Chapter 2204: Mapping Reincarnation

Under the moonlight, Ye Chen, having integrated the sixth lunhui mark, turned and vanished.

He walked slowly across the vast land, his gaze fixed on the ethereal sky. He did not witness the birth of his seventh life; unsurprisingly, the zhutian lunhui was acting up again. Through the veil of darkness, he could still see the figures of the Tianxuan Men cultivators, who had not yet located the three individuals who had escaped the cycle of lunhui.

He reappeared at Hengyue Zong, a place he had not visited in many years.

When he landed on Yunu Peak, his eyes lit up.

On the peak, besides the Yunu Peak Master, there were now two little girls, both around two or three years old, identical in appearance. They were like two playful little sprites, innocent and lively.

Indeed, they were Chu Xuan and Chu Ling, who had been brought back to Hengyue by Tongxuan Zhenren and had become disciples of Yunu Peak. In the future, they would inherit the position of peak master.

It had to be said that when they were young, the two of them looked exactly like Ruoxi.

At that moment, if Ruoxi were present, outsiders might think they were triplets, so striking was their resemblance, especially their large, expressive eyes, which seemed like perfect copies.

The current Yunu Peak Master exuded a gentle, maternal warmth. She personally bathed the two little girls, as if she were their own mother, treating them like her own daughters.

And Ye Chen, ever the opportunist, activated his lunhui eyes and used a replication secret technique to capture every single detail of the bath scene, not missing a thing.

When he returned, he would show these to Chu Xuan and Chu Ling. He would say, "Behave yourselves, because I have pictures of you running around with bare bottoms when you were kids."

After leaving Yunu Peak, Ye Chen visited other mountain peaks.

In this era, figures like Yang Dingtian, Xu Fu, Xiao Feng, and Feng Wuhen were already in Hengyue Zong, appearing as teenagers, older than Chu Xuan and Chu Ling. Yang Dingtian, in particular, was being personally trained by Tongxuan as a key disciple, being groomed to take charge of Hengyue Zong in the future.

Ye Chen did not leave; he stayed at Yunu Peak to watch them grow up.

Under the ancient tree, he sat cross-legged.

By now, he had integrated five lunhui marks. The lunhui immortal law of reversing the world was no longer something he had to strive for; he could summon it with a flick of his hand, and ordinary people could not withstand its power.

There was also the Great Lunhui Heavenly Illusion. Through years of contemplation and understanding, he had grasped its mysteries. The only thing missing was a test subject—with a single glance at an enemy, he could make them dream vividly. In his free time, he could even use these immortal eyes to tease his wives.

Night fell quietly once more.

Under the ancient tree, Ye Chen sat with his chin resting in his hand, watching the nearby grassy field.

His two little wives were full of energy, still playing, toddling after two butterflies, their giggles echoing across Yunu Peak.

The night eventually deepened, and the two little ones finally drifted off to sleep.

Ye Chen did not sleep. He took out a peach wood sword and began to move gently on Yunu Peak. Each stroke was slow but infused with profound dao principles, something that could only be perceived, not articulated. Only those who had returned to the essence of great divine abilities possessed such an aura.

This time, compared to before, there was an added trace of lunhui power, invisible and formless, or rather, fully integrated into the invisible, merging with the dao principles.

Meanwhile, in the original era on Yunu Peak, the women had not gone to sleep. They huddled together under the ancient tree, silent and still, more serene than the quiet night.

Little Ye Fan and Yang Lan were there too, nestled in their mother's arms.

The scene of a widow and orphans was heartbreaking; the only one missing was Ye Chen, leaving them with nothing but faint, ethereal memories.

The tenth emperor of Da Chu was the savior of the common people and the undefeated war god of the myriad domains, but he was not a good husband or a good father.

In a haze, they seemed to see a figure sword-dancing in the distance, his movements fluid and perfect, his back etched deeply into their souls.

The women wept, tears streaming down their faces.

They missed Ye Chen so much that in every moment of distraction, they saw his shadow.

Little did they know that the sword-dancer in the distance was not an illusion of memory but the real Ye Chen, a projection from the intersecting lunhui cycles.

"This."

Di Huang exclaimed in surprise, quite perplexed.

"It seems Ye Chen's comprehension of the lunhui laws has advanced further," Ming Di smiled, unable to conceal his astonishment. Even he had not fully unraveled such supreme laws; the mysteries of lunhui were endless, and as a great emperor, he was not all-powerful.

Di Huang said nothing, but he smiled with contentment. This junior of his was truly extraordinary. Just in terms of the lunhui spirit domain, he had already surpassed Di Huang. In the future, if Ye Chen achieved great success, he would surely exceed him.

In the dreamlike Yunu Peak of the thousand-year Da Chu, Ye Chen was still sword-dancing.

He was not without an audience; Ming Di and Di Huang were watching, as were Chu Ling, Chu Xuan, and the others. The cross-lunhui projection carried its own significance—visible but unattainable.

Perhaps even Ye Chen did not know that his sword-dancing could project into the original era, and his wives only thought it was a phantom from their memories.

The next day, little Chu Xuan and little Chu Ling woke up early.

These two little ones seemed tireless, even more playful than the day before.

Soon, the Yunu Peak Master appeared and took them to the spirit pool to cleanse their bodies, clear their meridians, and nourish their bones, building a solid foundation for future cultivation.

In the days and nights that followed, Ye Chen was always there, not missing a single moment, recording the childhood of Chu Xuan and Chu Ling. It was their memory, but to him, it was a segment of history.

