Chapter 2726: Three Realms Together

As the saying goes, when friends come from afar, you treat them well. Since people from the Tian Jie had descended upon Da Chu, Da Chu naturally fulfilled its duties as host, setting up a grand banquet outside the walls of Nan Chu. Each mountain peak was filled with the rich aroma of wine, and as far as the eye could see, there were crowds of people, much like the time when Di Dao connected to the underworld to welcome the Yan Luo.

That scene was worth commemorating, with beings from the various heavens, the Tian Jie, the Ming Jie, and other universes. Such a grand occasion was unprecedented in history, a once-in-a-millennium event, destined to be recorded in the annals.

“Dao Zu’s disciple, I wonder if he can take a beating.”

“The Yan Luo of the Ming Jie aren’t all that impressive. I could take on ten of you single-handedly.”

“You’re blowing hot air—watch you don’t strain your back.”

The banquet’s atmosphere was exceptionally lively, but the people from the Tian Jie and Ming Jie didn’t get along at all. They drank until their faces were flushed and necks were thick, ready to throw down at the slightest provocation.

“You lowly one, thinking you’ve been buried for good.”

The divine generals under Di Zun were seated together, and the once-proud First Divine General was being cursed out by a group of experts, leaving Tian Qing feeling rather awkward. His brothers and sisters were as full of energy as ever.

“How many years has it been? This is our first time like this!”

Kui Yu Jiang laughed heartily, in high spirits and acting like a chatterbox at the table, spittle flying everywhere. Seated with him were all the kings, the successive generations of rulers from Da Chu.

The newly returned Da Chu Wang was also there, except for Shen Wang and Shen Xuan Feng, who were absent. They had fought countless times in their past lives, and now gathering to drink made for a heartwarming sight.

Da Chu Wang shook his head with a smile and glanced inadvertently at Zhan Wang. This was his first time seeing Zhan Wang since his past life’s self-sealing. What endless changes time had brought! Reuniting with an old enemy stirred complex emotions—though there was resentment and hatred, it was mostly nostalgia and a sense of the passage of time.

“Hurry up and drink, then let’s go deal with the Yong Sheng Ti.”

The remnant soul of Long Di had its own table. Long Yi’s forehead was still as shiny as a bald head, while Long Wu was silent and brooding. As for Long Ye, he gazed greedily at the four directions of Da Chu, taking in the vast mountains and rivers. After a full great cycle of reincarnation, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity that nearly brought him to tears.

“I’m telling you, the people here have no shame at all!”

Xiu Luo Tian Zun muttered meaningfully, his face bruised and swollen, his hair disheveled, making him stand out awkwardly. He looked even worse than the former Ren Wang. They had agreed to a one-on-one fight, but a whole group had shown up and taken him down on the spot, leaving his nose and face battered—he’d nearly been beaten to death.

“I told you earlier, the people of Da Chu have a fierce spirit,” Yue Xin said, covering her mouth with a giggle.

“I can see that now.”

Tian Zun took a deep breath. Everywhere he looked, there were formidable experts. Even someone as bold as Xing Kuang wouldn’t dare act recklessly here. Two fists can’t beat four hands, and if he caused any more trouble or acted out, he’d just get mobbed again.

A fierce spirit was one thing, but the real issue was their lack of shame.

On an eastern mountain peak, Ye Chen was also at the banquet, with the Hun Dun Zhi Ti seated beside him. The latter’s aura was utterly weakened, his face pale and bloodless. He had expended such vast borrowed power that his magical energy was completely drained, and forcing it had nearly caused his cultivation to drop. Even Di Huang had struggled with it back in the day, let alone him. Without the support of Dao Zu’s origin, he might have already met his end.

“So, he really is the Hun Dun Zhi Ti!”

“The legendary perfect bloodline—turns out it’s no exaggeration. Finally, we’ve caught a live one.”

“It’s got me feeling suffocated.”

Xie Yun, Xiong Er, Si Tu Nan, and Xiao Ling Wa, seated at the same table, were scheming up some mischief—specifically, drawing a bit of blood from the Hun Dun Zhi Ti. They were no strangers to this kind of thing.

Soon after, the group was sent flying by the Hun Dun Zhi Ti himself.

Dao Zu’s disciple was no pushover; he could hear every thought they had. Thinking of drawing my blood—where do you get the nerve? Even in my weakened state, handling you lot is a piece of cake.

After tossing them aside, the Hun Dun Zhi Ti glanced at Ye Chen. This guy was probably thinking of drawing blood too.

Ye Chen remained unfazed. Go ahead and try to throw me out. Drawing blood is inevitable, but we won’t do it sneakily. If we do it, we’ll do it openly, and you can’t beat me in a fight anyway.

