Chapter 2093: What Are You Doing Here

"What are you doing here?" he muttered, and Ye Chen and his companion stepped into the transmission domain gate.

Along the way, Ye Chen occasionally looked up at the hazy void, feeling that the illusory scene was more real than he had imagined, not as simple as it appeared.

Ji Ningshuang remained silent and had also glanced up a few times, unsure what Ye Chen was looking at.

And just like that, two days passed quietly.

On the third day, Ye Chen used the Di Dao Tong Ming technique to summon Qin Mengyao.

This young woman had been counting the days in the underworld, eagerly waiting to be summoned.

It was worth noting that this time, when she looked at Ji Ningshuang, her eyes showed much more reverence than before. She had witnessed the entire battle between Ye Chen and Ji Ningshuang, seeing how the Mo Dao Sheng Ti was nearly destroyed, proving that the East Divine Yao Pond was terrifyingly powerful.

As for Ye Chen, her gaze was full of disdain, as if implying: You're something else! You pick up bad habits instead of good ones, like hitting your wife. You've really grown bold.

Ye Chen coughed awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed. Though it wasn't his intention, he had indeed struck her.

With Qin Mengyao there, the domain gate passage felt less desolate. As a general under the King of Chu Jiang, she was truly devoted to Zhao Yun, and every question she asked Ji Ningshuang was about him. She wished she could rush to that universe right away to see the one who haunted her dreams.

Ji Ningshuang answered without reservation, sharing everything about Zhao Yun.

Ye Chen, meanwhile, was quite motivated. Ji Ningshuang imprinted the memories of their previous battle into his mind. As he reviewed them, he felt both sighs and astonishment, marveling at the strangeness of the Mo Dao Sheng Ti and the sheer power of Ji Ningshuang's combat abilities. It could be summed up in one word: strong.

"Using the Dao to transform into magic—how did I not think of that?"

Back in the Zhu Xian Town, he had advanced to half-immortal with the Dao, but he had never considered using it to turn into magic for added power. Ji Ningshuang's Ninth Phoenix Dao had given him plenty of insights, making him truly understand that there are people beyond people and paths beyond paths—the Dao is endless.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes, his mind empty and serene, immersing himself in the evolution of the Dao.

He didn't wake for a full nine days.

It wasn't until the tenth day that he opened his eyes. Though he hadn't fully comprehended using the Dao to transform into magic, he had gained many profound insights. In the fusion of Dao and magic, he seemed to glimpse another realm.

Qin Mengyao had already returned to the underworld, leaving with tears in her eyes.

"Your Renjian Dao is truly profound," Ji Ningshuang said with a light smile.

"I don't feel like there's much change," Ye Chen replied with a laugh.

"They say the person involved is confused while the observer is clear. The pressure you give me mostly comes from your Dao. Don't you realize that the Renjian Dao is suppressing all other paths?"

"Is that even possible?" Ye Chen asked in surprise.

Ji Ningshuang smiled without saying more, confident that Ye Chen understood.

Perhaps only someone who had truly fought Ye Chen would know the terror of the Renjian Dao. It was constantly eroding the essence of other Daos, like a lone star of heavenly calamity, suppressing all fates in the world.

In their battle, Ye Chen had his realizations, and so did she, leading to a sudden breakthrough.

The Renjian Dao was still a Dao, the most fundamental one.

In that moment, she also felt like trying a cultivation path that involved becoming mortal on the spot.

Quietly, half a month passed.

When the two reappeared, they were on Ming Wang Xing. More than a hundred years had gone by, and Ming Jue was still there, sleeping in the ancient tomb. He only opened his drowsy eyes because he sensed a familiar aura.

"What exactly are you doing here?" Ye Chen couldn't help his curiosity.

"I can't say." Ming Jue yawned and sat up lazily. He could see through the tomb door to Ji Ningshuang standing outside. At the sight of her, he froze, taking a long time to snap out of it. How could he not recognize her? Back in the Xuan Huang realm, she had beaten him before.

"You're still alive?" Ming Jue's expression was quite dramatic.

"The gates of hell are closed," Ji Ningshuang replied with a light laugh, giving the same answer as before.

She said it casually, but Ming Jue was utterly shocked.

That year, at the Tian Zun ruins, he had been there and seen Ji Ningshuang perish with his own eyes. The whole realm knew about it. Now, here she was, alive and well—how could he not be stunned? Had she, like Ye Chen, taken a trip to the underworld?

"Zhao Yun asked me to say hello," Ji Ningshuang said with a smile.

This made Ming Jue even more astonished, and he didn't need to ask where she had gone. No wonder she was the wife of a Sheng Ti—she didn't take the usual path. Ye Chen had died in battle and gone to the underworld, but she had gone further, breaking out of the universe entirely.

"How much longer until you come out of seclusion?" Ye Chen asked, interrupting Ming Jue's thoughts. Ye Chen had already finished his cultivation, yet this guy was still in the tomb. Was he planning to stay there forever?

"It's coming soon, just needs a bit more time," Ming Jue replied listlessly.

"Then we won't wait for you. When we get back home, we'll drink until we're drunk."

"Don't go! You go your way, but leave your wife with me for a few days."

"Come on, Ningshuang, step back."

Ye Chen pulled Ji Ningshuang aside.

Then, he lifted his clothes and pulled out his impressive manhood, urinating right at the tomb door. It was boldly done, as if to say: Keep talking smack. If I could break this door, I'd kick you to death.

