Chapter 2916: Dreamwalking Through Three Realms

Chapter 2916: Mengyou Sanjie

Seeing Ye Chen enter the Ming Realm, not only did Ming Di's expression change, but even Dao Zu's eyes shifted, and for a moment, they couldn't react.

Impressive!

The expressions of the two emperors perfectly illustrated that word.

After all, the three realms—Tian, Di, and Ren—were isolated. Even Ji Ningshuang, as an emperor, couldn't enter, yet that guy had stepped into the Yin Cao Underworld while dreamwalking.

Just that single step surpassed what the Donghuang Empress could achieve.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous rumble, Ye Chen landed in the Ming Realm, causing the heavens and earth to shake. Countless fierce ghosts were shattered into dust.

He still had his eyes closed, remaining in his dreamwalking state, taking ethereal steps and wandering aimlessly.

"No one is to disturb him."

Ming Di summoned his imperial divine sense, broadcasting it across the entire Ming Realm. For Ye Chen's resurrection, everything had to make way for him. They owed him that much respect.

Like a wandering spirit, Ye Chen crossed the Hai of Sin, passed through the Hai of Mo Xiu, visited the Yanluo Dian, toured the eighteen levels of hell, and finally reached the Huang Quan Road.

It was still that Yin-Yang Road, lined with Other Shore Flowers—flowers without leaves, leaves without flowers, forever separated across lifetimes.

At the head of the Naihe Bridge, the bridge spirit was absent.

Before the Sansheng Stone, Ye Chen lingered for a long time.

At the Wangxiang Terrace, he stood motionless for ages.

After many years, he once again stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, crossing the upper, middle, and lower bridges, taking the lowest one—the path for the sinful, leading to the animal realm.

The vortex of reincarnation was as dark as an endless abyss.

Ye Chen stood at the edge, not moving.

Only after some time did he lift his foot and step in.

Boom! Rumble!

The Ming Realm shook again. It was Ye Chen's own cycle of reincarnation disrupting the greater one, just like in the past, creating quite a stir.

Soon, he emerged, retracing his steps, still walking with closed eyes, and entered the ghost city of the Ming Realm.

"Is that really the ancient Ming general?"

Countless people gathered—Ming generals, ghost kings, great ghosts, small ghosts, and many Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced guards—all following along.

"It's Ye Chen, no doubt."

"In just how many years, he's achieved great success as a Sacred Body."

"He's in a dreamwalking state."

"In this form... he's not a living person?"

"What I'm curious about is, how did he end up in the Ming Realm again?"

The streets of the ghost city were crowded, but no one spoke aloud; they all communicated through divine sense. Their expressions were full of amazement—one more stunned than the last—at Ye Chen's cultivation, puzzled by his state, and baffled by how he had arrived in the Ming Realm.

Revisiting old places, Ye Chen was completely unaware, still walking step by step, occasionally pausing for a long while.

"Finally, you've achieved it."

"I knew you wouldn't die so easily."

"I wonder if your wife has attained the dao and become an emperor."

"Kid, I'm sorry."

In a corner of the crowd, a person murmured softly, tears welling in his eyes. He only gazed at Ye Chen from afar, his expression weathered. Though he was a ghost, he was covered in the dust of ages.

If Ye Chen were awake, he would surely be shocked.

Because that was an old acquaintance: Ren Wang.

That's right, it was Fu Xi, another favored one by the heavens. He had died in the great calamity, with a fragment of his soul falling into the Ming Realm. He was the only one from that calamity to end up there, captured by Ming Di and kept in the ghost city.

"I wonder if he still recognizes me."

On the other side of the crowd, another person murmured, dressed in flowing white robes, strikingly handsome and elegant.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but smooth his hair. It wasn't vanity; he had the looks to back it up—flawlessly handsome from every angle, the epitome of a beautiful man.

From his words, he was also from the various heavens, having died and ended up in the Ming Realm, even earlier than Ren Wang.

Ye Chen remained oblivious to all this. In his dreamwalking state, he was unconscious and unaware that he had come to the Ming Realm.

As he walked, he stopped again, turned a corner, entered a street alley, and stepped into a small garden.

That small garden was where he and Chu Ling had once lived. Those days were the most peaceful they had ever known—they would hold hands while strolling the streets, shop for ingredients together, with him carrying the bags and her bargaining. The people of the ghost city still remembered it vividly.

Ye Chen stayed there for three full days, standing in the garden like a statue, not moving at all.

"So confused, right?"

