Chapter 2179: Torn Down

Chapter 2179: Dismantled

Night fell once more in Luo Sha Yu.

On the same small hill, the Child of the Plane and Sheng Zun sat side by side, one on the left, one on the right. Both were hunched over, sticks in hand, drawing circles and X's in the dirt. They had been there for over ten days, waiting until the flowers had wilted, but no one emerged from the black hole.

As dawn approached, the two finally stood up, their faces dark with frustration as they glanced at the emptiness before leaving Luo Sha Yu. Full of pent-up anger, they continued their search for Ye Chen, having already decided that once they found him, they would beat him first and talk later. They had been looking for five years without a trace – how could he be so elusive?

Ye Chen remained unaware of their plans and was still sound asleep in the Ling Xiao Bao Dian.

Three days passed quietly.

On the fourth day, he finally rubbed his head and got up, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Now, he was exceptionally cautious, no longer daring to casually peek at the dragon throne or attempt to divine its secrets. It wasn't that the throne itself was terrifying, but its owner was. Though long buried, the lingering aura of power remained.

Of course, such a valuable treasure was something Ye Chen wouldn't let slip away. Just for its material and the enlightenment power it held, he had to take it with him. He could chat with it daily and occasionally coax it for some benefits.

With that thought, Ye Chen rolled up his sleeves and tried to lift the dragon throne.

This sight made Ming Di sigh and click his tongue in amazement. "You little Sacred Body, you're quite bold to even attempt this. If you can move it, I'll take your surname."

Indeed, Ye Chen couldn't budge it. The dragon throne was incredibly heavy, heavier than an eight-thousand-zhang mountain.

"If it weren't for seeing you as a treasure, I'd dismantle you—believe it or not."

"The black hole is so dark and boring; I'd take you to see the colorful world."

"There's an old man with no shame who loves to peep."

Ye Chen strained with all his might while switching to a mode of coaxing and threatening, chattering on endlessly without pause.

However, the dragon throne showed no reaction at all to his rambling.

"Keep trying to move me. If you can shift me even a bit, I'll take your surname. Where on earth did you even come from?"

Ye Chen kept talking diligently, activating various forbidden techniques, even unleashing the Great Reincarnation Heavenly Burial. His face turned red from the effort, but the dragon throne didn't move an inch, leaving him exhausted.

After another attempt, Ye Chen sat down directly in front of it, pulling out a wine flask and taking sips while staring meaningfully at the throne. His pale face was lined with frustration. "I've slain emperors before, yet I can't move a little dragon throne like you. You're truly impressive!"

After finishing the flask, he propped his chin in his hands and gazed at it longingly. "You're just sitting here doing nothing. Why not come with me? Help me gain enlightenment, and when my Sacred Body reaches its peak, I'll go destroy the Zhu Xian Jian."

As soon as he said this, the dragon throne trembled slightly.

Ye Chen, who was sitting on the ground, quickly stood up, his eyes flashing with insight. It seemed he had uncovered something—the dragon throne was reacting to the Zhu Xian Jian, and it was a reaction of anger.

This was the breakthrough. Clearly, the dragon throne had a grudge against the Zhu Xian Jian, or more precisely, its owner did.

"It's a seven-colored sword, incredibly domineering."

"It's caused so much bloodshed across the heavens. Most of my Sacred Body lineage's ancestors died by its hand."

"In the Di Jue realm, I once saw a female emperor slain by it."

Ye Chen was full of energy now, speaking nonstop.

Unlike before, he focused solely on the Zhu Xian Jian.

And it worked. Each time he mentioned it, the dragon throne trembled, and the tremors grew stronger, making the entire Ling Xiao Bao Dian rumble. Chunks of broken tiles fell from the ceiling.

The more the dragon throne reacted, the more vigorously Ye Chen spoke, listing out all the Zhu Xian Jian's crimes in detail.

He even attributed the bloodbaths of the Hong Huang great clans to it, not for any other reason than to provoke the dragon throne further. The more agitated it became, the better his chances of taking it.

Eventually, Ye Chen stopped talking because he had run out of things to say. It felt like he had blamed every sin in the world on the Zhu Xian Jian.

