Chapter 2830: Relics Reopen

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The starry sky trembled amidst the rumbling, carrying with it cries of agony.

The Hong Huang clan was once again facing extermination. The grand armies of Zhu Tian followed Ye Chen, advancing and slaughtering along the way, wiping out countless races. Blood gradually stained the starry sky.

"The Emperor's Eye Realm, truly formidable."

Trailing far behind Ye Chen, Tian Lao and Di Lao both sighed in admiration. They had heard Ren Wang mention it before and hadn't quite believed it, but now they truly did. The Hong Huang, which was so hard to find in normal times, now appeared one after another at his beck and call, some even with Emperor Dao inheritances.

"I told you, the Dharma Body wouldn't vanish without reason."

The Fifth Shen Jiang held his immortal sword, a smile on his face. With Ye Chen present, it brought comfort to their souls. At the very least, at certain moments, they could see the shadow of Di Zun in him, and that was enough.

"He's an expert at deception, trickery, and kidnapping."

"Getting us to take the blame is his standard practice."

"Being his Shen Jiang means constantly being schemed against."

The Sixth Shen Jiang was in a chatty mood, sticking close to Di Xuan and rambling endlessly. He recounted all the improper deeds Di Zun had done in the past, laying them out clearly.

Di Xuan felt a bit embarrassed — why did she need the Shen Jiang to tell her? After all, that was her brother; how could she not know? That personality was exactly like Ye Chen's. Sneaking peeks at fairy maidens bathing was as commonplace as daily routine for him.

Unfortunately, her playful brother never brought a sister-in-law home before he passed away. In this regard, Ye Chen utterly surpassed him. Just look at Ye Chen's wives; they were all beautiful as flowers, each one stunning.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The slaughter continued, piling up mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This campaign lasted three months.

By the fourth month, the purge finally paused temporarily — not because they stopped searching, but because there was nothing left to find. The Zhu Tian was vast; even a great emperor might spend a lifetime without traversing it all. Though Ye Chen was gradually gaining insights into the Emperor Dao, he wasn't an emperor yet. To hunt down every last Hong Huang would take until his dying day.

The grand armies of Zhu Tian finally set off on their return journey.

There was joyous laughter and cheering, for with a half-step Dacheng figure like Ye Chen presiding, they could hold their ground in Zhu Tian.

As for the Hong Huang clan, they dared not show their faces. Even the old veterans on the verge of becoming emperors kept a low profile. Ye Chen's words weren't just empty threats; Shen Yi Wang was a bloody example. One foot already in the emperor's gate, he was dragged out by Ye Chen, not only destroying himself but also dooming his entire clan.

"Seal yourselves away!"

Many clan emperors issued such orders.

With Ye Chen around, the Hong Huang would struggle to turn the tide for endless ages to come. All they could do was wait and hide, biding their time until Ye Chen was gone from the world and the Hong Huang had fully recovered, before they had a chance to strike back.

It's fair to say their hiding skills were quite profound. The starry sky was immense, with countless stars; any speck of dust could conceal a Hong Huang ancestral land.

This was also why Ye Chen stopped searching — it was like finding a needle in a haystack, too time-consuming. Better to use that time for enlightenment, which would yield more tangible results.

From some point onward, more and more people headed to Da Chu. Many came to visit, and quite a few brought lightning essence, no longer holding back. Everyone wanted to help Ye Chen fuse the Hun Chaos Thunder, hoping the Tenth Emperor of Da Chu would achieve Dacheng in the shortest time possible.

Ye Chen welcomed them all. His heavenly thunder was delighted too, absorbing one bolt after another, inching ever closer to the Hun Chaos Thunder. But everyone knew that to produce the Hun Chaos Thunder, it needed to merge with the Tai Chu Shen Lei.

Regrettably, the Tai Chu Shen Lei was unyielding and uncooperative.

The night on Yu Nu Peak was peaceful and serene.

Ye Chen and the others paid respects to the Hu Xian, then sat under the old tree, using their primordial spirit power to nurture Bei Sheng's spirit. After several months, the flame-like spark, once no bigger than a grain of rice, had grown to the size of a fingernail, with even more vitality flourishing.

