Chapter 2668: Mysterious Creation

At the summit of Da Chu Tian Xuan Men, Ren Wang stood with his hands behind his back, tilting his head upward and gazing at the vast sky. He had been standing there motionless for three full days, not uttering a single word, as still as a statue.

The group of Zhun Di were all present as well.

It was quite something—these old fellows always gathered together, whether they had business or not. The single ones showed up, and even the married ones came along. One couldn't help but wonder, on a night like this with the moon so bright, shouldn't they be doing something more meaningful?

Now, they were clustered together again. Ren Wang was staring at the sky, and so were they, though not with the same intensity. They'd glance at the heavens for a moment, then sneak a peek at Ren Wang. A few of the more mischievous ones even seemed tempted to step forward and give him a kick.

"Keep staring, why don't you? You've been at it for three days and nights—would it kill you to say something?"

"Old man, I've got a string of curses I don't know whether to let loose." Di Lao gripped his pipe, puffing away thoughtfully amid the swirling smoke, as if he were deep in some profound cultivation. His words carried a tone of earnest gravity.

"If you can handle it with your fists, better not waste breath on words." Tian Lao blew on his iron staff.

"Don't cause trouble; we're civilized folks."

"At first glance, that sounds perfectly reasonable."

Tian Lao and Di Lao bantered back and forth like a comedy routine, and before long, they were itching to throw punches. They were dead set on giving that so-called "Zhan Wu Zha" a thorough beating, turning him into actual slag. Staying up all night just to watch him stare at the stars—what a waste of time.

"He's back."

Ren Wang suddenly spoke, his words sparking a glint in the eyes of the Zhun Di. They knew he was referring to Ye Chen.

"Back already? Not even three years have passed?" Fu Ya raised an eyebrow.

"In this era of upheaval in the Di Dao, anything is possible."

Ren Wang stroked his beard and finally lowered his gaze from the void, rubbing his stiff neck. He'd been staring seriously for three days and nights, and it had taken its toll. Precisely because of the disruptions in his Zhou Tian, he hadn't noticed Ye Chen's return until much later.

"Is it just that he's too much of a monster?"

The Huang Zhe sighed in admiration, preferring to attribute it to Ye Chen himself rather than the changes in the Di Dao. With a freak like him, anything could happen.

"Your son-in-law's made you proud again." Zhan Wang grinned at Xuan Huang.

Xuan Huang took a deep breath. Whether it brought pride or not didn't matter to him; what he cared about was that Ye Chen had returned safely. He was still waiting to hold his grandchild.

"Where did he end up?" Sheng Zun scanned the surroundings, but there was no sign of the tribulation's immortal light.

"Don't bother looking; he's in the Tian Jie." The Sixth Shen Jiang said casually.

"You know about this?" Ren Wang raised an eyebrow, glancing at Hua Qing Luo. This was usually his line to deliver—someone was stealing his thunder.

"Just a guess." The Sixth Shen Jiang smirked.

"Spot-on, I must say!"

"You're too kind, too kind."

"Is he really undergoing his tribulation in the Tian Jie?" The expressions on the Zhun Di's faces were priceless. They could tolerate the First Shen Jiang doing it there, and even a Da Chu Huang Zhe, but this was pushing it. What was so special about the Tian Jie?

"Ming Ming Zao Hua." As the Zhun Di looked on, Ren Wang uttered those words, standing tall with a grave and weighty demeanor.

And with that, he got beaten up again. Always dropping hints like that—no wonder he ended up getting thrashed every few days. Although the tenth Huang Zhe of Da Chu wasn't around, the people's spirit remained fierce.

In a way, most of the beatings that should have gone to Ye Chen had been taken by Ren Wang. Everyone was bored out of their minds, so someone had to be the target.

Night fell into silence once more.

Up on that mountain peak, Ren Wang—now dazed from the beating—was hung on a crooked-necked tree, swaying back and forth with the gusts of wind.