Too many people gathered outside the garden, not daring to speak, just silently watching. Ye Chen's arrival in the Ming Realm was too astonishing.

It wasn't until the fourth day that Ye Chen moved, stepping onto the rooftop and sitting down steadily. Though his eyes were closed, he tilted his head back, as if gazing into the distant void.

He formed a hand seal, and suddenly fireworks burst forth, one after another, blooming brilliantly in the dim sky. It left many female ghosts entranced by the sight. The splendid fireworks were so beautiful, much like a human life—reaching its peak before fading into darkness, with that fleeting moment feeling eternal.

"If the Naihe Bridge spirit were still here, it would surely be romantic."

Someone whispered.

That comment stirred ancient memories in the onlookers.

Back then, Ye Chen and Chu Ling had sat on the rooftop with fireworks filling the sky. It was the first—and only—fireworks display the people of the Ming Realm had ever seen.

Looking at Ye Chen on the rooftop, even in his sleep, he wore a warm smile, as if dreaming something wonderful.

It wasn't until the sixth day that he descended from the rooftop and left the ghost city, heading south like a lone wandering ghost, with no destination, just walking and stopping aimlessly, as if searching for purpose.

Behind him, Ren Wang followed silently, his eyes filled with tears and regret. It was he who had harmed Ye Fan.

Yet, ironically, he had ended up in the Ming Realm.

And that poor child had died.

"Old man, what's really going on with the various heavens?"

The strikingly handsome man in white robes followed as well, walking alongside Ren Wang, asking questions all the way. He still hadn't figured out why Ren Wang had also died and come to the Ren realm.

"The various heavens went through a great calamity."

Ren Wang replied calmly, finally deciding not to hide it anymore.

At those words, the man in white froze, his face turning deathly pale. In an instant, he rushed to the foot of Jieming Mountain.

"Emperor, I want to return to the various heavens."

"He nearly perished in the Six Paths of Reincarnation back then. Do you think you have any chance of success?"

Ming Di withdrew his gaze from Ye Chen and looked down from Jieming Mountain at the handsome man in white.

"I want to go home. I want to protect her."

The man in white had tears in his eyes, his gaze firm.

In that moment, even Ming Di's mind wavered. That determined look was somewhat similar to Ye Chen's from back then.

In the dim heavens, Ye Chen stopped again.

In the distance stood a mountain estate: Luochuan Mountain Estate.

Many years ago, during that emotional tribulation, Chu Ling had married there, and Ye Chen had been present, in utter agony.

Once more, he climbed the stone steps, one by one, with tears streaming from his closed eyes. The dream he was having must have been incredibly tragic.

In that same small corner as before, he sat down again, like a stone-carved statue, not moving.

He sat there for nine full days.

Not far away, Ren Wang guarded him for nine days as well.

Ren Wang had heard about what happened back then in the Ming Realm—it was a beautiful story, a legend.

If he hadn't heard it, Ren Wang wouldn't have believed it. He couldn't imagine that Ye Chen had endured such a heart-wrenching emotional tribulation in the Ming Realm and somehow survived it.

It wasn't until the tenth day that Ye Chen rose and left Luochuan Mountain Estate, wandering aimlessly once more, like a lost ghost.

This time, Ren Wang didn't follow, for the dreamwalking Ye Chen was too unpredictable, nearly defying the laws.

Ye Chen reappeared at Jieming Mountain.

The same events played out again in the Ming Realm.

At the peak of Jieming Mountain, Ming Di sat steadily, while Ye Chen circled around him.

"Go on, I'll watch you circle."

Ming Di remained composed, simply watching with his hands behind his back.

The dreamwalking Ye Chen was thorough, circling that emperor for over eight hundred laps without stopping.

On the nine hundredth lap, he shoved Ming Di.

Well, it didn't budge him.

Since it didn't work, he switched to his foot, kicking Ming Di straight out.

That kick was undeniably bold.

Dao Zu, witnessing it, took a deep breath, almost wanting to shout: "Damn, that's impressive!"

Ming Di's face darkened instantly.

How many years had it been? Since becoming emperor, aside from being kicked by the Tian Court Empress, no one else had dared. You brat, you've gone too far—kicking me?

"Don't disturb his enlightenment."

Dao Zu stroked his beard, speaking earnestly. For some reason, his imperial body was trembling—probably from holding back laughter.

"As if I needed you to say that."

Ming Di grumbled with a dark face. If he'd known this would happen, he would have hidden somewhere secluded and avoided being kicked by Ye Chen, let alone letting Dao Zu see the joke.