The next day, Ye Chen left again, entering the spatial black hole.

The following decade would be incredibly long.

Throughout those ten years, he never emerged. In the spatial black hole, he sought out the Tian Mo and E Mo, while also pursuing enlightenment, walking the path of the Jian Zun. He embraced solitude, comprehending in the darkness, and at times would stop, standing motionless for ages.

In those ten years, nothing major happened in Zhu Tian — it was a time of recuperation. The only significant event was the older generations triggering their emperor tribulations, yet not a single one succeeded in proving the Dao. One after another, they fell on the emperor's path.

Sometimes, people wondered why Shen Yi Wang could pass through it. Without Ye Chen, he likely would have become an emperor. But when it came to the people of Zhu Tian undergoing tribulations, each one died more tragically, leaving behind endless regrets and resentment.

"It's really a matter of legendary character flaws."

Many asked this.

Clearly, it wasn't.

Achieving emperorship depended on oneself as well as fate — heaven's timing, earth's advantage, and human harmony, all indispensable. That Shen Yi Wang of the past was probably a favored child of destiny.

Still on Yu Nu Peak, bathed in starlight and moonlight.

Tonight, a graceful figure appeared on Yu Nu Peak — it was Jiu Li Mu Xue. After ten years of nurturing her spirit, she had finally formed a primordial spirit and remolded her physical body.

From death to rebirth, the Bei Sheng of today far surpassed her former self. Her pure immortal power was holy and pure, awakening many hidden strengths, and her cultivation soared steadily.

"From now on, this will be home."

Nan Ming Yu Shu smiled gently.

Jiu Li Mu Xue smiled radiantly. Having died and been reborn felt like a dream. Returning to the world after decades, her state of mind was unimaginable. Gazing at Yu Nu Peak, at the mountains, rivers, grasses, and trees here, she felt immense warmth. This was the sacred place she had longed for, all because of a man named Ye Chen. The unfulfilled wish from before her death was now finally realized.

"If he were here, he would surely be overjoyed."

Liu Ru Yan spoke with a light smile.

The women all looked up at the vast sky.

That "he" referred, of course, to Ye Chen. He had been away for another ten years. His life had mostly been spent on the road, shouldering some kind of mission, traveling through wind and dust.

The night grew deeper.

Under the old tree, only Ji Ning Shuang and Bei Sheng remained.

One was the foremost beauty of Dong Huang, the other the foremost beauty of Bei Yue. One carved wood figures, the other embroidered handkerchiefs. The wood figures were carved for him, the handkerchiefs embroidered for him. Under the moonlight, the two were serene and pure.

"Yao Chi, you won't hate me, will you?"

Jiu Li Mu Xue suddenly asked.

"Don't say foolish things."

Ji Ning Shuang smiled. It was Bei Sheng who had saved Ye Chen; she was grateful and had no time for hate. She didn't care how many women Ye Chen had. As long as he was alive, that was enough.

The night passed quietly.

In the early morning, before the first hint of red dawn appeared in the east, the aroma of food wafted from Yu Nu Peak.

"By my estimate, that guy is back."

From a distance, Xiong Er caught the scent, his plump nose twitching. Ye Chen's cooking skills were top-notch in Zhu Tian, unmatched.

Glancing at his own pot, which had turned into a mushy porridge, he felt inadequate.

Indeed, Young Master Ye had returned. He hadn't woken anyone, truly living up to being a good family man. He went to Tian Xuan Gate to see Chu Xuan and the others, and upon returning to Heng Yue, his first task was to make breakfast for his wives and children. He seemed to enjoy this kind of peace, so touching and serene.

Creak!

Soon, the door opened, and Bei Sheng was the first to step out, tears in her eyes. Since her revival, this was her first time seeing Ye Chen, now as his wife.

"Come over and chop vegetables."

"Okay."

A simple exchange, and both smiled. No need for many words; some feelings were naturally bound.

Creak!

