Chapter 2212: I Don't Think So

Ye Chen reappeared, now in the space black hole, preparing to return to Zhutian.

Like a divine ray, he streaked through the black hole, cutting a brilliant arc. His overwhelming killing intent was impossible to suppress. He could easily imagine how helpless and grief-stricken his wives must have been when Honghuang delivered the challenge to Dachu, their bullying reaching right to their doorstep.

The Honghuang Clan had once again touched his reverse scale.

Wait for me!

The emperor’s gaze was as firm as iron.

This time, he would not return as the emperor of Dachu, but as a husband. He would once again hold up the sky for his wife and children, even if it meant his body was shattered to pieces.

With that thought, his speed surged to the highest it had ever been since he began cultivating.

As he traveled through a section of the black hole, a familiar fluctuation suddenly emerged.

Immediately, a buzzing sound followed. The Chaos Cauldron appeared out of nowhere, along with the Broken Emperor Sword, the Lingxiao Iron Stick, and the White Jade Dragon Chair, all rushing toward him like four streaks of immortal light.

Ye Chen was stunned. How had these four ended up in the black hole?

As he spoke, the Chaos Cauldron arrived first, circling around Ye Chen with its massive body before rubbing against him forcefully, expressing its longing. Fortunately, it was Ye Chen; if it were anyone else, that rub would have sent them flying into the void.

Ye Chen was delighted. His natal artifact hadn’t been lost after all.

He quickly looked into the cauldron and saw Beisheng still there, lying peacefully. She was no longer in her Tianmo form and had returned to normal, as had the many others who had transformed into Tianmo—they had all reverted and awakened, though they remained sealed.

Meanwhile, the Lingxiao Iron Stick, Broken Emperor Sword, and White Jade Dragon Chair also arrived, trembling violently as if excited or joyful, circling around Ye Chen.

Ye Chen said nothing, his eyes narrowing as he examined the four artifacts.

It was clear they all bore deep gashes, as if carved by a sword, each mark stained with a multicolored ethereal glow.

Evidently, these were wounds inflicted by the Zhuxian Sword.

In other words, the four of them had fought the Zhuxian Sword. It must have been on that night three years ago, with the Zhuxian Sword surely present, though he hadn't known it at the time. They had chased it into the black hole and waited there for three years, as if anticipating his return. Their wait had not been in vain—he had indeed come back.

"You four, did you manage to kill the Zhuxian Sword?"

This time, the four treasures responded in unison with a buzz, unable to speak, but Ye Chen could discern their meaning: No.

"I think also not." Ye Chen coughed dryly.

Each of them was covered in wounds from being hacked at—it was obvious they had been thoroughly beaten.

Besides, the Zhuxian Sword was no ordinary immortal sword.

To this day, he still didn't know what material it was forged from—extremely hard and incredibly resilient. Without a Dacheng Saint Body, no one could truly destroy it, especially in its weakened state. If it were at its peak, even a Dacheng Saint Body would be instantly slain.

Moreover, the Zhuxian Sword's ability to escape was nothing short of heaven-defying, unmatched in the world. With their level of cultivation, they were far from catching it.

"What exactly happened in the Magic Pillar World that night?" Ye Chen stared intently at the Chaos Cauldron, hoping his natal artifact could give him a clear answer.

The Chaos Cauldron buzzed once, full of confusion, offering no response.

Ye Chen turned his gaze to the Broken Emperor Sword, Lingxiao Iron Stick, and White Jade Dragon Chair.

They reacted the same way.

This made Ye Chen furrow his brow. Clearly, like him, the four of them had no memory of the events in the Magic Pillar World—or rather, it had been erased by some mysterious force.

It was bizarre, truly bizarre. He hadn't figured it out during the thousand-year reincarnation, and even now upon his return, he still couldn't understand it.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he decided not to dwell on it. He continued on his way, needing to hurry back before the great battle to send that bastard from Honghuang, named Hanjiang, on his journey to the afterlife.

Zhutian was extraordinarily lively.

Gazing into the distance, the starry sky was a sea of people, with figures like streaks of immortal light streaking across the vast expanse, converging from all directions toward Wangxuan Star.

Wangxuan Star was a legendary celestial body, the largest star in Zhutian, though unfortunately a dead and silent one. Legend had it that in ancient times, a great power resided on this ancient star, but due to the depletion of stellar essence, the spiritual energy faded, leading everyone to leave. Over endless ages, it had become a desolate star.

