Chapter 2741: Pure World Devotion

Chapter 2741: Jing Shi Qian Cheng

“She can be revived, she must be revived.”

In the deep, dark night, Ye Chen streaked through the vast emptiness like a divine light, his eyes blazing with intense resolve. Even the slightest glimmer of hope could become infinitely possible in the face of despair—this was his steadfast belief. As long as he could gather even a trace of spirit, he could bring Jiu Li Mu Xue back to life.

After many years, he returned to the Huangquan Forbidden Zone. He recalled his previous visit, where he had to borrow an ultimate weapon just to enter, only to be ambushed before he could even explore, and subsequently, he was hung on a crooked-necked tree. The thought still filled him with frustration.

This time, no one would dare ambush him again. With the forbidden zone’s great emperor not making an appearance, his half-step perfected Sheng Ti physique could easily turn Huangquan upside down.

Much like Tian Xu, the Huangquan Forbidden Zone was a scorched, desolate land, vast and boundless, with not a single blade of grass in sight. The black mountains loomed darkly, and the sky was dim, shrouded in a layer of mist that veiled the world. The first impression it gave was one of ancient desolation, having witnessed countless changes through the ages.

Returning to Huangquan, his state of mind was vastly different. His horizons had broadened, yet everything seemed more blurred; his strength had grown, but so had his caution. The Xuan Huang Forbidden Zones were mysterious and terrifying, even instilling a sense of awe in him.

“Tian Wang, may you appear and meet me.”

Ye Chen called out as he walked.

Unfortunately, there was no response from any direction, as if it were truly a place of ruins—quiet and desolate, with not a single living soul in sight. It was not just vast; it was utterly bleak.

“Tian Wang, may you appear and meet me.”

Ye Chen called out again.

Still, there was no reply.

Ye Chen said nothing more, simply walking and observing, paying particular attention to the massive mountains and peaks in the forbidden zone. If they were all blown flat, it would cause quite a stir. After all, he was a Sheng Ti, the emperor of Da Chu. It was rare for him to visit a forbidden zone, and not even finding anyone was just too disrespectful. For people like that, he needed to make some big noise to teach them a lesson; otherwise, they’d never learn.

“Oh dear, who’s this!”

Just as Ye Chen was looking around, he suddenly saw Huangquan Dizi approaching, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. It was the middle of the night, and he wasn’t sleeping; instead, he was strolling with his hands tucked in his sleeves.

“Is your Tian Wang here?” Ye Chen asked.

“He’s in seclusion,” Huangquan Dizi yawned.

“Please inform him; I have important business.”

“That might be difficult.”

“Difficult is fine.”

Ye Chen swung a palm, striking Huangquan Dizi, who was still yawning, and knocked him down on the spot.

What followed was utter chaos. Once Huangquan Dizi was floored by someone, he didn’t get up again. He was grabbed by one leg and slammed repeatedly into the ground.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Huangquan Dizi cursed.

As soon as he spoke, he met the ground again in an intimate collision. As the son of a great emperor and a genuine young emperor-level figure, he had no power to resist in front of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen ignored him, bracing his waist and slamming with all his might.

Slamming people was his specialty.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The rhythmic banging echoed loudly, making the earth tremble and the sky shake. Many massive mountains collapsed with booming roars, turning the once serene forbidden zone into a cacophony of noise.

As for Huangquan Dizi, he was in a pitiful state. His powerful divine body had its bones shattered, his flesh torn apart—that was minor. Even his Yuan Shen was cracking.

“Enough!”

Soon, a stern shout rang out as Tian Wang appeared, unable to watch any longer. If this kept up, his emperor’s son would be beaten to death.

Only when Tian Wang showed up did Ye Chen stop, casually dropping Huangquan Dizi and straightening his collar. He couldn’t deny it—his temper was a bit out of hand today. Who asked you to hide and not see me?

Tian Wang descended, his face as dark as ink, his eyes glaring at Ye Chen with fury. People from Da Chu were truly bold! When his forbidden zone’s people went to the Zhutian Gate, they were not only robbed but also brutally beaten. And now, on his own turf, they were beating his people. So arrogant—aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?

“Senior, I hope you’ve been well,” Ye Chen said with a smile.

“Spit it out if you have something to say,” Tian Wang grumbled.

“Jiu Li Mu Xue.”

“Come with me,” Tian Wang said indifferently, turning and leaving. Before going, he collected Huangquan Dizi—using the word “collected” because Ye Chen had hit him so hard that the young emperor had been knocked unconscious.

Ye Chen hurried after him.

When they reappeared, they were at the top of a mountain.

“Sit.”

Tian Wang set out tea utensils, the darkness on his face having faded somewhat. He looked like a kindly old grandfather, calmly brewing Wu Dao tea.

“In the ancient Heavenly Court war, I once saw fragments of the scene.”

“The memory inheritance of the Huang Gu Sheng Ti is nothing surprising.”

“In those shattered fragments, I saw the ancient Heavenly Court empress, Xuan Di, the female Sheng Ti, and Bei Sheng Jiu Li Mu Xue,” Ye Chen said slowly.

“That is not Bei Sheng; she is my Heavenly Court’s Jing Shi Xian Wang,” Tian Wang replied lightly. He was quite gracious to the emperor of Da Chu, personally pouring him a cup of Wu Dao tea.

“You knew all along?”

