Chapter 2439: Mysterious Holy Physique

In the dim Zangshēn Gǔdì, thunderous booms echoed through the sky.

Gazing into the vast expanse, the black-robed young emperor and Yè Chén stood like immortal kings and war gods, battling with such ferocity that the heavens shattered and the earth crumbled. Blood rain fell like radiant light, dyeing the night in a brilliant glow. Visions of destruction reflected the light of doomsday, overturning yin and yang, and breaking the very fabric of the universe.

It was clear that Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ was at a disadvantage. Though he was also a young emperor and wielded many imperial dao immortal techniques, he could not withstand Yè Chén's assaults. In fact, he was being relentlessly suppressed by Yè Chén, his divine body stained with blood, repeatedly reforming only to be shattered again by the Shèng Tǐ.

The female young emperor continued to watch, growing more astonished with every moment at the sheer terror of the Shèng Tǐ.

As they spoke, two more figures ascended the mountain peak, both cloaked in black robes. They were Huáng Quán Dìzǐ and Míng Tú Dìzǐ, inheritors of great emperor lineages and genuine young emperors.

As for Tiān Xū Dìzǐ, his whereabouts were unknown.

The female young emperor herself carried a lineage, that of Wàng Chuān Dì Nǚ.

The five young emperors of the forbidden zones—four dìzǐ and one dì nǚ—had all forged myths in ancient times and were hailed as the most promising candidates for emperor in their era.

Unfortunately, after countless ages, the world had changed dramatically. The prodigies of ancient times might not overpower the monsters of the present. Even among great emperors and young emperors, there were strengths and weaknesses.

Míng Tú Dìzǐ said gravely,"It's undeniable, he's indeed very formidable."

Huáng Quán Dìzǐ took a deep breath and said,"I think it's best if we stay put for now."

Míng Tú Dìzǐ said with gleaming eyes and surging battle intent,"Don't back down."

Wàng Chuān Dì Nǚ said thoughtfully,"This era is more extraordinary than we imagined. I've heard that the wife of the Shèng Tǐ is also at the young emperor level, and her combat power is no less than that of the Shèng Tǐ."

Míng Tú Dìzǐ exclaimed in surprise,"Two of them?"

Huáng Quán Dìzǐ said with astonishment,"Under the suppression of the emperor's dao, how could there be two young emperors?"

Wàng Chuān Dì Nǚ said softly,"She is a remarkable woman."

Míng Tú Dìzǐ clicked his tongue and said,"Even the Shèng Tǐ might not beat her. Good heavens, how terrifying must she be?"

Huáng Quán Dìzǐ said dismissively,"No matter how strong, could she surpass Tiān Xū Dìzǐ?"

Wàng Chuān Dì Nǚ only smiled without replying, as no battle had been fought, so the outcome was uncertain.

Míng Tú Dìzǐ looked toward a nearby mountain peak and said,"I have to say, that girl looks awfully familiar."

She was indeed Běi Shèng, like a banished immortal from the mortal world, ethereally beautiful as if in a dream. She had been traveling and cultivating in the starry skies but came to Zangshēn Gǔdì upon hearing of it.

More importantly, she was certain that a certain young master would also come. Her excuse of treasure hunting was just a cover; her real purpose was to find Yè Chén. Perhaps the Tenth Emperor of Dà Chǔ had finally come to his senses?

Huáng Quán Dìzǐ said in a daze,"She looks just like..."

Míng Tú Dìzǐ stared intently and said,"More than just like—she's identical."

Wàng Chuān Dì Nǚ remained silent, simply watching quietly.

Sensing the scrutiny, Běi Shèng suddenly turned her gaze toward the mountain peak, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. She couldn't see through these three people, knowing only that they were deeply mysterious and terrifying.

Pfft!

As the four observed each other, Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ spat blood again, half his body obliterated by a punch from Yè Chén. The strands of blood essence that fell were vast and heavy as mountains.

That guy's regenerative power was incredibly domineering, allowing him to fully reform his divine body.

Though outmatched, the fiery and intense light in Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ's eyes burned even brighter, his battle intent like raging flames. He was a warrior who thrived on combat and refused to yield.

Yè Chén stood calmly and said,"Can you still fight?"

Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ laughed defiantly instead of raging, surging with overwhelming momentum as he launched another assault.

The young emperors of the forbidden zones not only carried pride but also grand aspirations. Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ was no exception; even knowing he was outmatched, he fought on, seeking to use Yè Chén's pressure to force his own transformation. In this era of imperial contention, he was one of the contenders and needed a rebirth through nirvana.

Yè Chén smiled and advanced, stepping across the immortal river with an aura that dominated the eight directions.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

After a brief pause, the battle erupted again, turning the already ravaged world into utter chaos.

The situation remained the same as before, with the Shèng Tǐ holding absolute dominance.

However, what suppressed Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ was not just Yè Chén's bloodline but also his dao—the comprehension of the Chaos Dao, which was growing ever more profound and complete. This was where he surpassed his opponent.

The spectators were incredibly excited, saying,"No wonder he's called the Shèng Tǐ—truly dominating heaven and earth."

The fluctuations of the battle drew young emperors from all directions, who marveled at Yè Chén's divine prowess in combat, sighing,"Wherever he goes, he exudes an unmatched presence."

Xiǎo Yuán Huáng scratched his fur and said,"I wonder if the other young emperors will jump in and gang up on our seventh brother. If it's five against one, that kid is done for."

Kuí Niú, carrying a large wine jug, said with a sage-like air,"The young emperors still have that much integrity. If they ganged up, they'd lose their dao heart from the start."

