Chapter 2185: Breaking the Reincarnation Contract

Chapter 2185: Reincarnation Breaks the Contract

Late at night, Ye Chen sent the little baby back.

Before leaving, he couldn't resist taking a bit of her blood. The yongsheng ti was a rare phenomenon across eternity, and now that he'd encountered a living one, he had to study it thoroughly.

Under the taohua tree, Ye Chen sat cross-legged, with a drop of blood from the yongsheng ti hovering before him. The blood wasn't red, but a vibrant green, symbolizing eternal vitality and brimming with immense life force—far surpassing his own huanggu shengti. Within it lurked a mysterious power that could spontaneously generate spiritual energy, and that was the secret behind calling it the yongsheng ti.

"It is indeed profound," Ye Chen murmured, as he merged a drop of the yongsheng ti blood into his body. To his surprise, his saint blood didn't reject it; it fused perfectly.

Not only that, his saint blood now carried an extra trace of inexplicable power, filled with life force.

Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh in admiration. The blood of the yongsheng ti was far superior to any elixir for extending life—which was why it was called yongsheng, as every part of it was a treasure.

Given the overpowering nature of the yongsheng ti bloodline, Ye Chen also drew a little blood from Dongfang Yuling. Though she was currently just a baby, her life force was abundant, and she was innately a cultivator, so it wouldn't harm her.

As dawn approached, Ye Chen finally stood up and left behind a lotus platform—a genuine dasheng bing infused with his divine sense—to protect the ten mu of peach blossom grove.

He didn't unlock Dongfang Yuling's memories from her previous life. Since she had been reborn, she deserved a different childhood, making her mother's centuries of pregnancy worthwhile.

Though the tiandao had activated, sending him into the heidong, he still left behind two strands of divine sense before departing.

Unfortunately, his divine sense didn't last long. As soon as he left, a crystalline jade hand swept through the void, erasing it.

The one who acted was the female shengti—though unseen, her aura was palpable.

In the peach blossom grove, she lingered for a while, quietly watching the sleeping Dongfang Yuling. The chubby little one was incredibly adorable, and even as a woman herself, she felt a surge of maternal tenderness.

Like Ye Chen, she took some fresh blood from the yongsheng ti, fully aware of its hidden secrets.

In the heidong, Ye Chen streaked like a beam of immortal light, strikingly radiant.

It wasn't until over a dozen days later that he emerged, but the realm he fell into was utterly desolate, devoid of any life energy—or rather, this star domain had been obliterated during the tianmo invasion, with everyone in the realm wiped out in the fierce battle.

Ye Chen traveled in silence, searching the entire realm, but found no signs of life.

The subsequent realms were the same. The tianmo invasion had been devastatingly brutal, leaving most realms completely destroyed. Ye Chen moved quickly, leaving strands of divine sense in each one to guide the plane's children.

In a new realm, he paused.

This was the first realm with cultivators that he'd found since leaving the Xiu Chen Domain.

In the dead of night, he stood in the void, his powerful divine sense enveloping the entire world, his dashengjing pressure causing the heavens and earth to rumble.

The realm's cultivators were alarmed. The only six dasheng present rushed from all directions, and what they saw was Ye Chen wearing a mask. His aura was overwhelmingly strong, like that of a god, inspiring awe.

"We greet the senior," the six said in unison, bowing respectfully without any pretense.

"How do I get to the Ling Domain?" Ye Chen asked calmly.

"Uh..." The six dasheng coughed awkwardly, all shaking their heads helplessly.

"In this realm, is there anyone who has signed a contract with the Zhutian?" Ye Chen asked again.

"But we don't know what kind of contract the senior means."

"A tongling contract," Ye Chen said slowly. "To put it plainly, can you contact the Zhutian?"

"There is someone, but they perished in the tianmo invasion."

"That's nonsense," Ye Chen said with a deep breath, then turned and vanished.

This time, he didn't thoroughly search the realm, as he didn't want to waste time. He needed to find the Ling Domain as quickly as possible.

Following another tiandao, he entered the heidong and continued onward.

It was a long journey, and whether in the heidong or the realms, his figure remained solitary and desolate.

This went on for three years.

Three years might pass in an instant for cultivators, but for Ye Chen, the great emperor of Da Chu, there was no respite.

In those three years, his luck was terrible. He only found seven realms: five were dead realms with no life, one was a mortal realm, and the seventh had cultivators, but its spiritual energy was so thin that the strongest among them was only at the Zhenyangjing.

Over the same three years, the plane's child and the Shengzun hadn't returned to the Zhutian. They had been traversing various realms but hadn't found a trace of Ye Chen, missing each other by chance several times.