Ming Jue's mouth twitched, the pungent smell hitting him.

Ji Ningshuang had already turned away, feeling a bit awkward, her cheeks slightly flushed. We're married, sure, but a heads-up would have been nice. This is so embarrassing.

Wow, refreshing!

Ye Chen shivered after finishing and laughed smugly.

Ming Jue cursed loudly, but Ye Chen ignored it completely. He wrapped his arm around his wife and turned to leave, leaving a strikingly cool silhouette behind. That's me—I'm the legend.

After leaving Ming Wang Xing, their next stop was three days later.

This time, they arrived at You Ming Dalu, still as mysterious as ever.

"So many Di Bing," Ji Ningshuang said in surprise, sensing the extreme emperor's might. It wasn't just one—there were ten in total, including the Di Bing of Xian Wu Di Zun.

Ye Chen didn't hide anything and told her all the secrets of this place.

Even with Ji Ningshuang's calm demeanor, she was shocked. Ten Di Bing guarding it, involving the You Ming Emperor, showed just how important the You Ming Dalu was—it deserved the world's respect.

Considering they had been blocked by quasi-emperors when visiting Jiang Taixu and Feng Huang before, they had learned their lesson. Both wore hoods and used secret techniques to conceal their origins, strolling slowly through the bustling streets. Not a single cultivator there could see through their identities.

Returning to this place, Ye Chen felt a sense of emotion.

More than a hundred years ago, the You Ming Dalu auction had caused a catastrophe, with the Hong Huang forces leaving mountains of corpses. It was during that auction that he had obtained the Immortal Gold and Tai Yin True Fire.

Unfortunately, this time he didn't see the emperor's son, Yang Feng—he had probably gone out for training.

The two didn't linger long, arriving quickly and leaving just as fast, like mere tourists.

Before departing, Ye Chen tried to chat with the Xian Wu Emperor Sword, but the Di Bing ignored him completely, showing no reaction at all, leaving the young master Ye feeling awkward.

As they reentered the starry sky, their pace quickened.

The journey grew less peaceful. The closer they got to the prosperous areas, the thicker the bloody aura became. They occasionally saw Hong Huang people causing chaos, all vicious and bloodthirsty, bullying human cultivators. The floating blood mist dyed the stars red, and the smoke of impending war was starting to spread.

Whenever they encountered this, the two showed no mercy.

The road home was paved with slaughter, covered in blood and bones.

Because of this, the Hong Huang forces tried to surround them more than once, but each time they were sent fleeing in defeat, bringing glory to the various heavens. Many people speculated about their identities, but they hid themselves too well.

"The various heavens won't stay peaceful much longer," Ye Chen said, walking through a quiet stretch of starry sky with his blood-stained Chi Xiao Sword in hand. His entire body exuded fierce killing intent, making it clear he had just come from a bloody battle, having slaughtered many Hong Huang experts.

"The truce agreement no longer holds any binding force. A great war is inevitable," Ji Ningshuang sighed, her immortal body also covered in fresh blood from the Hong Huang. Ye Chen was like a god of slaughter, and she was no less deadly, her cold aura making the stars rumble.

Both knew full well that if not for the tribulation responders, the Hong Huang would have already started the war.

Every time they thought of this, they couldn't suppress their killing intent toward the Hong Huang clans. The various heavens had over 60 percent of the total combat power, yet during the heavenly demon invasion, they had all hidden away. After the demons were repelled, they emerged to create massive bloodshed.

It wasn't just them—perhaps all human cultivators shared this hope: to let the Hong Huang face the heavenly demon army alone, so they could understand what mountains of corpses and seas of blood truly meant.

"In the future, if I reach great success, I'll be the first to flatten the Hong Huang," Ye Chen said coldly.

"In the future, if I have the fortune to become an emperor, I'll erase the Hong Huang from existence," Ji Ningshuang said softly, her words calm but laced with sorrow and anger, determined to use slaughter to set the world right.

In the vast starry sky, the two gradually faded into the distance, leaving behind two blood-red silhouettes.

The journey home was still long.

Their homeland was still far away.

As they passed a desolate ancient star, Ye Chen looked up and could clearly see a small old grave inside. Buried there was the zombie king, Jiang Chen.

As the Ren Wang had said years ago, Jiang Chen had evolved from an ancient corpse and was forever tied to the dead. Even after undergoing tribulation and reincarnation, he remained a corpse, slumbering underground.

What a pity—over 170 years had passed, and even Jiang Chen hadn't passed his tribulation yet.

Ye Chen always held Jiang Chen in reverence. As a corpse cultivator, Jiang Chen was a master of the path, and even the Jian Shen was wary of him, showing just how powerful this ancient corpse was.

Jiang Chen's existence once again proved that all the myriad Daos could lead to ultimate truth.

As Ye Chen was observing, the starry sky suddenly filled with cultivators, like streaks of divine rainbows, all flying toward one direction. There were elders and juniors, men and women, all moving quickly, as if rushing to see some grand spectacle.

The two frowned, suspecting it was the Hong Huang causing trouble again.

Without hesitation, Ye Chen grabbed a passing young man.

The young man was so startled he trembled all over, not daring to breathe.

"Is the Hong Huang causing chaos again?" Ye Chen asked flatly, not even glancing sideways.

"N-no, it's not the Hong Huang," the young man stammered. "It's Wu Lei City descending again."