Chapter 3124: Dream Demon

On the vast continent, Ye Chen reappeared, bathed in starlight, landing atop a mountain peak. Once everything was settled, he stood there motionless, hands tucked in his sleeves, his brows occasionally furrowing.

"A formidable one has arrived. Not to be trifled with."

After a long while, he murmured to himself.

"Not to be trifled with?"

Shen Yunsuan Yuan and the old man exchanged glances. If even Ye Chen said so, it must be truly terrifying—at least beyond anything Wútian Xuè Zūn could match.

Ye Chen didn't argue with that.

Earlier, not only had supremes divined him, but they had also spied on him. If he hadn't escaped quickly, and if Zhōutiān hadn't been profound enough, he likely would have been caught. One thing was certain: it was a female supreme with purple hair that seemed dreamlike and illusory, and her power was outrageously strong. Compared to her, Wútian Xuè Zūn was nothing more than a small fry.

"Huāng Dì level?"

The Hunlun Ding muttered quietly, connected to its master's thoughts and able to hear his inner voice.

Ye Chen shook his head with a smile.

There weren't that many Huāng Dì around. If it had been one, he would have been suppressed long ago. Though the purple-haired female supreme was powerful, she hadn't reached Huāng Dì level. In his view, she was on par with Quasi-Huāng Qí Huān.

That's why he had fled so quickly.

In his current state, even facing Wútian Xuè Zūn would be troublesome, let alone that woman.

"Which supreme is it? Do you have any illusion of her? Let us take a look—maybe we recognize her."

The old man said.

Ye Chen didn't reply. Using Zhōutiān, he conjured a vague human form, blurred and indistinct, with only the purple hair faintly visible.

"Can't make it out!"

The old man rubbed his eyes.

That was the point—it was meant to be unclear.

This was what Ye Chen wanted to say. Even he couldn't see it clearly, so how could they? Or rather, with the restrictions on him, Zhōutiān was incomplete, so he could only produce a fuzzy illusion.

"Purple hair."

Shen Yunsuan Yuan stroked his beard.

"A female supreme."

The old man rubbed his chin.

"Mèng Mó?"

After three or five seconds, the two exchanged glances again. There were many female supremes, but few were formidable enough to make Ye Chen say that. It was easy enough to narrow it down.

As they mentioned Mèng Mó, both felt an involuntary shiver in their hearts—whether from dread or fear, who could say? In terms of infamy, that woman far surpassed Wútian Xuè Zūn.

Ancient legends said she slaughtered gods without a drop of blood. Anyone drawn into her dreams rarely escaped alive, not even supremes.

They weren't entirely sure, but the supremes sealed in the ding saw it all clearly, and more than half of them paled, muttering to themselves that even that great figure had descended from the divine realm, which was beyond expectations.

"I heard from my shī shū that she had already perished."

"Your shī shū's words are best taken as hot air."

"I recorded what you just said."

"Stop messing around."

Shen Yunsuan Yuan and the old man kept chatting back and forth, like a comedy routine.

"Mèng Mó."

Ye Chen murmured softly. Just from that title, it was clear she cultivated the Dao of dreams. She truly seemed like someone who had stepped out of a dream, both divine and demonic.

Speaking of Mèng Mó, there was one in the heavens too—the Emperor of Dreams from the 130 Emperors of Xuánhuāng, once called Mèng Mó by the world. But they belonged to different universes, so having the same title wasn't surprising.

"You'd better watch out for her dreams, or you won't even know how you die. She slaughters without spilling blood."

The old man warned.

Ye Chen didn't respond, but his expression said it all.

Do you think I'm new to this?

He was familiar with the Dao of dreams too, though not as deeply versed as Yáochí. But if she thought she could kill him with that alone, Mèng Mó still fell short.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Dunjia Heavenly Character in Wútian Xuè Zūn's hands has likely been taken by Mèng Mó."

Shen Yunsuan Yuan frowned.

Honestly, that was obvious. Even the Chìyàn Xióngshī understood it, and Ye Chen saw it clearly too—whoever was stronger would claim it.

"If I'd known, I should have acted earlier."

The old man pinched his beard, glancing at Ye Chen. Snatching it from Wútian Xuè Zūn would have been easier than from Mèng Mó.

Ye Chen remained silent, taking a swig of wine. He understood the logic, but whether it was Xuè Zūn or Mèng Mó, if either wanted to leave, he couldn't catch or stop them. After all, with the restrictions on him, his speed was greatly diminished. In this state, he could handle a fight, but chasing someone was another story.

That was why he hadn't gone after Xuè Zūn for the Heavenly Character before—not because he couldn't win, but because he couldn't catch up. If he couldn't pursue the person, how could he seize the item?

Fortunately, the paths between the immortal and divine realms were severed, so even Mèng Mó couldn't return to the divine realm freely; she needed a specific time. That was undeniable, and he'd seen through it.

So, he still had time. Once he found the Dunjia Heavenly Character, he could lift more restrictions.

Of course, if he could find Xiù'ér from Zhao Yun's family, using the Moon God's principles, he could weaken the restrictions the same way.

In short, as long as he grew strong enough, he could tell both Mèng Mó and Xuè Zūn to go to hell.

"A supreme is here."

The old man suddenly exclaimed, startling Shen Yunsuan Yuan.

"I see it."

Ye Chen looked up, gazing into the vast sky.

In his sight, a majestic figure stood there, wearing a dragon crown and a fluttering golden dragon robe. At first glance, he looked like an emperor from the mortal world. Indeed, he was a supreme, standing in the heavens and overlooking the continent. His domineering divine sense swept unchecked, with the pressure of a Tiān Dì level enveloping the universe. The people below had already prostrated themselves. In their eyes, that divine being in the void was more radiant than the sun, his brilliant light dispelling the darkness.

