Chapter 2359: I Alone Will Suffice

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At dawn, Ye Chen left Heng Yue, accompanied by Xiao Lingwa. The little fellow was still in his childlike form, perched on Ye Chen’s shoulder, looking utterly innocent. Despite being the body of a Tyrant Dragon, he had transformed into something so endearing.

In the vast starry sky, Ye Chen opened a domain gate and headed straight for the Eastern Star Domain.

“Are you sure you’ve seen the male Yongsheng Ti?” Xiao Lingwa asked idly.

“Of course,” Ye Chen replied casually.

“In your opinion, who would win?”

“The male Yongsheng Ti.” Ye Chen answered without hesitation. It wasn’t about boosting the enemy’s morale or undermining the prestige of the Taixu Ancient Dragon; it was simply that the male Yongsheng Ti was too terrifying. With his incredibly long lifespan, he could even outlast the Dragon Emperor. His combat power was on par with that of a Saint Venerable. If it came to a real fight, not just Long Wu, but even Ye Chen himself would be far outmatched.

“I think so too,” Xiao Lingwa said, tapping his little head. “Honestly, I feel the male Yongsheng Ti and the female Yongsheng Ti are a perfect match, like they were made for each other by heaven and earth.”

No sooner had he spoken than Ye Chen grabbed him and pulled him down.

Then, Young Master Ye stomped the little figure underfoot, grinding him in circles like putting out a cigarette butt, determined to squash him into a pulp. You rascal, aren’t you from Da Chu? So what if he’s the male Yongsheng Ti? Does that give him the right to brazenly steal someone’s wife?

Poor Xiao Lingwa was indeed squashed into a mess—the scene was downright bloody.

The rest of the journey was quite peaceful.

Later, Xiao Lingwa woke up, his little head drooping, looking utterly dejected.

When Ye Chen emerged from the domain gate again, they were in another star domain.

As far as the eye could see, crowds of people surged like waves, filling the surrounding starry sky. Even on the many desolate stars, people stood packed together, all with their hands tucked in their sleeves, waiting eagerly for the show.

Ye Chen donned a black robe and stood at the edge of the crowd, scanning the area.

At the center of the starry sky, he spotted Long Wu.

Long Wu looked completely different from before. No longer bald, he now had long, thick black hair flowing like a waterfall. His back was forlorn yet unyieldingly strong like a mountain. Stubble lined his mouth, hinting at a touch of weariness, but his eyes gleamed with sharp, piercing light.

Ye Chen gazed at him quietly, his expression momentarily dazed.

The Long Wu in his memories wasn’t like this—it was as if he had become a different person. It was probably because of Dongfang Yuling. She had been found several years ago but still hadn’t regained her memories, so she couldn’t remember him. All she knew was that the male Yongsheng Ti shared the same bloodline, making her feel closer to that person.

For Long Wu, this was undoubtedly a massive blow. The woman he loved most had been bound by an eternal contract and would likely become someone else’s wife. One could only imagine his state of mind.

“Is that Long Wu from Da Chu? I remember him as a bald guy.”

“Who says a bald guy can’t grow hair? Though, honestly, he looked better bald.”

“I heard he’s challenging the male Yongsheng Ti?”

While Ye Chen was lost in thought, more cultivators arrived from all directions—bored folks who had traveled far to watch the battle. When they saw Long Wu with his long hair, they all showed expressions of surprise.

“This era is truly extraordinary. Yongsheng Ti, which rarely appears throughout history, now has both a male and a female. If those two combined, they might give birth to an even more dominant bloodline.”

“The legend says the male Yongsheng Ti outlasted the Taixu Dragon Emperor—who knows if it’s true?”

“Whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter. What matters is this battle—can the remnant soul of the Taixu Dragon Emperor defeat the male Yongsheng Ti and uphold the Dragon Emperor’s undefeated legend?”

“That might be a bit tough.”

More people arrived, their discussions rising and falling like waves. Many pointed and stared, their eyes shining with anticipation as they waited for the male Yongsheng Ti to appear. A lot of them had never seen a Yongsheng Ti before.

“That guy Long Yi is here too,” Xiao Lingwa whispered.

Ye Chen didn’t need him to say it—he had already spotted Long Yi.

Long Yi arrived amid a cloud of dust from the distant starry sky. At his side was Murong Miaoxin. The two seemed to be on a romantic trip, probably their honeymoon, but they had rushed here upon hearing about the challenge. As a soul of the Taixu Ancient Dragon, how could Long Yi miss Long Wu’s fight against the male Yongsheng Ti? It was only right to join the battle.

It was clear Long Yi had made a breakthrough, just like Long Wu, now a Quasi-Emperor, though his aura was unstable, indicating he had advanced not long ago.

“Let’s fight him! The Taixu Ancient Dragon lineage fears no battle!”

Long Yi started shouting the moment he arrived, cursing and yelling nonstop, his fighting spirit high. One thing worth noting was his shiny, bald forehead, as eye-catching as ever.

“I alone am sufficient,” Long Wu said flatly, his voice somewhat hoarse.

