Chapter 2711: Entering Chaos (VI)

Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, the Xuan Di phantom drew in a sharp breath, a surge of anger welling up within him. It wasn't just about cursing; he wanted to leap out, drag the one named Ye Chen back, and boil him alive.

On the other side, Ye Chen had already risen, pulling his sword from the rock where it was embedded. He twisted his neck with a crack, ready to continue his robbery spree.

In a flash, he vanished once more.

Soon after, screams echoed from another direction. Bodies lay scattered in disarray, their small world treasures plundered clean, even the jade pendants at their waists taken, leaving only their clothes behind.

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

The slaughter raged on, staining the heavens and earth with blood.

Outside the mountains, night fell once again.

Glancing around, the Tian Jiang stood ramrod straight, their eyes sharp as torches, while the Tian Bing shivered uncontrollably. This was due to the extremely chilling wind blowing from Bu Zhou Shan, which made even their yuan shen ache with cold.

Beyond that, eerie wails of vengeful ghosts filled the air, their cries piercing and laced with some dark magic that unsettled the mind, leaving faces pale and bloodless.

"Already two days, and still not caught?"

"Bu Zhou Shan isn't that big, but it's not small either. It's not easy to find someone there; it's a forbidden ground full of traps and perils everywhere, brimming with disasters."

"The Tian Ting must have suffered heavy losses."

The Tian Bing whispered among themselves, occasionally glancing at Yin Ming, hoping their leader would order a retreat. This place was too ominous; they couldn't hold out much longer.

Looking at Yin Ming, he gripped his killing sword, still standing at the end of the jade chariot. Perhaps from all the shouting, he had grown tired and stopped his roars, but his twisted, grotesque face grew even more terrifying.

With an army of several hundred thousand! The weakest among them were Zhun Di at the eighth level, sent in wave after wave like stones dropped into the sea. All they heard were screams, and not a single one had returned, let alone captured Ye Chen.

"I'm even embarrassed for that guy." Shura Tian Zun yawned, still pondering whether to take down Yin Ming, but Yin Ming's guards were too formidable—a force of dozens of Xian Zun, making it impossible to get close.

"Hao Miao Xian Zun?" From within the bronze furnace, Si Ming exclaimed in surprise, peering over the rim toward a distant spot, his tone full of astonishment. "He's still alive."

"Another ancient relic," Tai Yi clicked his tongue.

"The Tian Ting is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers; those self-sealed old-timers are no pushovers," Tai Bai tucked his hands into his sleeves, sighing with emotion.

The Tian Zun said nothing, his eyes narrowed slightly. He had never met Hao Miao Xian Zun before, but he recognized his aura.

Earlier, when they were being scried upon, it was Hao Miao Xian Zun who did it. They had been surrounded in the barren forest and chased relentlessly afterward; he was the mastermind behind it all. His divination skills were otherworldly, using a divine tablet to pinpoint their locations with deadly accuracy. He might not be great in a fight, but his mastery of divination was unmatched.

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

His expression was darkly ominous, enough to frighten anyone. Before coming, he had warned Yin Ming to surround Bu Zhou Shan but not attack. Yet, Yin Ming had not only ignored that warning but had also sent hundreds of thousands inside. Could they even come out?

"Must kill Ye Chen," Yin Ming gritted his teeth.

"No more sending people in," Hao Miao Xian Zun snorted coldly and soared upward, settling cross-legged on a misty cloud. He then closed his eyes and pressed his palms together.

From the looks of it, he had entered Bu Zhou Shan before and knew its horrors well. The world's energies there were unstable, and the more people entered, the more violently they shifted.

In such a strange place, going in didn't guarantee coming out.

Yin Ming clenched his fists so hard they cracked, his already grotesque face twisting further, but he obeyed. Hao Miao Xian Zun's seniority was too high to ignore.

Ah...!

The screams from the mountains grew even more piercing, sending chills through hearts. The blood mist thickened, a vivid crimson that shrouded all of Bu Zhou Shan.

Along a long river, Ye Chen waded through the water, his killing sword in hand, still dripping with fresh blood. He had just taken down a Xian Zun, which had cost him effort, but the rewards were plentiful; the Xian Zun were far wealthier than the Xian Jun.

Because of him, Bu Zhou Shan gained more wandering ghosts, who merged with evil thoughts and became Xie Ling, losing all trace of their former selves and knowing only to devour the living.

Woo woo woo...!

The gale howled, bitterly cold and carrying the wails of vengeful ghosts. Outside, the Tian Bing shuddered, and even the Xian Jun and Xian Zun in the mountains felt their hearts tremble.

This night seemed endlessly long. For the Tian Ting experts trapped in Bu Zhou Shan, it was pure torment. Since entering, they hadn't caught a glimpse of Ye Chen; instead, one Zhun Di after another fell. They wanted to leave but couldn't find the way, creeping along in fear.

In the east, a red dawn broke.

As the warm sunlight returned, the Tian Jiang and Tian Bing felt a wave of comfort.

They had waited through the night, and Hao Miao Xian Zun had meditated through it as well, divining the energies of Bu Zhou Shan, which took considerable time. His goal was to carve a path out for the trapped experts. As for divining Ye Chen, his cultivation wasn't sufficient—or rather, Bu Zhou Shan had some mysterious force blocking his calculations.

Crack! Crack!

Compared to him, Ye Chen was quite relaxed. He found another smooth rock, one hand holding a wine flask and the other stuffing pills into his mouth.

