Chapter 2924: Saint Body Emperor Dao Gate

In Tiān Huāng, all was silent and desolate, with the people of the world gazing up at Tài Shàng Tiān.

Throughout history, after Sacred Bodies passed the Great Achievement Tribulation, they were nearly always on the brink of death and dao dissipation.

Someone like Yè Chén, still full of life and energy, was probably the first of his kind.

And someone like Yè Chén, with such limited lifespan left, was likely the first as well—his hair had turned completely white.

The ability to freely activate the Bloodline Limit Boundary left the world in utter shock.

Yet, activating the Bloodline Limit Boundary came at the cost of lifespan, a development that caught the Three Realms completely off guard.

Yè Chén's expression was far from pleasant.

He had swallowed quite a few life-extending pills, but the lifespan they restored was limited, especially since he had endured so many battles along the way and sacrificed so much of his life force.

Even after taking the pills, he had only about a thousand years left.

"The most powerful and astonishing Sacred Body in history might also turn out to be the shortest-lived."

This was the implied meaning in the eyes of the Tiān Míng Emperors.

After swallowing the last pill, Yè Chén slightly tilted his head back, quietly gazing at the vast sky.

That posture held for three full days.

As he looked up, the people of the world also craned their necks, following his gaze. However, they saw nothing and had no idea what Yè Chén was looking at—it had captivated him for three whole days.

"The vision of a Supreme Being is beyond our understanding."

Xī Chén said leisurely, stroking his beard as he glanced at Yè Chén and then at Jǐ Níng Shuāng.

The Dōnghuāng Empress remained still, just like Yè Chén, quietly gazing upward.

In this era, no one understood Yè Chén better than she did, as if she knew exactly what he was looking at.

She knew, but the Tiān Míng Emperors did not, and they stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, looking as well.

And so, another three days passed quietly. Yè Chén still stood silently on Tài Shàng Tiān, his white hair fluttering and his robes swaying, like a banished immortal untouched by dust, radiating a profound sense of antiquity, as if standing at the very end of time.

Many who watched him felt themselves aging as they did so—not in mindset, but in spirit.

That was the influence of an intangible aura.

"What on earth is he looking at?"

In a corner of the crowd, the Lièhuǒ Zhàn Tǐ muttered quietly, glancing around at those nearby.

Zhāng Zǐ Fān shook his head, and the Zǐfǔ Xiān Tǐ did the same.

If even the Tiān Míng Emperors didn't know what Yè Chén was looking at, how could they? The Sacred Body's actions were truly baffling.

"The aura is getting even more dazzling."

Rì Yuè Shén Zǐ took a deep breath, his expression meaningful. After passing the Great Achievement Heavenly Tribulation, he could have just come down, but instead, he stood there, letting all beings admire his peerless divine form. Truth be told, no admiration was needed anymore—it was already etched into their souls.

"The Sacred Body wouldn't have spotted some treasure, would he?"

"I don't think so. At his level, what treasure could still catch his eye?"

"Compared to that, it's more likely he's comprehending the Dao."

The people whispered among themselves, not daring to speak too loudly, for fear of disturbing Yè Chén.

Another three days slipped by in a flash.

It was the ninth day since the Great Achievement Tribulation ended, and Yè Chén had been standing on Tài Shàng Tiān the whole time, gazing at the sky for nine days. The curious people of the realms had followed his gaze for nine days, yet still didn't know what he was looking at.

Only on the tenth day did Yè Chén show any change.

The change came from his eyes—two streaks of fresh blood trickled from the corners.

That sight made many in the world furrow their brows.

Yè Chén remained unmoving, slowly narrowing his eyes, striving to pierce through the layers of mist in the void to see the most fundamental truth. Deep within that mist-shrouded expanse hid a gate, a colossal and faintly visible gate that towered like a pillar of heaven.

"Emperor Dao Gate."

For the first time in ten days, he opened his eyes and murmured to himself, his voice audible to no one.

