Chapter 2209: Reincarnation Teleportation

In the millennium of Da Chu, within Ling Yu, Ye Chen stood quietly, his brow furrowed and his eyes filled with uncertainty. He wasn't sure how much time had passed in the original era since he entered lun hui—it could have been just three or five days, or three to five years, or even longer, perhaps a century or a millennium.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the world, the heavens had already forgotten about the Sheng Ti Ye Chen. To them, he was dead, and his wives had wept so heartbreakingly that even just hearing it made one's heart ache intensely, let alone witnessing it.

Suddenly, the world around him underwent a strange transformation. The reason it was strange was that Ling Yu—whether its vast rivers and mountains, its cultivators and mortals, or everything else in the heavens and earth—was dissolving visibly, bit by bit, into a murky chaos. Even the cries of pain and wails of agony were swallowed by the chaos.

In other words, he was now in the midst of this chaos. However, he wasn't surprised by it.

Lun hui had reached its endpoint in this era, and the eras that followed no longer had a place for him. For Ye Chen, an era without him wasn't part of history. Since it wasn't history, he couldn't see what came after.

He understood that this chaos was the end of his lun hui. He also realized that the original era was separated from him by just one barrier, and to escape lun hui, he needed to break through that barrier—which was lun hui itself.

Once he figured this out, he sat down cross-legged in the chaos. Since lun hui was a barrier, he needed to comprehend it. Only by fully understanding the laws of lun hui would he have a chance to get out, and this process might take an extremely long time, depending entirely on fate.

In the chaos, his mind was empty and serene, like an old monk in meditation, radiating a dignified aura. As his Sheng Ti trembled, the eight lun hui marks emerged, shimmering with mysterious immortal light. They arranged themselves and circled his body, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes solid, sometimes ethereal, with layers of invisible halos spreading infinitely in all directions.

Through the lun hui marks, he could clearly see the eight lun hui. It wasn't just memory; it was as if he had fallen into them, experiencing it all firsthand. Each lun hui was a lifetime—whether thirty years or sixty— and the wheel of history didn't stop for him. Every step his lun hui self took left traces, and when those traces gathered, they formed his lun hui.

In the chaos, misty chaos clouds drifted silently, resembling a spatial black hole, except that here, there was still a faint light.

At some point, a strange sound emerged—it was the heavenly sound of the Dao, emanating from Ye Chen. He had become increasingly extraordinary, his body glowing with immortal light and enveloped in divine radiance. Dao principles manifested, intertwining with lun hui forces around him, and various visions appeared: azure dragons coiling, phoenixes crying out, white tigers roaring, and black tortoises paving the way. The external manifestations of the Dao evolved from the chaos's beginning to the birth of all things, reaching their ultimate form.

This scene lasted for a full ten years.

On the eleventh year, the eight lun hui marks circling him trembled in unison, their speed increasing from slow to fast until they formed a ring of light. Reaching a certain critical point, Ye Chen vanished with a whoosh.

When he reappeared, he was in a vast landscape of mountains and rivers. After ten years, he opened his eyes for the first time and recognized it as Da Chu.

What the hell!

He stood up and scanned the surroundings, his mouth twitching. It was indeed Da Chu, but the millennium Da Chu. In other words, he hadn't escaped lun hui; instead, he had been transported from its end back into it. He would have to walk the path of lun hui again, and this time, the journey would be incredibly long.

He went to Heng Yue to confirm—it was the era of his seventh life. At the peak of Yu Nu Peak, he pondered deeply.

He remained there for three days, his eyes gleaming with realization. It must have been the eight lun hui marks activating, like a transmission array, sending him from the end of lun hui to his seventh life.

So, perhaps he could use the lun hui marks to transmit himself out of lun hui. The principle was sound, but he needed a direction.

Once again, he sat cross-legged and activated the eight lun hui marks. Just as before, they arranged themselves and circled him, speeding up until they formed a ring of light. With a whoosh, Ye Chen disappeared and reappeared in an instant.

Still in the millennium Da Chu, but now the era of his sixth life.

Again!

Ye Chen shouted lightly, and the eight lun hui activated, making him vanish and reappear. Still millennium Da Chu, but the era of his fifth life.

Continue!

Ye Chen muttered to himself and activated it a third time, disappearing from lun hui and reappearing. As expected, it was millennium Da Chu, the era of his fourth life.

Ye Chen nearly stumbled and fell. Damn it, he was trying to get out of lun hui, but instead, he was going backward—from the seventh life to the sixth, then to the fifth, and now to the fourth. If this kept up, would he end up at the second life?

As it turned out, he did reach the second life. In this era, his second-life self had just ascended the throne and was massacring wildly, staining the royal court with blood.

Watching his second-life self grow more imposing, Ye Chen stroked his chin and thought: If I transmit once more, could I reach the first life? It was possible.

Thinking this, he activated lun hui without hesitation. Then came a miserable scream, full of domineering energy—it was Ye Chen. He had indeed reached the first life, but only for a moment before a mysterious and powerful force flung him out. He didn't even catch a glimpse of anyone; everything went black.

When he got up, he was back in the era of his second life. His condition was terrible, as if he had suffered lun hui backlash—his Sheng Ti was covered in bloody wounds, and even his primordial spirit was severely damaged, on the verge of collapsing. It was truly frightening.

For the first time, he behaved himself, sitting cross-legged to suppress the backlash with all his might. It wasn't until the ninth day that he awoke, rubbing his dizzy head and still feeling a lingering fear. Just how powerful was his first life that even he couldn't glimpse it? Merely touching it brought disaster. Surviving was sheer luck.

Though puzzled, he had no time to dwell on it and activated lun hui again. This time, it was slightly different: from the second life, he transmitted to the third; from the third to the fourth; then to the fifth, and finally to the eighth.

By the ninth life, he steadied himself and firmly believed that the next time, he would escape lun hui. The sequence was set—if not, it would be utterly unjust.

However, when he activated lun hui and reappeared, an urge to curse arose. He still hadn't escaped; instead, he was back in the fifth life.

This would make anyone want to swear. The sequence was all lined up—why wasn't it following the rules? After the eighth life came the ninth, so after the ninth, why not let him out? Sending him back to the fifth life—what kind of messed-up operation was this? Where was the integrity?

Ye Chen, the young master, refused to believe it and mustered his strength to tinker with lun hui again. This time, it truly defied the norms. The lun hui transmission array worked well, jumping around from the second to the ninth life countless times, but he couldn't get out or reach the first life. Occasionally, he'd enter it a couple of times, only to be thrown out immediately, seeing nothing and ending up injured.

This painful lesson proved how crucial having a direction was. Without it, he was like a headless fly, bouncing around aimlessly.

"You keep an eye on it; I'll rest for a while."

Ming Di rubbed his eyes. Just watching Ye Chen dart around was exhausting, and even a great emperor's eyes couldn't handle it anymore—it was all a blur.

If even he felt this way, Emperor Desolate was in worse shape. His brilliant golden eyes were now threaded with blood. Casually peering into lun hui caused backlash for a great emperor, let alone for him.

"Does he really need to merge with his first-life lun hui to get out?"

"It's not about his first life; it's that he hasn't fully comprehended the laws of lun hui yet." Ming Di continued rubbing his eyes. "If he could thoroughly understand lun hui, he wouldn't have to go through all this trouble."

"He's only a Da Sheng—expecting him to enlighten on lun hui is too harsh."

"There's no other way."