Chapter 1892: Familiar Faces

After a quarter of an hour, the group left You Yuan. Ye Chen healed each of them individually, and they consumed many ling yao. Combined with their own formidable recovery abilities, Nan Di, Bei Sheng, and the other two had recovered to about seventy or eighty percent.

"Do you know where the Di Zi is?" Ye Chen took a sip of wine and looked at the four.

"We haven't seen him," they all shook their heads. "He's probably locked in a fierce battle with the Hong Huang Di Zi."

"The numbers are uneven—don't let them all get wiped out." Ye Chen rubbed his brow. Tian Zun Yi Ji was vast, searching for the Di Zi was like finding a needle in a haystack, and by the time they found him, he might already be a corpse.

"The conflicts between Di Zi aren't something we should linger in—we'd just be a burden." Zhong Huang shook his head with a smile.

"Let's go." Nan Di was the most carefree, waving his hand as he turned and walked away.

"Once I've fused with the Dao, I'll settle the score with Hong Huang." Xi Zun, like Zhong Huang, smiled and turned to leave.

With their bloodlines reverted and their shen zang fully opened, this was the greatest opportunity from entering the legacy site. What they needed to do now wasn't to fight desperately, but to find a quiet place to focus on fusing with the Dao. The wars to come would be even more brutal.

The three left, leaving only Bei Sheng. After hesitating for a moment, he pursed his lips and said,

"Ye Chen, make sure you get out alive."

"I have to survive." Ye Chen lightly flicked his sleeve and stepped into the void. Behind him, faint words echoed, "The matter of the ancient legacy site years ago was my fault. If I can make it out alive..."

Ye Chen gradually faded into the distance, his words lingering in the air.

Bei Sheng smiled faintly, a blush tinting his cheeks under the moonlight. He took one last look at that receding figure before turning to follow Nan Di and the others.

Under the moon, Ye Chen walked through the sky, his fa shen heading in one direction while he went another, with many clones following behind.

The urgent task was to find the Zhutian Di Zi. The Hong Huang Di Zi were too numerous, completely overwhelming the Zhutian Di Zi in numbers, just as Kui Niu and Xiao Yuan Huang had said—the lineup of one against three meant the Zhutian Di Zi were doomed to lose.

On a stretch of Cang Yuan, he stopped. The Cang Yuan was desolate, with yellow sand swirling and half-buried bones scattered in the soil. It had buried countless ages, mostly the remains of predecessors who had entered seeking opportunities but ended up eternally asleep in the Tian Zun Yi Ji.

Walking across the Cang Yuan, he could still hear the wails of fierce ghosts—resentment and evil thoughts from the dead lingering thickly, growing intelligence over endless years and transforming into terrifying evil spirits.

Ye Chen ignored them, his Di Zhi Sha Qi surging forth, making the evil spirits fearfully retreat, not daring to approach.

At some point, the wind and clouds churned violently, and the evil spirits on the Cang Yuan were all pulled away by a terrifying devouring force. Their cries of agony blended into one, as if this were not Cang Yuan but a boundless hell.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing through the strange phenomenon—it was someone devouring the evil spirits.

That person was an acquaintance: Taotie, from the lineage of gluttonous eaters who devoured everything in sight.

Unfortunately, it was only a Huang Zi, not a Di Zi. He stood in the air above the Cang Yuan, wildly devouring, having cultivated some evil technique to nourish his origin with the evil spirits, and he was devouring with great delight.

"You, come here." Ye Chen pointed at the Taotie Huang Zi from afar.

"What pure bloodline origin." The Taotie Huang Zi eyed him with fiery greed, activating a Tun Tian vortex and pressing it toward Ye Chen. Compared to the evil spirits, he was more interested in Ye Chen.

"Didn't your elders warn you that some people are not to be provoked?" Ye Chen snorted coldly, ignoring the Tun Tian vortex and slapping out with a palm. The void space couldn't withstand the pressure and collapsed with a boom.

The Taotie Huang Zi paled in shock and tried to escape, but it was too late. Ye Chen's palm obliterated his physical body, and he grabbed the yuan shen, sealing it in midair with a secret technique.

"Ye Chen, you're Ye Chen." The Taotie Huang Zi's face turned to one of terror, sensing the aura of death.

"You guessed right." Ye Chen's words were indifferent as he placed a palm on the Taotie Huang Zi's tian ling gai and performed a soul-searching secret technique.

Taotie screamed in agony, his yuan shen body twisting, his shen hai buzzing and rumbling as if about to explode.

