Chapter 3014: Unapproachable

"Run? Where do you think you're running to?"

In the shattered and dim ancient heavens, the howls of the various heavenly generals echoed everywhere.

Looking up into the distant sky, the scene was quite a sight.

They had entered a new ancient path, where foreign realm supremes were clustering together, fleeing in utter disarray from Ye Chen and the assembled emperors. The emperors handled the killing, while the heavenly generals took care of the shouting, cursing loudly from the rim of the cauldron.

"Is the various heavens this full of energy these days?"

Wu Yun and Ling Tian Luo, who had joined later, exchanged meaningful glances. The older ones were acting improperly, and the younger ones were bouncing around wildly. Every time they encountered a foreign realm supreme, their voices were louder than ever, making their ears ring. In their era, everyone had been reserved and restrained—they'd never seen anything like this.

"You'll get used to it."

Dong Zhou Wu Wang and Ri Yue Shen Zi said solemnly, then joined in the cursing themselves.

The two heavenly generals looked at each other. Had they fallen out of step with the times?

Amid the loud scolding, the foreign realm supremes were completely wiped out. Without a single Tian Di among them, how could they withstand the assault? Not to mention the emperors and the empress, just the Tian Di-level sacred bodies were enough to fill them with despair.

"No point beating around the bush— that wasn't satisfying enough."

The fourth heavenly general hugged his imperial sword, polishing it until it shone brightly, its entire surface swirling with imperial dao killing intent. Though newly advanced to great emperor, he had truly forged an emperor's reputation along this path, slaughtering many foreign realm emperors.

Like him, the other emperors were the same, their killing intent surging wildly.

With two Tian Di leading the way, their advance was unstoppable, and along the way, they encountered many opportunities.

Ye Chen sheathed his Yong Heng Xian Jian and stood at the end of the ancient path.

Straining his eyes as far as he could, he saw only hazy void, with no idea how far it extended to the other side.

"Beauty, our boss wants to make a baby with you."

Not far away, the Hun Dun Ding was acting up again, circling Hong Yan more than a dozen times. The Hun Dun Huo and Hun Dun Lei had also switched to shameless mode, jumping around with the Hun Dun Ding.

"What a thoughtful natal weapon."

Hou Yi couldn't help but sigh, growing even more fond of the Hun Dun Ding—it even knew how to help its master flirt.

"When the empress gets shy, she's still so charming."

Peering from the mouth of the Hun Dun Ding, a neat row of heads stared at Hong Yan with wide, round eyes.

"Come on! Let's make one!"

"A baby from a sacred body will definitely be golden and radiant, like a big gold ingot."

"Shh, keep it down."

The older heavenly generals were acting indecently, and the younger ones were just as sleazy. If the Hun Dun Ding was the main force, then they were all like sidekicks, chiming in with perfectly timed remarks.

"Get lost."

Hong Yan's cheeks flushed red, her beautiful eyes sparking with fury. The word "get lost" carried her primordial spirit force, shaking the heavens with thunder and lightning. Many of the heavenly generals fainted on the spot, and even great emperors like Jian Shen and Jian Zun felt dizzy.

Bang!

Then, the Hun Dun Ding was flung away again.

Why "again"? Well, that would take some explaining. It was because the Hun Dun Ding was so persistent, always sneaking off to help its master flirt with Hong Yan. It never failed to get a beating, but it just kept at it, more eager than ever.

"Boss, how'd I do?"

The Hun Dun Ding scurried back to Ye Chen's side, chuckling slyly. Its tough hide meant a slap didn't faze it much.

"Impressive."

Ye Chen replied deeply, glancing back at Hong Yan. That woman must be furious.

He was looking at her, and she was looking at him, her chest heaving dramatically.

If Hong Chen Nu Di's gaze could kill, Ye Chen would probably have already drunk from Meng Po's bowl.

It wasn't me who said it, so why glare at me?

Ye Chen tucked his hands away and deliberately averted his eyes, gazing into the boundless sky.

The more he did that, the more it annoyed the female sacred body.

Beyond the humiliation, she felt more regret—regret that back when she was stronger than Ye Chen, she hadn't beaten him more. Now, as an imperial dao sacred body, she was no match for him. Beating him was out of the question.

"Boss, you're the man."

The Hun Dun Ding chuckled and dashed off again, this time to bother the emperors' natal weapons.

"Stick with us, and you'll eat well and drink fine."

"I'm talking to you! Stand straight, you slacker. No dignity like an imperial weapon."

"From now on, you'll all listen to me."

The Hun Dun Ding hovered in the air, shouting boastfully. Below it were a crowd of ultimate dao imperial weapons.

The scene looked just like a boss lecturing his underlings.

Though the imperial weapons were unhappy, they had to hold it in—who asked that big brute to be a Tian Di weapon?

"Interesting."

Wu Yun and Ling Tian Luo watched with twitching corners of their mouths. The master was a freak, and his natal weapon was just as wild. They'd never seen such a human-like artifact before—it could fight, endure, curse, and even bluff. It was exactly like Ye Tian Di's style. That sacred body must be the source of such customs.

Of course, no custom could overshadow the Hun Dun Ding's glory.

They'd seen Tian Di-level artifacts before, but one as domineering as the Hun Dun Ding was a first. Every pattern etched on it was an eternal mark. Though just an artifact, it resonated with the great dao's heavenly sounds and could evolve dao principles on its own. Not just them—even Jian Shen and the others felt suppressed by it. One cauldron could overwhelm most.

Perhaps only Ye Tian Di was worthy to be its master.

