Chapter 2790: Farewell

Ye Chen frowned slightly. The image in Xing Tian's head was unclear – what exactly was that place? Why were there figures of beauties and Tianmo? What did it symbolize? Was it the legendary Taigu Honghuang?

"I have a feeling the God of War is still alive." Xiao Chen mused, offering his guess.

It wasn't just him; Ye Chen felt the same. The head had suddenly opened its eyes before, and this wasn't the first time. It seemed to have some latent consciousness that would revive at specific moments.

"I'll keep the head for now. I'll return it to you another day."

"Agreed," Xiao Chen smiled, then picked up his Xianjian and left.

After he departed, Ye Chen stared at Xing Tian's head for a long time without moving. He had a feeling that Xing Tian was connected to the Taigu Honghuang.

At some point, Xing Tian's head closed its eyes again.

Only then did Ye Chen put it away.

He followed the Xinghe, heading deeper into the Xingkong, continuing his search for Honghuang. As for the secrets of the head, he would study them back home—there might be some unexpected surprises.

Three days later, a rumbling sound came from the Northern Xingyu.

However, what the various heavens discovered wasn't the Honghuang clan, but a large army of E Mo. These E Mo couldn't escape into the black holes and were accidentally encountered by cultivators.

Since they were found, they were naturally wiped out.

Six days later, another scene of war and smoke appeared.

Again, it was E Mo soldiers, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, who were jointly surrounded and destroyed by the various heavens' armies. Many E Mo generals were captured and sent to Da Chu for research.

It wasn't until the ninth day that a Honghuang clan was found.

This Honghuang wasn't from an imperial lineage; its aura was detected by the Yanluo. From the moment it was discovered to its complete annihilation, it took less than a quarter of an hour.

This search mission lasted three months.

By the fourth month, the various heavens' armies withdrew.

However, the mission to find Honghuang continued without pause. Armored cultivators could be seen everywhere in the Xingkong, in groups of three or five, each led by a Zhundi.

Beyond that, there were standby forces on alert at all times. With a single command, they could rush to any battlefield. Whether it was Honghuang, Tianmo, or E Mo that was found, they would assemble immediately.

At night, Tianxuan Gate was peaceful and serene.

The peak experts were all present, including Ye Chen. They stood straight and proper, surrounding Xing Tian's head, stroking their chins as they examined it.

They knew the head had opened its eyes several times during this period. What it reflected was a land of death, shrouded in Yinwu, with no clear view of reality.

But this time, it was quite strange, as Ye Chen had said—there were Tianmo and beauties, which didn't seem normal. What exactly was that place?

"Since there are beauties in the Taigu Honghuang and figures of beauties in his eyes, could the place reflected in his pupils be the Taigu Honghuang?" The old man from the earth stroked his beard and mused.

"Not necessarily." Fu Ya gently shook his head. "There are figures of beauties, that's true, but it might not be from this era. Perhaps it's from some ancient age."

"So, does that mean Xing Tian has seen the beauties!" Fu Ya tucked his hands away, his eyebrows raising as he listened.

"It's not surprising—they're both from the bone-ash level. It's possible they've met." The one speaking was Donghuang Taixin.

No one refuted this guess. The beauties had participated in the ancient Heavenly Court war, and their seniority even surpassed Pangu. As for the God of War, Xing Tian, though not as ancient as the beauties, was incredibly old, tracing back to the Honghuang period.

The various Zhundi offered all sorts of guesses.

Glancing at Ye Chen, he remained silent. The head was brought by him, and from start to finish, he stood as still as a statue.

He held deep reverence for the God of War, Xing Tian, who had once created the myth of slaying an emperor and had come from illusion to destroy an emperor of the Tianmo domain.

That was an ancient secret, known to few.

Late at night, the Zhundi finally dispersed. As for the various guesses, no one could confirm which was true. There were too many unknown and strange things.

Under the moonlight, Ye Chen walked through the air.

He hadn't expected to see the figure of the beauty again in Xing Tian's pupils. Remembering that female Saint Body, he felt an indescribable sense of wonder.

Once more, he took out a sachet.

It was given by the beauty when she left, containing a strand of her hair, belonging to her and carrying their bond of affection.

"May you be well," he murmured softly after gazing at it for a few moments.

His wish was beautiful, but reality was brutally harsh. In that land shrouded in Yinwu, blood mist surged. Since the first pulse of the Saint Body and E Mo appeared, the various heavens' trios had been fleeing almost daily, each one miserably pursued.

For a moment, Ye Chen suddenly stopped.

He looked up at the vast sky, feeling a pressure from the Mingming that had weakened slightly.

It was the suppression of the imperial Dao imprint, more precisely, the imprint of Xianwu Emperor. As a Zhundi peak, he could clearly sense it.

In this era, the various heavens would produce an emperor.

Ye Chen's words in his heart were quite certain. The imprint suppression was weakening, and with time, it was accelerating. Until it reached a certain limit, it would be a great opportunity for all living beings. With enough fate, one might prove the Dao and become an emperor—perhaps a god general, or a sovereign. Anyone from the various heavens could be possible.

Naturally, this included him.

The Saint Body's inability to become an emperor was an eternal taboo, but in this era of imperial Dao changes, he was determined to fight for it. The path of the Dao was eternally defying heaven, with no end.

Only after retracting his gaze did Ye Chen continue walking.

His Saint Body bathed in the starlight and moonlight, with faint strands gathering toward his Six Paths Reincarnation Eye, silently restoring his pupil power.