As Ye Chen had expected, the souls of the Taixu Ancient Dragon were proud—more precisely, it was a matter of a man’s dignity. He had to reclaim his wife on his own and wouldn’t rely on others for help.

Long Yi wanted to say more but ultimately held his tongue. He understood Long Wu’s intent. If it were him, he wouldn’t ask for help either—it would be a one-on-one fight to the death.

Helplessly, he turned and retreated into the crowd.

“Do you think if those two merged, they could beat the Yongsheng Ti?” Xiao Lingwa asked.

Ye Chen didn’t answer, but his answer was no.

Even if Long Yi and Long Wu merged, they still wouldn’t be a match for the male Yongsheng Ti. After all, in ancient times, the male Yongsheng Ti at the same level had combat power not inferior to the Taixu Dragon Emperor’s.

In other words, even if the Taixu Dragon Emperor himself came at the same level, he might not completely defeat the male Yongsheng Ti, let alone one of his incomplete remnant souls.

“If Lord Long were here, the three of them together might have a slightly better chance,” Ye Chen murmured to himself, suddenly thinking of Lord Long again. They were like teacher and friend— he wondered if Lord Long was still alive.

“A lot of old timers have shown up!” Xiao Lingwa whispered.

Ye Chen fell silent and glanced around.

Indeed, many supreme figures had arrived. He could see several Divine Generals, their identities hidden with secret techniques, standing quietly in the crowd. He also spotted the War King, the Tai King, and the Yan Emperor, each coming from different directions, along with the Saint Venerable and the Son of the Plane.

Many of Da Chu’s old Quasi-Emperors had come, but not to help—they were here to observe. They all wanted to see if the legendary male Yongsheng Ti was as formidable as the rumors claimed.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, a figure materialized from the depths of the starry sky and slowly approached.

The male Yongsheng Ti had arrived, clad in fluttering black robes. His form was eerie, sometimes solid and sometimes illusory, with no trace of cultivator energy about him, like an ordinary mortal. His eyes were as still as an ancient well, his expression indifferent, as if nothing in the world could stir his emotions.

He walked on the Great Dao’s heavenly fate, as if treading the river of time itself, exuding an aura of ancient desolation, like the end of ages. The sight made everyone feel a momentary daze.

“He really lived up to outlasting the Taixu Dragon Emperor,” the War King murmured, his divine eyes narrowing slightly. He could already sense the male Yongsheng Ti’s terror—if he fought alone, he wouldn’t be a match.

“What a bunch of monsters this year,” the Five Divine Generals sighed. Even someone as aggressive as them couldn’t hide their wariness. Anyone who lived long enough was basically an old demon.

“Got nothing to say?” the Son of the Plane glanced at the Saint Venerable.

“He’s caught my eye,” the Saint Venerable said with his hands tucked away, his tone meaningful. He wasn’t afraid, but he did have a hint of caution. A peak-level Yongsheng Ti was no joke.

Even the strongest Quasi-Emperors felt this way, let alone the others. Many people stared in stunned silence. Da Chu had a female Sheng Ti, and they had all gone to see her back in the day based on the rumors. But this was their first time seeing the male Yongsheng Ti, and his power was shockingly overwhelming.

Compared to the others, Ye Chen was much calmer. He had encountered this great figure before and was already mentally prepared. Now, he stood at the peak below the Great Emperor level, just one step away from the emperor’s path.

Those with keen insight could detect the killing intent within the male Yongsheng Ti’s body.

And within that killing intent, there was a trace of heavenly demon aura.

It didn’t mean he was a heavenly demon; it meant the male Yongsheng Ti must have fought them before. During the heavenly demon invasion, he was likely in some corner of the universe, battling to protect the heavens and all living beings. Ye Chen had known this for a while—anyone who had fought heavenly demons could be spotted at a glance.

As they spoke, the male Yongsheng Ti came to a stop, standing motionless like a statue.

“Battle!”

With a resounding shout from Long Wu, he launched his attack on the spot, shattering the starry sky with a single step. An immortal sword materialized in his hand, its strike unmatched, carving out an immortal river that split the yin and yang of the universe.

The male Yongsheng Ti, however, acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing. With a simple, ordinary palm strike, he erased the immortal river.

Then, everyone collectively looked up, their eyes widening as they watched Long Wu fly backward, hurtling eighty thousand li through the starry sky, smashing countless stars along the way.

Gulp!

Someone swallowed hard in the silence. A Quasi-Emperor-level Dragon Emperor remnant soul had been defeated so swiftly.

“Is that it?”

“It’s expected. The male Yongsheng Ti is at the peak of Quasi-Emperor, with combat power not inferior to the Dragon Emperor’s at the same level. Long Wu is just a newly advanced Quasi-Emperor—how could he hold out?”

“It’s probably because the male Yongsheng Ti held back; otherwise, that palm could have wiped him out.”

Discussions erupted, filled with tsks of amazement, sighs, and shock, blending into waves like a tide. They marveled at the male Yongsheng Ti’s strength and pitied Long Wu’s utter defeat.

“Impressive,” Long Yi coughed, stepping out of the crowd to find Long Wu. The male Yongsheng Ti was too formidable; challenging him without reaching peak Quasi-Emperor was just asking for trouble.

