Chapter 2390: Saintly Dao Immortal Burial

Under the starlight, Ye Chen returned to Heng Yue.

Before he even reached Jade Maiden Peak, he saw several unidentified objects flying out from the peak. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were people: Xie Yun and Xiong Er, among others. They had decided not to sleep in the middle of the night and instead went up to Jade Maiden Peak to "console" their brother's wives, only to be beaten on the spot by the women.

Ye Dashao, being quite perceptive, intercepted his brothers and gave them another thorough thrashing.

On Jade Maiden Peak, Chu Xuan and Chu Ling were all there, but Hong Yan and Xiao Ren Wang were missing, likely having been taken away by Tianxuan Gate. Compared to Heng Yue, Tianxuan Gate was indeed much safer.

Chu Xuan immediately asked, "Do you know who it was?"

The other women all turned to look at him as well.

That night, the battle between the Yuhua Xian Wang and the woman in white had been extraordinarily massive; they couldn't possibly be unaware of it. The fact that it had driven an Xian Wang to near destruction made them all very curious.

Ye Chen shook his head helplessly, his expression clouded with gloom.

The women didn't ask further; just from Ye Chen's demeanor, they knew that dangers still lurked in the Zhutian.

In the quiet night, Ye Dashao pushed open Ji Ningshuang's door.

Soon, Ji Ningshuang emerged—or more precisely, it was her physical body, but Ye Chen's yuan shen.

That's right; he had shamelessly swapped bodies with his wife again. The Huanggu Sheng Ti's divine repository hadn't fully awakened yet. Now, all the emperor-level figures, including Ji Ningshuang, had fully opened theirs, leaving only his Sheng Ti as an incomplete mess.

In the dead of night, this fellow wandered around until he found a secluded spot.

Once his shameless spirit kicked in, nothing could stop him. He touched everything he shouldn't, and let me tell you, the feel was quite nice.

Ji Ningshuang knew all about this without even looking; just thinking about Ye Dashao's lack of integrity told her everything. He must be hiding in some remote corner, doing something indecent.

After that, this guy didn't show his face for several days in a row.

Do something shameless too many times, and even you'll feel embarrassed. Better to focus on comprehending the Dao.

Deep in Jade Maiden Peak, birds chirped and flowers bloomed.

There sat Ye Chen, bathing in the starlight, meditating like an old monk, exuding a majestic aura.

When the Sheng Ti yuan shen combined with the Xian Ti physical body, it always generated a mysterious power. That power was like a key, which at some specific moment would unlock the divine repository.

And that divine repository was the Sheng Ti's, a inherited innate divine ability.

Ji Ningshuang had come by a few times, wearing Ye Chen's body, and she didn't even walk properly—especially down below, with that extra protrusion, she just couldn't get used to it no matter where she went.

Chu Xuan and the others had also come to visit; playful ones like Xi Yan always left something behind each time, like drawing a circle on Ye Chen's face and then crossing it out.

Whenever that happened, Ji Ningshuang felt quite awkward; after all, it was her body.

Ye Chen, of course, was oblivious to all this. His mind wandered in the Dao realm, with his yuan shen and physical body merging, repeatedly drawing on that mysterious power to impact the Sheng Ti's divine repository.

Just like that, three months passed in the blink of an eye.

In those three months, the starry sky saw two more emperor tribulations. One came from the Xuan Huang direction; the one who triggered it was a Wu Clan member, a true ancient elder whose seniority surpassed even the Wu Clan emperor. He had been personally sealed by the clan emperor, and this time, upon being unsealed, his misfortunes outweighed his fortunes. He did attract the emperor tribulation, but he perished in it, turning to ash.

As for the other, it belonged to the Cang Long Clan; it was the Xuan Zu of the dragon tribulation, an aged Cang Long. On a quiet night, he bid farewell to his clan and set off alone on that path of no return, never to be seen again. Many days later, when the Cang Long Clan found him, only a bloodstained garment remained.

After these two tribulations, there were no more emperor tribulations for two full months.

The starry sky grew a bit calmer, but still lively. The battles among the younger generation grew even fiercer, with more and more peerless prodigies emerging. Their bloodline origins were more domineering than the last; no one dared claim to be the absolute best, and no one was unbeatable in their realm. Even someone as strong as the Dao Yuan Shen Ti had formidable rivals, and the Zi Fu Xian Ti had suffered heavy injuries in many great battles.

What puzzled people was that Tian Zhen and Tian Sha hadn't been seen since their battle with Tai Yin and Tai Yang; it was as if they had vanished from the world. While the younger generation fought fiercely, those two were nowhere to be found.

In contrast, the Sheng Ti's precious daughter was quite active. Wherever there was a battle, she was there, striking when people were already battered and bruised. She teamed up perfectly with Xiao Hei Pangzi, and more than a few prodigies ended up getting ambushed out of nowhere—not exaggerating, they were stripped of everything except their clothes.

Because of this, people kept showing up at Heng Yue every few days, wanting to have a chat with Ye Sheng Ti.

