Chapter 2616: Can You See It?

Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, the illusory shadow of Xuan Di took a deep breath, overcome by an urge to curse and even to fight, wanting to drag the person named Ye Chen home and stew him.

On the other side, Ye Chen had already stood up, drawn the sword from the rock, and twisted his neck vigorously, ready to continue his robbery.

In an instant, he vanished.

Screams soon echoed from one direction, with bodies scattered haphazardly. The treasures from their small worlds were stripped clean, even the jade pendants on their waists taken, leaving only their clothes.

After he left, evil spirits crawled out from the ground one by one, surrounding the corpses and devouring them ferociously. Just watching was enough to turn one's stomach.

The slaughter continued, blood staining the heavens and earth.

Outside the mountain, night fell again.

Glancing around, the heavenly generals stood ramrod straight, their eyes sharp as torches, while the heavenly soldiers shivered, for the wind blowing from Buzhou Shan was bitingly cold, piercing their primordial spirits with pain.

Beyond that, wails of fierce ghosts filled the air, shrill and eerie, carrying a magical power that disrupted minds and left faces pale and bloodless.

"Already two days, and still not caught?"

"Buzhou Shan isn't too big, but it's not small either—it's not that easy to find. It's a forbidden ground, full of traps and perils everywhere."

"The Heavenly Court must have suffered heavy losses."

The heavenly soldiers whispered among themselves, occasionally glancing at Yin Ming, hoping for an order to retreat. The place was too ominous; they couldn't endure it.

Looking at Yin Ming, he gripped his killing sword and stood at the end of the jade carriage. Perhaps from shouting himself hoarse, he no longer roared, but his ferocious face grew even more terrifying.

Hundreds of thousands of troops! The weakest were at Quasi Emperor eighth level. Wave after wave entered, vanishing like stones in the sea, with only screams echoing, and no one emerging—let alone capturing Ye Chen.

"I'm embarrassed for that guy." Shura Tian Zun yawned, still pondering how to eliminate Yin Ming, but his guards were too formidable, with dozens of Xian Zun, making it impossible to approach.

"Hao Miao Xian Zun?" In the copper furnace, Si Ming exclaimed in surprise, peering over the rim toward the distance, his tone full of astonishment. "He's still alive."

"Another ash-level one." Tai Yi clicked his tongue.

"The Heavenly Court has hidden dragons and crouching tigers—those old fellows who sealed themselves, none of them are pushovers." Tai Bai clasped his hands behind his back, sighing endlessly.

Tian Zun said nothing, his eyes narrowed slightly. He had never seen Hao Miao Xian Zun but recognized his aura.

Earlier, it was Hao Miao Xian Zun who used divination to spy on them. They were surrounded in the wild forest and then pursued relentlessly; that one was the main culprit. His divination skills were exquisite, using a divine tablet to locate them precisely. He might not excel in combat, but at divination, he was unmatched.

Hao Miao Xian Zun descended and headed straight for Yin Ming's jade carriage.

His expression was darkly forbidding. Before arriving, he had warned Yin Ming to surround Buzhou Shan but not attack, yet the Heavenly Court's ruler had not only ignored the warning but also sent hundreds of thousands inside—and could they even escape?

"Kill Ye Chen at all costs."

"Don't send anyone else in." Hao Miao Xian Zun snorted coldly and soared upward, sitting cross-legged on a misty cloud, then closed his eyes and pressed his palms together.

It appeared he had entered Buzhou Shan before and knew its horrors. The heavens and earth there were ever-changing; the more people entered, the more violently they shifted.

In such a strange place, going in might mean never coming out.

Yin Ming clenched his fists with cracking sounds, his already twisted face contorting further, but he obeyed—Hao Miao Xian Zun's seniority was too high.

Ah!

The screams from the mountain grew even more piercing, stirring panic in hearts. The blood mist thickened, crimson and glaring, shrouding all of Buzhou Shan.

Along a long river, Ye Chen waded through the water, his killing sword still dripping blood. He had just slain a Xian Zun, which took considerable effort, but the rewards were bountiful; that one was far wealthier than the Xian Jun.

Because of him, Buzhou Shan gained many more wandering ghosts and wild spirits, merging with evil thoughts to become evil spirits, losing all former intelligence and knowing only to devour the living.

Woo woo woo!

The wind howled, icy and piercing, carrying the wails of fierce ghosts. The heavenly soldiers outside shivered, and the Xian Jun and Xian Zun in the mountain trembled at the sound.

This night felt endlessly long. For the Heavenly Court experts in Buzhou Shan, it was sheer torment. Since entering, they hadn't glimpsed Ye Chen; instead, one Quasi Emperor after another fell. They wanted to leave but couldn't find the way, walking in constant fear.

In the east, a hint of red dawn emerged.

Bathing in the warm sunlight again, the heavenly soldiers and generals felt a surge of warmth.

They had waited through the night, and Hao Miao Xian Zun had meditated through it, evolving the heavens and earth of Buzhou Shan, a time-consuming task. He only wished to carve a path for the trapped experts to escape. As for divining Ye Chen, his cultivation fell short, or rather, Buzhou Shan harbored a mysterious force blocking his calculations.

Snap! Snap!

In contrast, Ye Chen was quite relaxed. He found another smooth stone, holding a wine pot in one hand and popping pills into his mouth with the other.

After three days of killing, he hadn't sustained any new injuries; instead, his previous wounds were steadily healing.

Hmm?

