Chapter 1951: Anti-Theft Measures

While Ming Di and Di Huang were speaking, the battle between the Mingfu Yanluo and Zao Hua Shen Wang came to an end. However, the outcome was hard to accept. All ten Yanluo of the ten halls plummeted from the sky like falling stars, smashing ten perfectly aligned craters into the vast earth.

Zao Hua Shen Wang still stood in the void.

Compared to the ten Yanluo, he was completely unharmed. Though he remained in a state of confusion, he stood like the ruler of the world, overlooking the four seas and eight wildernesses. He was a monument, a symbol that would never fall.

Seeing the Yanluo defeated, Ye Chen waved his hand.

With the Yanluo beaten, no one could stop Zao Hua Shen Wang anymore. He needed to call upon more strong warriors from the underworld, but he couldn't let Lin Xing leave. If Lin Xing went, it wouldn't matter much for him, but Jiu Jianxian and Xian Mu would suffer greatly, likely meeting their end.

No need.

Ren Wang waved his hand and steadied himself with effort.

Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, Zao Hua Shen Wang fell from the void. His immortal light completely dissipated, and the terrifying pressure vanished, returning him once again to the Sheng Wang realm.

Ye Chen stepped forward and caught Lin Xing, suspending him in mid-air.

Lin Xing was fine, just in a deep sleep.

As for the power of Zao Hua Xian Wang, it had vanished without a trace—or rather, it had hidden itself away in his body again. It was behaving for now, but if it awakened, not even one or two Zhun Di could hold it back.

Gazing at him, Ye Chen's heart was far from calm.

He had watched the entire battle from start to finish. Fighting alone against the ten Yanluo and emerging victorious—it was an incredible display of power. The title of Zao Hua Shen Wang was well-earned. He was a ruthless figure, a peerless ruthless one.

Ren Wang also stepped forward and fused a purple jade slip into Lin Xing's body.

That jade slip was no ordinary item; it could suppress and seal.

There was no other way—he had to seal Lin Xing, and he had to keep him sealed. At the very least, it needed to wait until all the Zhun Di had passed their tribulations. It wasn't just about Xian Mu and Jiu Jianxian; they couldn't afford any more mishaps.

In the deep pits, the ten Yanluo had all crawled out.

At a glance, the ten of them looked utterly miserable, beaten beyond recognition. Song Di Wang was especially bad off—his physical body was crumbling inch by inch, and his yuan shen was severely damaged. The injuries were no ordinary ones.

Awkward, truly damn awkward.

This was what the ten Yanluo all wanted to say. This battle had been an utter embarrassment. The mighty ten Yanluo of Mingfu, facing off ten against one, had been thoroughly defeated by a single opponent. They felt too ashamed to return to the Ming Realm, let alone face their Ming Di.

The Zhutian Wanyu is indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

This was another thing the ten of them wanted to say.

It was true. In terms of supreme levels, Zhutian was no match for Ming Realm, but when it came to monsters, Zhutian outshone Ming Realm by a hundred thousand miles. Not to mention others, just take Ye Chen or the Hong Chen Six Paths—who among them wasn't extraordinarily talented? In the Yin Cao Underworld, they couldn't even find one like that.

And now, another figure like Zao Hua Shen Wang had emerged.

Though he was in a confused state, he was fiercely powerful. The ten of them—ten Zhun Di, ten Yanluo—had each been beaten thoroughly. It didn't matter that they were the ones beaten; what mattered was the loss of face for Ming Di. They were certain that upon returning, Ming Di would give them a proper thrashing.

Thinking of this, the ten of them glared at Ye Chen with dark expressions.

Their eyes seemed to say:

We're not familiar with you, so don't call upon us from the underworld again.If there's a next time, we'll kick you to death.We're Mingfu Yanluo, not your summoning beasts.

Ye Chen pretended not to notice.

He was joking—his ancestor Di Huang had passed down the Di Dao Tong Ming, and he couldn't waste it. Whenever he had something, he'd call them over to chat about ideals. For the rest of his life, he was counting on them.

The ten Yanluo left, all with grim faces.

Before departing, the group surrounded the unconscious Lin Xing and gave him a thorough kicking, their faces twisted in annoyance. They couldn't beat him when he was awake, so while he was asleep, they had to vent their frustration.

Once back, they were summoned by Ming Di.

Then, from Jieming Mountain, screams of agony echoed. One Ming Di beat the Mingfu's ten Yanluo senseless. No wonder they were Yanluo—even their cries were so domineering and impressive.

The dead silent ancient star fell back into quietness, with only blood mist drifting in the air.

Ren Wang sealed Lin Xing and then sat down cross-legged to heal.

Ye Chen wasn't idle either. He circled around Lin Xing, examining him closely, like he was inspecting a treasure.

A treasure, absolutely a treasure. His whole body was full of treasures.

As he looked, a small knife appeared in his hand—it was the kind used for drawing blood. Zao Hua Shen bodies were rare, and a sealed one was even rarer. It was a rare chance to catch a live one, so not drawing a bit of blood would be a disservice to his title as the Great Chu Emperor.

And so, he casually drew about half a jin of blood from him.

Once done, he turned and swallowed the fresh blood.

As the blood entered his body, there wasn't anything particularly special about it. His Huang Gu Sheng blood didn't reject it, but his vision started to blur. In the end, everything went black—half a jin of blood had blinded him.

Now he was blind—how awkward.

This time, he behaved himself and sat down cross-legged like Ren Wang, circulating his Sheng Ti essence to try to expel Zao Hua Shen Wang's blood. Facts proved that the blood of a Zao Hua Shen body couldn't be swallowed carelessly; ridiculous things could happen, just like now, turning him into a blind man.

What was even more awkward was that the blood he'd absorbed couldn't be forced out.

