Chapter 2879: Chaos Samsara Eyes

Chapter 2879: Hundun Lunhui Eyes

That night, Ye Chen returned to Yunu Peak.

Ye Ling was already awake, sitting quietly under the old tree. Her long hair was tied up, and she still looked like a young scholar. At some point, she had taken up wood carving. What she had once found boring, she now understood as a path to enlightenment.

Ye Chen sat down, his expression gentle.

"Old Dad, will Jiu Niang and the others come back?"

"They will."

After this brief exchange, Ye Ling lowered her head and resumed her carving. She was sculpting a figure of Yang Lan. Decades had passed, yet she still felt a pang of guilt, offering sacrifices every day, whether in Zhuxian Town or on Yunu Peak.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and focused on comprehending the power of time and space.

Boom! Rumble!

For many days afterward, the vast starry sky remained unsettled. Thunderous booms echoed almost daily, all originating from fluctuations on the Taigu Road. Cracks appeared from time to time, and from them descended Tianmo, along with occasional E Mo. Their numbers ranged from a few thousand to several hundred thousand, and their fate was easily predictable—they were all annihilated by the forces of the heavens.

During this period, Ye Chen opened his eyes multiple times but did not join the battles. Instead, he observed through the divine sense he had inscribed in the stars, confirming that these were not proper passages but mere fissures. Since the last descent of the Tianmo Emperor, those arriving in the heavens were primarily ordinary demon soldiers and generals.

The situations in the Tianming and E realms were similar, if not more straightforward—the emperors there would erase them with a single palm.

As time passed, the cracks multiplied, and so did the number of Tianmo and E Mo descending upon the three realms. The cultivators of the heavens killed them with relish, while the emperors of Tianming and E grew increasingly grim.

More cracks meant the Taigu Road was becoming more unstable, potentially leading to even more arrivals in the future. Demon soldiers and generals were manageable, but emperor-level or Dacheng-level threats were troublesome. Tianming and E could handle them, but the heavens and the human realm, lacking a supreme sovereign, would struggle against even a peak emperor or a first-line Dacheng Shengti. Unless Ruoxi awakened.

Naturally, the two emperors held some hope.

If beings from the outer domains could fall into the heavens, then Di Huang and Hongyan might also return. It would be best if they ended up in the heavens, but if they fell into the Tianmo Domain, E Mo Domain, or Shengmo Domain, that would be disastrous.

Under the moonlight, Ye Chen sat as still as a statue.

This night was far from peaceful. Strange phenomena filled the sky above Yunu Peak—ethereal dao sounds enveloped Hengyue.

Countless people looked up, many tilting their heads in wonder, and others waking from their dreams. Seeing that it was Ye Chen, they had grown accustomed to it.

On Yunu Peak, Ye Ling saw it most clearly. In a few fleeting moments, she vaguely glimpsed three other figures overlapping with Ye Chen, though their features were indistinct.

"Anyone who's been through spatiotemporal turbulence is just different."

Xie Yun was also there, hands tucked in his sleeves, sighing endlessly. His insight wasn't shallow, and he could tell that the swirling around Ye Chen's sacred body was the law of time and space, profoundly mysterious.

He admitted he couldn't comprehend such laws. He hadn't even fully grasped time or space individually, let alone their combination. The gap between him and Ye Chen wasn't just in cultivation realm—it was in their understanding of the dao. In this lifetime, he was destined never to catch up.

As he watched, blood trickled from the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and his brows furrowed in pain.

He had been too hasty, accelerating his absorption of the spatiotemporal forces beyond what his body could endure, and suffered backlash as a result.

No one knew how vast the spatiotemporal power granted to him by the Hongchen Six Paths truly was—so immense that even a half-step Dacheng expert wouldn't dare fuse with it recklessly.

Only after a long while did Ye Chen's brows relax, and color returned to his pale face. It wasn't that he was rushing; he was desperate to bring back the group of quasi emperors. The flow of time differed between the heavens and the spatiotemporal turbulence—the longer the delay, the worse the outcome. If he didn't guide them back soon, those old veterans might die of old age there. In the turbulence, self-sealing was impossible.

That was why he wanted to fuse with the spatiotemporal power as quickly as possible, to comprehend more of its laws in the shortest time.

His worries were not unfounded.

The situation in the spatiotemporal turbulence was indeed dire. Collisions were the least of their problems; the real crisis was the aging quasi emperors with dwindling lifespans.

For instance, Ren Wang's hair had turned completely white.

Tian Lao showed even more signs of age, his old eyes growing cloudy.

And that was the better case. The Shen Jiangs were already surrounded by deathly aura, their lifespans ebbing away daily.

"You better hurry up, or don't bother coming at all."

Chu Jiang Wang grumbled wearily, his hair fully white and his back slightly hunched.

"Self-rescue is the true path."

Lao Jun said leisurely. Waiting for Ye Chen to save them could take forever; comprehending the spatiotemporal laws themselves was far more straightforward.

There were still reliable and talented quasi emperors among them—some had already grasped the spatiotemporal laws. Many others, though they hadn't fully comprehended them, had gained deep insights into time and space.

That night, the strange phenomena above Yunu Peak finally dissipated, and the heavenly dao sounds ceased.

Ye Chen awoke, and as he opened his eyes, Xie Yun couldn't help but stare in surprise.

Ye Ling reacted the same way, for Ye Chen's eyes were now a murky blend of chaos, etched with a Lunhui mark. It was like a Hundun Eye and a Lunhui Eye combined into one.

Those eyes were terrifying. Just one glance made Xie Yun's soul tremble, for they brimmed with destructive power.