And the Hun Dun Ding would only acknowledge Ye Chen. From the day it formed, it had accompanied its master on a path of defying heaven, swallowing countless divine materials and enduring endless thunder tribulations. Its marks were indestructible.

Not long after, the Tian Ting Nu Di descended from the sky.

Seeing her, the Hun Dun Ding zipped over, having flirted with Hong Chen Nu Di and now wanting to try with the Tian Ting Nu Di.

The empress said nothing, just glanced at it.

"Our boss wants to make a baby with you."

The Hun Dun Ding shouted and bolted. She might be an empress, but this one wasn't your average emperor. It could take a slap from Hong Yan, but one from this woman would smash it to pieces.

Compared to Hong Yan, the empress was unfazed and had no time for it.

Not having time didn't mean she wouldn't hold a grudge. Once the foreign realms were destroyed and the various heavens at peace, she'd turn that cauldron into scrap and send it back to the womb for a remake—especially that obnoxious mouth of its.

Buzz!

The continuation immortal array activated, and the emperors set off again, heading straight for the other side.

Boom!

Two days later, a thunderous boom shook the universe as the two segments of the ancient path, separated for eons, fused once more.

As before, the empress began mending the cracks.

Ye Chen ascended into the sky, walking and observing along the way.

He had been on this ancient path before, having circled through it to reach the various heavens earlier.

Looking back now, he felt incredibly fortunate.

If he had just waited silently back then, he might never have met the Tian Ting Nu Di, as so many ancient paths lay between them. Several of those paths required him to share the burden; without him, just the empress and the emperors couldn't have continued them. The various heavens' generals could sacrifice once, but not a second time.

So, his choice had been wise—it had saved the various heavens.

Before long, the Tian Ting Nu Di arrived from the sky, saying little and directly activating the continuation immortal array.

Buzz!

The ancient path hummed and began connecting inch by inch, extending from slow to fast, turning into a beam of light.

"How many stones would it take to build a road this long?"

Xiao Yuan Huang clicked his tongue, his body heavy with deathly aura due to his lifespan issues, looking more exhausted than before.

"This isn't built from stones."

Ling Tian Luo said leisurely, recalling when they left the ancient floodlands, the ancient path hadn't been broken yet. Though it looked like a road, it was a path of light. After it shattered, it took this form. To outsiders, it seemed made of stones, but in reality, it was forged with eternity for immortality.

Ahead, Ye Chen stood tall, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

At his side, the empress's face was also pale, a strand of fresh blood suddenly spilling out.

Their injuries were of the same type—recklessly divining the future had backfired on them.

Both being Tian Di-level, they had used divination to force a glimpse of what was to come. Not only did they fail to see the future, but they suffered backlash. No matter how strong their cultivation or profound their immortal arts, they couldn't defy the hidden forces.

The future held endless variables.

That was the result they had divined—everything was changing, with no fixed outcome.

Neither spoke, using eternity to cut off the backlash.

The ancient path's extension accelerated to its peak, farther than imagined. Even with the two of them leading, Di Huang and Hong Yan couldn't handle the strain and staggered back, replaced by Xing Tian and Hou Yi.

This continuation took a full nine days.

Not just the emperors and heavenly generals, but even Ye Chen and the empress frowned—it was too far.

Ye Chen should feel grateful to have the empress at his side.

The empress should feel grateful to have Ye Chen at hers.

The mission to continue the ancient path required both of them; without one, they couldn't have reached here. Even if the various heavens' generals sacrificed themselves, they wouldn't make it to the other side.

Bang!

On the tenth day, a boom finally sounded as the two segments of the ancient path connected.

Buzz!

Before the emperors could steady themselves, a black light shot from the horizon. Upon closer inspection, it was a pitch-black war spear, carrying devastating destructive power, aimed straight at the empress in a fatal strike.

Ye Chen snorted coldly and caught the war spear before it could hit her.

What made him frown was that the spear disintegrated on the spot, turning into a wisp of black gas that burrowed into his body.

Pfft!

A burst of imperial dao blood light flashed as the black gas exploded his indestructible Tian Di sacred body.

"Tian Di Sheng Mo."

Ye Chen said calmly, withdrawing the emperors behind him and healing his fractured imperial body, using eternity to eliminate the killing intent.

"Having a Tian Di sacred body in this world is truly unexpected."

A eerie laugh suddenly rang out, sinister and demonic, even making Di Huang's mind falter.

"A troublesome one has arrived."

The emperors murmured softly, using their imperial dao to dispel the demonic sound disrupting their minds, all gazing toward the western heavens.

In the surging demonic aura, they could make out a vague human form, hidden deep within the aura, flickering in and out, sometimes distorting. Its pressure was destructive, accompanied by thunder and lightning, with omens manifesting. Each step was as heavy as a mountain, trampling the heavens with a boom.

"Not weaker than Di Sha or Can Zhu."

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. Without even seeing the true form, the aura said it all.

It wasn't just one Tian Di Sheng Mo coming—there were many foreign realm supremes as well.

The enemy's lineup even made the empress furrow her brows slightly. There had been no signs earlier, and now so many appeared at once, clearly well-prepared, as if they'd been waiting here for a long time.

"You have finally come."

The sinister laugh sounded again, and from the rolling demonic aura in the distance, two more vague human forms emerged, lurking in the aura like ghosts, impossible to discern, eerily otherworldly.

"Quite the welcome."

Ye Chen muttered to himself. Counting the first one, this ancient path had three Tian Di Sheng Mo.