While things were quiet there, the Tian Jie was buzzing with activity.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The sky was filled with thunderous roars, destructive visions unfolding, and beams of silent extinction immortal light streaking across. The shattered void cracked open repeatedly, collapsing before it could heal, left in utter ruins from the onslaught.

Blood rained down from the heavens—all Jiang Tai Gong's blood. He had been beaten beyond recognition.

Ever since Ye Chen passed his tribulation, Jiang Tai Gong had been relentlessly pursued and hammered. He wasn't just tough; it was his ultimate Dao emperor weapons that were holding up. Most of the severe injuries were absorbed by those three emperor artifacts. Without them, he would have already crossed the Yellow Springs Road and drunk several bowls of Meng Po soup.

"The Huang Gu Sheng Ti truly lives up to its name."

"Even at Zhun Di level eight, he's this ferocious. If he reaches full emperor status, he could slaughter an emperor!"

"This bloodline is just defying heaven itself."

Below, waves of shock, astonishment, sighs, and exclamations echoed. The way people looked at Ye Chen was filled with supreme reverence. The fame of the Sheng Ti lineage wasn't just talk—it was earned through fists and fury.

Boom!

Another massive explosion shook the mountains.

Amid the flying debris, Jiang Tai Xu shot into the sky again, casting forbidden spells to boost his power. His red hair turned blue, then purple, orange, green...like some magical transformation. Each color change made his aura surge, though no one knew what kind of forbidden art it was.

"There's not much color left for Tai Gong."

Niu Mo Wang took a deep breath, speaking with gravity. They'd been fighting for so long, and all he'd seen was Jiang Tai Gong changing colors. Come on, fight back! All that flash, but it didn't seem to do much.

As he said, it didn't do much.

Even with his power amplified, Jiang Tai Gong still couldn't match the dominance of the Great Wheel of Reincarnation Heavenly Burial. He charged into the void, only to be swatted away by Ye Chen's palm in the next instant. As he flew backward, his divine body shattered repeatedly, blood and bones scattering across the sky. His aura plummeted, and even with the emperor weapons supporting him, he couldn't withstand the assault.

"The Sheng Ti is unstoppable."

Someone roared, and the entire Scatter Immortal Realm erupted in cheers, brandishing weapons and chanting for Ye Chen. Their voices surged like ocean waves, shaking the heavens and earth. The Huang Gu Sheng Ti Ye Chen was incredibly inspiring.

"The Holy Lord is unstoppable."

"The Huang Zhe is unstoppable."

The reincarnated ones shouted the loudest, leaving people from all directions baffled. They had no idea what "Holy Lord" or "Huang Zhe" meant.

"We share the same homeland."

"He is the Holy Lord of our Heavenly Court and the Huang Zhe of Da Chu."

The reincarnated people spoke with immense pride, their blood boiling as they mentioned their homeland's name and the Huang Zhe's title. It was a vast and splendid land, a supreme glory.

"The Heavenly Court Holy Lord?"

"The Da Chu Huang Zhe?"

The masses scratched their heads; this was all new to them. They knew Ye Chen as the future sect leader of Hua Shan, but this was their first time hearing about his background.

"The Da Chu Huang Zhe is unstoppable."

Then, the immortals switched their chant. Compared to shouting "Sheng Ti," these four words felt more natural and exuded even more raw power.

In contrast, the Heavenly Court people stood rigid, their faces paling to an extreme. Their souls trembled. That was Tian Jie's ancient god, the one who had enshrined all the Heavenly Court gods—a pillar of their faith. Now, guarded by three emperor weapons, he was still being beaten into submission. At this rate, defeat and slaughter were inevitable.

Pfft!

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Tai Gong spat blood again, flipping through the air. As he retreated, he unleashed defensive immortal arts nonstop and launched attacks—palm strikes, sword shadows, blade lights, thunder seas, visions...He was driven to madness, unleashing every emperor-level immortal art without restraint.

