Chapter 1939: The Fat Black Guy

Ren Wang smiled at Ye Chen. "Then what kind of relationship do you think it is?"

Ye Chen shook his head. "I don't know."

Ren Wang revealed the secret. "It's the Dao Shen Di transformed from Hong Jun."

Ye Chen murmured softly, furrowing his brow. "Dao Shen Di."

He was not unfamiliar with Dao Shen Di.

In the past, the revived Tian Mo Da Di had split into four Dao Shen Di, whose combat power was on par with the original, though with some differences. It was precisely because of those differences that Da Chu Jiu Huang and the Jiu Da Shen Jiang were able to defeat them, nearly perishing in the process.

Now, hearing from Ren Wang that the Tian Zun Yi Ji was from Hong Jun's Dao Shen Di, how could Ye Chen not be shocked and find it hard to believe?

Ren Wang laughed. "Shocked, aren't you?"

Ye Chen took a deep breath. "I have to admit, I'm stunned."

Ren Wang continued, "Then have you guessed that the ancient and eternal Dao Zu is also a Hun Dun Ti?"

Ye Chen was shocked again. "Hun Dun Ti?"

"People say that no Hun Dun Ti has ever become an emperor in the realms, but that's nonsense." Ren Wang tucked his hands into his sleeves and went on, "From what I guess, Hong Jun must have self-inflicted a cut back then, granting freedom to his Dao Shen Di. Unfortunately, Dao Shen Di wasn't a true emperor after all—merely a half-emperor at best. Even great emperors can't withstand the relentless passage of time, let alone a Dao Shen Di, which eventually turned into the Tian Zun Yi Ji."

Ye Chen murmured, "No wonder." He recalled the man in purple robes he had encountered in the Tian Zun Yi Ji, who looked exactly like Dao Zu. Now, with Ren Wang's words, everything made sense.

"Hong Jun is quite the character. As a great emperor, he actually cut himself like that. Just for that, he surpasses other emperors— not all of them have such boldness." Ren Wang sighed deeply. "That cut of his might not seem like much, but it could drop his imperial cultivation to half-emperor level."

"Indeed, such boldness." Ye Chen muttered to himself, his mind in turmoil. He was shocked that Dao Zu was still in the world, shocked by the origins of the Tian Zun Yi Ji, and even more shocked that Dao Zu Hong Jun was a Hun Dun Ti. Ascending to emperor with a perfect bloodline— Ye Chen couldn't imagine how powerful Dao Zu Hong Jun was. And he could hardly fathom how terrifying Xuanyuan Di, known as the supreme one, must be.

"In this era, there are two Hun Dun Ti and two Huang Gu Sheng Ti— oh, wait, no, three Huang Gu Sheng Ti, plus one female Huang Gu Sheng Ti. Don't you think that's interesting?" Ren Wang clicked his tongue. "But what I can't figure out is how Ming Jie Ming Di and Dao Zu Hong Jun have lived so long. Those two are on another level altogether."

Ye Chen whispered, "What I'm more curious about is what secrets are hidden in the Ming Jie and Tian Jie, guarded by two emperors. This mystery is too profound— even Di Huang doesn't know."

"Don't bother thinking about it if you can't figure it out. Focus on your cultivation. When the Hun Dun Ti returns from the Tian Jie, it'll definitely come after you for a fight. Hong Jun that jerk personally trained it— it's no joke."

Ye Chen exclaimed in surprise. "The Hun Dun Ti is in the Tian Jie?"

Ren Wang continued, "Isn't that just like him? You, the Sheng Ti, went off to the Ming Jie for a stroll, and the Hun Dun Ti ran off to the Tian Jie. No need to doubt how it got there— Hong Jun is quite the trickster, pitting people like it's a game. When the Hun Dun Ti comes back from the Tian Jie, it might already be at the Great Sheng level. You'd better hurry up. Since Hong Jun always pits me, I've decided to train you properly too. Come back and make that Hun Dun Ti cry for me. How dare he pit me? We'll see whose is stronger— his trained Hun Dun Ti or my taught Huang Gu Sheng Ti, more dominant."

Ye Chen said nothing, feeling both shocked and surprised. No wonder he and Ji Ning Shuang had searched the entire Tian Zun Yi Ji without finding the Hun Dun Ti— it had gone to the Tian Jie, summoned by Dao Zu himself.

He couldn't help but glance at Ren Wang again. This guy really knew everything, having mastered the Zhou Tian evolution to perfection. Truly, no great emperor from ancient times was easy to deal with.

Ren Wang finally quieted down, standing with his hands tucked away in the void space, his eyes darting around as he schemed how to boost Ye Chen's combat power. That way, Ye Chen could defeat the Hun Dun Ti, slapping Hong Jun's face in the process— that would feel incredibly satisfying.

Ye Chen also fell silent, quietly sipping his tea to calm his mind.

No wonder— everything Ren Wang said today was more shocking than the last. Even with his composure, Ye Chen was taken aback. If these matters got out, the realms would erupt in chaos, and probably no one would believe them.

As the two sat in silence, chatter drifted from the nearby tea table. A few gossiping cultivators were chatting animatedly.

"Have you heard? The Son of Heavenly Tribulation fought the Son of the Earth again."

"They battled for eight hundred rounds, and it was a draw."

"When it comes to the Son of Heavenly Tribulation, he's still a step behind his father. The Huang Gu Sheng Ti is the real war god."

"I heard a new generation from the Hong Huang has also started causing trouble."

