Chapter 2792: Awake is Good, Awake is Safe

In the black hole, everything was desolate and icy cold.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged like a stone statue, completely still, his face pale, with fresh blood occasionally trickling from the corners of his mouth. His breath was weak and unstable.

Under the nourishment of his origin source, he had remolded his Sheng Ti, reconnected his fractured bones, and was now truly repairing his Xiao Jie. Chunks of rubble were being cleared out one by one.

"What a fine Xiao Jie, now it's a total mess!"

The Dharma Body sighed, fully aware of how much effort Ye Chen had poured into his small world. It was decades of hard work, only to be set back in an instant by Ruoxi.

Crack! Crack!

Ye Chen was healing, and so was the Hun Dun Ding.

The massive ding body overflowed with chaotic qi, while the Dun Jia heavenly characters circled around it, arranging themselves automatically. The cracks on the ding were healing one after another.

The Hun Dun Ding wasn't idle; it was quietly recovering.

It wasn't until three full days later that Ye Chen awoke.

His wounds had vanished, but glancing at his Xiao Jie still made him wince, just as the Saint War Dharma Body had said. He had invested so much energy into it, with towering mountains, vast rivers, and lush fruit orchards, yet now it was all in ruins.

He shouldn't have brought her out!

Ye Chen felt deep regret, as if he'd brought trouble on himself.

In the end, he waved his hand and released the seal on Ruoxi. This girl needed to stay awake; he couldn't let her sleep anymore. Who knew what other chaos she might cause?

And so, Ruoxi, who had been sealed for who knows how long, opened her eyes again. Her large eyes were as clear as water, without a trace of impurity, even purer than the most serene immortal eyes.

"Big brother?"

The little one lifted her head to look at Ye Chen.

"It's me."

Ye Chen replied, taking a deep breath. If you weren't so adorable, and if you weren't just a little girl, I'd drag you out and give you a good thrashing.

Little Ruoxi stepped forward and hugged Ye Chen's leg, peering timidly at her surroundings. The pitch-black darkness was terrifying, making her body tremble.

"The legendary leg-hugging tactic."

"Don't provoke her—she's incredibly fierce."

The Hun Dun Ding and Hun Dun Huo hid behind Ye Chen, afraid that little Ruoxi might unleash another ridiculous halo. Their injuries had only just healed.

"Don't be afraid."

Ye Chen smiled gently, not wanting to startle Ruoxi. If the Hun Dun Ding and Hun Dun Huo couldn't handle it, he didn't want to see a repeat either—it was way too ferocious.

This time, he'd wised up and placed little Ruoxi inside a bronze furnace. To keep her from getting bored, he used his magical power to conjure a fluffy little rabbit and a few beautiful butterflies.

The little girl was innocently joyful, her small steps wobbly as she scampered about, occasionally letting out giggles in her childish voice. She looked utterly adorable.

Ye Chen turned his gaze away and continued on his path.

Surprisingly, afterward, with Ruoxi awake, she didn't cry anymore, didn't say any strange things, and no halos appeared. She just ran around wildly in the bronze furnace.

"Awake is good, awake is safe."

The Hun Dun Ding said solemnly, stating a profound truth.

Zing!

By then, Ye Chen had already drawn the Emperor Sword.

In the darkness ahead, demonic qi was flowing out.

Upon closer inspection, it was E Mo again, and there were many of them. Ye Chen had seen this kind of clustered situation too often, but this time the group was even larger—millions strong.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect."

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect."

Ye Chen and the Saint War Dharma Body spoke in unison, one on the left and one on the right, both unleashing the group attack immortal technique. For a massive crowd like this, it was the most straightforward method.

Zing! Zing!

Billions of immortal swords rang out, their golden light dazzling. This killing technique depended on who wielded it, and when the Saint Body used it, the power was devastating, crushing everything in its path.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The E Mo that hadn't reacted in time changed color instantly, cut down by a wave of sword rain before they knew what hit them, wiped out in droves.

However, some stood out, like the demon lords, who dodged the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect and used mysterious escape techniques to flee into the deeper darkness.

"Run? Where do you think you're going?"

The Hun Dun Shen Ding and Hun Dun Zhi Huo shouted loudly, already guarding the flanks. The escaping demon lords and generals met gruesome ends—some smashed by the great ding, others engulfed by the sea of chaotic fire. Their screams were more piercing than those of vengeful ghosts.