As time dragged on, the two supreme figures grew increasingly frustrated. After searching for so long without results, something must be amiss. With Ye Chen's wisdom, he would have left divine sense clues, yet they hadn't found a single one.

This proved that someone was erasing Ye Chen's divine sense, and that mysterious person must be an unparalleled expert capable of traversing realms.

"What do you think?" the Shengzun asked, standing on a mountain peak and glancing at the plane's child. After three years, the two had returned to the Luoshao Domain, to that same small hill.

"There are only two possibilities for evading our pursuit," the plane's child pondered. "Either it's the Zhuixian Jian or the female shengti—only they could do it."

At those words, the Shengzun's eyes narrowed slightly. The plane's child's guess aligned with his own. They had been searching for eight years now without any leads, indicating an invisible hand manipulating events, causing them and Ye Chen to keep missing each other.

What puzzled them most was why Ye Chen was wandering through so many realms. Had he perhaps found the Qingtian Mozhu?

At this point, the plane's child regretted not marking the locations of the various realms for Ye Chen, sparing him from fumbling around like a headless fly.

While they were troubled, Ye Chen was even more so.

After three years, he had nothing to show for it, truly like a headless fly, darting back and forth in search of the Ling Domain.

In a stretch of heidong, exhaustion forced him to stop. He looked inward at himself, where a strand of tianmo essence still hid in his origin. As long as the tianmo essence hadn't dissipated, it meant the Qingtian Mozhu was still there.

This was why he frowned. He had left divine sense in so many realms; the plane's child couldn't have missed it. If he had seen it, he would have gone to the Ling Domain and destroyed the Qingtian Mozhu. But three years had passed, and the tianmo essence remained, leaving Ye Chen baffled. Had the plane's child not come looking for him? Or had his divine sense been erased again?

The wise emperor of Da Chu sensed something strange, vaguely aware of a mysterious force disrupting the order of the universe and blocking the Zhutian people from reaching the Ling Domain.

He was certain this mysterious force was the Zhuixian Jian, causing all the trouble.

With a sigh, he set off again.

In the following days, even Di Huang and Ming Di couldn't help but rub their brows as they watched.

Ye Chen and the others were unaware, but the two supreme beings saw it clearly: they kept appearing in various realms but never met, as mysterious as a game of hide-and-seek.

Of course, this wasn't Ye Chen's fault—it was all due to the female shengti, who moved like a ghost, erasing every strand of Ye Chen's divine sense without fail.

This shocked the two supreme beings, marveling at the female shengti's incredible divine abilities, allowing her to pinpoint Ye Chen's location across realms with such precision.

Over time, they realized the issue lay with that memory contract, which must carry a locking secret technique. No matter where Ye Chen went, she could find him. With her interference, Ye Chen might never locate the Ling Domain.

In the blink of an eye, another two months passed.

Exactly two months later, Ye Chen found a new realm.

In the void, Ye Chen gazed at the vast expanse of rampaging yellow sand, feeling an urge to curse. This realm had no life either—all he saw was desert. Not a soul in sight, not even a drop of water. What a godforsaken place; it was no wonder nothing could thrive here.

"I'm done searching, just done," Ye Chen muttered, waving his hand and plopping down on the ground. After over three years, he was exhausted and unrewarded. The stubborn him finally gave in, deciding to wait in this realm for the plane's child—or even the female shengti—to find him.

And so, in the sandstorm-ridden realm, Young Master Ye assumed his signature pose: hands propping up his chin, utterly bored. If you stuck a pole in him and hung up Xu Banxian's white cloth, he'd look even more the part.

Waiting was tedious. In his boredom, Ye Chen sat up straight and closed his eyes slightly, contemplating the lunhui principles.

In his meditative state, he was repeatedly buried by the yellow sand, and from a distance, you wouldn't even know there was a person in the desert.

As his natal artifact, the Chaos Cauldron was quite considerate, emerging every so often to brush away the sand for its master.

Thus, nine days slowly drifted by.

On the tenth day, Ye Chen opened his eyes, two beams of tangible immortal light shooting from them and piercing the void. Once the light faded, his lunhui eyes appeared even more profound, especially the lunhui mark, which shone more brilliantly. Nine days of seclusion had deepened his understanding of the lunhui principles.

Reverse lunhui!

With his soft utterance, vast swathes of yellow sand vanished instantly, dissolved into the lunhui.

A smile crept onto Ye Chen's lips. The elusive lunhui immortal technique was now much more reliable in its activation.

At that moment, night fell again, and under the moonlight, the contract god mark on his brow reappeared.

His eyes lit up, and he stroked his chin, scrutinizing the contract god mark, deep in thought.

