Chapter 2612: Understanding the Heavenly Book

Chapter 2612: Wu Zi Tian Shu

Within Yin Ming's palace, the atmosphere was majestic and solemn.

The hall was filled with figures, seated in two neat rows, including many elderly Xian Jun and Xian Zun. Most had their eyes closed as if asleep, appearing calm and composed, yet they occasionally opened their eyes to glance at Hao Miao Xian Zun, their gazes filled with anticipation.

Yin Ming was also present, seated on the dragon throne.

He was the most alert in the entire hall, his eyes fixed on Hao Miao Xian Zun, waiting for him to pinpoint Ye Chen's exact location. Everyone was waiting, and no one spoke; the room was utterly silent.

Hao Miao Xian Zun leaned on his dragon-headed staff, standing beneath the vast starry sky, his fingers constantly forming seals with profound divination powers, tracing Ye Chen's whereabouts.

To this point, he had not been able to calculate Ye Chen's position, simply because Ye Chen was extraordinary—a master of divination himself, whose skills were in no way inferior to his own. With his abilities, it was difficult to locate him.

After some time, a slight furrow appeared between his brows.

Then, his aged eyes grew even deeper. He had finally caught a trace of Ye Chen, but that trace carried an inexplicable aura.

"In my view, we should stop searching for Ye Chen. Let's just mobilize the Heavenly Court army and directly attack the lower realms, besieging Hua Shan."

The long silence in the hall was finally broken by Dao Mie Xian Zun's words.

"This plan is feasible," Tian Mie Xian Zun stroked his beard and said leisurely. "He is the future sect leader of Hua Shan. If Hua Shan is in danger, he will surely appear."

"Forcing him out is the best strategy," Xu Mie Xian Zun pondered, glancing at Hao Miao Xian Zun as he spoke. "What do you think, senior?"

Hao Miao Xian Zun remained silent, focused on his divination.

Yin Ming, however, took a deep breath and finally shifted his gaze from Hao Miao Xian Zun. If not for this great figure's arrival, the Heavenly Court's army would likely have already marched to the lower realms and taken Hua Shan by now.

"Pass my order: Surround and attack Hua Shan."

Yin Ming issued the command, his voice stern and icy, his face twisting into a ferocious expression, his eyes full of rage. Unable to capture Ye Chen, he would take it out on Hua Shan.

As soon as the order was given, the Xian Jun and Xian Zun in the hall rose together, having grown impatient with the wait. The sooner they resolved this, the better—they had no time to waste on Ye Chen.

"Ye Chen is in Bu Zhou Shan."

Before the powerful figures could leave the hall, Hao Miao Xian Zun spoke, having finally confirmed Ye Chen's location in that forbidden land, Bu Zhou Shan. He was absolutely certain.

At these words, all the Xian Zun raised their eyebrows.

"Are you certain, Xian Zun?"

"Certain."

"Excellent."

With this precise answer, Yin Ming's eyes instantly sparkled with brilliance, flashing with cold, murderous light, full of violence and bloodlust.

"No wonder we couldn't find him—he was hiding in Bu Zhou Shan."

"What great audacity."

"Now that we've confirmed his location, the plan to attack Hua Shan can be postponed."

The Xian Zun stroked their beards, all turning to Yin Ming. He was the ruler of the Heavenly Court, so whether to attack Hua Shan or Bu Zhou Shan depended on his word.

"Surround Bu Zhou Shan."

Yin Ming let out a sinister laugh, abruptly rising from the dragon throne and donning his golden armor. His killing intent was ice-cold, and his murderous aura surged—he was clearly preparing to lead the expedition himself.

His command was highly effective.

The imperial decree was transmitted via sound stones, spreading across the four seas and eight wildernesses. The heavenly generals who had been searching for Ye Chen outside all received the message.

Soon, booming sounds echoed through the heavens and earth as the heavenly soldiers and generals gathered in massive numbers, like streams converging from all directions toward Bu Zhou Shan. Their momentum was overwhelming, their combined aura shaking the very fabric of the universe.

"Such a huge commotion—have they found Ye Chen?"

In the dense crowd, Shura Tian Zun stroked his chin, still disguised as a heavenly soldier, having blended in undetected all along.

"This level of mobilization from the Heavenly Court must be for that boy," Tai Yi murmured.

"It's heading toward Bu Zhou Shan—is he still there?" Tai Bai frowned.

The Tian Zun said nothing and followed the tide of figures. Whether it was Ye Chen or not, they had to go and see. If it was him, they would need to help.

Deep in Bu Zhou Shan, Ye Chen gripped his iron staff and had emerged from the mountain crevice, delivering a thorough beating to the Xuan Di shadow. It was incredibly satisfying.

You could say that, after all, it was the shadow of an emperor—how unbecoming to be so noisy and disorderly. This was clearly a problem that needed fixing. No need for spiritual pills or elixirs; a few whacks with the staff would set it straight.

If Ming Di were here, he would probably give Ye Chen a sideways glance. Aren't you the reincarnation of an emperor yourself? Don't you often do shameless things?

"Yu Di's previous life was actually a Tian Mo Di." Ye Chen sighed all the way, hardly daring to believe it if not for the Xuan Di shadow's revelation.

Now that he knew this secret, he was both puzzled and curious. Puzzled as to why Dao Zu had singled out Yu Di to strip away his Tian Mo bloodline and memories, and curious whether Yin Ming and Yin Yang had also been tainted by Tian Mo energy.

As he spoke, he crossed a blood river.

