Chapter 2334: Training Through Exchange

Chapter 2334: Sparring and Training

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The world of Da Chu was far from peaceful, but not due to war or chaos. Instead, it was because so many peak Quasi-Emperors were seeking out Di Huang for sparring. That small peach grove in the mortal realm had become a frequent destination for these peak Quasi-Emperors.

Di Huang welcomed all challengers without exception, never needing to strike more than once. He didn't even have to exert his full strength—only a Great Emperor could truly make him fight seriously. Peak Quasi-Emperors weren't on that level.

This period was the most embarrassing for all the peak Quasi-Emperors across the heavens.

To put it simply, over ninety percent of the peak Quasi-Emperors from the various heavens had visited Di Huang's peach grove. They all walked in confidently, only to be sent flying out horizontally.

Counting them up, no one knew how many veteran peak experts had been left battered and bruised.

From a distance in the starry sky, one could see old figures limping out of Da Chu, clutching their sides. They were all peak Quasi-Emperors who had traveled thousands of miles to the Da Chu heavens just to challenge Di Huang. Yet, not a single one could withstand a single palm strike from the Great Accomplishment Holy Body.

The Quasi-Emperors of Da Chu weren't any better off—they were among the most humiliated.

Under the moonlight, people often sighed. They were at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm, while Di Huang was at Quasi-Emperor perfection, just half a minor realm ahead. But their combat power was worlds apart, not even in the same league.

As time went on, no one dared to seek that thrill anymore. Di Huang was simply too formidable.

Without fighting Di Huang, the peak Quasi-Emperors still had plenty to occupy themselves.

For instance, the divine generals and the imperial warriors would find secluded areas to spar, lining up nine against nine in battles that shattered the heavens and rent the earth. The divine generals under the Emperor's command and the imperial warriors of Da Chu had once joined forces to slay a Dao body of the Heavenly Demon Emperor, proving their strength was evenly matched, with neither side gaining a significant advantage.

Another example was Sheng Zun and Di Ji, who had also clashed once. Both had survived an Emperor Tribulation, and their battle held historical significance, but it ended in a draw.

Then there were Yu Hua Xian Wang and Tun Tian Mo Zun, two fierce individuals—one a supreme Immortal King, the other a primordial great god. They fought for nine days and nine nights without a clear victor.

The battles among the peak Quasi-Emperors raged on for several months, truly broadening the horizons of the world. Even without a peak war, these fights drew widespread attention, with scenes etched into paintings to be passed down through generations. In the future, they would become legendary myths.

Compared to the outside world, Jade Maiden Peak remained as serene and tranquil as ever.

Ye Chen, the devoted family man, excelled in his role as a husband. Aside from those intimate moments at dawn, he handled everything else impeccably, thoroughly enjoying this rare ordinary life.

On the ninth day, Ji Ningshuang fell into a deep sleep, entering a dream state to seek a breakthrough through the Dao of Dreams. She had reached the peak of Great Saint and was just one step away from Quasi-Emperor.

On the eleventh day, Chu Xuan also went into seclusion. Her supreme immortal body was a stunning prodigy, though it had been overshadowed by Ye Chen's own exceptional talents.

On the thirty-ninth day, Nanming Yushu and Liu Ruyan both entered seclusion one after the other. One was the daughter of an imperial warrior, the other the Eleventh Emperor of Da Chu. Their talents were on par, both having achieved peak Great Saint through enlightenment, needing only a spark to defy the heavens and ascend to Quasi-Emperor.

On the forty-seventh day, Xiyan left Da Chu to venture deep into the starry sky for training and enlightenment. As the most talented person in Da Chu's previous life, she was no less impressive in this one, already at peak Great Saint. When she returned from this journey, she would surely become a Quasi-Emperor.

On the fifty-third day, Shangguan Han Yue departed from Jade Maiden Peak, heading in the opposite direction. In her previous life, she had a Dao Spirit body; in this life, a Xuan Spirit body—her talents were extraordinarily striking.

On the sixty-fourth day, Luo Xi and Xuan Nu set out together, traveling to the northern starry sky.

On the eighty-second day, Haotian Shiyue, Lin Shihua, and Bi You also embarked on their paths of enlightenment.

Under the moonlight, Jade Maiden Peak felt emptier than ever. Beneath the old tree, aside from Ye Chen, who was carving wood, only Shangguan Yuer remained. She sat with her hands propping up her chin, quietly watching Ye Chen.

Among Ye Chen's wives, Shangguan Yuer had the weakest cultivation, not yet at peak Great Saint. If ranked by other attributes, like her figure, she might place highly, but in terms of cultivation, she was genuinely at the bottom—her bloodline was mediocre, and her talents unremarkable.

In the end, on the ninety-ninth day, she too went into seclusion, not wanting to hold anyone back.

On the hundredth day, visitors from Tianxuan Gate arrived and took away little Yang Lan and Yang Fan.

Now, aside from the diligent female Holy Body, Ye Chen was truly alone, sitting under the old tree, quietly carving wood as a form of enlightenment.