Today, the emperor's prestige was utterly ruined.

It was a good thing Ye Chen was dreamwalking; otherwise, Ming Di could kick him back to his mother's womb.

Why was he called the tenth emperor of Da Chu? Because of his audacity—even supreme beings wouldn't dare make a sound after he kicked an emperor.

"I say, did our great emperor just get kicked?"

"It seems so?"

"This time he came back, that guy's gotten even bolder!"

"Honestly, I want to kick Ming Di too."

Outside Jieming Mountain, crowds of great ghosts, small ghosts, Ming generals, and ghost kings chattered away.

An emperor getting kicked was a historic sight they witnessed firsthand. What a free spirit—none could compare to the ancient Sacred Body. Even when the emperor was around back then, he wasn't this bold.

Ye Chen was truly unparalleled!

"Having such a successor brings me great comfort."

If Di Huang were here, he would surely say that. Ye Chen had done what he once wanted to but couldn't.

Speaking of Ye Chen, he was truly dedicated. After kicking Ming Di, he rolled up his sleeves and started digging again, as if dreaming of unearthing treasures.

That fine Jieming Mountain was completely dug through by him.

When he emerged, he held a tree root in his hand, covered in dirt, his whole body filthy.

But his face wasn't as black as Ming Di's. If not for fearing it would disrupt Ye Chen's enlightenment, Ming Di would have slapped him already.

That slap didn't land, but Ye Chen's own slap flew out, leaving Ming Di stunned.

Gulp!

The onlookers outside the mountain all swallowed hard. That guy was utterly lawless!

Pfft!

This time, Dao Zu couldn't hold back and burst out laughing. The earlier kick was bold, and this slap was just as satisfying, crisp and resounding.

It wasn't Ye Chen's fault—Ming Di just didn't learn his lesson. After getting kicked, he should have stayed far away, but he lingered there.

Now, Ming Di's face wasn't a face anymore. That dark handprint on his left cheek was quite a sight.

One kick and one slap—how could an emperor's prestige and image be more destroyed than this? Not even among the one hundred and thirty emperors could you find one like him.

It had to be intentional; he absolutely meant it.

Ming Di's eyes blazed with fire, strongly suspecting that Ye Chen wasn't dreamwalking at all—he'd come to the Ming Realm just to cause chaos.

But that didn't matter anymore; Ye Chen had already left.

With one step, he vanished again.

This step crossed realms, from the Yin Cao Underworld straight to the Tian Realm—truly defying heaven.

Boom!

Another thunderous rumble shook the Tian Realm's heavens and earth.

Seeing this, Dao Zu wisely rose and retreated into the void.

With Ming Di's example, he had to be perceptive. The dreamwalking Ye Chen showed no mercy, even to family.

"Is that... Ye Chen?"

"How did he end up in the Tian Realm? A great success as a Sacred Body?"

"He's a dead person!"

"What's happening?"

Just like in the Ming Realm, Ye Chen's arrival livened up the Tian Realm. Crowds gathered—immortals from the upper realms, demons from the lower ones—like streams flowing toward him.

"It's damn good to see you again."

In the crowd, there was also a familiar face from the various heavens, watching Ye Chen with tears in his eyes.

He was the Zaohua Shenwang.

Zaohua Shenwang's fate was similar to Ren Wang's; both died in the great calamity. The difference was, one fell into the Ming Realm, the other was swept into the Tian Realm.

He was the only one from that calamity with such fortune.

On the other side, Ye Chen was already walking farther away, visiting each of the Five Sacred Mountains, then going to the Fengchan Immortal Land. He lingered at the Kunlun Sect for half a day before soaring upward and passing through the Nantian Gate.

Revisiting old places, he went to the Lingxiao Dian for court, visited the Ziwei Star Lord's residence, the Danshen Dian, and even toured the heavenly prison. Afterward, he followed the Milky Way onward.

"It's really him."

By the Milky Way's edge, a man and a woman stopped together.

They were the Third Prince Yinyang and Bixia Xianzi, who had regained their memories. Seeing Ye Chen, their minds blurred for a moment, recalling the events of that year—a bloody memory.

"Purple."

Ye Chen walked past like the wind, and as he went by Bixia Xianzi, his closed eyes suddenly opened to speak. It was the first time he'd spoken since dreamwalking, and only Bixia Xianzi understood those three words.

The previously dazed Bixia Xianzi now had her stunning face flushed with red clouds.

