight desolations and blasting the centipede Tai Zi apart. His escaping Yuan Shen was struck by nine divine afflictions, turning to historical dust.

Bang! Boom!

On the other sides, the Spider Tai Zi and Blood Mang Tai Zi tried to flee but were punched back by the Dharma body.

Ye Chen took charge, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow. The thunder god arrows were supreme, carrying power to pierce all, fairly giving each crown prince one. They were shot dead in the void.

They all died in frustration. Wasn't Ye Chen supposed to not be in the ruins? This sudden surprise caught them completely off guard. If they'd known he was here, they would have been more cautious.

The dark abyss fell silent after the two crown princes were slain, the bloodstained rocks starkly vivid.

Nan Di, Bei Sheng, and the other three coughed awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Once, their strength had been on par with Ye Chen's.

But now, compared to him, they were utterly outmatched. He had taken on a Hong Huang quasi-emperor, six great saints, and four crown princes single-handedly—a level of power they could only envy.

"Bloodline reversion, divine repositories fully opened—fascinating." Ye Chen approached, looking at the four with a mix of sigh and admiration. "Give you a few more months to fuse, and you might even challenge an emperor's child."

"Even with a few more centuries, you'd still have us beat." Nan Di rubbed his brow.

"In just a few months, your power has become even more terrifying." Zhong Huang smiled.

"We can't compare."

"I'm a low-key person." Ye Chen said, pulling out a handful of pills and stuffing them into Bei Sheng's mouth without any gentleness, like feeding a pig—rough and forceful.

Bei Sheng was furious, stepping forward and kicking him.

Those pills nearly choked her to death.

"This woman—no one's going to marry you." Ye Chen muttered, handing pills to Nan Di and the others one by one.