Chapter 3037: Good Sister

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ye Chen formed the Yongheng Yinjue, his entire body radiating immortal light. A brilliant beam shot toward the ethereal void, manifesting ancient visions and profound Dao sounds that echoed through the heavens.

Buzz!

Accompanied by a deep hum, a gate of light appeared, stretching from the azure sky above to the nine underworlds below. It stood tall and imposing, like a pillar holding up the heavens and earth. Standing before it, a person seemed as insignificant as a grain of rice in a vast granary, unable to see its top even by looking up.

That was the gateway to Taigu Honghuang.

It exuded immense grandeur and majesty, so overwhelming that not only the divine generals but even the emperors struggled to breathe. A vast aura surged from within the gate, ancient and profound, carrying an essence that belonged to a bygone era. Even Jian Shen and Jian Zun, who were nearby, were forced to stagger back.

“This is much bigger than the gate of the Taigu Road.”

Many tilted their heads back, swallowing hard involuntarily. Not just the gate itself, but even the faint auras spilling from it pressed down on them, making them want to kneel. Those with weaker foundations might even have their bodies crushed and destroyed.

“I can’t see a thing inside.”

More people peered into it, but it was a chaotic haze. Even with all their effort, they couldn’t make out any figures. It was darker than the Taigu Road, shrouded as if by a veil of clouds, revealing only vague mountain outlines in the gloom.

“Stepping through this gate leads to Taigu Honghuang?”

The young divine generals murmured to themselves. After a long and perilous journey, treading over blood and bones, they had finally reached their destination. It felt like a dream, an unreal sensation.

“It’s like a lifetime ago!”

Veteran divine generals like Xing Tian, Hou Yi, and Hua Sheng wore dazed expressions. From the day they left Taigu Honghuang to seek reinforcements, they had no idea how many years had passed. This round trip felt like a full cycle of reincarnation, filled with both joy and sorrow. Back then, countless divine generals had set out from here, but only a few survived. The rest were buried on the Taigu Road. Not all divine generals were as fortunate as they were.

Fortunately, the reinforcements from the various heavens had arrived.

“Taigu Honghuang.”

Ye Chen murmured softly and stepped into the gate of light first.

“Quickly, follow.”

Hou Yi collected his thoughts and charged forward alongside Xing Tian.

Behind them, the emperors and divine generals entered one after another.

Passing through the gateway led to an entirely different world. Looking up, they saw endless darkness shrouded in swirling mist, like a starless expanse, vast and boundless. Amid it, they felt like mere specks of dust in the universe, truly grasping the meaning of insignificance.

“Where are the people?”

The divine generals looked around curiously and with confusion. This Taigu Honghuang, representing the previous era, seemed too quiet, eerily silent.

It made sense, though. After the great destruction of heaven and earth, aside from the successive supreme beings and divine generals, there were hardly any other living creatures. It was a desolate void, with not a blade of grass in sight, resembling a spatial black hole. Staying too long could drive one mad.

Bai Zhi glanced at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was observing as well, standing like a carved stone statue, his expression indifferent, exuding an aura of ancient weariness and indelible scars etched across his sacred body.

“Hong Lian.”

“Father Emperor.”

“Old Ancestor.”

Calls rang out from the emperors and divine generals.

What followed was an emotional scene.

Figures materialized in the depths, and others rushed forward, like Di Huang, Zi Xuan, Tun Tian Mo Zun, Long Ye, Wu Qing, Chen Yi, Xiao Yuan Huang, Kui Niu, and many more. They were lovers, descendants, and heirs of the emperors. In that moment, tears streamed down their faces, as if endless seas and mountains had passed before they reunited in Taigu Honghuang.

Amid the tears, the two groups embraced.

“I knew you were still alive.”

“Father Emperor, I’ve thought of you every moment.”

“Old Ancestor, have you missed home?”

The words were choked with emotion, moving all who heard them, each hoarse phrase etched with infinite weariness. Reunited family members had so much to say about the years lost.

Yet, the spring breeze showed no mercy.

Or rather, a certain golden light showed no mercy. As everyone choked back sobs, it suddenly manifested, forming a halo that spread across the dark expanse of Taigu Honghuang.

Wherever the halo passed, whether people, mountains, seas, clouds, tears, or flesh—everything gradually faded from its original form and color, dissolving into nothingness as if it had never existed.

“How can this be?”

Di Huang stood stunned, watching his Yue Shang disintegrate inch by inch in his arms, along with the Donghua Empress he held. Even he himself was turning to void bit by bit.

