Chapter 2110: Bloodstained Pagoda

Chapter 2110: Ran Xue Bao Ta

The black hole was desolate, silent, and utterly dark, without a trace of light.

Ye Chen sat in meditation for two full days.

By then, all the wounds on his body had completely healed, and the Emperor Dao killing intent within him had been fully eradicated. Apart from his depleted vital energy, he was otherwise fine.

On the third day, a storage bag at his side burst open, releasing countless source stones and dan medicines that shattered into pieces, surging with rolling true essence. His body was like a bottomless pit, absorbing everything greedily.

The immortal fire was not idle either, refining the essence that entered his dantian sea into pure magical power.

Divine light suddenly appeared, enveloping Ye Chen's sacred body—wait, no, it was the Yao Chi Immortal Body.

His yuan shen remained within the immortal body's flesh, radiant and crystalline throughout, even his strands of hair tinged with immortal radiance. From time to time, visions of the Dao emerged, sketching out profound scenes. The pressure of the Great Saint realm was overwhelmingly dominant, making one's soul tremble.

"Looks like he's about to wake up." Tang San Shao stared wide-eyed, and even Ye Ling thought the same.

However, under their watchful gaze, Ye Chen showed no sign of waking. Instead, his brows furrowed slightly.

In the depths of his consciousness, Ye Chen seemed to detect another force.

That force came from the Yao Chi Immortal Body, mysterious and elusive, flickering in and out. It intertwined with his sacred body's yuan shen, nurturing a new kind of power. It was precisely this power that had allowed him to unlock two major godly repositories in succession.

"Can the immortal body help open the sacred body's godly repositories?" Ye Chen murmured to himself, realizing that the Yao Chi Immortal Body and the sacred body likely shared some unfathomable connection.

Yet, he had never heard Di Huang mention this. If the Yao Chi Immortal Body truly possessed such divine ability, Di Huang had no reason not to tell him.

As he thought this, his mind sank deeper into the Yao Chi Immortal Body, probing its mysteries in hopes of uncovering some clues.

This meditation lasted another three days, and Ye Ling and the others waited patiently for just as long.

"I say, your Ninth Mother wouldn't have gotten lost, would she?" Tang San Shao tugged at Ye Ling's sleeve.

His words made Ye Ling start to worry.

Three days passed, then another three, making six days in total since Ji Ning Shuang had left, with no sign of her return.

Had something happened to her?

At that thought, Ye Ling softly called out to Ye Chen, "Dad? Are you awake yet?"

Ye Chen's body trembled, and he finally opened his eyes, stretching lazily. The surging magical power of the Great Saint realm was truly magnificent, far surpassing that of the Saint King realm. The difference of just one realm was like heaven and earth.

This heavenly tribulation had been both a trial and a fortune, tempering him through a thousand hardships and allowing him to transform anew in nirvana.

"Ninth Mother has been gone for six days and still hasn't come back," Ye Ling said quietly.

Hearing this, Ye Chen gathered his thoughts and abruptly stood up. Without a word, he shot off like a divine ray in one direction, as if he already knew where Ji Ning Shuang had gone.

Before long, a vast sea of purple clouds came into view, stretching endlessly without end. In the pitch-black space black hole, it stood out strikingly.

The cloud sea was strange, with mist that gathered but never dispersed, and an aura of emperor's might spreading through it.

Earlier, Ye Chen had fled into the black hole to escape the Hong Huang absolute kill, only to fall into this purple cloud sea. In an instant, he had nearly been crushed to dust, showing just how terrifying it was.

Ye Chen halted, standing at the edge of the cloud sea. He knew all too well what lay within—it was a pagoda, more precisely, a damaged one stained with purple fresh blood.

That purple fresh blood was no ordinary blood; it was a strand of emperor's blood. Perhaps it was because of that strand that the cloud sea had formed, radiating the ultimate emperor's might.

But Ye Chen couldn't fathom how a artifact stained with emperor's blood could exist in the space black hole.

Indeed, he had encountered an artifact with emperor's blood once before in the black hole.

A hundred and seventy years ago, he had merged with the Hong Chen Six Paths and slain the Teng She Emperor's body. Afterward, due to a great battle with the Hong Chen Six Paths, he was thrown into the space black hole, where he stumbled upon a massive army of heavenly demons. While fleeing from them, he accidentally entered a sea of red clouds, and within it was a divine mirror stained with emperor's blood. Back then, he had nearly perished there.

He had survived by sheer fate, rescued at the critical moment by Jiang Tai Xu and Huang Zhe.

Later, he went to the Tian Zun ruins, while Jiang Tai Xu and Huang Zhe explored the red cloud sea and uncovered its secrets. It was only later that Huang Zhe told him about it; otherwise, he would still be in the dark about the mysteries within.

Now, encountering another artifact stained with emperor's blood, how could he not be astonished?

First, it was the blood-stained divine mirror, and now the blood-stained pagoda, adding another layer of mystery to the space black hole.

One thing was certain: the emperor's blood on the divine mirror and the one on the pagoda came from two different great emperors.

Suddenly, Ye Chen stepped into the purple cloud sea, convinced that Ji Ning Shuang was inside.

As soon as he entered, he felt a terrifying pressure, which grew stronger the deeper he went—or rather, the closer he got to the blood-stained pagoda, the more overwhelming it became. Even with his current Great Saint cultivation and two quasi-emperor artifacts hovering above him, he still felt immense strain.

The cloud sea was hazy, with fog that couldn't be dispelled, and even his divine sense was obscured.