Ye Chen frowned, for there was a mysterious prohibition in Taotie's shen hai that countered soul-searching techniques.

Until Taotie's yuan shen disintegrated, he still hadn't found any information. Ye Chen was already accustomed to this.

Hmm?

After destroying Taotie, Ye Chen was about to leave, but as he lifted his foot, he paused and lowered his gaze to the ground. Piercing through the thick layer of soil, he saw deep below.

"A Di Qi Ling Mai." Ye Chen's eyes gleamed as he recognized the hidden treasure: a spirit vein, not particularly thick but extremely pure, having accumulated essence over the ages.

"With such dense resentment and evil thoughts concealing it, no wonder no one noticed." Ye Chen struck out with a palm, cleaving open the earth, and conjured a large hand to reach deep and pull out the spirit vein.

"What a pleasant surprise." With a chuckle, Ye Chen sealed the spirit vein in his ding and stored it away. When he returned to Da Chu, he would plant it in Heng Yue Zong. Over time, it would generate more Di Qi Ling Mai, bringing fortune to future generations. He had already witnessed the special divine power of such spirit veins.

"Lao Da, you have an acquaintance." As Ye Chen was chuckling, a hurried message entered his shen hai.

It was from his clone, who had found an acquaintance and transmitted a scene to his true self.

Ye Chen looked at the scene and immediately recognized who it was—indeed acquaintances, not just one, but two: Long Jie and Ling Zu Shen Nü.

The two were in a pitiful state. Long Jie was covered in bloody wounds, holding a bloodstained Ba Long Dao in one hand and carrying the nearly lifeless Ling Zu Shen Nü on his back, staggering forward with bloody footprints at every step.

Ye Chen set off at once, using the link with his clone to lock onto their location. Now that he knew, he couldn't just stand by.

As soon as he left Cang Yuan, he encountered some troublemaking Hong Huang clan members—three Hong Huang Da Sheng who looked identical, clearly triplet brothers, even cultivating the same gong fa and dao ze.

"Hand over the treasure, and I'll let you—"

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

One of the Hong Huang Da Sheng hadn't even finished speaking when Ye Chen instantly killed him. His two brothers were also struck down in shock by Ye Chen's sword. I'm in a hurry to save people—stop getting in the way.

In a deep mountain, the staggering Long Jie half-knelt on the ground, coughing up blood violently. The blood even flickered with black shadows, the remnants of killing intent destroying his foundations.

"Let me go." Ling Zu Shen Nü murmured weakly, blood trickling from her lips. Her ling che beautiful eyes were dim, and her yuan shen fire was on the verge of extinguishing.

"Don't talk nonsense." Long Jie's voice was hoarse. "I'll get you out alive."

"If your heart has no room for me, why give me hope?"

"As long as there's hope, there's belief." Long Jie smiled, using his Long Dao as a crutch to stagger to his feet again.

"How touching!" Before Long Jie could take two steps, a sinister laugh came from behind.

From the darkness emerged a figure in a purple robe, his true face unseen, only his eyes gleaming with a cold light, like a ghost of the night. His laugh carried a eerie, demonic power.

Long Jie collapsed again and stared coldly at the figure. "Do the cultivators of Zhutian have to hunt down their own to the last?"

"What do Zhutian or Hong Huang matter to me?" The purple-robed figure laughed eerily as he slowly approached.

"Very well." Long Jie sneered, thrusting his Ba Long Dao into the ground, no longer intending to resist. In his current state, even walking was a struggle—how could he fight this powerful foe?

"What a doomed pair—you can keep each other company on the road to Huang Quan." The purple-robed figure laughed mockingly, his fingertips swirling with dark light.

"My friend, let's talk this out!" A laugh rang out as Ye Chen's clone, cloaked in black robes, rushed over and blocked the way in front of Long Jie and Ling Zu Shen Nü, buying time for his true self.

"Your true self doesn't dare show up, so you send a clone? How amusing." The purple-robed figure laughed even more mockingly.

"We're all from Zhutian— we might run into each other again, so give me face and let them go!" Ye Chen's clone chuckled.

"What are you to me?" The purple-robed figure didn't even glance at Ye Chen's clone, casually sweeping out a palm and erasing him.

"If a clone isn't anything, what about the true self?" A leisurely laugh echoed as Ye Chen arrived like the wind, taking his clone's place and standing in front of Long Jie and Ling Zu Shen Nü, eyeing the purple-robed figure with interest.