The universe continued to shift, but his Zhou Tian evolution adapted in real time, keeping pace with the changes and locking onto the way out.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Bu Zhou Shan was unrestful, with booming sounds rising one after another, accompanied by pitiful wails. These did not come from the Xuan Di shadow but from the treasure seekers, many of whom had met with disaster, or perhaps were fighting over treasures.

Speaking of the Xuan Di shadow, Ye Chen glanced back more than once toward the mountain crevice. After being out for so long, he hadn't heard that thing howling again.

Woo woo woo!

Suddenly, fierce winds howled, carrying wails, evil thoughts, and malice. If you listened closely, you could sense a hint of sorrow.

Ye Chen sighed and scanned his surroundings.

This ancient battlefield had buried countless heroic souls of the ancient Heavenly Court. Both Tian Mo and the first-generation Sheng Ti had fought here, and even mighty emperors had turned to dust. That war must have been unimaginably brutal for the ancient Heavenly Court.

After retracting his gaze, he continued on his way.

This trip to Bu Zhou Shan had not been in vain; his gains were substantial. He had obtained the Ming Jing Xian Eye, the Feng Huang Xian Flower, and the Wu Zi Tian Shu.

Once again, it proved that hardship and opportunity coexist, and the saying "fortune favors the bold" had been verified time and again as truth.

"The treasure that Ren Wang mentioned is probably this."

Ye Chen took out the Wu Zi Tian Shu and gently flipped it open. Invisible Dao essence rushed toward him. Something so valued by Ren Wang had to be a Tian Shu.

Yet again, his mind sank into it.

The Wu Zi Tian Shu held immense creation power, like an supreme force that could captivate the heart and soul with just a glance, drawing one in unconsciously.

The reincarnated Ji Ning Shuang was the perfect example—immersed in the Wu Zi Tian Shu, she had turned the entire Dong Shen Yao Chi into a den of bookworms.

Perhaps it was the Wu Zi Tian Shu that allowed her Dao of All Things to evolve, surpassing the emperor's heir level and achieving the fame of a youthful emperor.

A gentle breeze blew, stirring Ye Chen's black hair, but it could not disturb his focused mind.

This great emperor of Chu had become quite the scholar, holding the Wu Zi Tian Shu in his hands, head bowed in concentration, reading as he walked.

He had turned into a bookworm, completely absorbed, not even watching where he was going, stumbling over who knows how many falls and crashing into countless rock walls.

The Wu Zi Tian Shu was incredibly profound; each time he viewed it, new insights emerged. You could see from his brows—sometimes relaxed, sometimes furrowed—that the Dao within the book held endless variations.

As he walked, his body became strangely ethereal: one step, and it turned illusory; the next, it solidified again, like a ghost.

Even stranger, wherever he passed, many withered trees sprouted new buds, only for them to wither again after he left, cycling through life and death.

In the misty haze, he seemed like a wanderer, crossing blood rivers and traversing mountain forests, pausing occasionally in the valleys, his clothes untouched by dust.

"That person is quite strange," treasure seekers passing by all furrowed their brows at the sight, recognizing the extraordinary nature of the Wu Zi Tian Shu and harboring thoughts of robbery. But they suppressed them—after all, anyone who entered Bu Zhou Shan was no ordinary foe.

Soon, he reached that dark forest. Ye Chen walked lightly through it, surrounded by profound Dao principles and faint heavenly sounds that intertwined with the echoes of the Dao scriptures.

Looking at his eyes, they were filled with even more enlightenment; his comprehension of the Dao had advanced further, and his cultivation at quasi-emperor level two was showing signs of loosening.

If anyone familiar with him were here, they would be shocked—this little stone was too heaven-defying.

Or rather, his Dao was heaven-defying. Advancing through the Dao far surpassed spiritual elixirs, and as the reincarnated one with memories, he was like a divine cheat. Often, he ignored cultivation barriers; as long as his Dao comprehension was deep enough, breaking through was no issue.

"That guy, does he still have the wheel of reincarnation?" In the void, a voice seemed to echo.

The speaker was the Xuan Di shadow, manifesting again from the mountain depths, squinting as if he could see through countless mountains to Ye Chen's back. Clearly just one person, yet he had nine shadows, each a reincarnation.

"Good boy, your previous life was even more domineering than Xuan Di!"

The Xuan Di shadow sighed in amazement, having glimpsed some clues and feeling even more shocked.

Ye Chen was unaware of being watched. Hugging the Wu Zi Tian Shu, he stepped over a field of rubble and passed through another forest, finally reaching the exit of Bu Zhou Shan.

Ah!

The Xuan Di shadow howled again, his piercing wail like ancient thunder, overwhelmingly powerful, jolting Ye Chen out of his enlightenment.

Ye Chen steadied himself, his eyes darting cleverly in all directions.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he put away the Wu Zi Tian Shu and turned back, walking step by step toward Bu Zhou Shan. His pace quickened as he went; quickening turned to a jog; jogging became a full sprint—and just like that, the one who had left Bu Zhou Shan dashed right back in.

It wasn't for no reason—tonight, outside Bu Zhou Shan was unusually lively. Glancing up, the area was packed with people, a vast black mass of the Heavenly Court's army, formed into orderly ranks like a dark carpet spreading across the vast land, numbering in the tens of millions.

Faced with such a force, it would be odd if he didn't run. The Heavenly Court wasn't here for a sightseeing tour—they were here to capture someone.

And that someone was him.

Thankfully, the Xuan Di shadow's howl had come just in time, snapping him out of his trance. Otherwise, he might have walked straight into the Heavenly Court's ranks and not even known how he died.