Chapter 2923: The First Vein's Ticket

Ye Chen's dragon roar carried even greater majesty. The Dao Dragon was already immense, and with the activation of the Xue Ji Xian Jie, its domineering aura overflowed.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The one hundred and thirty-one pitch-black Dao Dragons of the Sheng Mo had just transformed back into human form, but due to Ye Chen, they reverted to their dragon state. As Ye Chen soared straight into the Jiu Xiao, they chased after him into the Jiu Xiao.

A world-shattering battle erupted once again.

Boom! Rumble!

The Tai Shang Tian was thrown into chaos, not only the space but also the laws of the universe. Stars appeared and exploded violently, blazing suns materialized and collapsed in an instant. Amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, countless apocalyptic visions unfolded, filling the sky with the light of doomsday.

"Your mouth that's been blessed with light is really effective."

The Ri Yue Shen Zi gazed up at the Tai Shang Tian and took a moment to glance at the Dong Zhou Wu Wang.

"It's because he gave me face."

The Dong Zhou Wu Wang took a deep breath, speaking with a tone full of weight and meaning, as if his aura had reached a new peak.

"I almost forgot, his name is Ye Chen."

Compared to the others, the Ming Di relaxed his tense body, his eyes free of worry. He pulled out a pipe from somewhere, stuffed it with tobacco, and puffed away, surrounded by swirling smoke as if he were cultivating immortality.

The Dao Zu's demeanor was much the same.

That's right, that rascal was called Ye Chen—who else could survive such odds? He was born with the life of a cockroach.

"Get out of the way."

Many of the older generations from Zhu Tian shouted, dragging their juniors far away with them.

The battle was too intense, with holy blood raining down like thunderbolts, each one carrying destructive power. It shattered the starry sky and collapsed the celestial dome. Even powerhouses like Xi Chen and Di Xuan dared not face it head-on, for the fight in the Tai Shang Tian was far too fierce.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Even with the Xue Ji Xian Jie supporting him, Ye Chen was still the one getting hammered. After all, his opponents outnumbered him, and none of them could be killed. They chased him relentlessly, and though he was fierce, he didn't dare engage in a direct prolonged fight.

Both sides had the Xue Ji Xian Jie, but it was one against one hundred and thirty-one.

The true path was to endure through the hidden time limit.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Accompanied by dragon roars, the one hundred and thirty-two giant dragons all returned to human form simultaneously.

In that instant, everyone's eyes sparkled brightly, their gazes sharp and vivid.

It wasn't surprising—they saw it clearly: the one hundred and thirty-one Sheng Mo had shed their Xue Ji Xian Jie.

Yet Ye Chen remained in his indestructible state.

The battle paused for a brief moment. The Sheng Mo did not attack, while Ye Chen on the opposite side twisted his neck fiercely. Without the Xue Ji Xian Jie earlier, he had been fleeing from the start, losing his bearings several times and nearly being completely destroyed, driven to madness more than once.

But now it was different—the roles had reversed. He had the Xue Ji Xian Jie, they did not. The tide had turned, and now he was the one who was indestructible. This heavenly tribulation would have to be fought differently.

Buzz!

With a buzzing sound, he summoned a staff—the legendary Dao Staff. It was enhanced with the power of reincarnation, time, space, temporal flow, Xue Ji, and origin. Fused with these forces, the staff hummed and vibrated so intensely that even his hand trembled violently. Its power was unimaginably formidable.

"I've calculated it with my fingers— the Sheng Ti is about to unleash its full might."

Some old-timer stroked his beard, speaking with profound implication.

"It's going to be tough, even without the Xue Ji Xian Jie, they're still up against one hundred and thirty-one Sheng Mo."

"One against one hundred and thirty-one, and he's completely outnumbered."

"That might not be the case—the Sheng Ti's power is still growing stronger."

Many chimed in, their bodies still tense.

"Have you noticed? This time Ye Chen's Xue Ji Xian Jie is different from before."

"Yeah, it feels significantly stronger."

People murmured, with the younger ones chattering away while the elders narrowed their eyes slightly.

The expressions of the three emperors—heaven, earth, and humanity—were all laden with deeper meaning.

As the cultivators of Zhu Tian had said, Ye Chen's Xue Ji Xian Jie this time was indeed different from the past. Its power was purer, enhanced by some mysterious force from the void, making him appear even more demonic and domineering.

Boom!

Amid the discussions, the Ninth Sheng Mo struck first, stepping through the void and slamming down with a palm.

Buzz!

Ye Chen advanced instead of retreating, his overwhelming demonic aura surging as he swung the Dao Staff fiercely.

Pfft!

A burst of dark, lightless energy flashed instantly, dazzling the onlookers and leaving them momentarily disoriented.

The scene was more shocking than imagined—the Ninth Sheng Mo was obliterated by Ye Chen's single strike.

Boom! Bang! Pfft!

Before the spectators could recover, these sounds echoed repeatedly.

