Chapter 3145: God Realm

Shen Jie.

Ye Chen reappeared on an ancient star. The so-called Shen Jie was a vast starry sky encompassing countless star domains, including ancient stars and floating continents.

"This is Shen Jie!"

"At first glance, it's no different from Xian Jie."

"The heavens and earth here are far more overbearing."

In the small realm, Chi Yan Xiong Shi stood on his tiptoes, gazing around with wide-eyed curiosity. Shen Yun Suan Yuan and Xuan Yang were also visiting for the first time. Though they had become gods, they still felt like country bumpkins. As for Yue Shen and Ruo Shui, they had been here for years and were already accustomed to it. The only constant was Zi Xin, as if nothing in the world could stir her emotions.

"Indeed, it's extraordinary."

Ye Chen stood at the peak of a mountain, scanning the surroundings. Occasionally, he would lift his gaze to the vast sky, his eyes deep and profound.

Why was it called Shen Jie? It far surpassed Xian Jie in every way. Not to mention other aspects, just the structure of the heavens and earth — he couldn't even trace its source or patterns.

It seemed as if some transcendent divine force was supporting it in the shadows. Even if Shen Jie were to explode, it wouldn't collapse.

Beyond that, his imperial senses were restricted here, or rather, suppressed by some unseen power, preventing him from surveying the entire Xian Jie with a single glance as he could below.

Moreover, standing in Shen Jie, he couldn't see Xian Jie, let alone the Ling Jie beneath it.

Yue Shen emerged and stood beside him. She knew more about the secrets of Shen Jie than Ye Chen did. What worked in the lower realms might not work here, for this was the gathering place of the gods, where one couldn't easily manipulate the rules.

"Where is he being suppressed?"

Ye Chen pulled out his wine flask and asked Yue Shen. The "he" he referred to was, of course, Zhao Yun.

"Shen Xu."

"Good place."

Ye Chen took a swig of wine.

He had heard of Shen Xu after arriving here. It was one of the five forbidden zones of Shen Jie. It was filled with hidden array patterns everywhere — essentially a minefield. And it wasn't somewhere anyone could just enter. Even if one could get in, even a supreme being had to tread carefully. Stray off the path, and you'd meet an unknown end. The word "Xu" in its name wasn't just for show.

"Is there any way to sneak in?"

After a long pause, Ye Chen spoke again.

Yue Shen shook her head lightly. "Xiu Luo Tian Zun and I once tried, but we were trapped in the divine arrays. It was a nine-death struggle to escape. I fell from my divine position, and Xiu Luo Tian Zun likely suffered the same. We only know Zhao Yun is suppressed in Shen Xu, but not exactly where."

"If we launch a direct assault, what's the chance of success?"

Ye Chen huffed on his wine gourd and then wiped it with his sleeve. This was quite a treasure — a Tian Di-level divine artifact — and he was using it to hold wine, which suited his style perfectly.

"A guaranteed death."

Yue Shen's answer was straightforward, and as she spoke, she glanced sideways at the young master Ye. The words "direct assault" sounded bold from him. Across the three realms and through eternity, he was the first to suggest attacking Shen Xu head-on. Aside from the highest gods, anyone else who went would die.

"So, that means we go for cunning tactics!"

Ye Chen cleared his throat, as if he could read Yue Shen's thoughts. Since a direct attack was out, they'd have to use their wits — like kidnapping someone from Shen Xu. He just wasn't sure if his old tricks would work in Shen Jie.

Boom! Rumble!

As they spoke, a thunderous roar echoed. Perhaps it was far away, or maybe their perceptions and divine senses were suppressed, so they could only faintly hear it. But one thing was certain: it was the fluctuation of a supreme battle.

If there was a fight, it was worth checking out.

Ye Chen put away his wine flask and stepped out from the ancient star.

"Be careful."

From behind, Yue Shen murmured softly.

Buzz!

It was a divine arrow, pitch-black and wrapped in thunder, shot from an unknown direction by an unknown assailant. It ignored the rules of space and carried devastating power, stirring the heavens and earth with a rumbling buzz. It was locked onto Ye Chen — a fatal strike.

"Hiding in the shadows."

Ye Chen said calmly, raising his hand and catching the arrow precisely. Eternal energy flowed from his palm, dissipating its force, and a layer of halo spread out from him as the center. The desolate ancient star he had just stepped from was instantly shattered into dust.

Shen Yun Suan Yuan and the others watched, their hearts trembling. If it had been them, they'd have been instantly killed by that arrow.

"If you want to fight, come out."

Ye Chen spoke unhurriedly, his hand gripping the arrow as eternal power shattered it inch by inch, until it turned to ashes. He knew exactly who had fired it — it had to be Wu Wang Mo Zun, who couldn't hold back any longer.

But that arrow was more for show than anything; thinking it could destroy the Holy Body Supreme was wishful thinking. Even if Wu Wang Mo Zun came in person, it might not be enough, let alone just an arrow.

"Do you dare come to Shen Xu?"

Wu Wang Mo Zun sneered. The earlier arrow was a challenge; now, his words were a provocative taunt. He was occupied with refining Zhao Yun and couldn't deal with anything else, so he had to lure Ye Chen over.

As long as Ye Chen entered Shen Xu, he had a thousand ways to trap and kill him. His plan was rock solid.

"Do you dare come out?"

Ye Chen glanced around. His foundation was strong, but he wasn't foolish enough to rush into Shen Xu for no reason.

