Chapter 2751

The starry sky was profound and vast, stretching endlessly.

Wulei Cheng, shrouded in ethereal fairy mist, appeared faintly in the depths of the haze, with illusions and visions emerging, heavenly sounds echoing through the air. It seemed to exist beyond time, like a dream.

Before the city, a dense crowd of figures stood everywhere, filling the vast expanse and the stars. People from the three realms were present, both elders and juniors, all waiting patiently without leaving.

"Why is it quiet again?"

Qi Wang shook his donkey head, his donkey eyes blinking, the bell around his neck ringing out clearly.

"I've calculated it— he must be exhausted."

Xiao Yuan Huang said meaningfully. Once in the gentle embrace, even a Shengti couldn't hold up. No matter how abundant his vital energy, it couldn't withstand so many fairies. Who knew how many there were?

"I don't care, I just want to see Wulei."

"Wait for it! The Shengti will definitely drag that woman out. I have high hopes for the great Chu emperor."

"If the Wulei Chengzhu becomes our realms' daughter-in-law, just imagining it feels wonderful and satisfying."

The old rogue stroked his beard, while the young rogue rubbed his chin. They gathered everywhere, chatting happily with one comment after another, having waited so long just to enjoy the show. Each one was bored to death.

There were still some serious people, their eyes narrowing slightly, their gazes flickering uncertainly, still shocked by the depths of Wulei Cheng. They were certain that this city held more than just those hundreds of emperor artifacts; there were even more formidable existences.

"Even surpassing the five forbidden zones."

Xiuluo Tianzun said leisurely. He had once visited the Xuanhuang and seen the forbidden zones. Though he couldn't see through them, Wulei Cheng gave him a more obscure and intimidating feeling, strong enough to make his soul tremble.

After speaking, he glanced sideways at his companion.

The Hundun Ti was there too, silent from beginning to end. He had once asked his master, the Daozu, about the origins of Wulei Cheng but received no answer—or perhaps he wasn't qualified to know. He only knew that Wulei Cheng was quite similar to the five forbidden zones: equally mysterious and terrifying.

"The truth is worth exploring inside."

Wuji Dizi murmured softly. On his left, Li Fengqiu, Wu Qing, Mu Yang, and the other emperor's sons shared the same mindset. As children of emperors, they wanted to uncover the secrets and had asked their fathers, but received no answers.

In the midst of this profound silence, two figures approached from the distance, drawing everyone's attention.

It was Mu Liqing, his eyes hollow and expression wooden, walking with stiff steps across the star river until he stopped in the starry sky like a stone statue, unmoving. His entire body exuded an aura of ancient desolation.

Following him was Mo Yuan, who also halted and gazed quietly at Wulei Cheng. In ancient times, he had once stood in the distance with Hong Lian, looking on.

Now, after countless ages, the emperors had all perished, yet Wulei Cheng still stood. To this day, he didn't know what secrets lay hidden in that mysterious immortal city veiled in enigma.

"Is that Mu Liqing, the lover of the evil demon?"

"It's him for sure, the legendary Hao Mie Shenwang."

"A great primordial god! He's really been revived."

People murmured, and the word "revived" carried even more lament. As fellow primordial gods, one had sacrificed to save another, all for the sake of love.

But it was still a tragedy.

She had died, he had lived, and that ancient romance was left incomplete. Always, one would be left behind, guarding the years in pitiful memories.

Tun Tian Mozun said nothing, and Hao Mie Shenwang remained silent.

In his current state, he resembled the fairies of Wulei Cheng, devoid of human emotion, like a walking corpse wandering through the ages, aimless and endless, like a puppet roaming the world.

In the midst of this quietness, two more figures arrived.

It was Sheng Huangdi, much like Hao Mie Shenwang, walking with stiff steps, his empty eyes etched with the marks of time, his whole body covered in the dust of ages.

Following him was Zi Xuan.

The remnant soul of Donghua Nvdi, still so silent, quietly guarding him, seeking the shadow of Sheng Jun on Sheng Huangdi's body—another form of devotion through love.

"Who is that person?"

"Sheng Huangdi, Di Huang's junior brother. In ancient times, he was placed in the Jiuming Coffin by Donghua Nvdi. After endless years, he emerged as a god and returned to the world."

"Another ash-level powerhouse!"

"This world is truly wondrous."

Amid the discussions, more people turned their eyes from Wulei Cheng to Sheng Huangdi, their expressions filled with wariness. Their looks toward Hao Mie Shenwang were the same.

On the other side of the star river, those two wooden figures stood out starkly: one a primordial god, the other a supreme junior brother, both like puppets, as if standing on the river of time, their bodies covered in dust witnessing the changes of sea and land.

Boom!

The profound silence was shattered by a sudden boom.

Everyone's eyes turned back to Wulei Cheng.

Bang! Clang! Clang!

The sounds from Wulei Cheng were chaotic, with bangs and clangs ringing out incessantly, as if a bandit were ransacking the place, smashing pots, pans, tables, and chairs, leaving debris everywhere.

"What's going on?"

"Clearly, someone's fighting inside the city."

"Has the Shengti shown his might?"

Discussions erupted again. The elders stroked their beards, while the juniors' eyes sparkled with excitement, eager to form a team and go in to see that person's dazzling presence.

The noisy sounds soon faded.

Then, a figure burst out from the city, scrambling away—it was Ye Chen. He looked like he was being chased.

"This..."

Everyone was stunned, baffled.

Boom!

Another boom echoed, and a jade hand reached out from the city, crystalline and radiant. Ye Chen, who had just escaped Wulei Cheng, was caught and dragged back in.

