Chapter 2855: Equilibrium Point

Ye Chen opened his eyes, looking at his shattered arms, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, a slightly awkward expression on his face.

It seemed grasping a bit of the essence of time and space didn’t mean he could find that elusive balance point. If he could find it, great; if not, he’d just have to endure the explosions. Time and space weren’t that easy to comprehend.

"The direction is good." Ming Di said meaningfully.

Time and space were inherently tied to time and space itself; the hard part was that balance point.

He still remembered how miserable he was when he first comprehended time and space back in the day. Getting blown up was minor—the real agony was the backlash.

How to put it? Without dozens of attempts, without hundreds of years of searching, without thousands of years of contemplation, it was basically impossible to grasp time and space. Even many emperors couldn't touch that realm, let alone quasi-emperors.

Dao Zu felt this deeply.

In terms of combat power, Ming Di might not surpass him; in terms of Dao comprehension, Ming Di might not measure up either. But when it came to understanding time and space, Dao Zu still fell short compared to Ming Di.

Not to mention anything else, just take the cross-time-space kill technique—he still hadn't fully figured it out.

If he had to pick an emperor for a one-on-one fight, he’d rather face Xuan Yuan than Ming Di, simply because the cross-time-space kill was impossible to guard against. It often led to mutual destruction, or even mutual annihilation.

It could change history—who lives and who dies was uncertain.

Such emperors were the most troublesome.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle in the black hole raged on fiercely.

The assaults from the heavenly demons and calamity demons were as ferocious as ever, each one a frenzied madman with no regard for their lives. They were wearing down the peak experts, and with so many of them, they showed no fear. Hei Pao Di’s move was truly ruthless—it was all about exhausting them.

Inside the formation, Ye Chen had already stood up, lifting his mangled arms. On a normal day, he could quickly regenerate them.

But today, the healing process was extremely slow.

He understood it was due to that terrifying power. Although he hadn’t fully woven time and space together, it was still connected to them, and his regenerative forces were mostly counteracted by that power.

Still, he managed to condense his arms back.

On the altar, he stroked his chin as he paced back and forth, his thoughts turning to Hei Pao Di.

Logically, as a mid-tier emperor, Hei Pao Di’s Dao roots and life source should have been recoverable after being severed. The reason they weren't regenerated was likely related to taboo forces—perhaps time, or reincarnation, or even time and space.

So, the one who severed Hei Pao Di’s Dao roots and life source must have used a taboo power, and at an extremely high level of comprehension. It was so advanced that even a mid-tier emperor couldn’t regenerate, not because he wasn't strong enough, but because he hadn't mastered that domain. To regenerate his life source and Dao roots, he'd first need to fully comprehend those laws.

His guess was completely accurate. If Hei Pao Di were here, his face would surely be twisted in rage.

Ten thousand years ago, Di Zun used the power of reincarnation to sever his Dao roots and life source. With no understanding of reincarnation, Hei Pao Di found it impossible to regenerate.

Unless, of course, he could comprehend reincarnation himself.

Unfortunately, after ten thousand years, he hadn't grasped anything.

His predicament was the same as that of Di Huang and Hong Yan.

In the trio from the heavens, those two were complete, but the third one wasn't. He only had a body without a head. He was clearly alive, yet couldn't regenerate his head, and it involved a kind of taboo power.

Unlike Hei Pao Di, this headless one had been struck by the power of time. Not only was his head severed, but his consciousness had also been backlashed, leaving him in a daze to this day.

As for who severed his head, it was an old acquaintance of Di Zun.

Well, that would be Mo Tian Di.

In the great battle ten thousand years ago, Mo Tian Di had participated but couldn’t change anything—the opposing forces were too vast.

He and Hei Pao Di were in the same boat of misfortune: one hit by Di Zun’s reincarnation immortal technique, the other by Mo Tian Di’s time divine ability. He couldn't regenerate his Dao roots and life source, and the other couldn't regenerate his head.

The regret was that, whether Hong Yan or Di Huang, neither had fully comprehended the laws of time. If they understood even a bit of the essence, they might have been able to help regenerate that head.

On the altar, Ye Chen continued pacing back and forth.

During this time, many quasi-emperors glanced sideways at him. You're awfully relaxed, aren't you? Strolling around like that—why not come over and lend a hand? We're fighting here, and you're just wandering about. Is that appropriate?

It was appropriate.

That would be Ye Chen’s answer. A bunch of small fries—you can handle them. Just put in the effort you usually waste on chit-chat, and you can definitely repel the heavenly demons and calamity demons.

"After becoming an emperor, bloodlines really are just for show!"

Ye Chen muttered as he walked.

No matter how strong your origin, no matter how dominant your bloodline, hit you with a reincarnation slash or a time-space chop, and the whole world goes quiet.

To put it bluntly, an emperor with an ordinary bloodline who has comprehended reincarnation would likely beat an emperor with a chaos bloodline who knows nothing about it. In a fight between the two, the chaos bloodline emperor would probably end up quite embarrassed.

Hei Pao Di was a bloody example of this—his bloodline was dominant, but it didn't do him any good.

"Before becoming an emperor, you compete with bloodlines; after becoming an emperor, you compete with comprehension."

"Hmm, that makes sense."

As he walked, Ye Chen uttered this truth, even pondering whether to abandon the sacred body origin and try breaking through to the emperor realm with an ordinary bloodline.

That way, he wouldn't be stuck at the great accomplishment stage, hemming and hawing.

"Become an emperor with an ordinary bloodline, and then fuse with the sacred body origin?"