Unfortunately, Ye Chen was in seclusion, so they had to talk to his wives instead. Each one was indignant: What on earth is this? Have you gotten addicted to robbery? With a little demon like yours in the Zhutian, the younger generation doesn't dare bring their treasures when they go out, afraid of getting robbed.

Yet, Ye Ling remained dedicated; she even kidnapped holy sons and divine daughters for no reason, causing headaches for various forces. They had sent people to capture her, but she always slipped away.

The women felt quite helpless about this.

As her mother, Chu Ling was the most frustrated. She'd been pregnant for hundreds of years—it was like the child had become a spirit. Your unreliable father knows how to do it, and you've picked up every trick; what about that so-called restraint?

As for Di Huang, he had been in a deep sleep for half a year, with no sign of waking.

The quasi emperors visited him every day, but he showed no signs of stirring, as if he planned to sleep until the end of time. And that Xiao Ren Wang fellow had grown a bit, but his memories hadn't returned.

That mysterious woman in white hadn't appeared again either.

During that time, Yuhua Xian Wang had woken up, but unfortunately, he didn't know her origins.

Ye Chen sat in meditation for seven months straight, never opening his eyes.

It wasn't until the eighth month that his sacred body trembled slightly, and a brilliant golden light shot straight into the sky, piercing a massive hole in the vast heavens.

Then, on his forehead, a sacred pattern was etched stroke by stroke—the exclusive sacred pattern of the Sheng Ti. With its manifestation, his aura instantly rose to a new level, as if some kind of combat restriction had been unlocked, and surging golden vital energy erupted.

"Sheng Dao Xian Zang."

The female Sheng Ti, far away at Tianxuan Gate, gazed toward Heng Yue and murmured to herself.

As a fellow Sheng Ti, she recognized that golden light and knew what it signified. It was one of the Sheng Ti's divine repositories, a forbidden technique that enhanced combat power. Though not as overbearing as the Great Wheel of Reincarnation Heavenly Burial, it was superior to other forbidden techniques and even surpassed demonic transformations.

On Jade Maiden Peak, the women were all watching. As they watched, they all turned in unison to Ji Ningshuang, their eyes saying it all—they wanted to swap bodies with her too.

Ji Ningshuang didn't refuse; as long as they didn't use her body for anything improper, they could do as they pleased.

Over here, Ye Chen's immortal light had already retracted into his body. With a turbid breath exhaled, he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were even deeper now, like a vast starry sky, with specks of golden light flickering like golden stars, evolving the essence of the Dao.

"Sheng Dao Xian Zang, not bad."

Ye Chen laughed, stretching lazily with delight. He had finally awakened another divine repository—it hadn't been in vain to swap bodies with Ji Ningshuang or to seclude himself for these months.

Back under that old tree, Ye Dashao returned.

For some reason, his walking posture was quite arrogant, more like that of a female bandit than a woman. Not everyone could strut around with such an unapologetic gait.

The women's expressions were full of meaning; they usually found Ji Ningshuang quite agreeable, but seeing this version of her made them inexplicably want to throw a punch.

" Facts prove that character is still quite important."

Under the women's gaze, Ye Chen's remark was laden with implication.

The women's beautiful eyes collectively slanted, scanning him up and down: We've all fully opened our divine repositories, and you're still just a half-baked one. What's there to be proud of? Among the young emperor levels, just look at our Lao Jiu—in terms of divine repositories, he could outstrip you by a mile.

Speaking of Lao Jiu, Ji Ningshuang had already formed a hand seal with one hand, instantly swapping bodies with Ye Chen.

She used that immortal technique so smoothly that even Ye Chen was caught off guard. He had still been thinking of wandering around outside in his wife's body, but now, she had wised up and wasn't giving him the chance.

"How does it feel?" Chu Ling blinked her beautiful eyes and asked with a smile.

"People change; don't think of me as that sleazy." Ye Chen took a deep breath, his demeanor entering a refined state, full of righteousness and integrity.

As he was saying this, a beam of tribulation immortal light suddenly streaked across the sky, heading toward Tianxuan Gate.

Ye Chen's eyes lit up at the sight.

Clearly, that was the tribulation immortal light of the Six Paths. As someone who was half-tribulated, he had finally passed it, having waited a full twenty years after Hong Chen. Once the tribulation was overcome, it stirred the entire Da Chu.

Boom!

Immediately, a thunderous rumble shook the quiet night.

The Six Paths were indeed the Six Paths, a peerless force. The seal Di Ji had placed on him was instantly broken, and even someone as strong as Di Ji was forced to stagger back, no match for the Six Paths at all.

When the quasi emperors arrived, the Six Paths had already found Xiao Ruoxi, standing like a stone statue by her side, a true guardian deity who wouldn't let anyone approach.

"If Hong Chen were released, it would be quite lively," Fu Ya stroked his beard and said.

No one dared disagree with that.

Hong Chen wanted to kill Ruoxi, while the Six Paths wanted to protect her. These two were both from outside this time and space, and both extraordinarily powerful. Looking back, whenever they met in the past, they always ended up fighting.