Indeed, he had glimpsed the Emperor Dao Gate.

Unfortunately, it was incredibly distant, and even with his utmost vision, he could only vaguely make it out.

He was certain that if he abandoned the bloodline of the Ancient Sacred Body, the gate would become much clearer.

However, he had no intention of doing so.

In the history of the realms, any bloodline had the qualification to prove the Dao, except for the Sacred Body, which had no precedent for achieving emperorship.

He refused to believe it or accept it. In this life, he was determined to break that taboo.

Back in the day, when his cultivation was weak, he had no right to speak such arrogant words.

Now, after passing the Great Achievement Tribulation, he was only half a step from proving the Dao and becoming an emperor, so he had to give it a try.

It wasn't until the eleventh day that he closed his eyes and slowly descended from Tài Shàng Tiān, step by step.

The way the people looked at him was somewhat dazed, their minds lost in a haze, as if Yè Chén were a divine being stepped out of myth—no trace of pressure or glory, yet seemingly harboring an eternal divinity.

"Time to go home."

Yè Chén smiled, calling to Yè Líng, Jǐ Níng Shuāng, and Nán Míng Yù Shū.

His wives and child smiled and approached, and the family gradually walked away.

Behind them, the cultivators of the realms stood motionless for a long time, still savoring the moment. In the past couple of days, they had truly witnessed what it meant to be world-shaking: 131 Sacred Bodies, 131 Sacred Demons, and the free control of the Bloodline Limit Boundary.

Before today, some might have doubted whether Yè Chén was the strongest and most astonishing Sacred Body.

After today, no one would doubt it. The legends he had forged were unprecedented.

"Truly two Supremes now."

Many elders murmured to themselves—an emperor and a Sacred Body. Looking across the entire realms, few eras had seen such a pair.

In their murmurs, there was also a sense of regret.

If the great catastrophe of the realms in the past had two Supremes guarding the Human Realm, it wouldn't have been such a devastating war.

"Why aren't they falling anymore?"

The Ming Emperor glanced at the void, a hint of expectation in his eyes, though his tone was quite displeased.

In those years, when the realms were weak, foreign Supremes would fall into their world every so often, and most came straight for the realms. Each arrival led to a brutal war in the Human Realm.

Now that the realms had Supremes—two of them—they stopped coming.

It felt as if some invisible hand was manipulating everything.

That was the Ming Emperor's view. Disasters didn't come often, but when they did, they came in droves. Once the realms stabilized and held their ground, they ceased—or perhaps it was because they knew it would be futile, unless it was a Heavenly Emperor level.

The Dao Ancestor of the Heavenly Realm, meanwhile, was pondering something else: two divine coffins in one generation.

There had been signs of it in the past—this era of the realms would see two people achieve emperorship.

Jǐ Níng Shuāng had become an emperor, so she was one.

As for the other, he wasn't sure if it was that person from the Ancient Road of the realms.

If it was, then the realms wouldn't produce another emperor.

If not, then after the Dōnghuāng Empress, someone else would surely prove the Dao.

He hoped for the second possibility.

So, he had been watching constantly since Dōng Shén Yáo Chí's enlightenment. He wanted to see which other person in the realms had the potential to become an emperor. After years of observation, he couldn't make a definitive judgment. It could be the Child of the Plane, or the Emperor's sister, or the soon-to-be-born Dōnghuāng Tài Xīn—elders or juniors, anyone was possible.

"Haven't you considered it might be Yè Chén?"

The Ming Emperor said leisurely, as if he could see through the Dao Ancestor's thoughts across the barrier.

"It's best if it is him."

The Dao Ancestor laughed. The Sacred Body had no precedent for achieving emperorship, and if Yè Chén could break that, it would be ideal.

By now, Yè Chén had already returned home.

As always, he was the perfect family man. After surviving the heavenly tribulation and a ordeal, he acted as if nothing had happened, tying on an apron and stepping into the kitchen with practiced ease.

