Chapter 2339: Black-Clad Ye Chen

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Within the Luoshatu domain, stretching across a thousand miles of crimson land, a relentless pounding echoed. Slow, rhythmic, and upon closer listening, clearly footsteps. Each step was so heavy it seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, causing the entire world to tremble.

It was the Zhu Xian Jian, or more accurately, the Zhu Xian Jian in human form. He looked exactly like Ye Chen—tall and upright, clad in flowing black robes, his vast eyes holding supreme authority as he surveyed the world. He resembled a demon god from the Nine Serenities, with rolling demonic aura surging around him. Every gesture exuded a demonic essence, and his smile was like the wave of a death god's hand, ready to drag anyone who faltered into endless nightmares.

Ye Chen stood his ground, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared intently at Black-Clothed Ye Chen. He had never imagined that the Zhu Xian Jian could take human form, and moreover, it was identical to him in every way. Black-Clothed Ye Chen was no illusion; he was a real, living person. What shocked Ye Chen even more was that Black-Clothed Ye Chen was also a Shengti.

As a Shengti himself, Ye Chen could not be mistaken, for his own bloodline origins were stirring violently—a reaction that only occurred in the presence of another Shengti bloodline. The difference was that Black-Clothed Ye Chen's bloodline origins carried an additional demonic quality.

For a moment, even with his sharp mind, Ye Chen's thoughts were in chaos, unable to explain this bizarre situation. The Zhu Xian Jian had transformed into a human who looked just like him and was also a Shengti.

If outsiders were present, they would surely be astonished as well. The scene would make anyone think they were identical twin brothers, with the same appearance and the same bloodline.

Black-Clothed Ye Chen said faintly,

"Fuse with me, rule the heavens and earth."

His words were like ancient thunderclaps, shaking the eternal immortal dome. It was as if the heavens were issuing a judgment—cold, desolate, and unassailably authoritative, carrying an irresistible demonic power. Even Ye Chen, with his resolute will, nearly lost his focus upon hearing it.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, his brows furrowed.

"Who exactly are you?"

Black-Clothed Ye Chen did not speak. He stepped through the void and reached out with one hand.

Boom!

A tremendous rumble erupted as the sky collapsed instantly under the weight of his palm. Beneath that palm print, the so-called heavens, earth, and laws all turned to nothingness in an instant.

Ye Chen tensed up, instantly activating his Baoti Waixiang and Chaos Great Realm. However, his defenses were utterly inadequate—perhaps laughably so. His Baoti Waixiang shattered in a flash, and the Chaos Great Realm, which evolved all things, exploded along with it.

Puff!

Ye Chen spat out blood, his powerful Shengti body cracking open, and his sturdy legs trembling violently, nearly forcing him to his knees. It was not that he was weak; Black-Clothed Ye Chen was simply too terrifying, with pressure and combat power rivaling that of a fully realized Shengti, far beyond what Ye Chen could withstand.

Black-Clothed Ye Chen spoke again,

"Fuse with me, rule the heavens and earth."

"Fuse with your sister!" Ye Chen cursed loudly, immediately unleashing the Great Wheel of Reincarnation Heavenly Dao. Braving the immense pressure, he expended a tremendous amount of eye power to forcibly enter a black hole, using it to escape.

Black-Clothed Ye Chen pursued him into the black hole, striking out with a palm that could destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth.

Ye Chen's expression changed drastically as he fled. That palm was truly world-ending, capable of reducing him to ashes and scattering his soul. With his current strength, he could not block it at all.

In a moment of crisis, the Bipo Flower bloomed, and he invoked the Thought of Eternity—a heaven-defying immortal technique that could freeze time into an eternal instant.

And indeed, it worked. Black-Clothed Ye Chen's palm halted in place.

Seizing this moment, Ye Chen leaped away, dodging the fatal strike.

However, Black-Clothed Ye Chen's palm did not dissipate just because Ye Chen had escaped. It struck through the black hole and hit the Luoshatu domain, imprinting a massive five-finger mark thousands of feet wide on the ground.

Gulp!

