Chapter 2613: Secluded Immortal Robe

Crack! Crack!

Inside the mountain crevice, the sounds echoed rhythmically.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Ye Chen, happily munching on a handful of sugar beans—or rather, Dan Yao. As the Dan Saint of Da Chu, he had an endless supply of these pills.

He had taken a beating and needed to heal.

As for the Xuan Di phantom, he was still staring intently at Ye Chen, examining him from head to toe, with particular interest in his lower body. If that little girl Mu Zi Jin kicked him there, it would definitely hurt a lot, a kind of pain that would surely elicit a powerful scream, which would be quite satisfying to hear.

"Stop staring and give me the Shenbing."

The Xuan Di phantom looked annoyed and casually waved his hand, sending a black robe flying out, which then hovered in front of Ye Chen.

"This is... a Shenbing?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, picking up the black robe and inspecting it up and down.

"This is the Bi Shi Xian Pao. Wear it, and the evil spirits won't attack you. Also, outsiders won't be able to see you, but only within Buzhou Shan."

"Why didn't you bring out something this good earlier?"

"Get lost." The Xuan Di phantom shoved Ye Chen, even adding a kick for good measure.

Ye Chen didn't mind. He had already put on the black robe and could feel its wonders. It was infused with evil thoughts and resentment, making him indistinguishable from the evil spirits. There was also a mysterious force within it that concealed his true form and aura.

"Not bad."

Ye Chen grinned, popping more Dan Yao as he stepped out of the mountain crevice, striding confidently.

He headed towards a dangerous area where evil spirits were abundant. Just as the Xuan Di phantom had said, the evil spirits didn't attack him; instead, they treated him as one of their own. Although, their gazes at him were a bit strange, probably because he looked too normal.

He stopped in front of a pool of blood, where an immortal was digging away, seemingly searching for something, perhaps a treasure.

Ye Chen stepped forward and gave him a solid kick.

"Who the hell kicked me?" The immortal scrambled up and frantically scanned his surroundings. Ye Chen was right in front of him, but he couldn't see a thing.

Ye Chen chuckled, his joy evident, and then he vanished from sight. Since the evil spirits wouldn't attack him and outsiders couldn't see him, he was ready to have some fun.

"Anyone who kills Ye Chen will be instantly granted a royal title."

Such roars still echoed throughout Buzhou Shan, coming from all directions. Many Xianjun and Xianzun had entered and were conducting a thorough search.

Meanwhile, outside the mountain, the Tian Ting army was on high alert, ready to strike the moment Ye Chen emerged.

Yet, Yin Ming wasn't satisfied. He continued to mobilize more troops, determined not to stop until Ye Chen was dead.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

Shura Tianzun clicked his tongue again, looking at the vast sea of figures that stretched endlessly. With such a massive army blocking the way, not even a fly could escape.

If Buzhou Shan was a forbidden ground, then the area outside was a death trap; entering meant you would never leave alive.

"I say, maybe we should just leave," Taiyi coughed from inside the bronze furnace, stunned by the Tian Ting forces. If their cover was blown, they would die in the most miserable way.

"Agreed." Si Ming and Tai Bai chuckled nervously. With the Tian Ting army gathered here, it was the perfect time to slip away to the lower realms. This upper realm was just too terrifying.

Shura Tianzun ignored them, confident in his concealment techniques. They had been here for so long without anyone recognizing them, which was proof enough. The most dangerous place was often the safest, and besides, Ye Chen was still inside.

Speaking of Ye Chen, he had already found a cliffside and was standing there steadily, overlooking the area below.

From his vantage point, he could clearly see figures holding divine mirrors, searching methodically. Not a single Quasi-Emperor at the eighth heaven level—every one was at the peak.

That wasn't the worst part; it was the sheer numbers. Wave after wave entered, totaling several hundred thousand, not counting those outside.