“Drink up.”

The three realms—heaven, earth, and human—gathered together, with howls echoing nonstop. Da Chu had plenty of talents, and so did the Tian Jie and Ming Jie. They hit it off like old friends, sharing the same vibe, not just drinking but also raising their voices in boasts, always ready for a brawl.

“What a blade of time!”

Gazing at the scene, the two emperors of Tian and Ming felt deeply emotional, their expressions distant. The division of the various heavens had lasted far too long, and even supreme sovereigns longed for the day the three realms would reunite. They missed home too.

When they withdrew their gazes, the two emperors flicked their sleeves in unison, completely severing the connection with the human realm.

Especially for the Tian Jie, which had its own cycle of reincarnation, transporting so many experts to the various heavens had disrupted it. Even Dao Zu, that peak great emperor, could only barely maintain it. Borrowing power from the Tian Jie again was likely impossible, as that great cycle of reincarnation couldn’t withstand any more turmoil.

The Da Chu banquet eventually came to an end, though no one knew exactly when.

The newly arrived people from the Tian Jie, like Lao Jun and the others, staggered away unsteadily, much like the former Ming Jie folks who had headed off in all directions of the starry sky, following ancient memories to find their hometowns.

That night, Ye Chen sat under an old tree, quietly carving wood sculptures.

Chu Xuan and the others were there too—some embroidering, some stargazing—creating a warm and peaceful scene.

“Ninth Lady, you should be passing your trial soon.”

Ye Ling rested her chin in her hands, looking toward the nearby Xiao Yao Pool.

Xiao Yao Pool was full of joy, wide awake and chasing a pink butterfly with her unsteady little steps, like a pure and radiant little sprite, her giggles ringing out endlessly.

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Ling spoke, a divine glow burst from Xiao Yao Pool’s body.

Then, a flash of immortal light swept by, dreamlike and ethereal—the light of successfully passing a trial.

“She really passed it,” Ye Ling exclaimed, jumping up with wide, blinking eyes.

Under the old tree, Ye Chen set down his carving knife, and Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, and the others all stood up.

As everyone watched, Xiao Yao Pool’s delicate, petite body grew visibly, her cultivation rising from nothing straight to Qi Condensation realm, breaking through all the way to Zhun Di realm.

The sound of the Great Dao suddenly echoed, and the four volumes of the Wordless Heavenly Books appeared together.

In that instant, her Zhun Di first-heaven cultivation soared again, advancing straight to Zhun Di ninth heaven. Under the bright moonlight, she broke through to Zhun Di peak, triggering flashes of lightning and thunder in the sky, turning it chaotic and murky. Ancient visions appeared one after another, with all things evolving around her—a mountain, a river, a blade of grass, a tree, all infused with spirituality, illustrating her Dao of all things.

Dong Shen Yao Pool had returned from her trial, radiating her peerless elegance once more.

Yet, even the most dazzling immortal glow couldn’t hide her aura of antiquity, her entire body veiled in the dust of ages, exuding an ancient presence that would take thousands of years to accumulate.

“How many vicissitudes of sea and land were in that dream of hers?”

Chu Xuan murmured softly. In reality, it had been just three to five years, but in the dream and trial, it must have been thousands of years.

“She’s even surpassed her cultivation before the trial.”

Xi Yan couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. If she was a prodigy, her master and mistress were even more heaven-defying.

“As strong as ever!”

Ye Chen smiled, seeing it more clearly than anyone. Yao Pool had undergone her trial in the dream and also attained enlightenment there—it wasn’t just three to five years; it was likely longer than the time he had spent in the Hun Dun Sea. Breaking through all the way to Zhun Di peak was completely within expectations. He had his opportunities in the Tian Jie, and his wife had her own fortunes in the dream, with the four volumes of the Wordless Heavenly Books being profoundly mysterious.

Not far away, Ji Ning Shuang stood gracefully.

Though she had passed her trial, she remained motionless, like a stone statue, her clear and bright eyes vacant, her expression wooden, as if she were a puppet.

Clearly, she was still in a state of confusion. Back then, she had entered the dream in this muddled state due to the calamity from Zang Shen Gu Di, suffering from the backlash of illusion and reality while trying to save Ye Chen.

That’s why Long Jie had come all the way to play the zither, but it hadn’t helped much.

The Jiu You Xian Qu’s awakening chapter was a heaven-seizing creation, but it depended on who played it. Without mutual affection, playing for a thousand years would be futile. For this delicate task, it still fell to Ye Chen.

And Ye Chen, from the moment Yao Pool passed her trial, had already taken out a plain zither. Tonight, with flowers blooming and the moon full, and his wife and children around, as her husband and father, he needed to show off his zither skills.