This guy stroked his chin again, thinking it seemed feasible.

It was indeed feasible.

But ideals are beautiful, and reality is mischievous.

If this method worked, the sacred body predecessors would have thought of it. Since they did think of it but no one succeeded, that proved everything.

Emperor Dao power and sacred body origin were inherently repelling. An emperor couldn't fuse with the sacred body origin.

The only way to become a sacred body emperor was one path: achieve emperor status as a sacred body.

"Boss, you're going off track." The Chaos Cauldron buzzed, pulling Ye Chen back from his thoughts. Just focus on comprehending time and space—why are you wandering further afield? What's the point of thinking about this?

Ye Chen cleared his throat and returned to the right path, casting aside distractions and continuing to comprehend time and space.

Once again, he extended his hands, one holding a thought of eternity and the other performing shrinking the ground into an inch. He slowly brought the two hands together.

Pfft!

Blood splattered as his just-clasped hands exploded again. This time, the backlash was even worse—not just his hands and arms burst, but his shoulders as well, with blood and bones flying everywhere. He staggered back, slamming into a copper pillar with a resounding clang that was quite pleasing.

"It's starting to look like self-mutilation." The God of Creation glanced over briefly, knowing Ye Chen was comprehending time and space, but the process seemed a bit bloody. Each attempt was more explosive than the last—if he kept this up, he might end up blowing himself to ashes next time.

Precisely because of this, it proved how terrifying time and space were. To comprehend it, you had to be prepared for body and soul destruction. In his memory, there were far too many such examples.

This path wasn't easy, but if you succeeded, it would be impressive.

Here, Ye Chen had already sat down, his bones cracking as he fully regenerated his sacred body.

He'd always known time and space were hard to comprehend and had a certain resolve. If it were that easy, emperors would be embarrassed.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Outside the altar, the black masses of heavenly demons and calamity demons were like they’d been injected with stimulants, attacking relentlessly without retreating. They wouldn't stop until they took the altar—it wasn't that they didn't want to retreat; they didn't dare. Hei Pao Di had given a death order: anyone who took a step back would have their soul scattered.

They were just a group of unfortunate souls, a bunch of unlucky kids pitted by a great emperor.

The black hole's vibrations were massive, affecting the heavens as well.

That stretch of starry sky had gathered quite a crowd, both elders and juniors, all craning their necks with furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, shock, or confusion.

"You reckon that pitch-black black hole keeps having all these issues? It's buzzing every few days."

"The world of the strong is beyond us."

"Hope nothing goes wrong."

Discussions buzzed everywhere. Unable to enter the black hole, they had no idea what was happening, and the crowd kept growing, all pointing at the vast expanse.

As they watched, a hand suddenly extended from the void, sweeping over the crowd.

That hand was, of course, Ye Chen’s.

Since he could freely enter and exit the black hole, he could clearly see the starry sky. Casually, he grabbed a few helpers.

The people he brought in were all peak experts: Shi Zu Jiang Chen, the male eternal body, Hua Hua Xian Wang, Jiang Tai Xu, Feng Huang, and others.

"This..."

The newcomers all frowned at the sight, knowing the disturbance was significant but not realizing the lineup was this massive. Were the heavenly demons and calamity demons out of their minds, swarming to attack this altar?

Speaking of this altar, it was truly extraordinary—not just large, but incredibly sturdy. The emperor Dao patterns carved on it showed it was of a high level.

Without much thought, the quasi-emperors immediately joined the battle.

Ye Chen glanced at the starry sky and saw no more peak-level experts, so he withdrew his gaze. Whether there were or weren’t, it didn’t make much difference.

Though the heavenly demons and calamity demons had a huge force, they couldn’t break through this altar. Without the demon pillars for support and under the heavens' suppression, they were far from their peak state.

As he comprehended time and space again, his mind grew calmer, no longer recklessly seeking the time-space balance point. He fell into deep meditation.

From a distance, the scene was amusing.

If you had to say who was the most relaxed, it was him. All the quasi-emperors were fighting, yet he alone sat with one hand propping up his cheek, lost in thought.

"This guy deserves a lightning strike." Tian Lao turned back and said earnestly.

This lightning, I won't take the blame.

Though Ye Chen didn't turn around, his expression clearly conveyed that. If you all had run faster earlier, would we even have this mess?

Besides, it's rare to have such excitement—getting some exercise is good. The more heavenly demons and calamity demons that come, the better—it saves us the trouble of searching the black hole later.

As for me, I'm not idle—I'm comprehending the Dao. We need to think about moving this altar out. You can't move it, so it'll have to be me, and I need to heal my Dao wounds first.

So, keep me safe, and we'll all be better off.

The logic of the tenth emperor of Great Chu was flawless.

Amid the rumbling, he slightly closed his eyes.

The next instant, when he opened them, they were Chaos Eyes.

Then, he closed them again.

When he opened them once more, they were Reincarnation Eyes.

And so, he kept fluttering his eyes, switching between Chaos Eyes and Reincarnation Eyes.

After about ten breaths, he stopped.

Now, looking at his eyes, one was a Reincarnation Eye and the other a Chaos Eye.

Not just the quasi-emperors, but even Tian and Ming emperors stroked their beards as they watched: This trick is quite impressive.

Ye Chen wasn't just performing a trick—it was actually useful.

Both of these heaven-defying immortal eyes involved taboo powers. The Six Paths Reincarnation Eye was somewhat connected to time and space, and the mixed reincarnation eye was likely the same.