Chapter 2638: Three-Eyed Blood Wheel

Seeing the white-clothed elder fall, the Tian Ting experts all activated their domain gates. Even the Xian Zun with tenfold combat power were no match for Ye Chen. If they didn't flee now, they never would.

"You all can't escape," Ye Chen said indifferently. He stomped fiercely on the void, sending out a layer of dark black halo that spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, space collapsed and the universe fell into chaos. The Tian Ting experts trying to escape through the domain gates were all blocked and plummeted from the sky.

Zheng!

Ye Chen had already drawn his bow and nocked an arrow, firing arrows infused with emperor's aura like beams of divine light, each carrying destructive power as they targeted the enemies one by one.

Pu! Pu! Pu!

Blood sprayed everywhere as the Tian Ting experts were repeatedly wounded, pierced through one after another, exploding into ash in the void and becoming souls on the road to the underworld.

Only then did the heavens and earth fall silent. Hundreds of Tian Ting experts and over a hundred Tian Ting assassins had all been exterminated without exception. Blood mist lingered in the air, adding a touch of crimson to the already dim starlight and moonlight.

Ye Chen staggered slightly and coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, his face growing paler. The battles themselves weren't the main issue; the root of his injuries came from the invisible backlash of his earlier divination. It had wounded him severely, and on top of that, he had forcibly withstood the rebound while slaying the ambusher, only to worsen his condition further. After several fights, his injuries had grown even heavier. Without the support of the emperor's aura, he might have damaged his very foundation.

Though he was in a sorry state, his achievements were impressive. He had wiped out many Tian Ting powerhouses and even obtained a Liu Dao Xue Lun Yan, making for a substantial gain.

Speaking of the Liu Dao Xue Lun Yan, he gently waved his hand, and the eye floated in his palm, still dripping with fresh blood. He had erased its outer form, leaving only the illusory pupil, which was the essence of the Xue Lun Yan.

At that moment, his expression was peculiar.

This was the third Xue Lun Yan he had encountered. The first had been with Han Jiang Di Zi, which he seized during a great battle in the past and fused into Ye Fan's eyes. The second was with Lu Tian Di Zi, which he also took and used as nourishment for the Wheel of Reincarnation Eye. The one in his hand now was the third.

The Xue Lun Yan of Han Jiang and Lu Tian were a pair, without a doubt. The Xue Lun Yan of Han Jiang and the white-clothed elder were also a pair, equally certain. Therefore, the Xue Lun Yan of Lu Tian and the white-clothed elder must be a pair as well.

Three Xue Lun Yan wasn't extraordinary in itself, but what was remarkable was that they shared an identical essence, meaning all three eyes originated from the same person. This was a concept that upended common understanding—something unheard of.

"That poor soul is even more unfortunate than I imagined!" Ye Chen sighed after a long while. He had thought only two eyes had been taken, but it turned out to be three. To possess three Liu Dao Xue Lun Yan at once was incredibly heaven-defying, yet fate had been so cruel, with all three eyes stolen. It wasn't just unfortunate; it was utterly disastrous.

On the flip side, it was precisely that person's misfortune that had benefited him. Whether it was Han Jiang, Lu Tian, or the white-clothed elder, they had all served as stepping stones for him. Though they had seized others' Liu Dao Xue Lun Yan, they couldn't escape the same fate themselves. One eye had empowered Ye Fan, another had replenished the Wheel of Reincarnation Eye's power, and the third was now in his possession.

The ways of the world are unpredictable; destiny plays a crucial role.

Without further thought, he immediately fused the Xue Lun Yan essence into his right eye and slowly closed his eyelids, allowing it to adapt and merge with his pupil.

In a hazy vision, he seemed to glimpse fragments of a broken scene: a dim world with flashing lightning and thunder, and four vague figures—Han Jiang, Lu Tian, and the white-clothed elder from earlier.

As for the fourth figure, its face was indistinct, but it had three eyes, each a Xue Lun Yan, and its form was extremely wretched. It was likely that poor soul.

The fragmented scene vanished in an instant, possibly a remnant vision from the Xue Lun Yan, triggered by his connection to the heavens due to some twist of fate.

This also confirmed his guess: in the history of the realms, there had indeed been such a heaven-defying talent who awakened three Liu Dao Xue Lun Yan. If this were revealed, no one would believe it.

When he opened his eyes again, a tangible divine light shot from his pupils. Looking at his own eyes, he saw an additional Xue Lun imprint on his pupil, with a mysterious power hidden within its essence.

Unfortunately, he wasn't as monstrous as Ye Fan. Back when he fused the Xue Lun Yan into Ye Fan, it instantly unlocked the Xue Lun Heavenly Illumination, and as Ye Fan's father, he had even been hit by it, leaving him utterly embarrassed.

Glancing around, he then summoned his domain gate.

Bathed in starlight, he entered that underground chamber once more.

Through the stone gate, he could vaguely see Jiang Tai Gong still deep in slumber. Several calls went unanswered, as if he had fallen into self-seclusion.

Ye Chen shook his head silently and turned to leave.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

In the dark night, the sounds of battle still echoed loudly. Although the wars across the Scattered Immortal Realm had long ceased, the fighting around Hua Shan remained fierce.

The Hua Shan allied forces attacked from all sides, but Tian Ting's reinforcements kept arriving endlessly. As a prosperous dynasty, Tian Ting's foundations were profound. Even without aid from other factions, they held the upper hand.

Kill!

War!

With reinforcements arriving, the morale of the heavenly soldiers and generals soared, while the Hua Shan troops were equally filled with fighting spirit, holding the city walls steadfastly without yielding an inch.

The shattered walls were soaked in fresh blood.

