Chapter 2801: Her Dance

It was still that black hole, crowded with the most powerful peak experts.

For a long time, no one spoke. Their eyes showed only frustration and shock.

That halo of light was truly terrifying.

The ones who felt it most deeply were Ye Chen and Wutian Jianzun. Ye Chen had been knocked over three times by the halo, while Wutian Jianzun had been sent flying twice.

As for Hong Chen and Liu Dao, they had both been sealed away. They were in the worst shape—not from the halo, but from being beaten by Ruoxi. Liu Dao had tried to protect her but couldn't escape the disaster; he got caught up in it too. The young Ruoxi, without any consciousness, showed no mercy to anyone, striking whoever approached regardless of their status.

"Be careful this time."

Ye Chen was the first to stand up. He was covered in injuries and didn't have time to sit and heal; he needed to get young Ruoxi back first, or greater trouble might arise.

All the Quasi-Emperors rose and headed straight into the depths.

Fortunately, they didn't encounter any more halos of extinction along the way. Not just the others—even Ye Chen had been scared by them. It was lucky his foundation was deep enough; any ordinary peak Quasi-Emperor would have collapsed long ago. Those halos carried pure destruction.

"Have you seen the strange phenomena in the various heavens?"

Sheng Zun walked alongside Ye Chen, turning to ask.

"It's mostly related to Ruoxi."

Ye Chen took a deep breath. It wasn't just mostly—it was definitely connected. Certain events proved it: every time Ruoxi changed, unusual phenomena appeared in the heavens. If there was no link, no one would believe it.

"Her being this strong—who knows if it's a blessing or a curse."

Donghuang Taixin sighed with melancholy. A peerless expert who showed no mercy to kin could spell disaster for anyone nearby if she went berserk. Hong Chen and Liu Dao were prime examples.

Most people were curious about Ruoxi's identity. How could such a young girl possess such fearsome power? What kind of divine being was she?

Ye Chen probably knew, but he didn't say anything.

In that instant, everyone came to a sudden stop.

In the distant darkness, they could see Ruoxi's figure, like an ice sculpture standing motionless. Mysterious phenomena flickered around her, faintly visible even from afar. They could hear the sounds of the Great Dao, and a oppressive aura made even the Quasi-Emperors, including Ye Chen, struggle to breathe.

"She's grown up?"

Ye Chen was fine with it; he already knew about Ruoxi's situation.

But the Quasi-Emperors were stunned when they saw her form. Back in Grand Chu, she had been around two or three years old for so many ages. Who would have thought that after Ye Chen took her away, she had already become seven or eight?

"Be careful."

Ye Chen was the first to approach.

"Don't let that halo come again."

The Yanluo figures coughed dryly, each with an ultimate Dao weapon hanging above their heads, ready to escape at any moment. They had come this far with great effort and didn't want to be knocked into the endless darkness by the halo again.

Ye Chen moved with caution, and so did everyone else.

It wasn't until they were about ten zhang away that the Quasi-Emperors finally stood still. A few, like the Eighth Yanluo and the Ninth God General, looked ready to turn and run.

It wasn't without reason—they saw Ruoxi move.

Yes, she moved, stiffly turning her neck to glance south, then north, before falling back into silence, like an ice sculpture once more.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and lifted his foot.

But before his foot could land, Ruoxi moved again.

Her movement made all the peak experts want to move too, like startled birds. They couldn't bear to see young Ruoxi make even the slightest motion. If she moved, another halo might come, and they'd be knocked over again.

Fortunately, no halo appeared.

Then, they saw Ruoxi lightly brush her sleeve and step aside, beginning to dance right there.

Uh...

Everyone's mouths twitched. What kind of scene was this?

What followed was even stranger.