The Tenth Emperor of Da Chu was in full glory, truly awe-inspiring. Wielding his Dao Staff, he charged wildly, smashing everything in his path without any pattern. Every swing resulted in a Sheng Mo exploding.

Gulp!

Countless people swallowed hard—that was a Sheng Mo, on the same level as Ye Chen. They had been so dominant before, yet now they seemed so fragile. Apart from a few, none could withstand even one of his strikes.

The spectacle in the Tai Shang Tian was utterly lawless.

It seemed that without the Xue Ji Xian Jie, the Sheng Mo were indeed much weaker. They charged in one after another, only to be sent flying or shattered by his staff. It was awkward beyond words—one more embarrassing than the last.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The rumbling grew even more intense due to the battle.

Ye Chen was beaten badly, but the one hundred and thirty-one Sheng Mo were beaten even worse.

He couldn't stand steady, and neither could they.

His fighting style perfectly illustrated the concept of harming the enemy at a cost of eight hundred to your own one thousand.

With the Xue Ji Xian Jie supporting him, he went completely berserk. His hair disheveled, bathed in fresh blood, he offered no defense—only attack after attack. Wherever he went, destruction followed, like a war god or a maddened demon god. Every pore of his Sheng Ti exuded Xue Ji power, as if he had been set ablaze.

It was fortunate that the Sheng Mo were merely manifestations of laws. If they had consciousness and could speak, they would surely curse—this wasn't a battle; it was a tribulation. One person swinging a staff wildly, making anyone who approached feel utterly awkward.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed as half of Ye Chen's Sheng Ti exploded, startling everyone's hearts.

Yet he acted as if nothing had happened. With only half his body left and one arm remaining, he still swung his Dao Staff through the air, strike after strike, each more domineering than the last. He rebuilt his flesh while battling the Sheng Mo.

Below, no one spoke—every spectator stared with wide eyes.

"What a strange heavenly tribulation."

Even someone as composed as Di Xuan couldn't help but murmur.

The word "strange" fit perfectly; that was the feeling for most onlookers, aside from the three emperors.

In such a tribulation, who else would face one hundred and thirty-one opponents head-on instead of fleeing to endure the hidden time limit?

This one did exactly that.

"I'm even embarrassed for the Sheng Mo."

The Xiao Yuan Huang scratched his monkey fur, his fiery eyes gleaming. That tribulant was no longer just their old seventh—he was a complete madman. With the Xue Ji Xian Jie backing him, he fought with absolute dominance.

"Ye Chen has grown stronger, while the Sheng Mo have weakened."

Ji Ning Shuang, standing in the void, murmured to herself.

Her words were accurate.

The Tian Ming and two emperors saw it more clearly—ever since the Sheng Mo lost their Xue Ji Xian Jie, each of their law manifestations had gradually declined in power.

Interestingly, for every point the Sheng Mo lost in momentum, Ye Chen gained a point.

This was a process of mutual decline and growth. The Sheng Mo weren't truly that fragile; it was because their combat strength was falling.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen's power continued to rise.

So, from the moment Ye Chen activated his Xue Ji Xian Jie, the Sheng Mo had little chance of turning the tables.

Unless they could reactivate their Xue Ji Xian Jie, perhaps restoring the dissipated power.

"The heavenly tribulation of the First Mai is truly unpredictable."

The Ming Di chuckled, though it was unclear if it was a cold laugh or one of satisfaction. The coldness was for the merciless heavens, and the satisfaction was for Ye Chen. That guy might not have much shame, but he had pulled off an absolute reversal from the brink.

The strange shifts in this tribulation baffled him.

He didn't understand it, and neither did the Dao Zu—they were seeing a tribulation like this for the first time.

Perhaps due to the barrier between Tian Ming, the two emperors couldn't see through it as clearly.

As time passed, the Dong Huang Nv Di's beautiful eyes grew more profound. She was in Zhu Tian, in Tian Huang, unblocked by any barrier, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the truth.

It wasn't so much that the Sheng Mo weakened by a point and Ye Chen strengthened by a point; rather, the power the Sheng Mo lost was being transferred to Ye Chen. Lose a bit, and he gained a bit—the more they lost, the more he gained.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Chen fought even more fiercely and dominantly, taking down a Sheng Mo with every swing.

In contrast, the Sheng Mo grew weaker by the moment.

Now, not just the three emperors of heaven, earth, and humanity, but even the cultivators of Zhu Tian watching the battle noticed the oddity.

It wasn't until sometime later that the booming stopped.

In the Tai Shang Tian, the rumbles ceased. The Sheng Mo halted, their bodies mutilated and no longer regenerating, slowly turning to ash inch by inch. The tribulation's time limit had been reached—they could no longer destroy Ye Chen.

In the center, Ye Chen gripped his battered Dao Staff, staggering before steadying himself.

Only then did his Xue Ji Xian Jie slowly fade. His Sheng Ti was stained with blood, and the slightly savage look in his eyes cleared.