The same happened to Hong Lian Empress, Taixu Long Emperor, and Ren Huang. It was as if an invisible hand of destruction was silently erasing everything.

“Wake up.”

Suddenly, a gentle voice echoed—it was Ye Chen’s, devoid of joy or sorrow, coldly detached yet carrying supreme power that dispelled the unwarranted illusion.

In an instant, illusion turned to reality.

The emperors and divine generals felt a blur before their eyes, as if an invisible force had shoved them. When they steadied themselves, the scene had changed dramatically. This wasn’t Taigu Honghuang at all; they were still on the Taigu Road, the stone path, not a light path. In other words, the Taigu Road hadn’t fully connected yet.

“What’s going on?”

Dongzhou Wuwang opened his mouth in bewilderment.

“Illusion?”

Zao Hua Shenwang frowned, scanning their surroundings. They were indeed still on the Taigu Road, and while the memories felt real, they had been illusory.

“What a dominant illusion.”

Di Huang muttered to himself, looking ahead.

He saw Ye Chen.

Compared to the emperors and generals, Ye Chen stood like an unyielding monument, his white hair fluttering with the dust of time. It seemed he hadn’t moved at all—in fact, he had remained awake throughout and pulled them out of the illusion. They hadn’t reached Taigu Honghuang; it was all a treacherous illusion. Only now was real.

That’s why they were so shocked.

The strange illusion was terrifyingly powerful, ensnaring even the divine generals and great emperors, while only Ye Chen stayed clear-headed.

“Damn it.”

The emperors and divine generals gathered, their expressions grim, with traces of tears still in many eyes. They had believed they’d arrived at Taigu Honghuang and seen their loved ones, only to realize it was a hoax. The feeling of being manipulated was infuriating.

“Heaven Emperor domain, you are the first to break my illusion.”

As the generals fumed, a female voice suddenly rang out, its source unknown—perhaps the void heavens or the nine underworlds—ethereal and melodious, like a beautiful immortal melody, each word a graceful note.

Unfortunately, that pleasing voice carried an supreme bewitching power. Even the emperors felt their minds waver upon hearing it, and looking at the divine generals, over ninety percent were now dazed and unresponsive.

“Senior, you flatter me.”

Ye Chen replied calmly, his body emanating a halo of eternity that pulled the mind-disturbed divine generals back to sobriety, then sealed them into the Chaos Cauldron.

“Sacred Body Supreme, truly extraordinary.”

The ethereal female voice spoke again, her words laced with a faint, elusive laugh, still carrying that bewitching quality. Even the emperors had to silently recite calming mantras to resist it.

Only then did they trace the source of the voice.

Gazing eastward, they saw a misty cloud bank. As they watched, the clouds parted, revealing a staircase of layered clouds leading to a cloud platform at the top, where a bed rested.

And the speaker was on that bed.

It was a woman, propping up her face with one hand, lying sideways facing them, lazily reclining. Her other hand toyed with a strand of her hair while teasing a small white fox on the bed beside her.

She hadn’t even glanced at the crowd while speaking.

“Is that a person?”

The divine generals peered from the cauldron’s rim, their eyes narrowed as they stared up the cloud stairs at the woman. They confirmed she was human and that she was the one who had drawn the expeditionary force into the illusion. Even powerhouses like Di Huang had fallen for it.

“She’s so beautiful.”

Kui Niu stared in a daze.

No one disagreed.

Indeed, the woman was stunningly beautiful, her features peerless. Dressed in immaculate white robes, she seemed untouched by the mortal world, enveloped in enchanting immortal glow, even her hair strands shimmering with dreamlike light.

She was like a fairy, a exiled immortal from a dream, with a graceful figure, pure and flawless, beautiful as an illusion.

“Why does she look so familiar?”

Ren Wang poked his head out, his eyes nearly squinted into slits. At first glance, he felt he’d seen her before, and the more he looked, the more familiar she seemed.

Like him, the other veterans were observing.

After looking, they all turned to Hong Yan.

Familiar? Of course she was. The woman looked exactly like Hong Yan, like twin sisters—or perhaps mother and daughter.

“Sister.”

Hong Yan parted her lips slightly, calling out just in time, leaving the divine generals stunned and the emperors astonished.

Sister? She had a sister?

From Hong Yan’s expression, it was clearly genuine. Her eyes misted over, forming a frost of emotion, her gaze hazy, her body trembling slightly.

Yes, it was indeed her sister: Qi Huan.

After endless ages and eras, reuniting brought a profound weariness to her heart. Hong Yan’s eyes were blurred with tears.