A few seconds later, he closed his eyes and applied reverse lunhui to the contract god mark, testing if this technique that could dissolve sand would work on it.

The result surprised him greatly. The domineering contract god mark couldn't escape the dissolution of reverse lunhui, and in just a few moments, it erased the contract between him and the female shengti.

"How is that possible?" In the instant the contract god mark vanished, the female shengti in Da Chu suddenly looked up, her expression one of utter disbelief, unable to fathom how Ye Chen had broken her contract.

This disbelief amused Ming Di and Di Huang immensely. They held Ye Chen's lunhui immortal technique in high regard—it was incredibly effective, even capable of dissolving a contract.

With the contract broken, the situation changed dramatically, meaning the female shengti could no longer lock onto Ye Chen's position. Without her interference, it was only a matter of time before Ye Chen met up with the plane's child and the others.

Not to mention, the female shengti, who had been about to visit Donghuang Taiyi for a chat, turned around and headed to the realms to find Ye Chen.

This time, tracking him down wouldn't be so straightforward. With the contract god mark gone, she'd lost the locking secret technique and would have to search the realms one by one.

In the desert realm, Ye Chen stroked his chin, his expression odd.

Back when he and the female shengti formed the contract, he felt nothing.

Now that it was broken, he still felt nothing. This peculiar contract was unlike any he'd encountered before—he didn't even know what it signified.

Unable to figure it out, he stopped thinking about it. Ye Chen summoned his dragon bed, didn't ask permission, and quickly climbed on.

The dragon bed didn't reject him—who could blame him for being a shengti, or for being mortal enemies with the Zhuixian Jian? Its master was also the Zhuixian Jian's enemy, so an enemy's enemy could be an ally.

If conditions allowed, the dragon bed would surely help Ye Chen ascend and then go deal with the Zhuixian Jian.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen had already sat cross-legged on it, quietly comprehending the Dao. Listening to the grand heavenly sounds, his mind wandered into an ancient secret realm. Bursts of brilliant light radiated from his sacred body, accompanied by ancient visions: divine dragons coiling, phoenixes crying, white tigers roaring, and black tortoises paving the way, all surrounding him as chaos dao principles evolved and the chaos great realm faintly emerged.

At some point, the dragon bed trembled slightly.

This tremor made Ye Chen frown slightly in his meditation.

Vaguely, he saw blurry scenes: the Zhutian crumbling without warning, one great realm rising slowly to the peak of the nine heavens, transforming into an immortal domain named Tianjie; another great realm sinking to the depths of the nine underworlds, becoming a hell named Mingjie.

"Were the three realms formed like this?" Ye Chen frowned, staring intently at the blurry scenes.

Once Tianjie and Mingjie took shape, they fell into stillness.

But the human realm—the Zhutian—was still in chaotic explosion, its fragments scattering to form countless small realms. He clearly saw the Huo Domain, Ling Domain, Lei Domain, and more.

In an instant, the scenes of the myriad realms were etched deeply in his divine sea.

Even the shape, outline, and position of each realm were firmly memorized.

Outside, the dragon bed trembled again, and the blurry scenes dissipated, pulling Ye Chen's mind back.

His heart was shaken, having witnessed the formation of the heaven, earth, and human three realms and the myriad domains. The apocalyptic destruction still made him uneasy.

Yet he didn't understand why the Zhutian had split apart—was it man-made or a natural phenomenon?

He stepped down from the dragon bed, furrowing his brow as he looked at it.

Clearly, the dragon bed had witnessed the formation of the three realms and myriad domains. Those blurry scenes were likely fragments of its memory—or perhaps, it had deliberately shown them to him.

"I get your meaning," Ye Chen said, waving his hand to bring out maps of the various realms.

By comparing them, he identified this realm: it was called the Huangmo Domain, shaped like a cone.

" A cone-shaped realm," Ye Chen murmured, closing his eyes and finding a similarly cone-shaped realm in the scenes of the myriad domains' formation—that was the Huangmo Domain.

Then, he pulled up the scene of the Ling Domain.

Overall, the Ling Domain was shaped like a maple leaf.

Ye Chen closed his eyes again and accurately located a realm shaped like a maple leaf in the formation scenes—that was the Ling Domain.

After a few breaths, he opened his eyes and slowly rose, gazing into the void.

Since he had identified the two realms, he could determine their positions and thus the route from the Huangmo Domain to the Ling Domain.

This was exactly what the dragon bed intended: by showing him the scenes of the three realms and myriad domains' formation, it helped him pinpoint the realms' locations, so he wouldn't have to wander aimlessly like a headless fly.