Yè Líng rolled up her sleeves and joined in to help.

Jǐ Níng Shuāng, Nán Míng Yù Shū, and the others smiled gently, each taking on their own tasks.

"What a warm family scene."

When the people of Dà Chǔ and Héngyuè Sect returned later and passed by, they couldn't help but sigh.

In this moment, the only Great Emperor, the only Great Achievement Sacred Body, and the only Young Emperor-level figure of the realms were all on that elegant mountain peak—it was quite a sight.

No one disturbed them, and dinner was peaceful.

Afterward, in the small bamboo grove, they paid their respects to Yè Fán, Yáng Lán, and the Fox Immortal.

The night sky was profound, with stars like scattered dust.

Under the old tree, Yè Chén sat down, not carving wood this time, just quietly gazing at the sky, searching for the Emperor Dao Gate.

"Have you seen it?"

Jǐ Níng Shuāng asked softly—she was the only one who knew he was looking for the Emperor Dao Gate.

"It's faintly visible."

Yè Chén closed his eyes and gave a bitter laugh, shaking his head helplessly.

"Have you thought about giving up the Sacred Body bloodline?"

Jǐ Níng Shuāng transmitted her voice, channeling a strand of Emperor Dao immortal light into Yè Chén's body to replenish his lifespan.

"Giving up the bloodline would mean bowing to the heavens."

Yè Chén laughed and finally picked up his carving knife, working stroke by stroke.

Jǐ Níng Shuāng smiled gently. She understood Yè Chén well, so that question felt a bit redundant. If it were her, she wouldn't abandon her bloodline either. From the moment Yè Fán died, the hatred toward the heavens had become irreversible.

"Líng'er, time to go to bed."

Shàngguān Hán Yuè called softly. At some point, Yè Líng had fallen asleep on her lap.

Yè Líng didn't respond, sleeping peacefully.

Shàngguān Hán Yuè didn't call again, not wanting to disturb the little girl's dreams, and carried her back to her room.

That night, Nán Míng Yù Shū, Xī Yàn, Lín Shī Huà, Liǔ Rú Yān, Běi Shèng, and the others all went into seclusion.

Under the old tree in the dead of night, only Yè Chén and Yáo Chí remained.

Like Yè Líng, Yè Chén had also fallen asleep, lying on his wife's lap, resting peacefully. Strands of white hair reflected the starlight and moonlight, starkly visible—he must have been exhausted, not having slept so soundly in years.

As an emperor, Yáo Chí understood his state of mind.

Achieving supremacy brought unprecedented fatigue. Looking back on the path, it was filled with blood and tears.

The next day, before dawn fully broke, a divine radiance shot up from Tiānxuán Gate.

It was Dōnghuāng Tài Xīn. After years of divine power nurturing, she had finally formed a human shape.

Dì Xuán was watching over her and unlocked her past memories. From a distance, one could hear the woman's choked sobs.

She had reincarnated again, entering another cycle, but without her Jiàn Fēi Dāo.

That night, Dì Xuán, Xī Chén, and Dōnghuāng Tài Xīn came to Jade Maiden Peak. Under the old tree, they set up a simple tea table, with only the four of them—Yè Chén and the others—sitting around it. After sitting down, no one spoke for a long time.

Dōnghuāng Tài Xīn's smile was somewhat dazed and world-weary. She had lived two lives and endured two cycles, from the Xiānwǔ Emperor era to the Dōnghuāng Empress era. Her ancient memories had been eroded by time.

Xī Chén and Dì Xuán also felt a deep sense of melancholy. Living so long brought a weariness etched into the soul.

That night, Dōnghuāng Tài Xīn left. From the moment she walked away, it was destined to be a lonely journey, as she searched for her Jiàn Fēi Dāo. Since she could reincarnate, perhaps the Sword God could as well. She wouldn't return home until she found him.

She departed, and Jǐ Níng Shuāng and Yè Chén headed in different directions, sensing that others had reincarnated as well.