After three days of killing, he hadn't sustained a single new injury; instead, his old wounds were steadily healing.

Hm?

As he was drinking, he spotted several figures entering the mountain forest.

Leading them was Dao Mie Xian Zun, followed by three Xian Jun. They stuck close behind, afraid of losing him in an instant. With a powerful Xian Zun at their side, they felt a bit safer.

Ye Chen smirked, popping the remaining pills into his mouth. He tucked away the wine flask, drew his sword from the rock, and sauntered over.

Bu Zhou Shan's territory was vast, and while Dao Mie Xian Zun was searching for him, he was searching for Dao Mie Xian Zun. It had taken two full days, and now, here they were. Since they'd met, there was no letting it slide.

Dao Mie Xian Zun held a divine mirror, scanning as he went, staying highly alert. That ghost had the power to kill Ji Mie Xian Zun, so it could certainly take him out too.

Yet, even with the mirror and his keen senses, he didn't detect Ye Chen's approach. In terms of perception, he fell far short of Ji Mie Xian Zun, and the three Xian Jun behind him were even less aware.

In that moment, the four froze in unison, turning their heads toward Ye Chen. They stared for a second, exchanged glances, and looked back at him, brows furrowed in shock. Their expressions were full of surprise, taking a moment to process.

Out of nowhere, an extra person had appeared—completely without warning. And that person was Ye Chen, sword in hand, walking straight toward them.

Ye Chen was also taken aback.

"They're all looking this way—have they spotted me?"

"Kill him, no mercy!"

Dao Mie Xian Zun shouted suddenly and struck first, moving like a phantom. In an instant, he was upon Ye Chen, his divine finger strike shattering everything in its path, aimed straight at Ye Chen's brow.

Ye Chen's face changed in an instant, caught off guard. Dao Mie Xian Zun's attack was so precise—it was clear he could see him!

In a split second, Ye Chen retreated swiftly, dodging the fatal blow. He had no time to think about the Yi Shi Xian Pao.

Why did it stop working? At least give me a warning! Walking out so boldly and getting ambushed like this is just awkward.

"Seal!"

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

"Break!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, shattering the seals in an instant.

At that very moment, Dao Mie Xian Zun arrived again, unleashing a yuan shen sword that severely wounded Ye Chen's spirit. Before he could steady himself, the three Xian Jun closed in—a blade hacked him staggering, a sword slashed him bloody, and a palm crushed his body apart. The scene was brutally graphic.

"Get back!"

Ye Chen growled, wielding the Ding Hai Shen Needle and sweeping it in a wide arc, sending the three Xian Jun flying. With a flip of his hand, he repelled Dao Mie Xian Zun.

Then, he turned and bolted.

"Don't let him escape!"

Dao Mie Xian Zun roared, chasing like a divine rainbow, shadowing Ye Chen's every move. As he pursued, he sent out transmissions, summoning more experts.

At his call, figures converged from all directions, swarming the mountainsides.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Bu Zhou Shan erupted in chaos, with thunderous booms as mountain peaks collapsed one after another. The commotion was massive, and the crowds were endless.

Why all this noise? It was because they'd finally found Ye Chen—or more accurately, he had run right into them, appearing out of the blue and bumping straight into Dao Mie Xian Zun.

"Xuan Di, you bastard."

Deeper in, Ye Chen cursed as he dragged his blood-soaked body, fleeing and teleporting non-stop. He had broken through sieges countless times, his body riddled with wounds from both Tian Ting experts and Xie Ling.

For some reason, the Yi Shi Xian Pao's power had failed—now everyone could see him, and even the Xie Ling attacked him viciously.

Clearly, the Xuan Di phantom had hidden something from him.

This so-called Yi Shi Xian Pao must have some time limit. That's not the issue—what's the problem is you didn't tell me! If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have stupidly walked out for trouble.

"Kill Ye Chen and be granted kingship on the spot!"

The Xian Zun's roars echoed through the heavens, with people covering the mountains and plains. After three days of searching, they'd finally found him, and their pent-up fury exploded.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

More peaks crumbled as Ye Chen charged through, fleeing blindly and barging into one dangerous area after another, stirring up hordes of Xie Ling. Several times, he nearly met his end, almost being slain or devoured.

From the sky above, it looked like a black tide overwhelming the land inch by inch.

Compared to them, Ye Chen was like a single grain in a vast storehouse, his blood-red figure standing out starkly.

The booms faded away at some point.

The Tian Ting experts halted collectively, more than half feeling an urge to spit blood.

It wasn't for nothing—they had been chasing Ye Chen, only for him to vanish again. They'd finally caught sight of him, and now he was gone.

Back in that mountain crevice, Ye Chen staggered in, gripping his blood-stained iron staff with one hand while clutching his waist with the other. He leaned on the staff, limping along, a trail of footprints behind him and blood pouring nonstop. He was a mess, more horrifying than the Xie Ling themselves.

He couldn't fight his way out, but he was clinging to life. The siege of hundreds of thousands of Zhun Di would have felled even a Sheng Zun, let alone him.

Clang!

At the rock wall, he planted the Ding Hai Shen Needle in the ground and said nothing, acting as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. With a bold flourish, he lifted his robes and once again pulled out his manhood, unleashing a stream against the wall.

"You old hag, is this the Yi Shi Xian Pao you gave me? It's a damn counterfeit! It always fails at the worst times. If it has a time limit, you should have said so! If I hadn't run fast enough, I'd be sipping Meng Po soup by now."