Doors opened one after another as beautiful women stretched and emerged from their rooms, drawn by the scent of food.

The scene at the stove was heartwarming: one person cooking, many helping. The old folks watching felt envious. Ye Chen was a genius in battle and equally skilled at winning hearts.

This peaceful life began today.

For three full years, Ye Chen didn't leave. Every three days, he would visit Chu Xuan and Chu Ling. At night, he paid respects to Hu Xian; in the morning, he cooked for his wives and children. The mighty Huang Gu Sheng Ti had distanced himself from the world's chaos.

People are greedy, and Ye Chen was no exception.

This ordinary life was hard-won, a gentle haven that made one reluctant to leave.

No one disturbed him, especially the old folks. Unless something major happened, they wouldn't drop by, nor would they remind him to enter the spatial black hole. At his age of a thousand years, the young Sheng Ti deserved a good rest.

In the fourth year, Ye Chen fell into a deep sleep, without any warning.

For this, many peak experts came to check.

"Di Zun's Dharma Body."

Ren Wang hit the nail on the head, seeing through it at a glance. Ye Chen's sleep wasn't for enlightenment; it was due to the fusion of Di Zun's Dharma Body. There was no major issue, but as for when he would wake, Ren Wang couldn't give a definite answer.

In the fifth year, Yao Chi fell asleep too.

Unlike Ye Chen, she was entering a dream for enlightenment.

"Come on, let's share the bed."

Xi Yan was quite understanding and placed the two on the same bed. One was in deep sleep, the other in dream enlightenment, oblivious to the outside world — it was truly sharing a bed. If not for Nan Ming Yu Shu holding her back, Xi Yan might have stripped them both naked. After all, as husband and wife, why wear clothes to sleep?

The sixth year arrived quietly.

Boom!

In the tranquil night, a booming sound echoed through the starry sky, waking many from their dreams.

That night, many people left their ancient stars and headed toward the source of the boom to investigate.

From afar, they saw a sea of Hun Chaos, hazy and ethereal, with a massive gate standing in it. Mysterious power flowed from it, ancient and vast, exuding grandeur.

"Tian Tian Zun's Yi Ji?"

The people were astonished, thinking they might be seeing things.

"It only opens once every eight hundred years, and the time isn't right yet!"

Watching the images from there, Tian Lao in Tian Xuan Gate raised an eyebrow. "In this era of changes, anything can happen."

Ren Wang's response was spot-on. The all-knowing one said that divination had lost its effectiveness. For some strange events, if they couldn't be explained, just attribute it to the Emperor Dao changes.

Don't say it, the Quasi Emperors all believed it. This era was full of variables; even a Tian Zun Yi Ji that opened once every eight hundred years starting early wasn't impossible.

That night, Zhu Tian was quite lively.

Hearing that the Tian Zun Yi Ji had reopened, many flocked there. Inside remained many lingering intents, and seeking them out meant opportunities. It could even lead to heaven-defying fortunes.

That very night, people went in, mostly the younger generation.

Like Zi Di Zhi Zi, Tai Yin Tai Yang, Jiu You Mo Ti, Zi Fu Xian Ti, Xian Tian Dao Ti, Zhang Zi Fan, Xiao Man Wang, Lie Huo Zhan Ti — they all went in. None of them had entered a Tian Zun Yi Ji before.

"By my estimate, it'll get lively inside."

The old folks stroked their beards. That bunch of young rascals couldn't gather without fighting. These years, they'd spar at the drop of a hat.

"We won't go in to join the fun."

In the distance, Ri Yue Shen Zi, Dong Zhou Wu Wang, and the various Di Zi chuckled, each holding a wine flask.

They still remembered the last time they went in and had a proper brawl with the Hong Huang clans. That battle left the Hong Huang with heavy losses, countless buried in the thunder tribulations.

Of course, Zhu Tian had casualties too, like Dong Shen Yao Chi, who fell at the gate of the Tian Zun Yi Ji, killed by the Zhu Xian Jian. That enraged Ye Chen, leading him to slaughter many Hong Huang Di Zi, nearly wiping them out completely.

