Chapter 2333: Growing More Sensible

"We respectfully see off the Great Emperor."

Everyone bowed with hands clasped, paying respects toward the spot where the sixty-four emperors had vanished, their hearts still lingering on the scene. It was a sight unmatched in eternity, and all present were witnesses to it.

Figures like Jiu Chen and those from the Di Dao inheritance were in tears.

The Ji Dao Ji Qi trembled and buzzed, mourning for its master with a chorus of wails.

The battered starry sky fell into silence with the emperors' dissipation.

In that void, only Ye Chen remained, barely able to stand, staggering and on the verge of collapse. A mere gust of stellar wind could topple him. Having survived a Zhun Di heavenly tribulation, his injuries were severe; he had nearly perished multiple times, his body covered in bloody gashes from which dazzling golden blood flowed.

Compared to the vastness of the stars, he was like a single grain in a vast warehouse, yet he shone brighter than the scorching sun.

Chu Xuan and the others had already rushed to his side, supporting him as he teetered on the edge of falling. His wounds were truly grievous, with the killing intent of the sixty-four emperors still rampaging through his body, threatening to consume him.

"The ordeal is over." The Huang Zhes smiled breezily, their faces clearing of all gloom.

"It's finished." The Shen Jiangs sighed in relief, as Ye Chen had passed through his life-and-death trial.

The eyes of the people were filled with awe, gazing at Ye Chen as if he were a Great Emperor himself. He had single-handedly battled the sixty-four emperors, forging another myth. He would become a monumental stele, a symbol of an era, leading a brilliant golden age.

"Having become a Zhun Di, his next goal is Dacheng." Tian Lao chuckled.

"I always feel he could break the taboo that prevents Sheng Ti from becoming emperors."

"Perhaps it's possible." Many elders of the older generations wore meaningful expressions. It was simply because Ye Chen was too monstrous, too astonishing. He had shattered countless taboos along his path, defying the heavens to create myths time and again. Who could say he wouldn't pioneer a new path?

Under the watchful eyes of all, Chu Xuan opened a domain gate and led Ye Chen through it. He needed urgent healing. Though he had survived the heavenly tribulation, the calamity lingered, and death could still claim him at any moment.

"The show is over." The people took a deep breath, gazing dazedly at that stretch of starry sky. Who could have imagined that just moments ago, the sixty-four emperors had manifested?

"I've gained some insights; I need to go into seclusion." Many smiled as they opened their transmission domain gates. Ye Chen's tribulation had brought them good fortune. Listening to the Da Dao heavenly sounds of the emperors, they had found their breakthrough opportunities. Long-standing obstacles could finally be overcome.

Gazing down at the starry expanse, the cultivators of the heavens—vast as a dark ocean—receded like a tide, heading in all directions. There were sighs, tuts of amazement, murmurs of emotion, and cries of shock, along with inevitable regrets.

The regret was that Ye Chen's heavenly tribulation hadn't dragged anyone else into it, which felt quite unusual.

Even the pinnacle Zhun Dis withdrew, all gazing into the void. They could clearly sense a change: the suppression from the Di Zun's Di Dao imprint had weakened further with the tribulation's end.

The ordinary pinnacle Zhun Dis were unaware of the secrets behind this, but figures like the Huang Zhes and Shen Jiangs understood it well. It was all because of Ye Chen; the Di Dao's suppression diminished as his cultivation grew stronger.

In the domain gate passage, Ye Chen had already slumped into Chu Xuan's arms, utterly exhausted.

Lin Shi Hua and Liu Ru Yan were crushing pills one by one, infusing them into his body, while Chu Ling and Ji Ning Shuang were exerting all their effort to suppress the Di Dao killing intent within him. Nan Ming Yu Shu and Bi You were pouring their origins into him without regard for the cost.

Though Ye Chen's eyes were closed, he smiled warmly.

The women were filled with tender affection, gently brushing aside his disheveled hair and caressing his face, etched with the marks of hardship. Having endured life and death together, they knew the value of being alive. As long as he was still here, it was their greatest joy.

This scene was heartwarming and emotional.

However, a certain young master always managed to do something shameless at the perfect time and in the perfect setting. Even on the brink of death, his bloodstained hand was restless. Though his eyes were shut, it unerringly found its targets, seeking out whatever felt soft.

"Why weren't you struck dead?" Chu Xuan said irritably, pushing his hand away.

That push was all it took—Ye Chen passed out on the spot.

The women weren't worried at all. They could tell at a glance that he was faking it. This kind of trickery was all too familiar to them. When it came to teasing his wives, he was a master.

When Ye Chen awoke again, he was on Yu Nu Feng.

Bathed in the starlight and moonlight, he sat cross-legged at the mountain peak, mobilizing his bloodline and origin power to eradicate the Di Dao killing intent within his body. As for the wounds all over him, they were minor issues.