Buzz! Buzz!

The heavenly thunder wasn't idle either, having transformed into human form, holding a thunder god bow in one hand and a thunder god arrow in the other, with impeccable aim—one arrow, one blood flower.

Zing!

The Xian Wu Emperor Sword flew out of Ye Chen's hand, charging into the midst of the E Mo and attacking on its own. Supported by Ye Chen's magical artifacts, its emperor might destroyed heaven and earth, turning hordes of E Mo to ash.

This wasn't a war; it was a one-sided massacre.

Ye Chen was the fiercest, activating his Ba Ti outer manifestation and propping up the Hun Dun great realm. He charged straight into the thickest crowds, surrounded by the Eight Heavenly Dragons, leaving mountains of corpses in his wake.

The screams eventually faded away.

The clustered E Mo had vanished completely, over ninety percent slaughtered and their souls scattered, with the remaining less than ten percent fleeing into the surrounding darkness.

That was the nature of E Mo—they were suppressed in the various heavens, without magic pillars to support them, and weakened, far from their peak state. In front of the Saint Body, they were like ants.

Ye Chen set off again, continuing his search.

For the next two months, the killing went on nonstop.

By the third month, he arrived at the Ling Xiao Bao Dian.

The ruined grand hall was as majestic as ever, making anyone standing before it feel like a mere ant. Even at half-step great accomplishment, he was oppressed to the point of breathlessness.

After so many years, entering the grand hall again brought a different state of mind. The stronger a person became, the heavier the pressure they felt—the aura was overwhelmingly vast.

In a hall like this, even an emperor might not be able to move it. The ancient Emperor Huang had once come here and secretly tried, but the outcome was embarrassingly futile.

"I'm back."

Ye Chen smiled, as if greeting it.

His greeting received no response from the Ling Xiao Bao Dian. It was covered in dust, having endured countless ages and witnessed endless changes of seas and mulberry fields.

"Come on, come out and play."

The clever Ye Chen summoned little Ruoxi.

Buzz!

The moment Ruoxi emerged, the entire hall trembled with a buzz, startling the Hun Dun Ding and Hun Dun Huo, who had just come out, to quickly retreat back into the Xiao Jie.

As for Ye Chen, he nearly lost his footing and stumbled.

The hall's tremor was enormous, with surging majestic aura cascading down in strands, each as heavy as a mountain. Ancient visions manifested one after another—immortal mists enveloped everything, clouds swirled around, and the prosperity of ancient times seemed to reappear.

Little Ruoxi was terrified and hugged Ye Chen's leg tightly.

Buzz! Buzz!

Her hug only made things worse. The already shaking Ling Xiao Dian trembled even more violently, with the copper pillars buzzing and entire sections of bricks and tiles falling.

"What's with the fuss?"

"We didn't steal anything!"

The Hun Dun Ding shouted from inside the Xiao Jie, and the Hun Dun Huo did the same, cursing loudly with no shortage of volume, though neither dared to come out.

Ye Chen shook his head.

Just moments ago, a fallen brick had hit him squarely on the head, painfully so, and what was scary was the aura lingering on that brick.

In such a scene, little Ruoxi hugged even tighter.

The tighter she hugged, the more fiercely the Ling Xiao Dian shook, as if she were truly its master from ancient times, a queen who once dominated the nine heavens. Her dignity could not be violated, and hugging a little quasi-emperor was seen by the Ling Xiao Bao Dian as a defilement.

It wasn't until a long while later that the hall gradually fell silent, occasionally trembling lightly, as if in excitement or sorrow, with some faint intelligence lurking in the shadows.

Seeing this, the Hun Dun Ding and Hun Dun Huo finally emerged, hovering beside Ye Chen, ready at any moment to dart back into the Xiao Jie. This hall was just too eerie.

"I... I've come to take you home."

Little Ruoxi hid behind Ye Chen, peeking out with half her head, speaking timidly and innocently. After saying it, she ducked back behind him.

Heaven and earth could attest, these words weren't her idea—they were taught to her by someone before they came. As for who that someone was, it was the tenth emperor of Da Chu.

Ye Chen was quite sneaky about it. Some things were better said by Ruoxi than by him, and seeing how excited the Ling Xiao Bao Dian was, having her say it was most fitting.