Their journey lasted two years.

In the third year, a mountain peak in Héngyuè Sect echoed with a wolf's howl, startling many awake.

It was Xiōng Xiǎo Èr, kneeling before Xiōng Èr's statue, tears streaming down his face.

When Xiè Yún, Sītú Nán, and the others arrived, they couldn't contain their excitement.

Years of offerings had truly summoned a trace of Xiōng Èr's spirit.

Where there was spirit, there was hope, just like Jiǔ Lí Mù Xuě back in the day. Revival was only a matter of time. The difference was, Běi Shèng had a strand of pure immortal force left back then, while Xiōng Èr had a drop of blood untouched by the erosion of time.

That day, Yè Chén returned, standing before the statue and laughing for a long time.

As he left, it seemed he could still hear a voice from the statue cursing: "Yè Chén, you bastard."

Fortunately, Yè Chén didn't have time to respond, or he might have kicked the statue to pieces.

In the fourth year, another joyous event occurred.

The demon abyss of Tūn Tiān Mó Zūn actually produced a trace of spirit. The Dōnghuāng Empress returned and personally made offerings to him.

In the sixth year, Yè Chén entered a black hole.

When he emerged, he held a snow lotus stained with a trace of fresh blood.

It was Jiàn Zūn's blood, likely left from his solitary dao cultivation in the black hole years ago.

For this, Yè Chén built a temple in Dà Chǔ, where the world made daily offerings.

Two years later, Jiàn Zūn's spirit emerged—it was another peak powerhouse, and revival was just a matter of time.

By the eighth year, Yè Chén arrived in the southern domain of Xuán Huáng.

When he reached the Kuí Niú Clan, he heard wails of grief. Their leader had also summoned a trace of spirit.

Yè Chén stayed for three days before quietly leaving.

In the ninth year, Yè Chén returned to Jade Maiden Peak, carrying a monkey in his hand.

This wasn't an ordinary monkey—it was a tribulation monkey.

That night, Nán Míng Yù Shū pinned Yè Chén down and gave him a beating. The tribulation monkey was actually Xuán Huáng.

Xuán Huáng was an outstanding emperor who, in his final moment, avoided the ghost gate and entered the tribulation path instead.

However, his tribulation was incomplete, with a body but no primordial spirit.

Yè Chén used a great divine ability to transform the monkey's body into a drop of essence blood.

Then, he built another temple and placed that drop of blood in a chamber pot inside it.

For this, Nán Míng Yù Shū chased him for over eight million lǐ.

In the tenth year, the Dōnghuāng Empress returned to Dà Chǔ, bringing a broken sword with a trace of divine power lingering on it.

It was the divine power of the Fourth Divine General.

With her emperor's abilities to seize heaven and create fortune, she traced back with divine power, enduring the backlash of fate, and forcibly summoned a trace of spirit.

That day, Dì Xuán cried until her eyes were swollen.

In the eleventh year, Yè Chén had a dream that spanned eternity and entered the Heavenly Realm.

Boom! Boom!

Then came the booming sounds, unclear if it was thunder or a fight.

When they looked again, Yè Chén and the Dao Ancestor were already drinking tea in the bamboo grove.

From their disheveled appearances, it was clear it hadn't been thunder—they had been fighting.

The Dao Ancestor looked fine, but Yè Chén's face was bruised and swollen.

The Sacred Body was strong, but the Dao Ancestor wasn't to be underestimated—he had studied Yè Chén thoroughly and countered him perfectly.

When the Dao Ancestor asked about treasures, Yè Chén vanished in the blink of an eye.

When he returned, he was carrying a person—the Fortune God King—and threw him straight into Tiānxuán Gate.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

More booming followed. Perhaps out of mutual respect, the Child of the Plane and the Fortune God King fought, leaving each other battered and bruised. Once done, they became like brothers, set up a wine table, and as they drank, they started crying.