"It's actually fused the Hundun Eye and the Lunhui Eye."

Dao Zu murmured softly.

Such a thing had no precedent in the heavens. The Lunhui Eye was one in a million across eternity, and the Hundun Eye was equally rare. Ye Chen was the only one to possess both, and now he had merged them—no one else could have done it. He had blazed a new trail.

"Hundun Lunhui Eye?"

Ming Di raised an eyebrow slightly.

One had to admit, Ye Chen was a master of eye techniques. He handled the Xianlun Eye expertly, the Lunhui Eye with ease, and the Hundun Eye just as well, to the point of fusing two types together.

The first Hundun Lunhui Eyes in history would undoubtedly be the most dominant among all special eyes. Not even the Lunhui Eye or Hundun Eye could compare, let alone other immortal or divine eyes.

If Hundun Lei was the supreme among thunder, then the Hundun Lunhui Eye was the sovereign among eyes.

Ye Chen sat quietly in meditation, unmoving for a long time, occasionally blinking his eyes. With one flutter, they became the Hundun Lunhui Eyes; with another, they returned to normal.

"That's enough showing off."

Xie Yun grumbled, having shifted from directly in front of Ye Chen to an angle, for every time the Hundun Lunhui Eyes opened, destructive forces stirred within them. He didn't dare look straight—even a glance made his soul quiver.

Ye Chen didn't respond; he was still sensing the power of the Hundun Lunhui Eyes. As their owner, he knew best how fearsome they were, making him feel a twinge of unease himself. They surpassed both the Hundun Eye and Lunhui Eye in might, though they consumed far more pupil energy than imagined.

Now, viewing the world through them, everything was crystal clear, more so than ever before. No secret concealment could escape his scrutiny. Using them to track the Honghuang Clan would be pinpoint accurate—especially since he possessed not only the Hundun Lunhui Eyes but also some emperor-level vision.

However, he had no time for the Honghuang Clan right now. The starry skies were too vast; even a great emperor might not traverse them all in a lifetime. Who knew where the Honghuang hid? Searching inch by inch would take ages.

His priority was still to guide the quasi emperors back.

He stood up and headed straight for the 100,000 Great Mountains.

After months of comprehension, he had devised a method, though whether it would succeed in bringing back the quasi emperors remained uncertain.

"Tianmo invasion."

Before Ye Chen could leave, he heard a shout from the starry skies.

"E Mo invasion."

Barely a moment later, another roar followed.

From the sound, it was Xiao Yuan Huang.

That monkey was truly unlucky again, spotting emperors from the outer domains descending on the heavens. This time was even worse—two had come at once, and he had the misfortune of running into both.

Fortunately, he escaped quickly.

Or perhaps the Tianmo Emperor and E Mo Emperor were still disoriented. They had been fine on the Taigu Road, so how had they ended up here? Was this the heavens?

As they looked around, the two emperors began to laugh, their smiles sinister and savage. They licked their crimson tongues, their eyes gleaming at everything, especially the fleeing monkey.

"My meat's tough and not tasty."

Xiao Yuan Huang ran even faster, shivering under their gaze. Either one of them could slap him into dust with a single blow.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The Tianmo Emperor snorted coldly, his imperial body trembling as he shot out a black light. Upon closer inspection, it was a dark war spear, ignoring space and the cosmos.

Splash!

Blood sprayed as the escaping Xiao Yuan Huang was impaled in the void. Even with an ultimate emperor artifact on him, he couldn't break free from the spear's seal. It was only thanks to the artifact that the spear hadn't sent him straight to the gates of the underworld.

"Bullying me is no feat—have the guts to fight my old seventh!"

Xiao Yuan Huang cursed loudly, flailing like a drowning man, but couldn't escape the spear.

The two emperors ignored his words, dismissing any mention of "old seventh" or whatever—it was all useless. Anyone below emperor level was mere ants.

Boom! Bang!

Two thunderous booms followed as someone charged into the starry skies first—Di Ji and Tian Shuo, both like mad with rage and hatred upon hearing of the outer domain invasion.

Arriving with them was Yan Fei, also at the supreme level, her dream dao profound and swift, even faster than Ye Chen.

"Not bad."

The two emperors chuckled darkly, ignoring Xiao Yuan Huang and Tian Shuo, instead eyeing Di Ji and Yan Fei with great interest, their gazes filled with lewd intent.

Clearly, these two had a taste for beauties, especially those from the heavens. Becoming emperors didn't mean they were pure—they had their violent bloodlust and base desires.

"I said, can you let me down first?"

Xiao Yuan Huang glanced at Tian Shuo. I'm nailed here, and you're not helping? Do you have any shame?

Tian Shuo reached out and pulled out the spear, but his eyes remained fixed on the two emperors.

"What great brothers!"

The various emperor heirs of the heavens arrived one after another. This "great brothers" remark was unclear—whether it referred to Xiao Yuan Huang and Tian Shuo, or the E Mo Emperor and Tianmo Emperor.

The two emperors kept laughing, in no hurry at all. The more that came, the better—it saved them the trouble of hunting. No matter how many arrived, they were still ants, unable to withstand imperial might.

Many cultivators from the heavens gathered, wave after wave, including elders and juniors alike.

Boom!

Accompanied by a massive boom, Ye Chen arrived, his entrance the most dramatic, stepping down and collapsing the starry skies.

At the sight of him, the E Mo Emperor and Tianmo Emperor both paused, then turned to each other with a shared glance, their eyes seeming to say: This guy looks awfully familiar!