After a hundred days, he left Jade Maiden Peak. Before departing, he caught Ye Ling and brought her back—the little troublemaker had been causing chaos with that guy San Shao all day.

Bringing her back was to watch over Jade Maiden Peak and keep an eye on the female Holy Body.

As for him, he went off to watch the excitement.

The so-called excitement was the battles among the peak Quasi-Emperors.

This time, the fighters were the four great peak sword cultivators: Jian Shen, Jian Xian, Jian Zun, and Jiu Jian Sanren, drawing spectators from all directions.

When Ye Chen arrived, the place was already packed, and glancing around, he saw familiar faces everywhere.

In the desolate starry sky, the four sword cultivators had already begun. Jian Shen faced Jian Zun, and Jian Xian faced Jiu Jian Sanren. Their one-on-one duels turned into full-scale wars, collapsing the starry sky and shattering stars. The onlookers kept retreating, afraid of getting caught in the aftermath.

The world watched in shock, and Ye Chen couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. As fellow Quasi-Emperors, he still had a gap compared to these four peak sword cultivators—he wasn't their match.

This battle lasted nine days and nine nights.

Jian Xian and Jiu Jian Sanren were evenly matched, with no clear victor.

Jian Shen and Jian Zun were also neck and neck, neither gaining the upper hand.

The four cultivated different sword paths, yet all led to the same pinnacle. Each had forged their own immortal legends, and this battle would be recorded in the annals of history, passed down through the ages.

One battle ended, only for another to begin.

The people were like avid spectators rushing from one event to another, all equipped with domain gates, well-informed about any major battle fluctuations. Peak Quasi-Emperors were rare to see, let alone in grand battles.

Ye Chen had plenty of leisure time, darting all over the starry sky, never missing a fight.

Of course, he wasn't just a passive observer. With his Six Paths Reincarnation Eyes, he was adept at secretly learning secret techniques. Whenever a battle broke out, he would covertly study the Emperor Dao immortal laws.

The atmosphere grew even more intense as the peak Quasi-Emperors' fights escalated.

On some unknown day, powerful figures from the Underworld joined the fray, such as the Ten Yama Kings and peak Quasi-Emperor-level dark generals, clashing with the Quasi-Emperors of the various heavens.

It had to be said that the Ten Yama Kings were all world-shaking ruthless figures. As subordinates of Ming Di, they were far beyond ordinary peak Quasi-Emperors.

In such a lively scene, the various Emperor's sons weren't absent, challenging each other every few days.

As a result, the entire heavens were in disarray. Without the flames of a primordial war or Heavenly Demon invasions, they were still having a blast. These weren't life-or-death battles, but they raged on fiercely.

Di Huang didn't stop it—sparring with each other was a form of training, after all.

Enlightenment through battle was the true essence of the Dao.

On a certain quiet night, Ye Chen returned to Da Chu. After several months, he visited Di Huang's small bamboo grove again. Di Huang was the most leisurely of them all, staying indoors all day, just carving his wood sculptures. Each one depicted the Donghua Nüdi in exquisite detail, as if he could carve forever.

When Ye Chen arrived, Di Huang was still carving, so he didn't dare interrupt.

As for Zi Xuan, she was still there too, wherever Di Huang was. She stood like an ice sculpture, utterly still, her remnant soul watching over Di Huang every second for the Nüdi.

Ye Chen pulled out his wine flask and sent a divine sense message, afraid Di Huang would notice:"Do you and the predecessor sleep on one bed or two?"

Zi Xuan didn't speak; she just slightly turned her head and glanced at Ye Chen sidelong, her eyes flickering with flames of irritation. Such a romantic scene, and he had to ruin the atmosphere.

"Just curious," Ye Chen chuckled, not daring to ask more. It wasn't Zi Xuan he feared, but Di Huang—a single palm from him could send Ye Chen flying straight into the void.

Because of that, he didn't dare bring out the special Da Chu products he had prepared for Zi Xuan.

Who knew what expression Di Huang would have if he found out—back then, they put the old one's holy blood in a chamber pot, and now they were thinking of slipping him Hehuan Powder. What audacity!

Zi Xuan had already turned her back, unwilling to deal with him. Every time she saw him, she felt an inexplicable surge of anger. If Di Huang weren't there, that earlier comment alone would have earned him a kick.

No one knew when Di Huang finally put down his carving. The wooden sculpture was of the Donghua Nüdi, lifelike, with every frown and smile tugging at his ancient heart.

Whenever this happened, he would stare blankly at the sculpture for three or five days.

Whenever this happened, Zi Xuan would lower her head in quiet sorrow. As a remnant soul, she wasn't the true Nüdi, and she couldn't tell if she was loving Di Huang on the Nüdi's behalf or for herself. A woman's tender feelings carried a hint of bitterness, envying that Donghua Nüdi.

Ah!

Ye Chen sighed at the sight. The affairs of the heart were truly strange things in the world.