The eight-year-old Ruoxi grew visibly as she danced, her body transforming into immortal garments. She stopped at around twenty years old, becoming a pure and holy fairy enveloped in immortal radiance. Even strands of her hair were dyed with brilliant divine light. Though she was right in front of them, she seemed more distant than a dream, exuding an ancient and weathered aura. Her peerless elegance made the female Quasi-Emperors present pale in comparison—not because they weren't stunning, but because the grown Ruoxi carried an unmatched, supreme presence.

Ye Chen stared in a daze, his eyes misty. The twenty-year-old Ruoxi looked exactly like Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, and Wu Lei, as if they were quadruplets—equally beautiful, equally unparalleled.

If even he felt this way, the Quasi-Emperors were no different.

For a moment, they almost thought she was Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, or Wu Lei. She wasn't just similar; it was as if they were carved from the same mold—four identical people!

As they watched, young Ruoxi continued to dance. The black hole had no rhythm, but mysteriously, it seemed filled with heart-stirring flute melodies and ancient zither sounds. Phantom flower petals fell from the sky, showering down as she bathed in the rain of flowers and immortal light, like a dreamlike fairy.

Her dance was graceful and elegant, her wide sleeves flowing beautifully, enhancing her exquisite features. Everyone watched, utterly captivated.

"How beautiful, truly beautiful."

This remark echoed in Hengyue Sect.

Peaks were crowded with figures, all craning their necks toward Jade Maiden Peak, where a stunning performance was unfolding.

Chu Xuan and Chu Ling were dancing there too, their movements just as graceful. Every lift of their sleeves or bow of their bodies synchronized perfectly with young Ruoxi in the black hole.

"They've started dancing just like that?"

Shangguan Yuer's mouth fell open in surprise.

The other women were just as stunned. They had been embroidering under the old tree when Chu Xuan and Chu Ling suddenly stood up without a word and began to dance.

"How beautiful."

Nanming Yushu smiled charmingly. As a former master of flower dances with unmatched skill, she hadn't realized Chu Xuan and Chu Ling hid such talent. Compared to them, she fell far short.

"I didn't know Mom had this hidden talent."

Ye Ling chuckled, holding a memory crystal to capture every moment. She planned to learn it herself for future adventures—to use for tricking and teasing, of course.

"That guy is missing out!"

Xiyan giggled.

The "guy" she meant was Ye Chen. Such a beautiful dance, and he wasn't home to see it. If he were, he'd probably get all poetic—or something more.

"What fine beauties, but they've been taken by that pig."

Similar sighs rose from various peaks.

That "pig" referred to Ye Chen. He had claimed so many lovely partners, one after another, and it was all a waste.

"This is a bit strange!"

At Tianxuan Gate's water screen, Ren Wang said, hands clasped.

Staying with him was Yue Huang, her beautiful eyes narrowed. She wasn't just watching Chu Xuan and Chu Ling's dance; she was observing their expressions. Why did they both look so emotionless? Ling Che's eyes seemed vacant, and their stunning faces carried a hint of woodenness.

"Hey, sis, why don't you give us a performance too?"

The clueless old man rubbed his hands with a lecherous grin, never having seen Yue Huang dance before.

But Yue Huang slapped him so hard she sent him flying from Tianxuan Gate all the way out of the various heavens, leaving his old face twisted and half-paralyzed.

"Bravo!"

Cheers erupted like ocean waves at Hengyue Sect.

Bored folks were everywhere, with the starry sky in chaos, everyone cooped up at home looking for entertainment—like watching the Holy Body's beautiful wives dance. It was absolutely eye-catching.

The peak experts in the black hole knew nothing of this; they were completely drawn in by Ruoxi's dance. Her movements, like her very being, held an ancient magic that made it impossible to look away.

"I wonder if she has a husband."

"I think I'd match her pretty well."

"What can I do? I've fallen for her."

The old lechers started chattering again, their eyes gleaming. Especially those without wives, who were getting carried away just watching.

"Her dance... it feels familiar, like I've seen it before."

Ye Chen murmured softly, lost in the enchantment.