Chapter 2438: Lively Ancient Land

As the words fell, a dazzling beam of light shot straight into the sky from above the Black-clothed Young Emperor's head, its divine radiance piercing and intense, tearing a massive hole in the vast heavens.

This fellow was truly serious now, eager to test his skills against the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. Sealed away for countless years, his dormant blood boiled once more, burning like fire from ancient times.

Boom!

The heavens thundered, the earth trembled, and the Black-clothed Young Emperor's black robe was shattered into ashes, revealing his true form. He wore purple-gold armor and black-feathered war boots, his dark hair cascading like a waterfall. An ancient divine mark adorned his forehead, his physique immensely powerful. His surging vital energy rolled like an ocean, with Dao principles flickering in and out, and various apocalyptic visions manifesting around him.

Boom! Rumble!

The rumbling sky was filled with lightning and thunder, the ground shaking as if it could not withstand his pressure. His cultivation at the first level of Quasi-Emperor unleashed the full glory of a peak Quasi-Emperor.

Most terrifying were his eyes, which embodied Dao principles and were etched with destruction, making it impossible to meet his gaze directly. Even a single glance might annihilate one's spirit.

"This guy is very strong."

Xiao Yuan Huang shuddered and quickly retreated.

"How strong can he be compared to Old Seven?" Kui Niu sneered, retreating no slower than Xiao Yuan Huang.

Turning to Ye Chen, he stood unmoving, his body undergoing changes as well. Golden divine light enveloped him, his Sacred Body forged like molten gold, with Chaos visions manifesting and Chaos Dao principles swirling around him. Amid the darkness, he resembled a blazing sun, his radiance piercing, and one could faintly hear the sounds of the Great Dao.

Ye Chen admitted without reservation that the Black-clothed Young Emperor was very strong.

But strength had its limits. Even among Young Emperors, there were levels of power. He wasn't exaggerating—Ji Ning Shuang could crush him, and if she could do it, so could he.

This was the mindset of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body: unbeatable in battle intent.

"Come fight."

The Black-clothed Young Emperor ascended to the ninth heaven, looking down on Ye Chen with utter disdain.

Ye Chen soared upward, his movements profound and mysterious, entering the sky.

No sooner had he steadied himself than the Black-clothed Young Emperor launched an attack, summoning a sea of thunder that engulfed everything, with billions of lightning bolts gathering. Each thread and strand contained destructive power, capable of tearing apart the universe. Merely watching it made Kui Niu and the others tremble.

Both were certain that being swallowed by the thunder sea would mean utter annihilation.

Ye Chen was undaunted. His Golden Immortal Sea appeared instantly, clashing against the thunder sea.

The moment the two seas collided, that stretch of the void sky collapsed.

Suppress!

The Black-clothed Young Emperor charged forward, pointing from across the sky and disrupting the laws.

Ye Chen stepped through the heavens, his body turning illusory in an instant as he closed in on the Black-clothed Young Emperor.

"Emperor's Dao Mirage?"

The Black-clothed Young Emperor's expression changed, and he retreated swiftly.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Ye Chen's fist was already upon him.

Thud!

Blood splattered as the Black-clothed Young Emperor was sent flying, his blood and bones scattering.

"Very good."

The battle intent in his eyes burned even hotter. He fled through the air, his wounds healing in an instant with terrifying regenerative power. Like a divine ray, he shot into the ninth heaven and struck down with a palm that covered the sky.

Break!

Ye Chen said calmly, wielding no weapons or tools, only his golden fists smashing upward against the heavens. He shattered the palm seal but collided with a purple-gold divine light that ignored the physical body and targeted the primordial spirit.

Clang!

The sound of a sword's resonance rose as he unleashed the Divine Mourning secret technique, dispelling the purple-gold divine light.

Exterminate!

In that moment, the Black-clothed Young Emperor descended from the air, gripping a purple-gold immortal sword radiating divine light. With one swing, he shattered the cosmos, his power devastating and evoking visions of collapsing heavens and earth.

Unfortunately, he had underestimated Ye Chen. Before the sword could land, it struck eight golden divine dragons—the Sacred Body's Eight Heavenly Dragons divine treasure. Each dragon was ten thousand zhang long.

Thus, this Young Emperor experienced firsthand what it meant to face the Eight Dragon Fists.

Thud!

He spat out a mouthful of blood with overwhelming force. His sword was broken, and he was sent flying, his newly healed body cracking open again as purple-gold divine blood sprayed out.

"Exhilarating."

Instead of a roar of anger, the Black-clothed Young Emperor laughed maniacally, bathed in his own blood, his battle intent intensifying. Another ancient divine mark appeared on his forehead, elevating his combat power to a new peak. Every wisp of aura emanating from him could crush the blue sky, his brilliant light dazzling.

Ye Chen smiled and advanced, treading on the essence of the universe.

Fight!

With a fierce shout, the Black-clothed Young Emperor attacked once more.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The great battle erupted, heavens collapsing and earth shattering—one a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, the other a forbidden zone prodigy; one living in the present age, the other sealed for eons—both Young Emperors, clashing into the vast void.

Blood rained down like a storm, some golden, some purple-gold, each drop containing immense essence and making the darkness gleam radiantly, adding color to the night.

Such a commotion naturally drew a crowd, with many treasure seekers gathering in waves, thinking a rare treasure had emerged. Little did they know it was an epic battle.

"The Sacred Body is actually in Zang Shen Gu Di."

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

"You must have forgotten his name is Ye Chen. Where there's excitement, how could the Tenth Emperor of Great Chu be absent?"

These words struck a chord with everyone.