Ye Chen rubbed his brow—this outcome was predictable.

The male Yongsheng Ti arrived quickly and left just as fast. After sending Long Wu flying with one palm, he suddenly turned and departed, his robes fluttering ethereally, leaving no trace behind as if he had never been there.

Naturally, figures like the Divine Generals, the kings, and the Saint Venerable quietly followed.

Clearly, these old timers were bored and eager for a fight. It was rare to encounter the male Yongsheng Ti, so why not test him? Of course, they had their own motives too.

He beat someone from our Da Chu— that needs to be addressed.

Many other old timers noticed this and their eyes lit up, hurrying after them. Long Wu might not beat the Yongsheng Ti, but that didn’t mean Da Chu’s Quasi-Emperors couldn’t. The fierce ones from that land were incredibly tough, and they were notoriously protective.

Ye Chen followed suit, joining in without hesitation.

As for Long Wu, though defeated, he was still alive. Leaving him with Long Yi was fine.

This battle began and ended so abruptly that it left everyone stunned. Some pursued the male Yongsheng Ti, while others went to check on Long Wu.

Speaking of Long Wu, his injuries were severe—his body drenched in blood and bones exposed. Amid the scattering debris, he struggled to his feet but could barely stand, coughing up blood continuously.

“Take it slow, no rush,” Long Yi said, arriving to support the nearly collapsing Long Wu.

Long Wu managed a smile. Though defeated, the firm light in his eyes never faded. He had known he wasn’t a match for the male Yongsheng Ti; this fight was just to gauge the gap.

The road ahead was long, and he had plenty of time. One day, he would advance to peak Quasi-Emperor and face him again. But that journey would be incredibly arduous.

On the other side, the kings and others trailed relentlessly.

The male Yongsheng Ti, however, never once looked back. With his perceptive abilities, he must have known he was being followed, yet he ignored it completely. His steps remained slow, though his speed was terrifyingly fast, covering nearly an entire star domain with each one.

“Those legs are something else,” the Tai King marveled with a tsk. In terms of speed, he was no match for the Yongsheng Ti.

If even he felt that way, the spectators trailing behind were even more outpaced, racing desperately.

But as they chased, the male Yongsheng Ti vanished from sight, leaving a string of people stranded in the starry sky, all feeling awkwardly lost and unsure where to go next.

This proved that watching a show required some skill. If you couldn’t keep up, what was the point?

They might not have caught up, but that didn’t mean Young Master Ye couldn’t. Besides the Saint Venerable and the others, only he could barely keep the figures in view, following without losing track.

Eventually, he stopped in a stretch of starry sky, flask in hand, looking around.

Yes, he had lost them too. It wasn’t that his speed was lacking; it was just that those old timers were too fast, with the male Yongsheng Ti being the quickest, like he had some kind of boost.

“Embarrassing, isn’t it?” Xiao Lingwa scratched his nose.

“Embarrassing,” Ye Chen replied, still searching and using the Zhoutian divination to trace the source.

Sure enough, his persistence paid off, and he found them.

When he reappeared, it was on a remote, desolate star. Deep within its forests, the night was pitch black, but a bonfire blazed brightly, and the aroma of stewed meat wafted through the air.

From afar, Ye Chen could see the kings, Divine Generals, Saint Venerable, and Son of the Plane.

These old timers were quite leisurely, staying up late in this remote spot, gathered around a large iron pot, stewing meat with all the seasonings one could want.

“Isn’t that the male Yongsheng Ti they’re stewing?” Xiao Lingwa stroked his chin, imagining scenes: the male Yongsheng Ti caught, ganged up on by Da Chu’s Quasi-Emperors, defeated, and thrown into the pot.

It wasn’t just him—Ye Chen had the same thought. It wouldn’t be surprising if the Divine Generals did something like that. They’d seen it all and eaten it all; stewing a Yongsheng Ti was entirely possible.

As he approached, Ye Chen peered into the pot. He couldn’t tell what it was, but it definitely wasn’t the Yongsheng Ti.

The Divine Generals glanced up at Young Master Ye, their eyes seeming to say: Where did you pop up from?

“The Yongsheng Ti?” Xiao Lingwa hid behind Ye Chen, peeking out with half his head, asking quietly, afraid these old timers might toss him in the pot too.

“Didn’t catch up,” the Saint Venerable called out.

Ye Chen couldn’t help but chuckle at that line. They hadn’t caught up but were acting all bold—talk about shameless!

Da Chu’s Tenth Emperor was straightforward, bringing his own bowl and chopsticks, not waiting for an invitation as he stepped forward to ladle some meat soup. Only then did he realize what they were stewing—a Flood Dragon.

“Where’s your ancestor?” the Five Divine Generals asked. It looked like he wanted to spar with Di Huang; he loved picking fights with the tough ones, like the Great Accomplishment Sheng Ti.

“No idea,” Ye Chen shrugged. He was looking for him too, maybe to ask about the contract.

Speaking of the contract, he glanced at these old timers. “When the heavens age and the earth grows old, when the other shore flowers bloom—what does that mean?”

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