People's mouths twitched, their eyes wide.

That was Ye Chen! The tenth emperor of Great Chu, a genuine Zhundi peak, just half a step from Zhundi perfection or even Dacheng. Yet, he was hauled back like a little chick. How terrifying must the one who struck be? A Great Emperor? A supreme sovereign?

Bang! Clang! Clang!

The chaotic sounds resumed, seeming like the noise of battle.

"A one-on-one fight, if you dare!"

Smack!

"You crazy woman."

Smack!

"Sister, don't be like this."

Smack!

Amid the noise, Ye Chen's angry shouts rang out, full of defiance, but each shout was met with a loud slap, the sound crisp and satisfying.

Everyone's expressions grew meaningfully amused.

Now, without even looking, they knew Ye Chen was being beaten, and badly. He had escaped once only to be caught again, clearly not getting along with Wulei at all, leading to a fight at the drop of a hat.

For some reason, listening to those slaps, many felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Perhaps because over nine out of ten people there wanted to punch Ye Chen themselves—seeing his face just made their hands itch, and they too wanted to slap him.

"A half-step Dacheng, and he's getting beaten."

Ming Jue sighed and clicked his tongue. He had heard his master say that Wulei Cheng was no simple place, and now he saw it firsthand—it was more than just complicated; it was terrifyingly so. Even Ye Chen, just half a step from sovereignty, was being thrashed and couldn't lift his head.

"Di Huang and his beloved went in and behaved themselves. It's only natural he's getting beaten."

Many old folks said meaningfully, and as they spoke, they almost wanted to laugh. They didn't like Wulei, but seeing Wulei beat Ye Chen? That was satisfying.

"No wonder Wulei is emotionless—who could handle someone like her? Who would dare marry her?"

"Don't even think about wooing her unless you're a sovereign."

In their words, they revealed another truth: Wulei Cheng was not to be provoked, and its city lord even less so. That woman was unfathomably powerful.

Under the moonlight, Wulei Cheng was peaceful and serene.

On that mountaintop, Wulei stood gracefully, bathed in moonlight, beautiful as a dream.

Ye Chen, on the other hand, was a mess. He was tied up with five-flowered ropes and hung from a tree, his face bruised and swollen with black eyes, blood streaming from one nostril, his hair disheveled. His whole body was covered in footprints, stomped out of shape.

This guy had a lifelong connection with trees—he was always ending up hung from one.

Under the starlight, Ye Chen's head was still spinning. The conversation had been going fine, but then Wulei suddenly attacked. That slap was brutally heavy; even as a half-step Dacheng, he had nearly been shattered.

Was she a Great Emperor?

Ye Chen asked himself this more than once.

With his foundation, he could slay a Tianmo Emperor, yet he couldn't beat Wulei. He couldn't see through her cultivation, but she was terrifyingly strong. His proud combat skills and secret techniques were like child's play before her.

The awkwardness didn't stop there—his divine abilities, secret arts, and emperor immortal laws were all useless in Wulei Cheng, ineffective against this woman.

Only now did he understand why Di Huang and his beloved had behaved so well back then—they must have known how powerful Wulei was, powerful enough that even they might not be her match. No wonder he was losing.

Looking at him, Wulei felt quite content.

Back in the day, the Diczun had escaped too quickly, so she hadn't caught him.

Today, giving Ye Chen a thorough beating made up for that regret.

"I'm at least your brother-in-law, so you went too far."

"And why hit me?"

Ye Chen struggled fiercely but couldn't break free from the Xundian Rope—it was an emperor artifact, and not an ordinary one, sealing his laws and origin.

At these words, even the emotionless Wulei was amused and almost laughed. Why hit you? Don't you have any self-awareness? You turned Wulei Cheng upside down, stole who knows how many treasures, and kept calling me "sister" and you "brother-in-law." How thick is your face? Not killing you is already a favor.

"You crazy woman, let us out!"

From within Ye Chen's body, the Hundun Ding shouted angrily. That thing was furious, jumping up and down in the small world, cursing nonstop.

Smack!

Wulei waved her hand, delivering another slap that sent Ye Chen's nosebleed flying. He had just regained some clarity, only to see stars again.

"You crazy woman, you're just a crazy woman."

The Hundun Fire joined in, yelling loudly.

Smack!

The slap was still crisp, leaving Ye Chen's once handsome face crooked.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated."

"Even if you beat my master to death, he won't frown."

"Serves you right for not getting married."

The Hundun Ding and Hundun Fire were like one on gunpowder and the other on stimulants—one impassioned, the other indignant, cursing even more fiercely.

It was a good thing the Mingdi had sealed himself away; if he saw this scene, he'd surely feel proud.

In terms of dragging someone down, those two were prime examples.

In terms of dealing the final blow, they were outstanding.

In reality, the Hundun Ding and Hundun Fire were thinking exactly that. As long as they weren't the ones getting hit, they could just keep cursing while their master took the beating.

"You two idiots!"

"Boss, with us here, don't be afraid of her."

"Me..."

Ye Chen regained his senses, choking on his breath and nearly suffocating. His face darkened completely, his eyes blazing with fury. One was his natal ding, the other his natal fire— they really "loved" him! At this rate, they wouldn't stop until they got their master killed.

Watching them, Wulei actually smiled faintly. She really liked Ye Chen, and she really liked his Hundun Ding and Hundun Fire. Those three were all top talents!

"Since you can smile, you must have emotions. Why are you called Wulei?"

Ye Chen stopped joking and grew serious, staring straight at Wulei without glancing away.