Recalling the past, even as a minor cultivator, Ye Chen had become renowned across the realms, stirring up trouble wherever he went. Places like the Xuan Huang Continent and the cultivators' holy lands were turned upside down because of him; ancient ruins and Heavenly Venerable sites always erupted in chaos when he was involved.

"Who is fighting the Sacred Body?" More people focused on the Black-clothed Young Emperor, whose existence they couldn't recall from memory. Though not as strong as Ye Chen, he was undoubtedly a genuine Young Emperor.

"Besides the Sacred Body Ye Chen and Yao Chi Dong Shen, the heavens actually have a third Young Emperor." The older generation, with their cultivations suppressed, were astounded. If they hadn't seen it, they wouldn't have believed it.

"Should we tell these old folks about the five Young Emperors?" Xiao Yuan Huang scratched his monkey fur, glancing around at the crowds.

"Keep it low-key." Kui Niu said seriously, his eyes filled with wariness toward the Black-clothed Young Emperor.

That one was a true Young Emperor, far beyond the level of an Emperor's Son. Even with the Thunder Emperor's essence empowering him, Kui Niu wouldn't stand a chance—only someone like Ye Chen could match him.

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body lives up to its reputation." On an unremarkable mountain peak, a graceful figure stood—a female Young Emperor—gazing across the vast void at the battle. As a fellow Young Emperor, neither she nor the Black-clothed Young Emperor could compare.

"Who is fighting?"

A voice of doubt came from the transmission stone.

"Lian Yu Emperor's Son and the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body."

The female Young Emperor replied indifferently.

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body? There's still one in this world?"

"Those old folks hid it from us well." The female Young Emperor shook her head with a smile. As clever as she was, she could guess the intent—it was deliberate, to let them train. No matter who won or lost, it would be a form of tempering, essentially wearing each other down.

"Just wait, I'll join the fight too."

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body—finally caught a live one. Is it really unbeatable at the same level?"

"That's what the historical records say."

On the other end of the transmission stone, it wasn't just one person but two, chatting back and forth like a comedy routine. From their tone, they were eager for battle, wanting to challenge Ye Chen. Sealed for who knows how many ages, they were itching for a fight.

The female Young Emperor didn't stop them—this was the Heavenly King's intention, to blunt their edges.

However, she knew full well that those two would fare no better against the Sacred Body.

This era's Sacred Body was no ordinary one. Thinking of the Emperor's Dao fiend energy within him, she felt quite puzzled—how had he slain a Great Emperor? It was utterly defying heaven.

"See? I told you it was that Ye Chen kid." Two figures climbed the mountain peak and stood beside the female Young Emperor, watching the distant battle where Ye Chen was visible.

These two were none other than Ri Yue Shen Zi and Dong Zhou Wu Wang!

Both looked quite disheveled, likely having triggered some restrictions and suffered losses.

The female Young Emperor said nothing, quietly observing the fight. From their conversation, she learned the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body's name was Ye Chen. In Zang Shen Gu Di, the name she heard most was the Tenth Emperor of Great Chu.

"If Yao Chi Dong Shen were here, it would be even more exciting." Ri Yue Shen Zi sighed, completely unaware of the Young Emperor standing nearby. The blame lay with the intense battle in the sky, which had captured his attention.

"In a one-on-one at the same level, Ye Chen might not even win—it's bound to be thrilling." Dong Zhou Wu Wang pulled out a wine flask, clicking his tongue in amazement. Don't underestimate that bookish guy; he was fierce in a fight.

Hearing this, the female Young Emperor turned her head slightly and asked tentatively, "Is there another Young Emperor in the heavens?"

"Of course there is, and she's no weaker than the Sacred Body." Ri Yue Shen Zi replied casually, then began sizing up the female Young Emperor. Not looking closely, he hadn't realized—she was a female Young Emperor! It was just that her black robe had concealed it, as he'd seen before entering.

"Good thing we didn't badmouth her." Dong Zhou Wu Wang coughed, or else they'd be in for a beating. Though not as strong as Yao Chi Dong Shen, this woman was a genuine Young Emperor.

The female Young Emperor fell silent, or rather, she was stunned.

If even the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body might not defeat her, then this so-called Yao Chi Dong Shen must be extraordinarily brilliant—a remarkable woman whose comprehension of the Dao had surely reached perfection.

She began to understand why the Heavenly King had unsealed them in this era—it was exceptional. One Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and one Yao Chi Dong Shen were enough to dominate an age. Perhaps they were included in that as well.

"Immortal, may I ask where your sect is?" Ri Yue Shen Zi asked with a smile.

The female Young Emperor didn't respond, of course.

"She wants to know if you're married and willing to be her wife."

Dong Zhou Wu Wang left those words and vanished in a flash. Teasing a female Young Emperor like that would lead to a beating, so it was best to slip away quickly—not just slip away, but run fast.

Indeed, in the heavens, this kind of move was seen as betraying a teammate.

Ri Yue Shen Zi was utterly betrayed. He hadn't expected Dong Zhou Wu Wang to pull that stunt—it was completely unexpected. Before he could escape, the female Young Emperor struck him with a palm, sending him flying.

Since she couldn't find her teammate, she'd take it out on him.

Teasing a female Young Emperor came at a price.

"Song Yu, what the hell is wrong with you!"

In the dark night, Ri Yue Shen Zi's curses echoed powerfully.

After shouting, he flew off into the distance—not of his own accord, but propelled by the female Young Emperor's palm straight toward a massive mountain, with considerable force.

"From the looks of it, that mountain's about to collapse."

In a remote corner of the mountains, Dong Zhou Wu Wang stood with his hands behind his back, watching Ri Yue Shen Zi soar away. What a perfect pit he had dug.