Chapter 2229: Hostile Saint Physique

Chapter 2229: Hostile Sheng Ti

The Xing He meandered through the void, separating the eastern and western red dust, with two Sheng Ti standing in opposition across the distant sky.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant, the star winds ceasing their blow, and the hazy starlight reflecting on their bodies, transforming into an eternal glow.

In the Dong Fang, Ye Chen's expression was indifferent.

From their parting years ago, it had been merely three years to the world, but for him, it was a thousand cycles of reincarnation. Seeing the female Sheng Ti again felt like their time in the Ling Yu—no joy, no sorrow, no anger, no hate. In his eyes, not a trace of emotion could be found, or perhaps it had been buried by the vicissitudes of life.

In the Xi Fang, the female Sheng Ti's expression was complex.

Three years felt like three cycles of reincarnation; she remained as radiantly elegant as ever, drifting through the ages like a vision. Her watery eyes were misty, blurring her sight, and her lips parted slightly, unsure how to speak. She had journeyed through wind and dust, yet, like in the Ling Yu back then, she dared not meet Ye Chen's gaze directly.

She had thought that upon meeting again in the red dust, Ye Chen would berate her, would roar in fury.

Yet, none of that occurred.

The Xing He sparkled brilliantly between them, like a vast chasm of years.

Zheng!

The world's tranquility shattered with a sword's cry.

On the far side of the Xing He, the broken emperor sword materialized in Ye Chen's hand, enveloped in emperor's might. The sword blade gleamed with a chilling light, humming as it vibrated, while a force of annihilation slowly awakened.

In that moment, the female Sheng Ti's heart ached sharply. This was Ye Chen, for the first time displaying cold killing intent before her. The piercing light from the emperor sword made her beautiful eyes sting.

"Why do you aid the Tian Mo?" Ye Chen finally spoke, voicing the doubt that had plagued him for a thousand years. A female Sheng Ti infinitely close to great accomplishment, standing shoulder to shoulder with the predecessors of the Sheng Ti lineage, had actually allied with the Tian Mo and become enemies of the Zhu Tian, shattering his beliefs.

"Cannot say," the female Sheng Ti whispered.

Ye Chen fell silent, merely closing his eyes slightly. In the star wind's reflection, liquid could be seen overflowing from the corners of his eyes, trickling down his face—but it was not tears; it was pitch-black blood.

In the next instant, his eyes snapped open, an invisible halo spreading infinitely from them across the eight directions, as if pulling at the world's laws and fracturing space's dimensions.

Suddenly, black flames ignited on the female Sheng Ti's body.

But it was not true flame; it was a power existing between time-space and half time-space, reincarnation and half reincarnation, manifesting as fire that could consume all in existence.

No mistake—it was Da Lun Hui Tian Zhao, more profound than Xian Lun Tian Zhao and more domineering than Xue Lun Tian Zhao. It awakened in that instant, targeted directly at his Sheng Ti lineage.

Instantly opening Da Lun Hui Tian Zhao? Ming Di and Di Huang were both astonished.

Yet, upon reflection, the two great supreme ones understood. The thousand-year path of reincarnation had not been wasted by Ye Chen, and his connection with the female Sheng Ti had led to this moment as its fruit. The mysterious forces of cause and effect in the shadows had prompted Ye Chen, at this specific time, to unlock Da Lun Hui Tian Zhao.

This event appeared accidental but was, in truth, inevitable.

Gazing at the female Sheng Ti, she staggered back a step, her delicate body trembling, her beautiful eyes encircled by mist that, under the starlight, congealed into frost. Her Gu Gu Sheng Xu was being dissolved bit by bit by the Tian Zhao flames amid time-space and half time-space, reincarnation and half reincarnation. Though she felt no physical pain, her agony was profound, tearing at her very soul.

Ye Chen's expression remained as indifferent as before.

He had never imagined he would strike at the Sheng Ti lineage, let alone with such a domineering forbidden technique. Yet the reality was cruel: the female Sheng Ti's alliance with the Tian Mo made her an enemy of the Zhu Tian. Even sharing the same lineage changed nothing—their positions were ultimately opposed, and they would meet on the battlefield. Today, this vast starry sky was their exclusive arena for the Gu Gu Sheng Ti.

The female Sheng Ti's tears blurred her beautiful eyes."You want to kill me?"

"You are for the Tian Mo, I am for the Zhu Tian." Ye Chen's words were flat as he stepped across the Xing He, unleashing a Wind God Sword strike directly at the female Sheng Ti's brow—a merciless killing blow.

However, before he could reach her, a seven-colored immortal light manifested.

It was the Zhu Xian Jian, which struck him back with a single slash.

Once he steadied himself, the Zhu Xian Jian had already swept up the female Sheng Ti, shattering the void.

In the moment of her disappearance, the tears brimming in her beautiful eyes finally spilled down her cheeks, streaming across her face. Her expression was sorrowfully beautiful and heart-wrenching, her body already burned inch by inch by the domineering Tian Zhao flames, leaving her marred and scarred, her peerless elegance forever lost.

Perhaps, as she had once thought, it was because she stood too high.

Untouched by the smoke and fire of the human world, unstirred by mortal dust, she was most easily moved, most easily bound by emotion. The one who had helped her in her most helpless hour was also the one who had unlocked her heart. Her most enchanting smile had bloomed for him that night.

But today, she had lost, lost utterly.

And what she lost was her own romantic fate. What did it matter that she was the female Sheng Ti, infinitely close to great accomplishment? Even with her stunning beauty, she could not escape the tragic grip of emotion.

Ai!

Ming Di sighed, having once thought of sending that shameless Ye Chen to woo the female Sheng Ti. Now, after a thousand years of reincarnation, their reunion had turned into fierce combat.