Ye Chen swallowed hard. Peering through the black hole, he could see that the Luoshatu domain had completely shattered. The entire domain's surface had vanished in the wake of that palm.

It was fortunate that the Luoshatu domain was devoid of life; otherwise, it would have been utterly wiped out.

The domain's destruction caused widespread ripples, shaking the ten thousand domains and provoking roars from the Honghuang Clan. They were certain Ye Chen was to blame—this guy was disrupting their sleep in the dead of night.

Inside the black hole, Ye Chen had switched to full-fledged evasion mode, not daring to look back.

Behind him, Black-Clothed Ye Chen moved with an illusory grace, stepping across the heavens and earth, and raising his hand for another palm strike.

"Thought of Eternity!"

Ye Chen shouted resolutely, invoking the time secret technique once more, repeating the same tactic.

Puff!

Blood sprayed immediately. Although his Thought of Eternity froze time for an instant, it triggered a terrifying backlash. Black-Clothed Ye Chen was simply too powerful; the rebound affected Ye Chen's primordial spirit, making his entire sea of consciousness tremble and his head buzz as if it might explode.

Once again, he dodged the fatal blow, dragging his blood-soaked body as he fled desperately.

Black-Clothed Ye Chen did not slow down, already lifting his hand to point remotely at Ye Chen. The finger carried devastating divine might, a technique of absolute destruction that could obliterate everything in its path.

Ye Chen's face turned pale, feeling a chill down his spine. His primordial spirit throbbed with pain. Even before being hit, it felt as if he had already fallen into the Nine Serenities, trapped in eternal darkness with no hope of rebirth.

He could not evade this strike. He was locked onto by Black-Clothed Ye Chen and knew all too well its terror. Not even he, let alone the Nine Emperors of Da Chu, could survive it.

But just then, a golden light descended from the sky, transforming into a blurry figure. With surging golden vital energy, the figure swept out a golden hand, erasing the finger strike.

"Senior!" Ye Chen's eyes lit up, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of security.

It was Di Huang who had arrived, forcefully suppressing the backlash and teleporting instantly upon sensing Ye Chen's crisis. This was a unique divine ability among Shengti, similar to a teleportation array.

Di Huang did not respond to Ye Chen's words; he merely stood silently, gazing at Black-Clothed Ye Chen.

One could see that even as a fully realized Shengti, Di Huang's brows were slightly furrowed. He could tell that Black-Clothed Ye Chen was formed from the Zhu Xian Jian, a real and tangible person.

Like Ye Chen, what shocked Di Huang was that Black-Clothed Ye Chen was also a Shengti.

"This..." Inside the copper furnace, Zi Xuan was stunned, unsure of what had happened or why it was so. Even in the memories of the female emperor, there was no record of such events.

Instinctively, Zi Xuan looked toward Ye Chen, her expression strange, as if asking: Do you have a twin brother who is also an ancient Shengti?

"Don't joke around," Ye Chen coughed awkwardly. He was certain he had no siblings; he had visited the Da Chu of a thousand years ago and knew for a fact that his parents had only one child.

As he spoke, the young master Ye entered the copper furnace, anticipating an epic battle ahead.

He glanced at Di Huang, whose face was still somewhat pale, likely from the backlash-induced hidden injuries. Suppressing it so quickly was a testament to his immense power.

Di Huang did not move, and neither did Black-Clothed Ye Chen on the opposite side.

Across the misty void, the two stared at each other silently. Di Huang's eyes held doubt, while Black-Clothed Ye Chen's gaze was one of utter disdain, as if he looked down on Di Huang entirely.

Inside the copper furnace, Ye Chen and Zi Xuan watched as well, unable to hide their worry.

A great battle was inevitable, but neither could predict the winner. The only oddity was Black-Clothed Ye Chen's strangeness—he was also a Shengti, and his cultivation level was in no way inferior to Di Huang's. As fellow ancient Shengti facing off at the same level, the outcome was uncertain, especially since Di Huang was still injured.

They were watching, and so was Ming Di, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming brightly.

Di Huang had doubts, but Ming Di knew everything about Black-Clothed Ye Chen's origins. This scene seemed to unfold exactly as he had foreseen, like some predestined fate in the shadows.