"Tàiyáng Shén?"

The Hunlun Ding trembled slightly. In this world, people basically referred to such figures by divine titles, and at a glance, that one truly resembled a sun.

"If Tàiyáng Shén were here, he'd slap him dead without a second thought."

The old man said with his hands tucked away. The word "resembled" needed emphasis—compared to the real Tàiyáng Shén, that guy was just a minor underling.

"It should be Huángjīn Shén."

Shen Yunsuan Yuan stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"This divine title sounds incredibly wealthy."

The Chìyàn Xióngshī sighed.

The most composed one was Ye Chen. In an instant, he vanished and reappeared right in front of Huángjīn Shén.

"You."

Huángjīn Shén, who had been surveying the world just a moment ago, suddenly changed expression. A small figure had abruptly appeared before him, smiling brightly—who wouldn't be shocked? As a supreme, he hadn't sensed it at all.

Better late than never.

Ye Chen's hand was already striking down, shattering Huángjīn Shén's physical body with a palm. But he didn't completely destroy it, because Huángjīn Shén had a divine weapon protecting him—a golden divine mirror that was extraordinarily tough, engraved with divine patterns and wrapped in divine principles. It even attacked on its own, condensing a golden divine sword from its light that slashed into Ye Chen's divine sea. However, it failed to breach the Shénlóng Shield's defense, only sparking a few embers.

"A damaged Quasi-Huāng Dì artifact."

Ye Chen sighed, reaching into Huángjīn Shén's body and forcibly pulling out the divine mirror. Without it, Huángjīn Shén's flesh would have been reduced to ashes.

As for Huángjīn Shén, dragging his blood-drenched body, he fled desperately, his legs moving with incredible speed. In an instant, he escaped the continent and vanished into the starry sky.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Ye Chen followed like a shadow, charging into the stars and cleaving through the cosmos with a palm, forcing him out.

"Exterminate."

Huángjīn Shén's recovery was no joke. In the blink of an eye, he reformed his divine body. The moment he was forced out, lightning burst from his brow, forming a thunder war spear aimed at the primordial spirit.

In the past, Ye Chen would have countered with Shén Shāng, but now, with his body restricted, he couldn't use it. Instead, he simply swung a palm, obliterating the attack and sending Huángjīn Shén flying eighty thousand miles, smashing a dead star into oblivion.

Before Huángjīn Shén could steady himself, Ye Chen was upon him again, saying nothing as he struck with another palm.

Thud!

Without the divine mirror's protection, Huángjīn Shén's body was truly destroyed, leaving only his primordial spirit, which tried to fight back desperately but was suppressed by the sacred body with a single palm.

And so, another supreme primordial spirit was added to the Hunlun Ding. When old acquaintances met, the supremes' expressions were especially awkward, particularly the newly arrived Huángjīn Shén, who stood stunned for a long time. Well, that explained it—they hadn't seen each other in days because they were all here.

Sit down. Make yourself at home.

No one in the ding spoke, but the supremes' expressions perfectly conveyed that sentiment. They all stood in a neat row, hands tucked away and heads hung low. Outside, they were supreme gods, but here, they were all well-behaved underlings.

"Good stuff."

Ye Chen retreated into the vast sky, moving stealthily through the void with the divine mirror he'd seized from Huángjīn Shén hovering in his palm. It was still buzzing and trembling, full of spirituality, constantly trying to escape but firmly sealed by Ye Chen.

"Boss, give it to me."

The Hunlun Ding grew restless, jumping up and down. If it could devour that, it would taste great.

Get lost.

Ye Chen waved it off, sending the Hunlun Ding back to his small world. This was a damaged Quasi-Huāng Dì weapon, far superior to any Tiān Dì artifact. Just looking at its material, it was undoubtedly supreme divine iron—something he'd never seen in the heavens. It needed thorough study. Besides, it hadn't been refined yet—who knew if it could even swallow it without backlash? So, it should go where it's comfortable.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's the Hào Tiān Divine Mirror of Tàiyáng Shén."

The old man licked his lips, his eyes gleaming. He'd never seen it before, but he'd heard the legends—it had been stained with the blood of countless supremes. Whether among the top ten divine artifacts or the top ten vicious ones, this mirror ranked highly. Too bad it was damaged. If it were intact, even Ye Chen might not be able to refine it. Certain marks and imprints were innately indestructible; even if outsiders obtained it, it would be useless.

"What exactly happened in the divine realm?"

The old man recognized it, and so did Shen Yunsuan Yuan. Tàiyáng Shén's life-bound divine artifact was actually with Huángjīn Shén and had been refined by him. Could Tàiyáng Shén have fallen?

"Good stuff."

Ye Chen examined it again and again, marveling as the old man had said. Even the complete Hào Tiān Divine Mirror might be beyond his ability to refine.

At that thought, he glanced extra at Huángjīn Shén. No need to ask—he knew this guy's background was no simple matter. There must be a supreme god behind him. The damaged Hào Tiān Divine Mirror was probably refined for him by that supreme god. With such an artifact protecting him, it was obvious this one's origins were extraordinary.

Hmm?

As he was looking, a wave of divination power swept in, slightly different from before, carrying a dreamlike hue.

"Mèng Mó?"

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes. No need to trace back—he knew exactly who was divining him.

In an instant, his mind blurred, and the scene before him turned hazy and indistinct, like a dream.

"Using divination as a medium to drag me into a dream?"

Ye Chen sneered and instantly broke free.

In the same moment, he gathered his Zhōutiān Divine Sword and, following the traces of the divination and dream, slashed out with a sword.