Accompanied by the bloody wind, the Sheng Mo dissolved one by one.

Before vanishing, they gained a trace of awareness. The way they looked at Ye Chen wasn't relief but ferocity and menace. A few even showed frustration in their eyes—what the hell? So many of us, and we couldn't kill him?

"Will there be any other heavenly tribulations?"

People gazed up, watching intently. This was enough—please, no more. It was already a complete success.

"Don't say anything."

The Ri Yue Shen Zi glanced at the Dong Zhou Wu Wang. His mouth had been too lucky before, so better keep quiet.

" Mm."

The Dong Zhou Wu Wang got the hint, only humming softly. He'd been shocked enough already and didn't want to see that kind of scene again.

"It's over."

Ji Ning Shuang smiled lightly, her emperor's insight confirming that the tribulation had passed.

Though her words were soft, everyone heard them, and their suspended hearts finally settled. If an emperor said so, it had to be true.

Boom! Rumble!

The Tai Shang Tian trembled with buzzes, all due to Ye Chen's pressure.

Having survived the tribulation, he was now a true Dacheng Sheng Ti. His entire body glowed with golden light, radiating in all directions like a blazing sun, illuminating the world. Ancient visions manifested frequently, and the Chaos Great Realm vision gained even more vitality. The profound Dao heavenly sounds echoed through Zhu Tian, making him seem like a divine being.

Ye Chen didn't descend. He simply closed his eyes slightly, standing still like a statue, not moving an inch.

The crowd was puzzled.

The next instant, he suddenly opened his eyes. His once deep gaze turned into two black voids, and his black-and-white hair shifted to fiery red. A rolling demonic aura surrounded him, with black blood flowing from his wounds.

"Has he activated the Xue Ji Xian Jie again?"

"He's gone against the heavens—activating it twice in one day."

"Not exactly—I feel like the Sheng Ti can control the Xue Ji Xian Jie freely now."

"Don't joke—that's the Sheng Mo's exclusive ability."

Amid the discussions, Ye Chen's Xue Ji Xian Jie dissipated again.

It was only for a moment, and he activated it once more, startling so many that they nearly lost their balance.

The Dong Huang Nv Di furrowed her brows slightly, also taken aback.

The Ming Di and Dao Zu exchanged a glance, then both looked toward Ye Chen, stroking their beards with deep eyes.

No one spoke—they just watched Ye Chen perform his tricks.

What he called tricks was demonstrating his Xue Ji Xian Jie: activating it in an instant, then dispelling it; shedding it one moment and entering it the next; switching between normal state and Xue Ji Xian Jie state back and forth.

By now, no one needed to ask—even a fool could see that Ye Chen could activate the Xue Ji Xian Jie at will.

That's why they were shocked, utterly astounded.

For most people, activating the Xue Ji Xian Jie once was incredibly difficult—even peak quasi-emperors might never achieve it in their lives.

But Ye Chen had mastered it—indestructible, unkillable, a god-tier ability!

He was already heaven-defying enough, and now with this god-tier boost, it was insane.

"What a calamity turned into fortune!"

The Ming Di sighed, and the Dao Zu chuckled with delight.

As they said, the second mai's tribulation was one thing, but the first mai insisted on crashing the party. But this party wasn't free—it required a ticket, and that ticket was the Xue Ji Xian Jie. Ye Chen endured it, turning it into a spoil of war from the void.

"You're not playing your hand very well!"

For a brief moment, the two emperors looked up at the ethereal heavens, as if speaking to someone, their tone tinged with schadenfreude. Ye Chen's tribulation was clearly over, yet you had to interfere.

Now look what happened—you failed to destroy him and instead handed him a great opportunity, making an already heaven-defying Sheng Ti even more so.

In the Tai Shang Tian of the human realm, Ye Chen had stopped his performance.

He stood there in a daze for a long time before suddenly laughing, his laughter growing happier.

As the one undergoing the tribulation, he knew it best.

While smashing the Sheng Mo earlier, he had a certain realization—it wasn't that the Sheng Mo were inferior to him; it was his power growing stronger while they weakened continuously. During that time, streams of power had been pouring into his body nonstop.

He knew those forces came from the one hundred and thirty-one Sheng Mo.

With the tribulation's end, that power dissipated—or rather, condensed into the Xue Ji Xian Jie.

Now he could activate the Xue Ji Xian Jie freely, a power once exclusive to the Sheng Mo.

Of course, this Xue Ji Xian Jie wasn't free—it came at the cost of consuming his lifespan, and each use consumed more than the last, similar to how the Xian Lun Yan used Tian Zhao back in the day.

Speaking of lifespan, he nearly lost his footing. After dispelling the Xue Ji Xian Jie, his hair turned completely white. He could clearly feel his life slipping away—his lifespan was already limited, and this had made it even shorter.

He stopped laughing; he couldn't laugh anymore. He casually grabbed his storage bag and rummaged through it, picking out life-extending pills one by one.