On Wangxuan Star stood a towering divine monument known as the Heroic Monument, inscribed with names to commemorate the heroic souls who fell during the Tianmo invasion.

At that moment, Wangxuan Star was packed with crowds.

Waves of cultivators from Zhutian arrived, filling the heavens and covering the earth. Mountain peaks were lined with figures—men and women, old and young, from quasi-emperors to imperial realm experts, too numerous to count.

"Honghuang is really going too far this time."

"They've bullied Zhutian enough—arbitrarily slaughtering people is bad enough, but hiding during the Tianmo invasion is even worse."

"It's a pity the Saint Body died so young; otherwise, how would Honghuang dare to act so brazenly?"

The people hadn't all gathered yet, but the curses had already begun, their anger toward Honghuang etched deep into their bones.

Amid the anger, the world couldn't help but sigh with regret over Ye Chen's death, feeling it a great loss. A supreme war god who had slain emperors multiple times and saved the common people more than once—though three years had passed, that unyielding silhouette still lingered in everyone's souls.

"The people from Dachu have arrived." Amid the discussions, someone pointed it out.

With that, all eyes turned in one direction.

There, a massive gate stood tall, an imperial domain gate.

Donghuang Taixin stepped out first, truly radiant and peerless, her expression aloof like a queen reigning over the nine heavens, untouched by the mortal world. Behind her followed Shenjiang Tianjiu, Weimian Zhizi, Shengzun, Yuehuang, Chimoweishen, and many other quasi-emperors from Dachu.

The crowd spotted the Yaochi Immortal Body, not in her usual feminine attire but with her hair tied up, dressed as a man in battle armor. Ye Chen's other wives were the same, each like a female general, full of heroic spirit.

The talents from Dachu had also arrived, each carrying a wine flask and wetting their throats, waiting for Honghuang to show up so they could curse them senseless.

Whenever this happened, the talents from Xuanhuang, Zhutian, and various unserious old folks would gather together in tacit understanding.

Talents recognized talents; they shared a bond and needed to stick together.

This legendary support group was made up of them—to curse Honghuang until they couldn't lift their heads, that was their job. They had never disappointed Zhutian; every time Honghuang came, they left doubting their existence, absolutely upholding Zhutian's dignity.

"Be honest and follow my lead. When the time comes, don't hold back—curse them to death for me." Xie Yun took charge, shouting orders and giving a pre-battle pep talk.

"Just watch!"

"Let's curse them till they cry."

The talents from all sides rolled up their sleeves, their pent-up anger burning as they waited for Honghuang to arrive, ready to unleash a storm of insults.

"Keep looking, why don't you." The Lingzu Goddess pinched Longjie's ear, her eyes full of resentment.

Whenever he saw Donghuang Yaochi, this Dragon Clan prince seemed to lose his soul, unable to tear his gaze away, and he even spaced out while doing it.

Scenes like this made the Lingzu Goddess want to lash out.

"Don't you know you're already married? I'm your wife. Is it appropriate to stare at another woman like that in front of me?"

In fact, the Lingzu Goddess even suspected that when she and Longjie were in bed, he unconsciously imagined her as Ji Ningshuang—that is, the legendary mental affair.

Longjie coughed dryly and finally averted his eyes, though he couldn't help stealing glances.

It was as if Donghuang Yaochi had some enchanting power; in its presence, he always ended up completely defeated, unable to resist.

"How about next time we're in bed, I transform into her appearance? That way, you can fulfill your wish?" The Lingzu Goddess smiled at Longjie.

"That could work."

"Work my foot!" The Lingzu Goddess exploded, kicking Longjie over.

Kicked over as well was the Wuzu Godson.

While Longjie was stealing glances at Donghuang Yaochi, the Wuzu Godson was stealing glances at the Lingzu Goddess. The Guzu Goddess wouldn't stand for it and struck even harder than the Lingzu Goddess.

Witnessing this scene, the expressions of the talented crowd became meaningfully profound.

Everyone agreed that these four were here just to clown around.

Longjie was thick-skinned, and the Lingzu Goddess had a fiery temper—they were a pair of joyful adversaries. The Wuzu Godson was shameless, and the Guzu Goddess was violent—they were another pair of oddballs. It was a neat little chain, fortunate that the Manzu Godson had died early; otherwise, it would be even more chaotic.