The battle was brutal, with heavenly soldiers and generals charging the walls repeatedly, only to be repelled each time. This clash between the upper and lower realms was incredibly hard to decide.

The fighting continued for a full day and night.

By the time night fell on the second day, the flames of war still burned. On the bloodstained walls, lives were as cheap as grass, with entire groups perishing.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous crash, a section of the wall was breached, and heavenly soldiers and generals surged in like a tide, their killing intent rolling like waves.

"Block them!"

Hua Shan's Sixth Hall Master roared, charging ahead with his battle halberd and leading the Hua Shan troops to seal the breach tightly, refusing to give up any ground. The Tian Ting soldiers advanced like a unstoppable force, but the Hua Shan defenders had gone berserk, making every step forward cost them dearly.

However, there were too many heavenly soldiers and generals, like a flood bursting through a dam, impossible to hold back. One after another, vibrant blood-colored figures were swallowed by the Tian Ting army, with countless people self-detonating to slow their advance.

"A cornered beast's struggle."

Two Tian Ting Xian Zun charged in. One sword struck Hua Shan's Sixth Hall Master flying, and before he could steady himself, the second Xian Zun arrived, thrusting a finger of divine light straight at his origin soul.

Pu!

The Sixth Hall Master spat blood and fell from the void.

"Die!"

The Xian Zun snorted coldly, sending a palm crashing down from the sky.

War!

The Sixth Hall Master howled, dragging his blood-drenched body to lunge into the void. His aura was wildly violent, clearly intent on self-detonating to take the Xian Zun with him.

But before he could charge, someone pulled him back from behind, also dispelling the rampant energy in his body and stopping the detonation.

Under his gaze, a slightly slender figure stood before him—it was Ye Chen, the future master of Hua Shan.

Buzz!

A hum sounded as an iron staff rose to the heavens, smashing through the descending palm and sending that Xian Zun flying out with it.

"Ye Chen?" the other Xian Zun exclaimed in shock.

"Since you know it's me, go back where you came from," Ye Chen said indifferently, swinging his staff and sending the Tian Ting elder flying from Hua Shan's territory, straight out beyond the city walls. In his flight, countless heavenly soldiers and generals were knocked skyward.

"Suppress him!"

The Xian Zun who had been struck earlier returned through the air, using a divine secret technique to manifest an eight-thousand-zhang mountain engraved with seals, smashing it down from above.

Buzz!

Ye Chen swung his staff again.

This strike was even more powerful than before, piercing straight through the illusory mountain from base to peak, shattering the entire peak with a boom.

Pu!

The Xian Zun vomited blood and flipped backward again. Before he could regain his footing, an arrow infused with emperor's aura pierced him, sending him to the underworld.

With two Tian Ting Xian Zun defeated—one killed and one driven out—the invading heavenly soldiers and generals saw their morale plummet instantly, no longer as ferocious. Their hands gripping their weapons trembled.

Ten Thousand Swords as One!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, unleashing a group attack immortal technique. Standing alone at the breach, billions of sword shadows rang out, so numerous they made one's scalp tingle. Everywhere they passed, it was like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, exterminating countless heavenly soldiers and generals.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

The heavenly generals shouted, issuing the withdrawal order.

With Ye Chen blocking the way, who could get past? They still remembered the Tian Ting encirclement, where millions of troops couldn't take him down, let alone them now. One man guarding the pass was enough to hold back ten thousand—exactly as with Ye Chen.

They retreated. The heavenly soldiers and generals fled like the ebbing tide, discarding helmets and armor as they escaped without daring to look back.

"Divine Son is unstoppable!"

Seeing the Tian Ting forces withdraw, the Hua Shan troops were ecstatic, raising their weapons and roaring hysterically, their battle blood burning like fire. With this war god blocking the way, who could breach this stronghold?

"Quickly repair the walls," Ye Chen said, placing his hand on the Sixth Hall Master's shoulder to dispel the killing intent within him and channeling pure energy to replenish his strength.

"Thank you, Divine Son," the Sixth Hall Master said with a smile.

Ye Chen smiled back and stepped onto the city wall.

The soldiers looked at him with eyes full of awe. The future master of Hua Shan was no ordinary figure—he had kidnapped countless leaders and plundered numerous faction heads. Without him, the surrounding forces and races wouldn't have withdrawn so easily.

In truth, without Ye Chen stirring up trouble in the shadows, the Hua Shan walls would likely have fallen already. Tian Ting alone was hard enough to handle, let alone the others.

Such disruption wasn't something just anyone could pull off—it required heaven-defying combat power and audacity. Who else but Ye Chen could dare raid enemy strongholds single-handedly?

Though one person might seem insignificant, his impact was enormous. In this battle alone, he was worth more than a million troops—perhaps even greater.

Ye Chen stood tall like an unbreakable monument, his blood robe fluttering as he gazed quietly into the distant void. It was as if he could see through the endless haze to Yin Yang standing on the cloud platform—that was the commander of the three armies.

Yin Yang was watching him too, and like Ye Chen, his expression was calmer than expected. As their eyes met, neither spoke.

They had said long ago that they would meet on the battlefield, and it had come sooner than anticipated. One was Tian Ting's third prince, the other Hua Shan's future master. In their silent gaze lay unspoken words.

"Do you think the Divine Son will charge over?"

"In the upper realms before, millions of heavenly soldiers and generals couldn't stop him. He has the power to take a general's head amid a million troops."

"If he does, that would be incredible."

The Hua Shan soldiers whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with hope, eager for Ye Chen to create another legend by slaying Yin Yang.

They harbored such thoughts, and so did the opposing heavenly soldiers and generals. Ye Chen's reputation shook the heavens—if he attacked, it wouldn't be surprising, given the bloody examples from before.