"Even the emperor's sons are lying low— the new generation is just warming up. But if the Hong Huang gets involved, things will get lively. I wonder if the Son of Heavenly Tribulation can hold up the realms like the Sheng Ti does."

The group chatted back and forth, full of excitement.

Listening to this, Ye Chen felt a pang in his heart. Twenty years had passed, and he hadn't fulfilled his duties as a father. He was only learning about his child's affairs from passersby, which filled him with guilt.

After a long silence, Ren Wang spoke up. "Kid, there's treasure."

Ye Chen replied, "I see it." With that, he looked toward the street.

The street was bustling with people coming and going, but one figure stood out.

It was a fatty, round and plump, with rolls of flesh stacked on top of each other. He was on par with Xiong Er in size, but while Xiong Er was fair-skinned, this one was completely dark.

Ye Chen had never seen anyone so black before.

As for the fatty, he was quite eye-catching in the crowd, not just because of his skin color, but also his walking style. At just over five feet tall, he carried himself with the presence of someone eight feet tall.

Moreover, his cultivation wasn't very high— only at the Huang Jing level— but he walked with the swagger of a wealthy young master, as if declaring: My realm may be low, but my backing is solid.

Indeed, his backing was strong. Two Sheng Wang were hidden in the space behind him, following like bodyguards. With two Sheng Wang as guards, it was no surprise the fatty was so confident.

The treasure was on the fatty— a jade pendant hanging from his waist, engraved with the character for "Saint." It was the Dun Jia Tian Zi, shining golden and radiating a halo, with heavenly sounds echoing from it.

Ye Chen stood up and vanished like the wind, appearing directly in front of the black fatty.

The sudden appearance caught the fatty off guard, and he crashed straight into Ye Chen's chest with a loud clang, as if hitting a steel plate. There was no helping it— the Sheng Ti was too tough.

The black fatty clutched his forehead, grimacing in pain.

"Are you sick? Don't you watch where you're going?"

Ye Chen said, "Fellow Daoist, could you sell me that jade pendant of yours?"

The black fatty snapped back, furious.

"Do I look like I need money? Not for sale!"

He was still fuming from the earlier collision, cursing openly. Walking along fine and then smashing into a steel plate like that— who wouldn't be annoyed with such bad luck?

"Not needing money means you need a beating." Ren Wang said meaningfully.

Ye Chen lightly waved his hand, and the jade pendant from the fatty's waist was taken.

"Hey!" The fatty was livid. "Grab him for me!"

At his command, shadows emerged from the void behind him— a black elder and a white elder, both genuine Sheng Wang at least at the sixth heaven level, just as Ye Chen had noticed earlier.

Ye Chen turned and fled, not wanting to fight in the city.

The two Sheng Wang snorted coldly and chased after him.

The black fatty also soared into the sky, pursuing while shouting curses.

"Grab him alive for me!"

Ahead, Ye Chen didn't even glance back as he left the ancient city and dashed toward the east, plunging into the deep mountains.

The two Sheng Wang followed closely.

But embarrassingly, as soon as they entered the mountains, they were trapped in a formation. The black fatty, who arrived shortly after, was also caught inside. It was the Di Dao Fu Xi first formation, specifically designed for trapping people.

"Break it!" The two Sheng Wang roared, one wielding an immortal sword and the other a divine blade, attacking the formation.

Unfortunately, with their level of skill, they were far from breaking it, leaving the black fatty cursing in frustration.

Ye Chen appeared outside the formation. "I apologize for the offense." He had only trapped the three of them without harming their lives. Since there was no grudge, just taking someone else's treasure, he felt he was in the wrong.

"You robbed my treasure— you've got some nerve!" The black fatty bellowed, his massive body trembling. He didn't know what secret technique he used, but his cultivation suddenly surged past Zhun Sheng and Sheng Ren levels, reaching Sheng Wang. His surging blood energy was incredibly violent, with mysterious phenomena weaving around him.

Ye Chen, about to leave, was stunned to see the black fatty activate this boost. From Huang Jing straight to Sheng Wang— in all his years of cultivation, he had never seen anything so abnormal, nor such a technique.

Even Ren Wang raised an eyebrow, sizing up the black fatty. "Haven't seen this guy around last time."

What shocked them even more was yet to come. The black fatty didn't stop at crossing two realms— his form changed dramatically. His hair turned red, demonic aura erupted, his eyes became like black holes, and the blood in his body turned black strand by strand. An ancient divine pattern etched itself on his forehead, symbolizing a god-level enhancement.

"Huh?" Ren Wang in the void space jumped up, his eyes gleaming.

Ye Chen was astonished. "He can instantly activate Xue Ji Xian Jie." His eyes narrowed into slits. Having activated it before, he wouldn't mistake that state— indestructible and unkillable.

The black fatty howled, "I've lost my temper— the consequences are serious!" He swung his massive black fist, punching a massive hole in the void and destroying the formation's spirit.

This move left both Ye Chen and Ren Wang stunned.

People really couldn't be judged by appearances— the world was vast with endless talents. This kid might look fat and not particularly appealing, but he was incredibly capable. He could cross two realms to boost his power and instantly activate Xue Ji Xian Jie. Those enhancements were ridiculously powerful.

And now, he had so easily located the formation's spirit, clearly showing he was well-versed in formations.

The great formation hummed as its spirit was destroyed, exposing weak points. The black fatty seized the opportunity, bursting out, with the two Sheng Wang following like leaping dragons.