By the time she snapped out of it, Ye Chen had already gone far.

He reappeared at Buzhou Mountain, ignoring the inner workings of its realm, and went deep inside, pausing at a mountain crevice.

The Xuandi shadow sighed in amazement.

But then, he got kicked.

It seemed Ye Chen had come just for that—to kick him and then leave, without any awkwardness.

The Xuandi shadow's face darkened completely. He wasn't even an emperor, so why were you so exceptional?

His words, Ye Chen couldn't hear; his dark expression, Ye Chen couldn't see. He had already left Buzhou Mountain.

Another journey began.

Along the way, many people rushed over.

In the crowd were the reincarnated Danshen and Danjun, but unfortunately, neither retained their past memories.

There was also the Jade Emperor, who felt utterly unfamiliar.

Ye Chen continued east, following the Milky Way into the Shura Domain. Back then, he had entered the Chaos Sea from there.

Compared to the Xuandi shadow, the Qianmian Emperor shadow was more self-aware, like Ming Di, retreating into the void early to avoid embarrassment.

In the current three realms—Tian, Di, and Ren—don't mess with anyone except Ye Chen. Messing with him could lead to his death.

Because of this concern, both Xuandi and Ming Di had suppressed their anger. They only had themselves to blame for underestimating the dreamwalking Ye Chen.

"You've achieved great success; the various heavens should have an emperor now."

Zaohua Shenwang followed quietly, smiling with contentment.

This contentment was for Ye Chen and also for Yaochi. It wasn't in vain that those old fellows had fought to their last breath to protect their path. It was all worth it.

"I want to go home."

Zaohua Shenwang's smile grew more weathered.

He didn't follow anymore—or rather, he couldn't keep up.

Ye Chen had already soared upward, stepping into the Taishang Immortal Domain.

Dao Zu wasn't there; he had hidden at the peak of the ethereal heights, watching through the clouds. Since Ye Chen arrived, he had been observing, and the longer he watched, the deeper his gaze became.

"Dreaming through the ages."

Dao Zu murmured.

Ye Chen must have fully comprehended the art of Mengyou Sanjie, which was why he could cross between the Tian and Ming realms.

Though both Ji Ningshuang and Ye Chen understood Mengyou Sanjie, she couldn't cross over, but he could. There was a reason for that.

It was because Ye Chen had been to the Tian and Ming realms before.

Ji Ningshuang, however, had not.

The art of Mengyou Sanjie allowed one to dream of places they had visited and use dreams to return there.

In other words, if Ye Chen had been to the Tianmo Domain, E Mo Domain, or Sheng Mo Domain, he could dream his way there too.

Of course, crossing universes was different.

So, Ye Chen's talent was absolutely heaven-defying. Ji Ningshuang had taken centuries to comprehend Mengyou Sanjie, but he had mastered it in such a short time.

His path was the path through the ages.

Every place he went was somewhere he had been before, reliving it in dreams, turning each journey into a cycle of reincarnation.

Boom! Rumble!

As Dao Zu watched, the Taishang Immortal Domain grew lively.

Looking up, that guy named Ye Chen was digging for treasures again.

To put it simply, wherever he went—whether immortal grasses, spiritual flowers, spirit fruit trees, immortal pools, or lakes—everything was stripped bare. Ancient trees were uprooted one by one; massive mountains were dug through entirely.

"What to do? I want to beat him."

Dao Zu's disciples and grandsons all took deep breaths, their faces growing darker than the last.

That wasn't stealing; it was outright robbery!

Was he really dreamwalking, or using it as an excuse to raid treasures here?

Boom! Rumble!

They watched as he did his thing.

The funny part was, no one dared stop him. Dao Zu had given the order: no one was to disturb his enlightenment.

Because of that command, they were all stuck in an awkward situation.

The most awkward was Dao Zu himself—a hands-off leader who had hidden in the void but overlooked one crucial thing: the treasures of his Taishang Immortal Domain.

"Damn refreshing!"

Ming Di said with a dark face, as if he could see into the Tian Realm and Dao Zu's expression, full of black lines. It wasn't just refreshing; it was downright satisfying. Let's see you mock me now—your treasures are almost cleaned out!

Thinking that way, he felt balanced.

Looking at Dao Zu, his face wasn't just dark; his heart ached. All those years of hard work, and Ye Chen had swept it back to square one.

That feeling was more sour than getting kicked or slapped. From Ming Di's gaze, he knew that guy was mocking him. We're both emperors, so I'll mock you too.

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