Someone in the noisy crowd howled,"The Shèng Tǐ is unbeatable at the same level!"

This cry pushed the already fervent atmosphere to a new peak, with many raising their hands and shouting in support of the Tenth Emperor of Dà Chǔ. They didn't even know who Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ was, so naturally, they sided with Yè Chén.

Míng Tú Dìzǐ sighed,"Wow, the power of the people's thoughts!"

Huáng Quán Dìzǐ stroked his chin and muttered,"The heart of the people, the choice of the masses? It seems the people of the heavens have already crowned him as their king."

Indeed, a king was a symbol, the embodiment of belief.

This young emperor's guess was spot on.

How many crises had the heavens faced, only to be turned back by Yè Chén time and again? His name had long become a seed of belief in the hearts of the people, growing with the passage of time into a flower of faith that bloomed proudly.

Wàng Chuān Dì Nǚ suddenly said,"I seem to see an emperor."

She was, of course, referring to Yè Chén.

She didn't know what Yè Chén had done to earn such unconditional trust from the people, but she could see that this ancient Shèng Tǐ already possessed the bearing of an emperor. Perhaps he would become the first ancient Shèng Tǐ in history to achieve emperorship—a true act of defying the heavens.

Huáng Quán Dìzǐ suddenly exclaimed,"He's appeared."

At his words, Wàng Chuān Dì Nǚ and Míng Tú Dìzǐ withdrew their gazes from the void, no longer interested in the battle.

The "he" that Huáng Quán Dìzǐ mentioned was clear to them. They had come to Zangshēn Gǔdì for this very reason, on a mission from the five forbidden zones.

Huáng Quán Dìzǐ said,"The east."

With that, he was the first to descend the mountain peak.

Wàng Chuān Dì Nǚ and Míng Tú Dìzǐ followed without delay, their movements mysterious and ghost-like.

In the eastern heavens, a sea of people crowded the area, with figures standing on every mountain peak. All eyes were lifted to the battles in the void, their shouts merging into waves.

Huáng Quán Dìzǐ and Míng Tú Dìzǐ weaved through the crowd, pushing aside one person after another, scrutinizing each face as if searching for someone.

Someone grumbled,"Are you out of your mind? Why are you shoving like that?"

Perhaps because their actions were too rough, they drew plenty of curses. The people of the heavens had a fierce spirit, and being interrupted while watching was enough to rile anyone up.

Huáng Quán Dìzǐ and Míng Tú Dìzǐ ignored the complaints, continuing their diligent search. It was fortunate they weren't distracted, or those cursing might have ended up paying for it.

Meanwhile, Wàng Chuān Dì Nǚ hovered in mid-air, her beautiful eyes scanning the crowd inch by inch.

On a western mountain peak, a figure cloaked in black robes watched the three with a strange, mocking smile. His features were hidden by a secret technique, revealing only a pair of eyes like black holes, reminiscent of a bloodline limit state with no visible pupils.

Indeed, he was the mysterious Shēnmi Shèng Tǐ, of the first type of ancient Shèng Tǐ. His concealment method was divinely crafted, revealing no trace of his aura or origin.

Clearly, the person Wàng Chuān Dì Nǚ and the others sought was him.

To this day, the three young emperors still didn't know the background of their target; they were merely following the forbidden zones' orders. If they knew he was also a Shèng Tǐ, their expressions would be quite something.

That night, they were destined not to find him, for in that instant, the mysterious Shēnmi Shèng Tǐ had shifted from the eastern heavens to the western mountain peak. Even Yè Chén hadn't noticed a thing.

Seeing the three still searching, the mysterious Shēnmi Shèng Tǐ's smile grew even more sinister.

His remark about them being ants encompassed everyone—from the spectators and the young emperors to Yè Chén and Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ still battling. None were worthy in his eyes.

Only then did he turn his gaze to the distant void, ignoring Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ and focusing solely on Yè Chén. Both were Shèng Tǐ, but of different kinds, and his origin was purer and more refined.

The mysterious Shēnmi Shèng Tǐ said with a playful tone,"Yè Chén, you're barely worth a look."

His smile was sinister and mocking, his black-hole eyes full of disdain. To the world, the Tenth Emperor of Dà Chǔ was an undefeated war god, but in his view, Yè Chén fell far short. After all, he was the true undefeated one at the same level, innately in a bloodline limit state, looking down even on young emperors.

Hm?

In the midst of battle, Yè Chén furrowed his brow slightly and glanced downward instinctively. His perceptive abilities were profound; how could he not sense someone secretly watching him?

Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ snorted coldly,"So careless? Underestimating this emperor's son?"

He charged forward in an instant, his divine light piercing Yè Chén's chest and creating a bloody hole. Being looked down upon had truly infuriated him.

Yè Chén said nothing, countering with a punch that sent Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ flying.

Then, he quickly scanned below, trying to find the one watching him.

Unfortunately, the other hid too well; even he couldn't locate them. But he was certain it was the mysterious Shēnmi Shèng Tǐ, lurking in this realm and secretly observing the fight.

Lián Yǔ Dìzǐ roared,"This emperor's son is angry now."

He was fighting, so why the distractions? Was there some unclothed beauty below?

In his rage, he activated a forbidden technique, his power surging as he attacked relentlessly.

Yè Chén finally withdrew his gaze and said nothing, soaring into the nine heavens. With a single palm strike, he covered the sky, his hand inscribed with seal scripts, its might capable of shattering the heavens and destroying the earth.