When he reached about eight hundred zhang, Ye Chen paused slightly, for the scene before him had changed dramatically, as if he had stepped into a fairyland. Spiritual mountains rose majestically, streams flowed gently, mists swirled, and everything was ethereal and hazy. The fairyland was lush with grass and trees, verdant and thriving, every leaf and branch glowing with immortal light.

"Illusion." Ye Chen frowned, then gently closed his eyes.

In the next instant, he abruptly opened them, ripples spreading out from his eyes as the center.

However, the illusion did not dissipate. The fairyland remained as real as ever—or rather, the illusion was too powerful, even for him to break.

Of course, an illusion born from emperor's blood was not so easily shattered.

"Break for me." Ye Chen lightly shouted, his origin and bloodline trembling together, using the Dao heavenly sound to forcefully shatter the illusion.

As the illusion faded, the cloud sea returned to its normal state. Finally, he saw Ji Ning Shuang, her yuan shen form with eyes closed, floating quietly, as if trapped in the illusion and unable to escape.

Without hesitation, Ye Chen stepped forward and tapped a finger on Ji Ning Shuang's forehead, sealing her into the Chaos Cauldron.

Only then did he turn his gaze deeper, gathering the power of his Reincarnation Eye to part the layers of mist. It was as if he could peer through the void and see the suspended pagoda, its purple emperor's blood glaringly conspicuous.

Suddenly, blood trickled from the corners of Ye Chen's eyes. Clearly, he had glimpsed something he shouldn't have, suffering backlash from the emperor's blood.

Great emperors shook the ancients and illuminated the present; not a single one wasn't awe-inspiring across the universe. Even a trace of their blood could crush the eternal immortal dome—not just anyone could spy on it.

"Dad?" Ye Ling called out tentatively.

"I'm fine." Ye Chen wiped the blood from his eyes, not daring to venture further. He used the heavenly dao to escape the black hole. The blood-stained pagoda was a treasure, but one needed the life to claim it. If he got too close, he'd be ground to dust—unless he had an ultimate emperor weapon for protection, which he didn't.

Back in the starry sky, the star domain was vast and empty, scarred from the heavenly tribulation and battles, with only lingering blood mist drifting endlessly.

Ye Chen's yuan shen emerged, returning the Yao Chi Immortal Body to Ji Ning Shuang.

But Ji Ning Shuang remained unconscious, still in deep slumber.

Ye Chen stood suspended in the air, clasping his hands together to perform a great divine ability.

Immediately, strands of blood energy gathered, forming drops of fresh blood that gleamed golden.

It was sacred blood—his own—scattered during the earlier battle when his sacred body was shattered, leaving only his yuan shen. He needed this sacred blood to recast his sacred body.

Once he collected the sacred blood, he departed, seeking out a desolate ancient star and instantly entering it.

Under the moonlight, his yuan shen shone with golden light as the sacred blood merged in, gradually forming limbs, organs, meridians, and veins. Nourishing blood with blood and growing flesh from bone, every inch glowed golden. This was the true Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, appearing as if forged from gold, brimming with vigorous life force, vibrant and endless.

This was a lengthy process, the recasting of his sacred body proceeding methodically.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed quietly.

As nightfall approached, Ye Chen awoke, exhaling a long breath of turbid air. The moment he opened his eyes, two beams of divine light shot from them, piercing straight through mountains and rocks, even distorting the space.

"Still, my own body feels the most comfortable." Ye Chen stretched lazily, his body crackling with sounds. The cultivation of the Great Saint realm and its surging power gave him immense confidence. Now, even without quasi-emperor artifacts, he could face a quasi-emperor head-on—though peak quasi-emperor were an exception, as those only half a step from emperorship were no simple matter.

In the cauldron, Ji Ning Shuang awoke and stepped out, her cheeks flushed with a hint of red as she glanced at Ye Chen.

"Don't look at me like that." Ye Chen coughed awkwardly.

Ji Ning Shuang nearly laughed. If not like that, how should I look at you? She had kindly lent him her body, but what had he done? In front of everyone, no less. How could he pit his wife like that?

Ye Chen felt even more awkward. Heaven and earth could attest—he had only been curious the first time taking over a woman's body.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, the clever Ye Chen quickly changed the topic, tentatively asking Ji Ning Shuang, "In the memories of your inheritance, is there any connection between your Yao Chi Immortal Body lineage and my sacred body lineage?"

"There is no connection." Ji Ning Shuang gently shook her head.

"Then that's strange." Ye Chen stroked his chin.

"There's a problem."

"A big problem. The reason I could unlock two godly repositories in a row was because I entered your body. Some mysterious force was guiding it, like a key opening the door to the sacred body's godly repositories."

"This..." Ji Ning Shuang's lips parted slightly, completely caught off guard. So, Ye Chen's heaven-defying feat of unlocking two godly repositories had this secret behind it? If he hadn't mentioned it, she might never have known there was some link between the immortal body and the sacred body.

"I should find someone reliable to ask." Ye Chen said, offering a drop of fresh blood—Qin Meng Yao's—and summoning her from the underworld.

Qin Meng Yao regained her senses and, without a word, kicked Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was dumbfounded, clueless as to why she had kicked him. Did he have a face that deserved kicking?

"What you want to know is all in there. Go enjoy it quietly!" Qin Meng Yao tossed a jade slip to Ye Chen and pulled Ji Ning Shuang aside, naturally to ask about Zhao Yun.

As for why she had kicked Ye Chen earlier, it was because he was just too shameless.

Pitting his wife like that—who wouldn't deserve a kick?