“I found out later.” Tian Wang took a deep breath. “If not for seeing her Jing Shi Xian power, this king wouldn’t have dared to believe it—that a dead person could reappear in the world. How was she revived?”

“Reincarnation and rebirth?” Ye Chen ventured.

“There are no traces of reincarnation in her body, so how could it be rebirth? If my guess is correct, it was the remnant Jing Shi Xian power after her death that later formed a spirit. Through endless years of accumulation, it merged by chance into the body of Jiu Li Shengzhu’s wife, becoming Xuan Huang’s Bei Sheng.”

“So, does that mean she can still be revived this way?”

“After dying once, the hope is almost zero.” Tian Wang sighed and shook his head. Reviving the dead was no easy feat; it went against the heavens.

“I have to try.”

Ye Chen stood up immediately, summoning a massive stone from the air. Using his Ben Yuan as a sword, he carved it into a statue of Bei Sheng. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making it lifelike.

Then, he extracted a trace of Jing Shi power and infused it into the statue, placing it at the highest peak of the mountain to absorb the essence of the sun and moon and receive the forbidden zone’s offerings. After all, she was a Xian Wang of the Heavenly Court.

“Good lad, you actually have her Jing Shi Xian power.” Tian Wang stroked his beard, sizing up Ye Chen.

“Doesn’t that give you some hope?”

“Though I’m not optimistic, this king believes in it.” Tian Wang smiled, standing before the statue and clasping his hands together in a respectful bow, like a devout Buddhist worshipper paying homage to a Buddha in a temple.

“Senior, I’m counting on you.”

Ye Chen left those words and turned to leave.

That simple “I’m counting on you” carried deep meaning, which Tian Wang understood. The worship of one or two people couldn’t produce a spirit; it required the sincere devotion of countless people, including those from his forbidden zone. As Ye Chen said, that woman was not only Xuan Huang’s Bei Sheng but also his Heavenly Court’s Jing Shi Xian Wang.

“Are you insane? Everyone from Da Chu is insane.”

Soon after, Huangquan Dizi woke up, his face dark as he grumbled. On his own turf, he had been beaten by Ye Chen, losing all face as an emperor.

Tian Wang glanced at him sideways. You two young emperors, why is it always you getting beaten? And you still have the nerve to complain here? So embarrassing.

Huangquan Dizi wasn’t having it and shot back a look. You’re not much better, old man. When you went to Da Chu, the five great Tian Wangs of Xuan Huang were all beaten.

In the end, Huangquan Dizi was pushed to the mountaintop.

That night, in the Huangquan Forbidden Zone, countless sealed individuals were awakened by Tian Wang and gathered at the base of that mountain, offering to the statue of Jiu Li Mu Xue in hopes of forming a spirit. If a spirit could be formed, everything would be possible.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen returned to the Jiu Li Clan.

Jiu Li Shengzhu was still there, sitting in front of his daughter’s grave, lost in thought. A child is the heart and soul of their parents; how could they not cherish her? In the dead of night, he always sat here, thinking of his little girl.

Ye Chen landed and brought over a massive stone.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of stone chipping echoed continuously as Ye Chen shaved away layers, creating another lifelike statue bathed in moonlight, as if Jiu Li Mu Xue had come to life.

“My friend, what are you doing?”

“Senior, in the future, worship this and pray with utmost sincerity,” Ye Chen said with a smile, infusing another trace of Jing Shi Xian power into the statue of Mu Xue.

Jiu Li Shengzhu frowned, not understanding.

“Remember, worship this one.” Ye Chen came quickly and left just as fast.

As before, the worship of one or two people wouldn’t work; it needed more people. The more who worshipped, the greater the power; if the sincerity was strong enough and the power accumulated to its limit, perhaps a spirit could truly emerge.

Ye Chen left, manifesting countless clones and heading to various ancient cities, going wherever there were crowds.

He needed to place more statues of Jiu Li Mu Xue—not just filling Bei Yue, but the entire Xuan Huang, and even all of Zhutian. If all living beings worshipped together, he refused to believe a spirit wouldn’t form. After all, many hands make light work.

In the domain gate passage, Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, lost in thought. If this path of worship succeeded, the world would be truly wondrous. Perhaps it could even revive more people, provided those who died, like Bei Sheng, had remnants of their power left.

The more he thought, the bolder his ideas became. He took out the Zijin small gourd; if Di Yun could count as a remnant power, maybe he could bring back the emperors.

However, this beautiful idea seemed impossible. They were emperors, transcending the great dao, and the laws wouldn’t allow their revival.

For reference, consider Da Ri Rulai; the countless Buddhist believers in Zhutian and their endless incense and Nian Li would have revived him long ago if it were possible.

Ye Chen raised his hand, holding a bit of Jing Shi Xian power in his palm, his gaze growing firmer. Whether out of emotion or fate, he would do everything he could, just as he searched for the reincarnated people of Da Chu, treating it as a mission to pull that woman, who died for her, back from the gates of hell.

He put away the small gourd and the Jing Shi Xian power, quickening his pace. Exiting the domain gate, he headed straight for the nearest ancient city, seeking places teeming with people.

Just before entering the ancient city, he suddenly looked back toward the vast sky, feeling that familiar sensation—the feeling of being watched, which always intensified in fleeting moments. He was certain someone was spying on him in the shadows.