Your anti-theft measures are truly excellent.

Ye Chen couldn't help but give a thumbs-up to the Zao Hua Shen body. He didn't need to ask to know that throughout history, plenty of people had studied Zao Hua Shen bodies. For example, swallowing some of their blood to gain a bit of their fortune, only to end up in tragedy—they'd all been tricked.

How does it feel?

Ren Wang awoke and brushed the dust off himself.

Aside from my vision being a bit dark, nothing else.

Ye Chen coughed, feeling a bit embarrassed. He'd sneaked around drawing blood and ended up tricking himself. Even with his thick skin, he felt awkward. The person was asleep, but his anti-theft was top-notch—go ahead and draw, go ahead and swallow.

Want to try a bit more?

Ren Wang looked at Ye Chen with a smile.

I still want to live a few more days.

I knew you'd say that.

Ren Wang couldn't help but laugh. You actually dared to swallow Zao Hua Shen blood.

Is there a way to force it out?

Ye Chen coughed again.

It'll come out eventually.

Ren Wang said, then stood up, sealed Lin Xing into a bronze furnace, and headed straight into the starry sky.

Let's go. We'll continue your training. I'll teach you another supreme skill.

Hearing about a supreme skill, Ye Chen quickly followed.

Once they were in the starry sky, he realized what that so-called supreme skill was—it was related to divination. That's how Ren Wang got all his scandalous rare collections. He knew everything: which family was getting married, which wife was fair-skinned, which wife had a great figure.

Scoundrel, I believed your nonsense.

Ye Chen rolled his eyes at Ren Wang the whole way. Did he really need to be taught this? He, Ye, knew it all too well.

This trip lasted another three months.

The two of them gradually drifted further from Great Chu, wandering deep in the starry sky, listening to the legends of the new generation in Zhutian. The hottest ones were still the children of heavenly punishment and the children of the earth, along with his precious daughter Ye Ling, and that little chubby guy Tang San Shao—they were all making names for themselves.

Over these three months, Ye Chen kept killing, including quite a few at the Great Saint level. There were always some fools who tried to rob him for treasures—what people called killing and looting—but they all ended up being killed by him in return.

It wasn't until the fourth month that the two finally stopped.

It was another river of starry quicksand. The two sat on opposite sides, holding wine jugs and drinking quietly. From time to time, they looked up at the vast starry sky, which had witnessed the changes of history.

Do you feel a kind of change?

At some point, Ren Wang suddenly spoke.

What do you mean?

Ye Chen asked.

The suppression of the Di Dao.

Ren Wang said slowly. Perhaps talking about this with you is a bit premature. Wait until you reach my level, and you'll understand deeply. The Di Dao suppression of Xianwu Di Zun is slowly weakening. It's not just me who feels this—most peak Zhun Di do too.

Xianwu Di Zun has been fallen for nearly ten thousand years. It's normal for the Di Dao suppression to weaken with the passage of time.

But this time is different.

Ren Wang stroked his beard. From the day I gained sentience, whether wandering the world or sealing myself, I've experienced many eras ruled by great emperors. I've never stopped studying Di Dao suppression. It does gradually weaken with time, but Xianwu Di Zun's suppression is weakening faster than any other great emperor's.

Long Ye once said that the duration and weakening speed of Di Dao suppression are directly related to the strength of the great emperor himself. For example, Xuanyuan Di's suppression is stronger than others and weakens more slowly.

Ye Chen said slowly. So, am I right in thinking that Xianwu Di Zun is the weakest among the 130 emperors of the Xuan Huang era?

It's not about the strength of the great emperor.

Ren Wang shook his head. Besides, Xianwu Di Zun's combat power is in no way inferior to Xuanyuan's. Yet, strangely, his Di Dao suppression is weakening much faster.

What are you getting at?

Ye Chen frowned.

The speed at which Xianwu Di Zun's Di Dao suppression is weakening is increasing. It's possible that in a few thousand years, or even a few hundred, it will vanish completely.

Ren Wang's words were laden with meaning.

I get it. You're saying that in this era, someone might actually become an emperor?

Exactly.

This really is an era of contending for the Di Dao.

Ye Chen murmured softly, fully understanding what no Di Dao suppression meant—it meant anyone in Zhutian could potentially defy the heavens and seal themselves as an emperor. And that person would have to be a peerless hero, with opportunity, cultivation, and fortune, lacking none.

Hurry up and raise your realm. You have a chance.

Ren Wang patted Ye Chen on the shoulder.

Forget about me. The Sheng Ti can't become an emperor—it's been that way since ancient times.

Ye Chen shook his head with a smile.

But you're different.

Ren Wang took a swig of wine. Your path has broken too many taboos—slaughtering emperors, unlocking the five bloodline limits, undergoing a great reincarnation. Your body is full of variables. It's not impossible that this time, you'll break the eternal taboo and defy the heavens to become a great emperor.

If that person really comes, I'll give it my all.

Ye Chen laughed. In his bones, he didn't believe in fate. If the heavens wouldn't let the Sheng Ti become an emperor, he refused to accept it.

Come on, come on.

Just as they were speaking, Ren Wang suddenly stood up and dragged Ye Chen away.

Ye Chen was a bit confused, but after scanning the starry sky, he saw figures emerging from their tribulations—familiar Zhun Di level ones, a man and a woman: Jiang Taixu and Feng Huang.

Ren Wang pulled him away because of this—to avoid them if possible.

But to Ye Chen's surprise, the tribulating Jiang Taixu and Feng Huang were a bit unusual compared to the earlier Jiu Jianxian and Xian Mu. They weren't a couple; they seemed more like enemies. From the distant starry sky, they fought all the way over, each strike a world-shaking divine ability, as if they wouldn't stop until one was dead.