There was no response from the other side.

Ye Chen didn't bother with it anymore and strode through the void, heading straight for the source of the rumbling. It was likely that some of his own allies were being besieged, and there might even be that guy named Kuang involved.

As for Shen Xu, he would go eventually, but not now — at least not until he resolved the issue of reversing aging.

Yue Shen followed like a shadow.

Boom! Rumble!

The closer they got to that part of the starry sky, the clearer the sounds became. It was indeed a battle. From a distance, they could see the aftershocks forming layers of halos spreading in all directions. Without even looking, they knew countless stars had been destroyed.

Yet, people were still watching — or rather, gods were watching. They stood around with their hands clasped behind their backs, each with a natal divine artifact hovering above their heads. That was why it was the gathering place of gods; turn your head, and you might smash into a few.

Looking at the battle, it was a full-on group fight. The one being besieged was a blond youth in divine armor, wielding a war spear. At first glance, he looked like a general from the mortal world, with a fierce and commanding aura, fighting boldly and freely. From afar, he was like a blazing flame, his radiant light illuminating the heavens and earth.

His attackers were three gods: one in a billowing blood robe, one with flowing red hair, and one with eerie purple eyes. All were savage and bloodthirsty, coordinating seamlessly as they battered the blond youth, leaving him covered in blood and wounds.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The clash of supremes was no small matter. From a distance, they could see destructive visions, lightning flashing and thunder roaring. The four fighters were shrouded in it, and most of the time, only blurred figures were visible. The blond youth was in the worst shape, his blood-soaked back a heart-wrenching sight.

"This Long Yang has quite the resilience."

Someone clicked their tongue; the blond youth was Long Yang, and their tone carried a hint of regret.

"Anyone connected to Shen Zhao Yun seems to meet a bad end."

"Even someone as strong as Xiu Luo Tian Zun was crippled."

"Even Yue Shen barely escaped with her life."

Sighs and laments rose one after another. In recent years, they had witnessed too many tragedies and seen too many supremes fall in the starry sky.

Pfft!

Under the gaze of the gods, the god named Long Yang spat blood again, struck by a finger from the purple-eyed supreme that blew open his chest, sending divine bones flying. Before he could steady himself, the red-haired supreme arrived with a heavenly sword, nearly splitting him in two. The most ruthless was the blood-robed supreme, whose sword targeted his divine soul, almost extinguishing Long Yang's essence.

"Looks like he's done for."

The spectators inhaled sharply; they could see Long Yang's condition. He was already gravely injured, and now under siege — if things went as expected, he'd be slain.

"Refining you into a puppet wouldn't be bad. You'd kneel at my feet for eternity."

The purple-eyed supreme chuckled eerily, thrusting another finger that pierced another bloody hole in Long Yang.

"His divine bones are mine."

"His natal weapon is mine."

The red-haired and blood-robed supremes both smirked, already dividing the spoils while their prey was still alive, their cruel eyes gleaming with malice.

Long Yang said nothing, his body surrounded by dragon qi as he desperately protected himself, trying to break out, but he was blocked by the three supremes at every turn. His body was riddled with bloody gashes, and in places, his divine bones were exposed. Not just mortals — even the watching gods couldn't help but shudder.

"Is he one of our own?"

In a corner of the starry sky, Ye Chen revealed his true form.

Yue Shen didn't answer, but her actions spoke for her. Ye Chen stopped, but she didn't; she stepped through the void and entered the battlefield. With a sweep of her crystalline jade hand, she obliterated the purple-eyed supreme's body and seized his divine soul.

"Yue Shen?"

The blood-robed and red-haired supremes changed color instantly. They had been on the offensive, but midway, they turned to flee, their eyes on Yue Shen filled with fear. Damn it, hadn't she fallen from her divine position? Hadn't she fled to Xian Jie? When did she return?

"Do you think you can escape?"

Yue Shen said indifferently. From her brow, two divine soul swords shot out, both inscribed with laws — one destroying the blood-robed supreme's body, the other the red-haired supreme's flesh. She then suppressed their remaining divine souls with a single palm.

The spectators' eyes gleamed. Many hadn't reacted in time; they thought Long Yang was about to fall, but reinforcements arrived — a terrifying god who took down three supremes in an instant.

"Zhao Yun's wife is truly formidable."

Yet, from the depths of the starry sky, an eerie laugh echoed, carrying a demonic power, with a tone of desolation and authority that brooked no defiance, making even the gods tremble.

"Dao Mo Jun?"

Someone ventured.

"Besides him, who else has such presence?"

Many gods sighed, feeling his aura press upon them from across countless star domains.

"Timing is everything."

Another eerie laugh emerged from that part of the starry sky, playful and mocking. Though the words were soft, they shook the universe like ancient thunder, causing the immortal vault to tremble and who knew how many ancient stars to shatter.

"Shen Mo Zun?"

"It's definitely him."

"Yue Shen is in grave danger; those two are invincible in their rank."

"Especially with two against one."

Discussions erupted again, and many had already fled this part of the starry sky, for the upcoming battle would be world-shattering. Ordinary gods should steer clear; without the foundation, they'd just get caught in the crossfire.

"Two tough ones have shown up."

Ye Chen stood with his hands clasped, waiting quietly. Though he called them tough, his eyes shone brightly.

How to put it? The tougher they were, the more likely they were wealthy. Taking them down would yield spoils.

Arriving in Shen Jie and having someone deliver gifts — how could he refuse?