Chapter 2722: The Three Souls Unite

The starry sky was profound and vast, stretching endlessly.

Ye Chen and his companions were still there, with that meteorite now carved into stone tables and chairs. Long Ye, Long Yi, and Long Wu sat around, sharing a pot of strong wine as they spoke of the Taixu Long Di and reminisced about old times.

"Talking too much just brings tears. Drink up."

Long Yi chuckled, tears in his eyes, but his mood was exceptionally good, the gloom completely dispelled.

The rich aroma of wine filled the air, carrying a sense of age-old weariness.

"It's wonderful."

Ye Chen didn't join in, instead wandering along a star river at his leisure.

Chu Xuan and the others were still in shock, stunned by Ye Chen's earlier words. They scrutinized Long Ye up and down, over and over, unable to believe he had reincarnated into the Tianmo Domain and even become an emperor there, revered as the Long Di remnant soul. It was not just outstanding—it was defying the heavens in a forbidden way! If the Taixu Long Di were still alive, how gratified he would be.

"By all accounts, a remnant emperor soul shouldn't be able to become an emperor!"

Nanming Yushu stood beside Ye Chen, muttering to herself, her mind struggling to process it.

"Reincarnating and advancing in just a few centuries—the speed is terrifying."

Haotian Shiyue sighed, noting that even the Taixu Long Di couldn't compare.

"The Tianmo Domain has a different time flow from the Zhutian realms, and it's free from emperor path suppression." Ye Chen spoke leisurely. "In this era of emperor path anomalies, anything is possible."

"If even reincarnated souls can become emperors, maybe the Shengti can also achieve the Dao."

Chu Xuan glanced sideways at Ye Chen, and the other women did the same.

Ye Chen just smiled without replying, casually pulling out a wine flask. As a peak Zhundi, his vision was broad enough, and he held even stronger beliefs and obsessions: the Shengti must reach great completion and prove the Dao to become an emperor.

So, he would fight for it and break through that barrier, determined to reach the end of his journey.

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Let's go, we'll take him on."

From not far away came Long Ye's cursing voice, his temper flaring as they talked.

The "him" in question was, of course, the male Yongsheng Ti. How could they tolerate him stealing a woman from the Long Di lineage? If one couldn't handle him, send two; if two weren't enough, send three!

"Let's get him."

Long Yi and Long Ye flanked Long Wu, dragging him away while cursing all the way. It had been so many years since the three Long souls had united, but they could lend their souls to Long Wu if needed.

"Looks like the Yongsheng Ti is in for a beating."

Xiyan chuckled.

"But I reckon those three will end up crippled." Ye Chen took a deep breath, seeing it clearly. Even with the three souls united, Long Wu wasn't a match for the Yongsheng Ti. His cultivation was absolutely suppressed by the opponent, and that alone made it impossible—at least he needed to be at peak Zhundi level.

With that, Ye Chen withdrew his gaze and crossed the star river, continuing his search for the Honghuang.

The women hurriedly followed, still lingering on the story, finding Long Ye's experiences hard to believe and growing even more curious about the Tianmo Domain and the emperor path anomalies—truly full of endless possibilities.

Bang! Boom! Bang!

Not long after, sounds of roaring echoed. Long Ye and the others had found the male Yongsheng Ti and started fighting on the spot without a word. Long Wu had borrowed the two Long souls but didn't let them interfere.

As he always said, he wanted to defeat the Yongsheng Ti alone and bring back his Dongfang Yu Ling.

It had to be said, with the three souls united, he was incredibly dominant, casting emperor path immortal techniques that shattered the heavens and earth with each one, making the universe rumble and yin and yang overturn.

Unfortunately, he still wasn't enough. He was dominant, but the male Yongsheng Ti was even more overbearing.

"Son of a bitch."

Long Wu was defeated, and Long Yi and Long Ye jumped in, teaming up to gang up on the male Yongsheng Ti.

The battle's fluctuations were immensely vast, drawing many from the Zhutian realms who thought they'd found the Honghuang race. But upon arriving, their expressions turned to astonishment—someone's forehead was notably shiny.

"Is that... the reincarnated Long Ye?"

Many cultivators from Da Chu had also arrived, stunned at the sight of Long Ye. They didn't know when he had returned, and the sight of the three Long souls gathered hadn't been seen in years, evoking deep emotion.

"These three troublemakers really have a flair for the dramatic—not hunting Honghuang, just here picking fights."

"Is Long Ye in a borrowed state? Did he reincarnate to Tianjie? Did Ye Chen summon him back?"

"The Yongsheng Ti is truly terrifying! Facing two and still holding the upper hand."

More and more cultivators gathered, standing on ancient stars in all directions, their discussions rising and falling.

Boom! Bang!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Long Ye and Long Yi were also defeated, each smashing into a star.

"Awkward."

Long Yi struggled to his feet, his head spinning, barely able to stand.

Long Ye on the opposite side wasn't in much better shape.

Having truly witnessed the Yongsheng Ti's power, his heart was shaken. A ruthless figure who could outlast the Taixu Long Di was no joke. Even in his borrowed state, free from Zhutian suppression, he probably still couldn't match the Yongsheng Ti. Those ancient monsters who lived long were extremely fearsome.

At that moment, the Yingjie immortal light burst forth—the borrowed time was up, and he had to return to Tianjie.

"I'll be back to deal with you."

Long Ye cursed as he left, his face dark. After reincarnating, it was rare for him to return to the Zhutian realms, only to get beaten. When he came back for good, he'd find a place to fight again and definitely hammer that guy.

The male Yongsheng Ti said nothing, gradually walking away. At the same level and realm, even the Taixu Long Di might not win. The three remnant souls came seeking trouble—didn't their inherited memories show that some people just couldn't be provoked? Well, namely himself—whoever messed with him would regret it.