Having survived the Zhun Di tribulation, he had truly become extraordinary.

Even in his weakened state, the latent power within him far surpassed what it had been before the tribulation. Each ordeal was a transformation, with the tribulation's Dao imprints merging into his Hun Dun Dao.

Under the night sky, he appeared solemn and dignified. As the Di Dao killing intent gradually faded, various profound visions manifested around him. The Hun Dun Dao encompassed all things, with mountains, rivers, trees, and plants coming to life, each brimming with vitality.

Buzz!

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the Hun Dun cauldron emerged, hovering above Ye Chen's head and trembling excitedly. As his life-bound weapon, it had also evolved during this tribulation, becoming a true Zhun Di artifact of immense dominance.

Like Ye Chen, it was injured, its body scarred with many marks from the heavenly tribulation. But those weren't wounds—they were opportunities for growth, to be gradually integrated as it healed.

Equally active was the Tian Lei, which had devoured countless bolts of lightning and undergone numerous rebirths during Ye Chen's tribulation. Though not as powerful as Xian Huo, it was still extremely formidable.

Everything proceeded smoothly.

The Zhun Di tribulation of the Sheng Ti seemed to mark a turning point, plunging the heavens into tranquility. Many people entered seclusion to comprehend the Dao, entering an era of recuperation filled with chances and fortunes.

It wasn't until the unspecified day that Ye Chen finally eradicated the Di Dao killing intent from his body.

Without that torment, his wounds began to heal one by one.

Next, he focused on settling his Dao essence and stabilizing his realm.

This session lasted a month, which for cultivators was merely a fleeting moment.

The women visited him every day, and each time, they left something behind—like using a brush to draw circles or crosses on his face, or sketching his eyebrows.

Chu Xuan was the most thoughtful, even setting up a massive mirror right in front of him, ensuring that the moment he opened his eyes, he would see his handsome face clearly.

At that moment, the women covered their mouths to stifle their laughter, already imagining his expression.

Chu Xuan looked triumphant, recalling how Ye Chen had done the same to her when he came to Tian Xuan Gate to bring her back. And he had acted as if nothing was amiss.

Another peaceful night arrived, with all sounds hushed.

Ye Chen sat in meditation, his expression solemn, but his brows furrowed slightly. In the depths of his mind, he glimpsed an ancient scene—or rather, an ancient battlefield—where gods and demons clashed, countless figures charging into the heavens, and many more perishing in the void.

In an instant, the vision vanished, and his furrowed brows relaxed. He had seen such ancient scenes before, like fragments of dreams.

And so, two more months slipped by quietly.

In these two months, the once-silent heavens became extraordinarily lively. Many who had been in seclusion broke through, triggering a series of heavenly tribulations and creating a wave of breakthroughs.

Now, it wasn't just the pinnacle Zhun Dis; other cultivators also noticed the changes in the world. They felt breakthroughs were easier than before, and the pressure from the heavens had lessened significantly. It was a subtle sensation—a moment of enlightenment could shatter cultivation bottlenecks. In just three short months, the heavens gained over ten thousand more Zhun Di cultivators.

Ye Chen was unaware of all this, still focused on stabilizing his realm.

It was only in the fourth month that his Sheng Ti trembled lightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a striking sight: a large mirror stood directly in front of him, perfectly reflecting his handsome face.

"She's become even more sensible." Ye Chen said deeply, pausing for a second before taking a deep breath. He didn't need to ask; he knew exactly who was responsible—Chu Xuan must have been involved.

He put away the mirror and stretched lazily, feeling the surging power within his body that made his sacred blood boil. He was tempted to challenge the Huang Zhes, as he now had the qualifications.

His eyes swirled with Dao essence, and his mindset for battling emperors had been elevated through this period of Dao sedimentation. It was a supreme combat state, forged only by truly fighting emperors.

In the deep night, Ye Chen reverted to his mischievous ways, moving like a thief through the women's rooms. His Zhun Di-level movement was profoundly mysterious, evading all detection.

By the time dawn broke and the sky was still dim, screams erupted from the various boudoirs. Their clothes had vanished, hung by a certain young master on the trees of Yu Nu Feng, not a single piece left.

In the months that followed, Yu Nu Feng was much calmer.

It was a rare period of tranquility, with the entire heavens in a state of recuperation. Yu Nu Feng was no exception—free from war and flames, they lived ordinary lives without worrying about a dark future.

On a night bathed in bright moonlight, which draped Yu Nu Feng in a splendid veil, Ye Chen sat under an old tree, one hand holding a carving knife and the other a block of wood, quietly sculpting. The women were there too, some weaving clothes, others embroidering, each as beautiful as a celestial being. From time to time, they glanced toward the distance, at Xiao Ye Fan and Xiao Yang Lan sitting on the jade stone.