It wouldn't take long before he set out alone on his expedition, heading to the space black holes to settle scores with the Tianmo and E Mo. After dealing with Honghuang, he had to root them out too.

At Yunu Peak, clouds and mist swirled.

When Ye Chen returned, someone was waiting.

At a glance, it was Shura Tianzun and Yuexin, sitting under an old tree. Tianzun was carving wood, and Yuexin was leaning on his shoulder. The scene was quite warm.

"In the middle of the night, coming here to show off your love?" Ye Chen glanced sideways at Tianzun.

"I must leave." Tianzun kept his head down, still carving the wood.

Ye Chen paused for a second, then regained his composure. He pulled out a wine flask and sat under the old tree. Tianzun hadn't mentioned it, but Ye Chen had almost forgotten his origins—he didn't belong to this universe and shared the same homeland as Zhao Yun. Back then, Zhao Yun had left, and now Tianzun would do the same.

Shura Tianzun finally finished carving the wood. He took the wine flask from Ye Chen, took a swig, then looked into the void. His expression was full of melancholy, lacking his usual arrogance and gaining a sense of composure and restraint.

"This universe is truly extraordinary." After a long while, he spoke with a sigh. In their universe, besides Zhao Yun, he had almost no defeats at the same level, truly advancing triumphantly all the way.

But here, he finally understood what defeat felt like. He had lost to Ye Chen, lost to the Chaos Body, and lost to Dong Shen Yaochi—three losses in a row.

A gentle breeze blew, and Yunu Peak was quite calm.

Under the old tree, the two held their wine flasks, like old friends chatting. Both were young emperors, but they spoke of trivial matters, simple and ordinary.

During this time, Ye Chen glanced at Yuexin. The girl said nothing, but her eyes showed hesitation, unsure whether to go with Tianzun or stay in Da Chu. That choice must be difficult for her.

"If you have feelings, don't separate." Ye Chen sent a message. When Zhao Yun left, Qin Mengyao's drunken state was still fresh in his memory—he didn't want to see that heartbreaking scene repeat.

Yuexin lowered her eyes, her vision blurred by mist.

Perhaps it was because of that sentence that she truly made her decision. She would be selfish this once, follow Tianzun back to his homeland, and be the one by his side.

No matter whether she left or stayed, her eyes would be filled with tears.

"Youth!" Suddenly, Shura Tianzun said this.

Ye Chen shot him a sideways look. They were both old fellows, yet here he was acting young. He and Zhao Yun were quite the pair—that guy had come and stolen a girl's heart, and now he was even better, about to take one away!

Every time he thought of it, Ye Chen wanted to send a few talents from the various heavens over there. Then they could all bring back beautiful wives—a fair exchange!

Before they knew it, the eastern sky was tinged with red dawn.

"I hope that when we meet again, you will have become a supreme being."

"Give him my regards."

"Take care."

"Take care."

As the sky brightened, Tianzun and Yuexin stood up. Under Ye Chen's watchful eyes, the two held hands and walked away, step by step, perhaps never to return.

That day, they became travelers.

Many places in Da Chu bore their shadows—it was Yuexin looking, wanting to see her homeland one last time before leaving, to remember everything about it.

As night fell, a divine rainbow of the imperial Dao descended from the heavens, landing on the two. It was a seal from Daozu, opening a gate in the Mingming.

That gate led to other universes.

No wonder Hongjun was impressive—he was in self-seal, yet with just one imperial Dao rainbow, he opened the passage, far surpassing Ming Di and Di Huang.

Ye Chen stood at the peak, waving lightly.

Through the haze, he could see that at the gate of the divine rainbow, besides Yuexin and Shura Tianzun, there was a third figure—Qin Mengyao, handing over a delicate sachet, likely containing a strand of hair. It was a bond of affection, meant for Zhao Yun.

Tianzun turned around, waved with his back to them, his arrogant silhouette carrying a sense of weariness. He had experienced the world, his entire body covered in the dust of time.

At his side, Yuexin walked with three steps back for every two forward, her eyes tearful and blurred, her vision and heart hazy. She wondered if she would ever return to her homeland in this lifetime.

The passage gate closed, and the couple vanished.

"How come it feels a bit sentimental!" Ye Chen shook his head with a smile and sat down on the mountaintop.

He used a secret technique to draw in the starlight and moonlight, accumulating power for his Reincarnation Eye, preparing for the conquest of the black holes. The pupil power of the Heavenly Dao needed to be fully stocked.

"Refine it, keep refining!"

"Refine what? It's not working."

In the small world, Chaos Fire and Chaos Thunder were arguing again, surrounding that small fragment of the Zhuxian Sword, trying to refine it with Chaos Fire. But no matter what, it was futile.

Buzz! Buzz!

The small fragment buzzed, attempting to escape.

However, Ye Chen's seal made it all in vain.

Due to its trembling, faint strands of seven-colored light suddenly appeared on Ye Ling's body, who was asleep, vanishing in an instant—something even Ye Chen didn't notice.

In her dreams, Ye Ling sometimes showed a pained expression, likely because the Zhuxian Sword was causing chaos, trying to seize her consciousness.

This seven-colored Xianjian was truly extraordinary, as if it had foreseen that Tianming and the two emperors were in self-seal, allowing it to act so recklessly. If anyone had been watching, it wouldn't have dared to enter Ye Ling's body—Ye Chen would have pulled it out long ago.