It was no wonder, since the ruler of Tian Ting thought so highly of him. If this weren't Buzhou Shan, those millions of troops outside would have charged in already.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Buzhou Shan remained chaotic, filled with rumbling noises accompanied by screams.

This was a forbidden ground full of pitfalls; one wrong step could lead into a danger zone, or you might trigger some terrifying restriction.

Such incidents were all too common, and even Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh. Some of those Xianjun clearly weren't the sharpest.

Pulling his gaze from below, Ye Chen glanced back and spotted someone approaching the cliff—a man holding an immortal sword that gleamed coldly, clad in heavy armor that made his movements cumbersome.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Zi Yang Xianjun. He had shouted too loudly earlier and got kicked by Yin Ming, now trembling with fear.

As Zi Yang Xianjun reached the cliff's edge and peered down,

A chill suddenly ran down his spine. Before he knew it, his head was gone. As it fell, his eyes were still wide open, and he could see his headless body standing at the edge.

The attacker was, of course, Ye Chen—a swift and clean strike that beheaded Zi Yang Xianjun and destroyed his physical form in an instant.

Poor Zi Yang Xianjun died without even understanding what happened, let alone who killed him. It was an utterly frustrating end.

"Who?"

Shouts erupted as Tian Ting experts from all sides converged. An Xianjun had died in such a bizarre way, and no one had seen the assailant.

Ye Chen sneered and vanished like a ghost, descending to the cliff below. He targeted another Xianjun and slashed out with his sword, sending another head rolling.

"Who?"

The Tian Ting experts shuddered, still unable to see anyone, yet another living Xianjun lay dismembered, his Yuan Shen extinguished.

Not far away, an Xianzun arrived, activating his immortal eyes and narrowing them to scan the surroundings. An Xianjun's death wasn't the issue; the question was, who killed him? There were no evil spirits here!

Unfortunately, even with his immortal eyes, he found no clues.

"Impressive."

Ye Chen's laugh was laced with amusement as he glanced at the black robe he wore—it grew more delightful by the second. Pity it only worked inside Buzhou Shan. If it worked outside, he'd drag Yin Ming away and torture him mercilessly.

To Ye Chen, the Tian Ting experts now seemed to glow with a brilliant light, like walking treasures. With the Bi Shi Xian Pao on his side, not only could he kill, but he could also rob them blind. They were all mobile vaults.

Without hesitation, he struck. An Xianjun nearby, gripping a divine knife in one hand and a divine mirror in the other, was on high alert, scanning the area.

Ye Chen moved in a flash, channeling a forbidden law with one finger to seal the Xianjun, then reached into his inner world, seizing all his treasures and destroying his Yuan Shen in one fluid motion. The whole sequence was seamless.

"Who?"

A third Xianjun fell, and the Tian Ting experts searching nearby, including the Xianzun, turned pale. Was this a ghost? Even a ghost should show itself for a moment!

But nothing appeared. The three Xianjun had died in rapid succession, without any warning, and the surroundings remained utterly unchanged.

In that instant, the Tian Ting experts here went ashen, gripping their weapons tightly as they spun in place, eyes fixed on every direction, terrified that they might be next.

An invisible threat was the most frightening of all.

Death wasn't the worst; waiting for it was torture. No one knew who would die next—it could be the Xianjun beside them or themselves.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Before their eyes, Xianjun after Xianjun dropped dead—some with their Yuan Shen destroyed, others beheaded, and still others pierced through the forehead.

In just over a dozen breaths, more than ten Xianjun lay in pools of blood, their deaths gruesome, without even a scream. The crimson blood stained the entire landscape.

"Ghosts!"

Whether from terror or something else, the surviving Xianjun turned and fled, their cry of "Ghosts!" making Ye Chen want to laugh. They were immortals, lofty Xianjun, yet afraid of ghosts?

Not just them—the Xianzun was scared too, retreating like a startled bird.

This place was too eerie, as if inhabited by a grim reaper, an invisible one wielding a scythe to harvest lives.