If the Zhu Xian Jian were here, it would surely want to have a serious chat with Ye Chen: "Are you completely shameless?"

The dragon throne eventually fell silent, only twitching slightly from time to time.

For a long while, Ye Chen said nothing, just stared at it. After all that talk, there had to be some effect.

Not long after, he cautiously approached and tried to lift it again.

This time, he actually succeeded.

At that moment, Ming Di stumbled, his eyes wide in shock.

"Ye Great Emperor, what are your thoughts on this?" Di Huang said meaningfully, emphasizing "Ye Great Emperor" with a touch of sarcasm.

There was a reason for calling Ming Di by that name.

Earlier, Ming Di had confidently thought to himself that if Ye Chen could lift the white jade dragon throne, he'd take Ye Chen's surname. Though it was a private thought, Di Huang had caught it.

Now that Ye Chen had lifted it, didn't that mean Ming Di had to change his surname?

Ming Di's face darkened noticeably, and he glared at Di Huang with fiery eyes. "You're quite the skill master! You can even read my private thoughts."

Di Huang just laughed, smiling more freely than he had since arriving in the Ming Realm, standing tall and straight. His descendant from the Sacred Body lineage was truly making him proud.

"Come with me, and I'll make sure you eat well and drink fine." The proud Sacred Body descendant—Ye Chen—was even happier, already carrying the dragon throne down the stone steps, feeling triumphant. It was a real treasure, and all that time spent hadn't been wasted.

The dragon throne fell silent, transforming into a strand of immortal light that entered Ye Chen's sea of consciousness.

Afterward, the Chaos Cauldron emerged, heading to Ye Chen's dantian to join the Immortal Fire and Heavenly Thunder. Truth be told, the Immortal Fire and Heavenly Thunder didn't like it and often wanted to fight, but they were no match and ended up cowed by the Chaos Cauldron.

As the owner, Ye Chen didn't leave just yet.

After taking the dragon throne, he set his sights on the four copper pillars supporting the Ling Xiao Bao Dian. He circled them a few times, tapping them occasionally, considering taking them too.

In fact, he tried, hugging one with all his strength, but it didn't budge. The pillars were massive, like ones holding up the sky—it would be a miracle to move them.

So, the shameless Ye Chen repeated his trick, recounting all the Zhu Xian Jian's crimes to the copper pillars, whether they applied or not.

The tactic worked, albeit a bit outdated. One of the pillars actually followed him, turning into an iron rod and entering Ye Chen's dantian.

Then, the Chaos Cauldron came out again, along with the Immortal Fire and Heavenly Thunder.

The three companions entered one of Ye Chen's storage bags, where they'd live together from now on.

With one of the four copper pillars gone, the other three remained unmoved. If they all left, the Ling Xiao Bao Dian would collapse.

However, Ye Chen's next actions left the palace in no better shape than if it had collapsed.

As the tenth emperor of Da Chu, he had no shame at all. He took everything in the hall he could—stone lamps, screens, curtains, tables, chairs, teapots, wine cups—as long as he could coax them away, he didn't leave a single one. He even pried up a few floor tiles.

And that wasn't the end. Once outside the Ling Xiao Bao Dian, Ye Chen climbed onto the roof.

He started ripping off the tiles one by one. Each tile had spirituality and wasn't ordinary; they could be used as weapons in a pinch.

This outrageous scene left even Ming Di and Di Huang speechless, their mouths twitching. What was once the grandest palace in the heavenly court had been stripped down to pieces by him. They had seen shameless people, but never one so utterly without morals. He wasn't just proud—he was aiming for the stars!

Under the watchful eyes of the two supreme beings, Ye Chen finally left, carrying a large sack and humming tunes along the way, his gleeful expression making him look just like a thief who had pulled off a big heist.

Behind him, the so-called Ling Xiao Bao Dian was a total wreck, barely more than a skeleton. For a place swept by Ye the Great, having a skeleton left was already impressive.

No one knew if the owner of the heavenly court was still alive. If they were and learned of this, they would probably send this emperor back to the womb for a complete redo.