Ye Chen advanced with demonic fury, throwing punch after punch, each one more dominating than the last. It was pure fist against all laws; in his presence, every emperor immortal technique was meaningless.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood flowers bloomed repeatedly as Jiang Tai Gong bled profusely, reforming his divine body only to have it obliterated again by Ye Chen. No divine power or immortal art could block those golden fists or stop that peerless god of slaughter.

From some point on, people's eyes began darting back and forth, watching Ye Chen in his glory as he drove Jiang Tai Gong from the eastern sky all the way to the western void, then back to the eastern heavens. It was a scene of utter devastation.

"Hong Jun, if you don't wake up, your grand-disciple is done for."

In Bu Zhou Mountain, Xuan Di's phantom stood with hands clasped, sighing in amazement. He knew Ye Chen was fierce, but not this fierce. After tribulation and rebirth, restoring his Sheng Ti bloodline, he was strong enough to shock even Xuan Di. The Huang Gu Sheng Ti's supremacy in the same realm was no exaggeration.

Pfft!

As he watched, Jiang Tai Gong was struck again, his blood and bones exploding as he staggered backward, clutching his shoulder. His body was covered in wounds, his primordial spirit and true form severely damaged. His vital energy had dwindled to nothing, and even the three ultimate Dao emperor weapons had lost their imperial might.

"Ancestor, I can't hold on anymore."

Jiang Tai Gong coughed up blood and drifted downward, too weak to rise or fight. That peerless demonic god opposite him was overwhelmingly powerful. Someone of that caliber would need you to handle personally—I'm outmatched.

Kill!

The raging Ye Chen's eyes were blood-red as he swept in with torrents of demonic energy, intent on slaughtering Jiang Tai Gong and razing the entire Heavenly Court to avenge the fallen spirits.

"Stop."

Before Ye Chen could deliver the fatal blow, a cold snort echoed—icy and desolate, like ancient thunder that shattered the eternal immortal dome.

That single word made the entire upper and lower realms rumble. Countless immortal mountains collapsed, and stars plummeted. It carried supreme authority; just the sound made primordial spirits quiver. From peak Zhun Di to the lowliest Ling Xu novice, everyone felt compelled to kneel, as if the speaker were the supreme heavens themselves, whose will no one could defy.

Ye Chen's rampage had disrupted the Tian Jie's order.

Dao Zu Hong Jun had been awakened.

"Who is that?"

All immortals in the upper and lower realms looked up in unison, staring blankly at the void. Was it a true god?

Gazing at the sky, a palm print descended, blotting out the sun and moon like a dark curtain. It was infused with ultimate Dao emperor might—genuine emperor power, brimming with world-ending force. Everywhere it passed, the cosmos shattered, yin and yang exploded, turning all things into illusion and eternity.

"Is this apocalypse?"

Everyone was gripped by fear, their souls trembling.

Fight!

Ye Chen roared, expanding his Chaos Realm, enhancing it with the laws of reincarnation, activating his external Dharma body, and unleashing the Great Wheel of Reincarnation Heavenly Gang. His entire form glowed with immortal light, every pore exuding Sheng Ti essence. He was both a man and a blazing inferno, dyed in rolling demonic energy, more radiant than the scorching sun.

Fight!

Though he was as insignificant as an ant beneath that palm, he still raised his hands to the sky, determined to withstand the emperor's strike. The Huang Zhe of Da Chu never surrendered and never had. Whether god or emperor, nothing could kill the Sheng Ti Ye Chen or extinguish his unyielding will.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Xuan Di's eyes widened in shock, his expression stunned. He couldn't tell if that was the Sheng Ti or a Sheng Mo, unsure if Ye Chen was clear-headed or delirious. How dare he challenge an emperor's palm so recklessly? Was the entire Huang Gu Sheng Ti lineage this unyielding?