"You bastard, wait for me!"

Long Yi cursed loudly, helping Long Wu up as they staggered away.

Just as Ye Chen had predicted, the three remnant souls of the Long Di lineage were all beaten to a pulp. The Yongsheng Ti, a once-in-a-lifetime peak powerhouse, was no joke.

In the western starry sky, Ye Chen crossed another star domain.

Along the way, Chu Xuan and the others fell mostly silent—Biyou, Xiyan, Shangguan Han Yue, Luo Xi, Xuan Nu—all of them hesitated several times, words on the tip of their tongues but never spoken.

As their husband, Ye Chen understood their hesitation. His wives were probably wondering if there were other reincarnations in Tianjie, like Dao Huang Sui Diao or Hu Wa.

He didn't respond; silence was the best answer. There were other reincarnations, but not their loved ones. Even he wasn't sure if Dao Huang and Hu Wa were still alive.

From some distant starry sky, old friends began to arrive one by one.

There was Qian Shang Yue, Hongchen Xue, Chu Ling Yu, Xingyue Shengnu, Fuling, Qin Yu... and many more. Most had likely heard about Long Ye and came to inquire, their eyes full of hope, wishing that Tianjie held their own family or loved ones. The years had separated them for too long.

Ye Chen sighed and shook his head, watching as they walked away in disappointment.

Ye Ling bit her lip, once trying to glimpse that ancient war, to see the shadows of their forebears. In that desperate era, how much blood and tears had her father's generation shed?

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderous roar shattered everyone's thoughts.

Ye Chen was the first to react, summoning a domain gate and sweeping his wives and children inside, heading straight for the northern starry expanse.

When they emerged from the domain gate, all they saw were swarms of figures—it was the Zhutian armies.

Indeed, another Honghuang race had been found, and it was an emperor path lineage. Their protective barrier was extremely strong, guarded by ultimate emperor weapons and blessed with heaven-defying emperor path formations.

Ye Chen's eyes turned icy cold as he instantly unleashed the Great Wheel of Reincarnation Heavenly Dao, stepping directly inside.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The Shengti's slaughter began once more. At half-step great completion, he was like an invincible war god, unstoppable even by peak powerhouses, extinguishing one after another.

Soon, the barrier collapsed, and the Zhutian armies surged in like a tide.

The battle was brutal, and this brutality was directed at the Honghuang race. Though an emperor path lineage, they were outnumbered, two fists no match for four hands. Their people fell in droves, overwhelmed by the Zhutian cultivators, mountain after mountain reduced to ash, their emperor path civilization wiped out.

The rumbling eventually faded, leaving the Honghuang ancestral land a mountain of corpses and a river of blood.

"Big brothers and sisters, uncles and grandpas, I want true lightning."

Ye Ling dashed around the ancestral land, ignoring weapon fragments or spiritual pills—she only wanted the thunder from the heavens, true lightning, heavenly lightning, immortal lightning, the more the better.

The precious daughter of the Shengti family was recognized by all the Zhutian cultivators. If anyone had it, they wouldn't hesitate to give it. Who dared refuse? The little girl held grudges, and if she visited their homes—especially with Ye Chen in tow—it would be a disaster.

"Our fellow Daoists, we're not taking these for free."

Chu Xuan and the others were reasonable, not abusing their power. For anyone who gave Ye Ling true lightning, they offered fair compensation—weapons, source stones, or pills.

This arrangement left the immortals feeling a bit embarrassed. After all, Ye Chen was still standing there. If he lost his temper, he'd show no mercy— the Honghuang was a bloody example.

Speaking of Ye Chen, he had his own style, finding a hilltop and clutching his purple gold flask, shaking it vigorously. Since it was an emperor path lineage, it must have swallowed plenty of emperor essence.

"Is this little flask of yours for sale?"

Qin Guang Wang approached.

"Get lost." Ye Chen casually cursed. The first Yanluo under the Ming Di wasn't stupid—he knew it was a treasure. Only an idiot would sell it. Even if I were selling, could you afford it? Besides, I'm this handsome—do I look like I need money?

"This half-step great completion really makes you bold."

Chu Jiang Wang and the others were there too, hands tucked away, sighing endlessly. The ten Yama Kings of the underworld had the tenth emperor of Da Chu surrounded, but none dared make a move, fearing a beating.

Ye Chen ignored them, glancing toward another direction at a graceful figure.

It was Qin Mengyao, clad in battle armor and holding an immortal sword, lost in thought. While everyone else searched for treasures, she was walking away, like a breath of fresh air, seemingly uninterested in anything.

Ye Chen formed seals and performed a borrowing technique, pulling Shura Tianzun over.

"Where's the Yongsheng Ti? I heard you're tough—come on, let's spar."

As soon as he materialized, Shura Tianzun started shouting. His good buddy Long Ye had come to the Zhutian realms and gotten beaten to a pulp, so this madman needed to settle the score.

"He's strong."

The ten Yama Kings furrowed their brows, intimidated by the Tianzun's arrogance, feeling the pressure. Many old-timers narrowed their eyes, confirming he was a supreme ruthless figure.

"Tianjie is full of talents."

"No, without the Zhutian origin, he doesn't belong to the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity."

"What kind of monster is this?"

The veteran cultivators gathered, whispering curiously about Shura Tianzun.

"She's Zhao Yun's beloved."

Ye Chen pointed to Qin Mengyao.

Hearing this, Shura Tianzun raised an eyebrow and strolled over, hands behind his back. He'd come to settle scores, but that was forgotten. Zhao Yun's beloved—time to chat about life and ideals, and spill all those not-so-glorious stories about a certain someone.

Good thing Long Ye didn't know, or he'd be cursing up a storm—for getting the score settled, it was all just nonsense.