The two little ones had returned to a normal growth rate, now appearing as four- or five-year-olds.

Bathed in moonlight, mysterious lights flickered around them. The Tian Zhen body and Tian Sha Gu Xing origins intertwined, awakening the hidden powers within them and causing ancient visions to faintly emerge, making Ye Chen and the others' eyes gleam with wonder.

In contrast, the female Sheng Ti hadn't grown at all, except for her increasing appetite. Otherwise, nothing much had changed—she remained as plump and rosy as ever.

The female Sheng Ti ignored everyone's gazes completely. Every night, she toddled back and forth, carrying baskets of spirit fruits to her room. She wouldn't stop until she had a dozen or so. Despite her small size, she ate voraciously and was never full.

"This one just eats and sleeps all day, never lifting a finger—typical little piglet." Ye Chen sighed, his words full of earnestness.

The women burst into laughter; the analogy was spot-on.

The female Sheng Ti paid no attention, continuing her diligent trips, hugging piles of spirit fruits. Her little movements were incredibly smooth, determined to stockpile enough provisions.

Even when the women offered to help, she refused, embodying the spirit of self-reliance. Those who eat a lot tend to be strong, and she was a prime example.

Ye Chen shook his head with a smile and went back to carving.

It was only late into the night that the little one finally settled down, closing her door and not emerging again.

The night was not entirely peaceful.

Xiao Ye Fan and Xiao Yang Lan both broke through, advancing together to the Zhen Yang realm.

Thunder rumbled soon after.

Such prodigies naturally faced heavenly tribulations, but the two, still in meditation, did not awaken. Some unknown force seemed to resolve the tribulations, with no lightning actually descending.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, and the women exchanged glances before setting down their needles.

"Can heavenly tribulations be resolved?" Shang Guan Yu Er said in astonishment.

"We underestimated Tian Zhen and Tian Sha." Nan Ming Yu Shu sighed. "They actually have this kind of power."

"It's not resolved; it's being absorbed." Chu Xuan said with a light smile.

"They advanced together, both with tribulations, and the divine punishments merged, splitting into halves." Ye Chen chuckled. "The combination of Tian Zhen and Tian Sha is full of surprises."

Boom!

As they spoke, a sudden boom echoed from the distant west, as if a fight had broken out.

Indeed, a fight was underway. Ye Chen and the others looked up to see a figure flying overhead above Yu Nu Feng, clearly sent flying.

It was a Sheng Zun, his posture of horizontal flight exuding an air of dominance.

Not long after, another boom sounded as the Sheng Zun crashed into a majestic mountain, causing it to collapse spectacularly. This ruthless figure, who had once survived an emperor's tribulation, looked utterly disheveled.

Clearly, he had been beaten, and his assailant was undoubtedly Di Huang. In this era, only a Dacheng Sheng Ti could thrash him so easily.

Naturally, Di Huang wouldn't attack without reason—it was because the Sheng Zun had insisted on sparring with him.

Such incidents were common. Figures like the Shen Jiangs and Huang Zhes had all sought to spar with Di Huang, but none could withstand even one of his palms. More precisely, no one could block a single strike.

Yet, people kept trying, not just from Da Chu but also from Xuan Huang, You Ming mainland, like Dong Hua's Seven Sons or You Ming elders.

The outcomes were predictable; even Sheng Zuns were no match, let alone the others.

Ye Chen understood this well. These pinnacle Zhun Dis weren't seeking trouble—they were looking for breakthrough opportunities through extreme pressure, much like the Hong Chen Six Paths in the past, pushing each other.

Unfortunately, Di Huang's pressure was overwhelming. He was holding back; if he used his peak power, a single palm could obliterate a pinnacle Zhun Di. Even the strongest levels were far from sufficient.

This was evident from the bloody lessons of the ancient strongholds; Di Huang smacked them down like flies, one palm wiping out swaths, no matter how powerful the Zhun Di.

"No wonder he can single-handedly fight five emperors; a Dacheng Sheng Ti is truly terrifying." Hao Tian Shi Yue murmured. She was a Da Sheng, but against Di Huang, even a wisp of his aura could crush her.

"When the emperor single-handedly battled the five Tian Mo emperors back then, he was a Dacheng Sheng Ti who hadn't yet undergone his heavenly tribulation." Chu Ling said with a smile, revealing an eternal secret.

This revelation shocked not only Chu Xuan and the others but even Ye Chen.

As a descendant of the Sheng Ti, this was his first time hearing this secret. Fighting five emperors without having undergone the tribulation—if he had, one person could take on at least nine from the Tian Mo domain!

"No wonder he's so strong." Ye Chen muttered to himself, his heart waves crashing like a storm. Chu Ling's words shattered his limits of shock. If Di Huang became an emperor, could he challenge a Tian Di?