"The Hong Huang probably won't dare show up, and there's no Zhu Xian Jian."

Wu Ji Di Zi laughed. Some of his clan's descendants had gone in too; no need for him to protect them. It was just a trial. They were all from Zhu Tian; some sparring was inevitable, but it wouldn't turn into a fight to the death.

"Tian Qian and Tian Sha have arrived too."

Tian Que Di Zi remarked, drawing everyone's gaze.

In a corner of the starry sky, Ye Fan and Yang Lan arrived together, a perfect match. They entered the Tian Zun Yi Ji side by side, seeking opportunities and wanting to see the path their predecessors had walked.

"Behave yourselves inside; there are masters beyond masters."

"Sparring is fine, but don't kill."

"If you encounter Hong Huang people, exterminate them on the spot."

Across the starry sky, figures flowed like streams as many elders, each with two or three juniors, gave their final instructions. The Tian Zun Yi Ji offered both opportunities and dangers; everyone going in knew that well.

The younger generation grew impatient, barely listening before scattering like divine lights, flying into the Tian Zun Yi Ji. Everything there was novel to them.

The Hun Chaos Ti came too, bringing a young girl with him.

That little girl was likely his disciple, with an unusual bloodline and high talent. Still, compared to Ye Fan, she fell short by more than a star or two.

Unlike the others, Hun Chaos Ti's gaze toward the Tian Zun Yi Ji was complex. No one could guess his thoughts — not even Tai Shang Lao Jun and the others. When he came from Tian Jie, he had a mission, and only he knew what it was. Dao Zu had told only him, and it seemed related to that Yi Ji.

"Why don't we see that little black fatty?"

The old folks standing at the Tian Zun Yi Ji gate stroked their chins. So many young prodigies had gone to join the excitement; Tang San Shao should be there too.

Speaking of Tang San Shao, he was sprawled on a stone in front of Ling Xiao Bao Dian, sound asleep. At first glance, he looked like a dark lump, but on closer inspection, you could tell it was a person.

Buzz! Buzz!

Because of him, the Ling Xiao Dian trembled occasionally, perhaps wondering how he could be so dark! Though puzzled, there was deeper meaning; they could see the hidden bloodline power in the little black fatty. In other words, that dark lump could activate his bloodline limits at will, making him quite a talent.

With a gentle breeze, Ye Ling woke in the hall. She had been in seclusion long enough and stretched lazily.

"Mom, I'm going out for a stroll."

The little girl giggled, glanced at Chu Xuan and Chu Ling, and dashed out of the hall. After twenty or thirty years in seclusion, she was thoroughly stir-crazy — the little troublemaker of the world.

"Hey! You're awake."

Tang San Shao sat up, his eyes bright and shiny.

"It's so comfortable outside."

Ye Ling stretched, feeling quite relaxed.

"Quick, quick, the Tian Zun Yi Ji has opened."

In the air, many from Tian Xuan Gate flew overhead, their voices noisy. They were in groups of three or five, heading straight for the starry sky.

"Tian Zun Yi Ji?"

Ye Ling touched her chin, and as she did, she glanced at Tang San Shao. That little black fatty was also touching his chin. The two exchanged looks and shared a tacit understanding.

With so many people going to the Tian Zun Yi Ji, if they ambushed them one by one, they could make a fortune. Knocking people out was something the two had done often before.

"Time to stir things up."

The two took to the skies and headed for the Tian Zun Yi Ji.

"By my estimate, the Yi Ji will get even livelier."

Watching their departing figures, the old folks spoke meaningfully. The treasured daughter of the Sheng Ti teaming up with Tang San Shao rarely led to anything good.

But they didn't notice that the moment Ye Ling left Da Chu, a flash of seven-colored light flickered on her — gone in an instant.

That was the Zhu Tian Jian.

Ye Ling had been in seclusion for twenty or thirty years, and it had recovered significantly. For this trip to the Tian Zun Yi Ji, it would prepare a great gift for Ye Chen. If it slaughtered all of Zhu Tian's new generation, that would be truly wonderful.