"This is for the best," Dong Huang Tai Xin said with a smile. With the Six Paths guarding her, in this era, aside from Da Cheng Sheng Ti Di Huang, no one could take Ruoxi away—who could defeat the Six Paths?

However, there were still those who refused to believe it.

For example, the Ten Kings of Hell, or the various old Ming Wangs from the Ming Realm, who had all rushed from the starry sky upon hearing of the Six Paths' return, clamoring for a fight and insisting on sparring.

Da Chu would certainly fulfill this wish and wouldn't stop them. If anyone wanted to fight the Six Paths, they didn't even need to issue a challenge; anyone who approached Xiao Ruoxi would be attacked.

And so, for those days, Tianxuan Gate was quite lively.

The so-called liveliness meant the thunderous booms: Qin Guang Wang went in and was sent flying with a single palm from the Six Paths; Chu Jiang Wang went in and hadn't even steadied himself before being launched into the sky, not coming down for a long time.

The other eight Kings of Hell fared no better; anyone who entered couldn't stand for three breaths before being thrown out. Whether you were a king of hell or a Ming Wang, the Six Paths struck without mercy.

Thus, the Ten Kings of Hell finally settled down, and those who didn't believe it now did.

And the most awkward one was Ming Di, the boss of the underworld; almost all the strong from the Ming Realm who came to Zhutian had been beaten up. It wasn't that the kings of hell weren't strong enough; it was just that Zhutian's monsters were too numerous.

The most heartbreaking was Di Ji. When the Six Paths first returned, the two could still talk, and he might tease her every few days, which felt wonderful.

Now, with the Six Paths having overcome his tribulation, though he was a person, he was like a mindless puppet. He ignored her questions and would attack if she dared approach Ruoxi.

Ye Chen had come once but didn't get close; he only watched from afar.

Under the moonlight, the scene was poignant: the Six Paths guarded Ruoxi, and Di Ji guarded the Six Paths—one sealed, one mindless. For those who were clear-headed, their emotions were the most complex.

On a new day, the warm sunlight bathed Da Chu.

From that day forward, the Zhutian Wanyu quieted down considerably. The younger generation seemed to have a tacit understanding, deciding to cease hostilities for a few days. As for the emperor tribulations, they seemed to have exhausted themselves, with no one triggering another.

Bathed in the morning light, Ye Chen descended from Jade Maiden Peak.

Behind him, his wives were in quite the mood; they had actually swapped bodies with each other to comprehend the Dao. And some of the playful ones kept touching around.

Ye Chen made his way to the Ling Dan Pavilion, looking relaxed.

He wasn't idle; the entire Da Chu was waiting—for Di Huang to awaken, for Ren Wang to recover his memories. Whether it was the eternal secrets or that mysterious woman in white, they needed these two to unravel. Unfortunately, both dropped the ball at the critical moment.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, who is this?" As Ye Chen entered, Xu Fu clicked his tongue repeatedly. It had been years since he'd seen Ye Chen, and without this monster by his side, he felt no pressure at all.

Ye Chen glanced at the dan furnace and sat on the steps, quietly drinking wine.

Over the years, though he hadn't been at Ling Dan Pavilion to refine pills, he had seen Xu Fu's progress. Now, he was refining four-marked dans, with four or five out of ten producing dan thunder.

As for himself, he had hit a bottleneck and still didn't dare attempt nine-marked dans.

"Have you ever thought that nine-marked dans might also need a dan spirit?" Xu Fu said casually as he tossed immortal herbs into the furnace. The term "dan spirit" was something he believed the Dan Sheng could understand.

Indeed, Ye Chen understood.

A dan spirit meant a human sacrifice, like the former Xuan Nu and Luo Xi. If it ever came to that, it would be truly cruel—not everyone could become the dan spirit for a resurrection dan.

Boom!

After a long silence, it was broken by a boom.

Xu Fu had produced a dan, successfully triggering dan thunder. It carried the essence of the dan Dao and manifested visions. With this dan's success, Xu Fu's dan refining state of mind seemed to undergo a small nirvana.

Ye Chen kept his head down, lost in thought. Since coming to Ling Dan Pavilion, he had been drinking alone. He had reached his bottleneck, like being at the peak of Da Cheng, needing an opportunity to advance to quasi emperor—just as comprehending the dan Dao needed an opportunity.

On the other side, Xu Fu had already collected the dan and, quite pleased, started another one.

People, once focused on something, can become obsessed—just like Xu Fu now. In comprehending the dan Dao, he grasped even more of the Dao, sinking his mind so deeply that he forgot his fatigue.

Night fell quietly.

After his nirvana, Xu Fu produced another dan, and the dan thunder's commotion was significant.

However, something even louder happened on Jade Maiden Peak—not just one beam of immortal light shooting into the sky, but in the ethereal void, profound visions manifested, making the virtual heavens dazzlingly colorful.

Ye Chen finally looked up, his eyebrows slightly raised. He recognized that as the vision of a minor transformation, meaning his wives had gained opportunities and fortunes.

"Interesting."

Ye Chen stroked his chin. So, swapping bodies really brought surprises.