One for the Tian Mo, one for the Zhu Tian.

Hostile positions, hostile Gu Gu Sheng Ti—how cruel the reality.

Ai!

Di Huang sighed as well. As a predecessor of the Sheng Ti lineage, he understood Ye Chen best. It was not that he could not accept deception; it was that he could not accept her sullying the Sheng Ti's prestige. That little Sheng Ti might seem without principles, might seem thick-skinned, but in truth, he valued the glory of his predecessors more than his own life. For that, he would guard it with everything he had. The Sheng Ti inheritance consisted of fierce souls, and Ye Chen was no exception, possessing an unyielding obsession. Once set, it would not waver until death. Without such an undying obsession, Ye Chen could never have survived the six paths of reincarnation back then.

"You should reclaim your predecessor's blood," Ming Di said, rubbing his brow fiercely.

For this, Ye Chen's response would undoubtedly be straightforward: No need.

Knowing the importance of Di Huang's fresh blood, wise as he was, how could he lack a contingency? The Di Huang fresh blood taken by the female Sheng Ti years ago was merely a small portion; the rest he had already hidden, though Di Huang and Ming Di remained unaware.

In the starry sky, with the female Sheng Ti's departure, silence enveloped everything.

Ye Chen lingered, gazing quietly at that spot. The female Sheng Ti's strength far exceeded his expectations, and he was certain the previous sword strike could not have harmed her. Such a terrifying female Sheng Ti, combined with the unfathomable Zhu Xian Jian—who in this world could contend with her?

As he watched, fresh blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, an inexplicable pain surged through his entire body; he could sense it was her pain, transmitted through that half of the Sheng Ti origin.

Similarly, the female Sheng Ti could perceive his pain; Ye Chen's half of the Sheng Ti origin served as an unbreakable bond between them.

"Is this the legendary mutual love and mutual kill?"

The prolonged silence was broken by a clear voice from the Hun Dun Ding—it was Bei Sheng, now unsealed and peering over the ding's edge, sighing as she looked at Ye Chen.

She had witnessed the entire scene from start to finish. As a woman herself, how could she not recognize the meaning in the female Sheng Ti's eyes when gazing at Ye Chen? She sighed inevitably, unable to hide her astonishment.

The affairs of the world were truly wondrous—who would have imagined that a female Sheng Ti infinitely close to great accomplishment would fall in love with a little Sheng Ti? The generations between them were countless.

And she felt quite fortunate to have witnessed this historic moment.

Withdrawing her gaze from the starry sky, she turned to Ye Chen."You are ruthless enough! She is so devoted to you, yet you show no pity whatsoever—you went straight for Da Lun Hui Tian Zhao."

Ye Chen remained silent, finally withdrawing his gaze from that spot and turning to enter the black hole, intending to travel to other domains through it. Three years had passed; he needed to retrieve the reincarnated individuals.

Meanwhile, the great battle in the Han Jiang ancestral land had concluded.

With the war ended, the blood-colored demon soil was crowded with figures.

The fighting was over, but the spoils had to be collected. Across this vast battlefield and expansive Hong Huang Mo Tu, treasures lay everywhere—like fragments of magic tools, which were not to be overlooked and could be gathered for forging divine weapons; like spiritual flowers and exotic grasses, all extraordinary and beloved by alchemists; like immortal pools and spiritual springs, brimming with dense origins, which no one would hesitate to absorb. Anything that could be taken was not left behind.

It was worth noting that the scene of dividing the spoils was quite chaotic, filled with curses and shouts echoing through the starry sky, as restless individuals yelled and argued.

Only when night fell did this thorough sweep truly end.

Returning to the starry sky, the various races' ultimate emperor weapons buzzed once more, bombarding the Han Jiang clan's nest to utter collapse and burying the blood and bones of the Han Jiang clan. The legend of the Han Jiang emperor, the myth of the Han Jiang emperor, along with the crumbling of the Hong Huang Mo Tu, was completely interred in the river of time.

This bloody day held significant historical meaning. What was exterminated was not only the Han Jiang but also their emperor path inheritance. One wondered, if the Han Jiang emperor knew in the underworld, what he would think. He had shaken ancient and modern times, commanding the universe, yet he could never have anticipated his descendants' incompetence, which sullied the emperor's prestige.

"Where is Ye Chen?" After the war, the various forces tallied their own people, but Ye Chen was nowhere to be seen.

"Probably went to chase the Han Jiang clan emperor—he should be back soon."

"Won't something happen?"

"Whoever worries about his safety again, I'll tear their mouth apart," Kui Niu Huang scolded.

This remark prompted the old folks to stroke their beards and speak earnestly.

In truth, it was proven that one need not worry about anyone except that jerk Ye Chen. That guy was incredibly capable—dying and living, living and dying, dying and living, earning tears from who knows how many people. Fellows like him deserved no sympathy; what storms hadn't he weathered? He wouldn't die no matter who else did.

Dong Huang Tai Xin coughed dryly and opened the emperor path domain gate, stepping in first.

The people of Da Chu followed suit; Ye Chen's safety was no concern.

Yet, some still worried, like Ye Chen's wives, who, upon entering the domain gate, couldn't help but glance back, hoping to catch sight of his returning figure.

"Just wait back home; it's fine."

"If he died, we still have us—our bedroom skills are top-notch."

"Da Chu special products—care to learn more?"

The people of Da Chu rubbed their hands and chuckled lecherously, each more improper than the last.

Hearing this, the women quickly averted their gazes and even sealed the emperor path domain gate. Then, they rolled up their sleeves, sparks igniting in their beautiful eyes. This was the stuff of legend—closing the door to beat the dog.

Ah!

Screams of ghosts and wolves erupted; the scene within the domain gate passage was downright bloody.