He was drinking when he suddenly spotted several figures entering the mountain forest.

The leader was Dao Mie Xian Zun, followed by three Xian Jun. They stuck close, afraid of losing him. With a powerful Xian Zun at their side, they felt safer.

Ye Chen smiled and stuffed the remaining pills into his mouth, tucked away the wine pot, pulled the killing sword from the rock, and strolled over.

Buzhou Shan was vast, and Dao Mie Xian Zun was searching for him, just as he was searching for Dao Mie Xian Zun. He had looked for two days without success, and unexpectedly met them here. Since they crossed paths, he wouldn't let them go.

Dao Mie Xian Zun held a divine mirror, walking and scanning vigilantly. That ghost had the power to kill Ji Mie Xian Zun, so it could kill him too.

Yet, even with the divine mirror and keen vigilance, he didn't detect Ye Chen's approach. In terms of perception, he was far inferior to Ji Mie Xian Zun, let alone the three Xian Jun behind him.

In that instant, the four stopped together and turned toward Ye Chen's direction. They stared for a second, exchanged glances, then looked back at Ye Chen, all raising their eyebrows in shock, their expressions stunned as they processed it.

Out of nowhere, a person had appeared, without any warning—and that person was Ye Chen, sword in hand, walking toward them.

Ye Chen was also startled. They were all looking this way; had they discovered him?

"Kill, regardless of life or death."

Dao Mie Xian Zun suddenly shouted and struck first, like a phantom, instantly closing in. A finger of divine light shattered everything, thrusting toward Ye Chen's brow.

Ye Chen's face changed dramatically; he was caught off guard. Dao Mie Xian Zun's attack was so precise—he could clearly see him!

In a flash, he retreated swiftly, dodging the lethal blow, with no time to ponder the World-Avoiding Immortal Robe.

Why had it failed? At least give some warning! Walking out so boldly and getting ambushed like this was embarrassing.

"Seal!"

The three great Xian Jun attacked from three sides, each casting forbidden spells to hold Ye Chen and buy Dao Mie Xian Zun time for the kill.

"Break!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly and shattered the seals in an instant.

At that moment, Dao Mie Xian Zun arrived again, a Yuan Shen sword slashing and severely wounding his primordial spirit. Before he could steady himself, the three Xian Jun struck: one knife made him stagger, one sword made him spew blood, and one palm crushed his body. The scene was gruesomely bloody.

"Get lost."

Ye Chen snorted coldly, drew the Dinghai Shenzhen, and swept with a stick, sending the three Xian Jun flying. With a flip of his hand, he repelled Dao Mie Xian Zun.

Then, he turned and fled.

"Where are you going?" Dao Mie Xian Zun roared, like a divine rainbow shadowing him, pursuing while sending messages in all directions to summon more experts.

Due to his call, figures converged from everywhere, filling the mountains and fields.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Buzhou Shan erupted in chaos, with continuous rumbles as mountain peaks collapsed one after another, the commotion massive and the crowd vast.

Why such a stir? It was because they had found Ye Chen—or more accurately, he had run out himself, appearing abruptly, sword in hand and swaggering, straight into Dao Mie Xian Zun's path.

"Xuan Di, you bastard."

In the depths, Ye Chen cursed as he dragged his blood-soaked body, fleeing relentlessly. He had been surrounded multiple times and barely fought his way out, his body riddled with gashes from Heavenly Court experts and evil spirits.

For some reason, the World-Avoiding Immortal Robe's power had failed; everyone could see him now, and even the evil spirits attacked viciously.

So, Xuan Di's illusory shadow must have withheld something.

This so-called World-Avoiding Immortal Robe definitely had a time limit. A limit wasn't the issue, but you should have told me! If I'd known, I wouldn't have foolishly walked out for trouble.

"Kill Ye Chen and be enfeoffed as king on the spot."

The Xian Zun's roar echoed through the heavens and earth, with people swarming the mountains and fields. After three days of searching, they had finally found Ye Chen, and their pent-up fury exploded.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

More mountains crumbled as Ye Chen charged ahead, fleeing in panic and plunging into various danger zones, stirring up hordes of evil spirits. Several times, he nearly met his end, almost swallowed by the evil spirits.

From the sky, looking down, a dark tide of people submerged the land inch by inch.

Compared to them, Ye Chen's small figure was like a single grain in a vast barn, his bloodied form strikingly conspicuous.

The rumbles faded, though no one knew when.

The Heavenly Court experts halted collectively, more than half feeling an impulse to spit blood.

It wasn't for nothing; as they chased, Ye Chen vanished again. They had finally caught sight of him, only for him to slip away once more.

Back in that mountain crevice, Ye Chen gripped the blood-stained iron rod, one hand clutching his waist, the other propping on the rod, limping inside. Behind him trailed footprints, fresh blood flowing unchecked over his body, unable to stop, his form no longer human, covered in gore, more terrifying than the evil spirits.

He couldn't fight his way out, but he was nearing death. Surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Quasi Emperors, even a Sheng Zun would likely fall.

Clang!

Before the rock wall, he thrust the Dinghai Shenzhen into the ground and said nothing, acting as if nothing had happened, but with an air of dominance, he lifted his clothes and once again exposed himself, spraying at the wall.

You old hag, what you gave me was a World-Avoiding Immortal Robe? It's a pirated version! It always fails at critical moments. If it has a limit, say it earlier! If not for me running fast, I'd probably be drinking Meng Po soup by now.