At seven years old, the Yunu Peak Master began teaching them cultivation methods.

By nine, Chu Xuan had successfully condensed qi, while little Chu Ling was a bit slower, partly because she was too playful and faltered at key moments.

However, compared to Chu Xuan, her soul power was superior.

The Yunu Peak Master had known this for a long time and adjusted their training accordingly: for Chu Ling, she focused more on building soul power; for Chu Xuan, on refining spiritual power.

"Ah, we're all masters here, but why the difference in treatment!" Ye Chen sighed endlessly, recalling his own time joining Yunu Peak. Those two madwomen never treated him like a person—they pushed him to the brink every day, covered in injuries, all in the name of tempering him.

Given how harshly Chu Xuan and Chu Ling had treated him, he was never polite in bed, always holding his head high. The feeling of triumph was wonderful, and whenever he thought of it, his mind wandered, fantasizing about one day getting Chu Xuan and Chu Ling into the same bed—it would be quite the scene.

When Chu Xuan and Chu Ling turned ten, the Yunu Peak Master placed seals on them.

Ye Chen understood this well; it was a standard process for those practicing Yunu Peak's techniques. As for him, he was a male disciple and an exception, so it did not apply.

Three days later, Ye Chen left Hengyue Zong and headed to Bei Chu.

Passing through Dan City, he could not resist stopping for a look. Dan Chen was now the city lord, and alchemists from Da Chu flocked there, with many more joining Dan City.

In Dan City's Phoenix Pavilion, Qian Shang Yue was already present.

It was there that Ye Chen had bought the Fengyu Pearl Hairpin for Chu Xuan and Chu Ling. At the time, he had no idea about Qian Shang Yue's existence or her background as the daughter of the Yue Emperor. Of course, that was all predetermined history.

Next, he went to Yanhuang, which had split apart. Former brothers and sisters who were once as close as family now turned against each other, locked in endless civil war, allowing the Shixue Hall to profit and seize much of Yanhuang's territory.

In the second year, his seventh life was born into a poor family, struggling with hunger and clothing, mostly due to wars and natural disasters that brought suffering to the common people.

In that life, he would be a shop assistant, spending his days fawning and bowing.

In the future, I will return.

Ye Chen smiled and vanished into the void, heading straight to Tianxuan Men.

After so many years, seeing Donghuang Tai Xin again felt quite familiar. Entering the bamboo grove, he went directly to the immortal pool and noticed that Donghuang Tai Xin's three measurements had increased slightly. For this, the diligent Ye Chen even measured with his hands—hmm, indeed, they had grown a bit.

As he was observing, he suddenly saw a flash of seven-colored immortal light—it was the Zhuxian Sword.

Not only did he see it, but Donghuang Tai Xin did too. With a graceful spin, she put on her immortal robes and chased after the Zhuxian Sword.

As for Ye Chen, although he stood up, he did not pursue it, because the Zhuxian Sword was just feinting and had not actually left; it hid in the void, using an illusion to deceive Donghuang Tai Xin.

Under his watchful eye, the Zhuxian Sword shot into the ethereal realm, seeking the central array of the zhutian lunhui, intending to destroy it.

But it had underestimated the zhutian lunhui. After circling around, it disappeared once more.

Ye Chen saw it all clearly and understood the Zhuxian Sword's purpose: to break the zhutian lunhui and lure in the heavenly demons. He also confirmed that the Zhuxian Sword belonged to the heavenly demon side.

He thought of the female Shengti, who probably knew about the Zhuxian Sword too.

They might even be partners.

If that were true, it would be truly troublesome. A female Shengti already approaching great success was headache enough; add the Zhuxian Sword to the mix, and who in the zhutian could balance them?

Not long after, Donghuang Tai Xin returned, her brows slightly furrowed. In this Da Chu zhutian gate, no one had higher cultivation than her, yet there was a mysterious presence she could not catch—truly strange.

In the following days, the Zhuxian Sword kept appearing, showing great interest in the zhutian lunhui, each time leading Donghuang Tai Xin on a wild goose chase.

Ye Chen, who was comprehending the dao, was present each time. The issues with the zhutian lunhui were not just due to Shenxuan Feng, Hongchen, and Ruoxi; this damned Zhuxian Sword was also meddling in the shadows, with extremely covert methods that even Donghuang Tai Xin had not detected.

This was why heavenly demons would sneak in later—it must be the Zhuxian Sword providing support. The heavenly demons' invasion of Da Chu back then was largely thanks to the Zhuxian Sword.

Putting those thoughts aside, Ye Chen summoned the five lunhui marks, lining them up before him. Each mark represented a lifetime of his lunhui bodies, carrying lunhui power—visible but untouchable.

"Why is there no first life?" Ye Chen murmured to himself. This question had puzzled him for centuries. Since he had entered lunhui, it should have started from the first life.

In the end, it remained a mystery. Even peeking into lunhui, all he saw was chaos, occasionally a vague silhouette, nothing more.

He had asked Donghuang Tai Xin about it before, but she did not know either. With so many people in Da Chu entering lunhui every so often, who could make sense of it?

"By estimation, my first life must have been of heaven-piercing and earth-shattering caliber."

Ye Chen spoke with deep emotion. Since even he could not see it clearly in lunhui, that proved everything. It might even have been a great emperor—hmm, like the legendary Xianwu Emperor. If he could claim that as family, his status would crush all beings.