Seeing this, the generals understood.

So, she was Ye Chen’s sister-in-law.

“Good sister, I hope you’ve been well.”

Qi Huan chuckled lightly, stopping her teasing of the little fox and finally lifting her gaze. She ignored Ye Chen, the emperors, and the divine generals, focusing only on Hong Yan, her smile playful and teasing, with a hint of gentleness hidden deep in the dreamlike depths.

“Please, let the various heavens go.”

Hong Yan choked back a sob.

After so many years, this was the first time she showed such a humble plea.

No one knew better than her how terrifying her sister was. Across the Saint Demon Domain, Calamity Demon Domain, Heavenly Demon Domain, Ancient Heavenly Court, and the two eras, Qi Huan was the only woman who could stand alongside the Ancient Heavenly Court Empress.

“Bargaining requires leverage.”

Qi Huan smiled, finally rising, still looking only at Hong Yan, her lips curving seductively. “What do you have? Sacred Body bloodline? Supreme cultivation? Or that half-dead little Sacred Body beside you?”

“I have... faith.”

“Faith?”

Qi Huan laughed playfully, gently stroking the little fox in her arms. “Little girl, faith means nothing to me.”

“Hey, who’s going up to win her over?”

Xiao Ling Wa squatted at the cauldron’s rim, glancing back. Qi Huan’s words were grating.

“Don’t move, I’ll do it.”

“Stop fooling around, I’ll go.”

“Get lost, I’m first.”

Shouts erupted from Kui Niu and Xiao Yuan Huang, their faces flushed as they argued. Their underlings were even more eager; such a beautiful woman fired up anyone who saw her.

She was Hong Yan’s sister, after all.

She was Ye Chen’s sister-in-law. If their seventh brother married Hong Yan, they could marry her sister—surely a match made in heaven!

“She’s a Saint Demon.”

Ren Wang said casually.

“A quasi-Huang Emperor level Saint Demon.”

Long Ye added.

Well, that settled it. With those words, Kui Niu, who had been peering out, lost his footing and tumbled headfirst into the cauldron.

“Monkey, I thought you’d be more reliable.”

Kui Niu grumbled as he scrambled up, shifting the blame to Xiao Yuan Huang. Glancing at his own group, they had gone from bold to deflated in an instant.

“I’m not going.”

Xiao Yuan Huang laughed awkwardly, backing down without hesitation. If it came to that, it wouldn’t just be a sore back—it could be fatal.

Not everyone was as foolish as them; most were serious. In that moment, all wore expressions of shock.

A Saint Demon? She was indeed one, at the quasi-Huang Emperor level.

Normally, with quasi-emperor cultivation, they couldn’t discern her realm or bloodline, but they recognized certain phenomena unique to Saint Demons, achievable only by a quasi-Huang Emperor. Thus, they judged her as a quasi-Huang Emperor level Saint Demon—the highest-level foreign supreme they’d encountered on the Taigu Road.

They could see it, and so could the emperors.

Shock—everyone was shocked.

A Heaven Emperor level Saint Demon could already rival a quasi-Huang Emperor; a true quasi-Huang Emperor was even more formidable.

“Sister is a Sacred Body, and sister is a Saint Demon.”

“What an interesting family.”

“Compared to a quasi-Huang Emperor sister, Hong Yan’s cultivation is just...”

“That’s not important. What matters is they’re opposites, or she wouldn’t have dragged us into the illusion.”

The divine generals chattered, sighing, clicking their tongues, and expressing shock and doubt.

Speaking of the illusion, they couldn’t help but shudder. If Ye Chen hadn’t pulled them out, most would have perished in it.

Still, as they spoke, their expressions remained dazed.

Qi Huan was clearly a Saint Demon, yet she looked like a fairy in white robes, dreamlike and radiant, with no trace of demonic energy at all!

Ye Chen said nothing, just watched quietly.

He had been awake the whole time and was the first to see Qi Huan’s face clearly. Though surprised, he wasn’t overly shocked.

He knew Hong Yan’s origins, so having a sister who looked identical was possible.

What surprised him was Qi Huan’s cultivation.

A quasi-Huang Emperor level Saint Demon was an existence beyond his reach. Even teaming up with the empress, they likely couldn’t defeat her.

“Little girl, come to me, to your sister.”

In the silence, Qi Huan parted her lips lightly, extending her hand toward Hong Yan. As she did, layers of cloud stairs unfurled from the nine heavens, step by step, reaching Hong Yan’s feet.