Not wanting to disturb Di Huang, he settled his thoughts and sat down cross-legged.

Then, he focused on gathering his pupil power, bathing in the moonlight to restore his Reincarnation Eye's strength. Over the past few months, his pupil power had recovered to about half, enough to use various secret techniques. But without primordial chaos or Heavenly Demon invasions, there was little need for it.

It wasn't until the ninth day that Di Huang put away the sculpture and slowly stood up.

Seeing this, Ye Chen quickly stood as well, bowing in respect.

Di Huang smiled, waved his hand to open a black hole, and stepped inside, his voice echoing back:"Follow me."

Hearing this, Ye Chen immediately followed, with Zi Xuan joining them.

The black hole was as silent and dark as ever, without a sound.

Immortal light flowed from Di Huang, enveloping Ye Chen and Zi Xuan.

His body technique was truly heaven-defying, each step covering unknown millions of miles as he headed deeper into the black hole, as if searching for something.

"Predecessor, I once saw broken Emperor weapons in the black hole twice. Those ultimate Emperor artifacts—do you know where they came from?" Ye Chen asked quietly, hoping for a confirmed answer.

"They don't belong to the various heavens; they come from the Ancient Heavenly Court," Di Huang replied slowly.

A glint flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. He had suspected as much, and now, hearing Di Huang confirm it, he was certain. The forbidden zones were affiliated with the Ancient Heavenly Court; their Emperor weapons weren't among the 130 Emperors of Xuanhuang. If broken Emperor weapons had drifted into the black hole, it made sense.

As they spoke, Di Huang took another step and arrived in another section of the black hole.

This area wasn't empty; it was filled with ancient bones, tattered war banners, and nearly faded swords and spears. It looked like an ancient battlefield.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and Zi Xuan did the same, detecting the aura of Heavenly Demons from those bones.

In other words, in some ancient era, a great battle had occurred here, with one side being Heavenly Demons and the other, undoubtedly, the various heavens.

While they were observing, Di Huang made his move, reaching through the void to grab something.

When he withdrew his hand, he held a pitch-black lotus flower, surging with demonic energy, wrapped in black mist, and overflowing with Heavenly Demon aura. Faintly, one could hear the wails of vengeful ghosts.

"Another Heavenly Demon Black Lotus," Ye Chen frowned. He had seen such black lotuses in the black hole before. When he found Shangguan Yuer's reincarnation, he had been attacked by one, turning into a Heavenly Demon Quasi-Emperor. If not for the Six Paths, he might have been destroyed.

The black lotus in Di Huang's hand was identical to the one from back then, likely from the same Heavenly Demon clan. It wasn't dead but alive; given time, it could reshape into human form and become a Quasi-Emperor.

"How is this possible? A Great Accomplishment Holy Body," a voice of fear came from the Heavenly Demon Black Lotus, trembling.

Di Huang said nothing; golden light flashed in his palm, grinding the Heavenly Demon Black Lotus into a wisp of ash. He hadn't come for it, but since he encountered it, he saw no reason to let it go.

After destroying the Heavenly Demon Black Lotus, Di Huang continued onward.

Ye Chen didn't know where Di Huang was headed, but along the way, they passed many ancient battlefields, each with Heavenly Demon bones. Whenever they found a living Heavenly Demon, Di Huang showed no mercy, forcefully erasing it—who could withstand the suppression of a Great Accomplishment Holy Body?

"Why are there living Heavenly Demons without the Heaven-Piercing Demon Pillar?" Ye Chen asked again.

"Heavenly Demons have secret techniques for self-regeneration, preserving their true bodies," Di Huang explained patiently. "Not all possess this ability; it's extremely rare."

"I see," Ye Chen stroked his chin, letting his mind fill in the rest. There must be a type of Heavenly Demon that could survive without the Heaven-Piercing Demon Pillar, and they were exceptionally outstanding.

As they spoke, Di Huang stopped again.

Ye Chen's eyes lit up brightly, for there was a treasure—a floating landmass deep in the black hole, with a divine tree growing on it. The tree was enveloped in faint divine glow, surrounded by immortal energy, its leaves shimmering with crystalline light.

The tree was about a zhang tall and bore a green fruit, brimming with vitality and vast essence. Even from afar, Ye Chen could sense the life force.

"A Life Spirit Immortal Tree."

Ye Chen licked his lips. This was a Life Spirit tree that had vanished from the various heavens long ago. The Life Spirit Immortal Fruit it bore was a rare treasure for extending lifespan and a key ingredient for refining Nine Revolutions Soul-Returning Pills. Who would have thought such a divine object existed in the black hole?

This was even more precious than the Divine Flower he had found in the black hole before.

Di Huang acted directly, seizing the thousand-zhang landmass and, without a second thought, placing it into Ye Chen's Chaos World. Clearly, it was a gift for him.

"How could I accept this?" Ye Chen chuckled, already peering into his inner Chaos World. The Life Spirit Immortal Tree was absorbing his Holy Body essence, and its withered leaves were regaining vitality.