Chapter 3153: It's Quite Cool

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Bōluó Domain was far from peaceful. Deafening booms echoed through the skies, the chaos of a massive battle unfolding, revealing that person surnamed Kuáng.

To be precise, it wasn't exactly a battle; more accurately, Xiūluó Tiānzūn was being relentlessly pursued by the gods of Bōluó.

"Damn it, we've been tricked."

Kuáng Yīngjié muttered under his breath, occasionally glancing back at the hazy expanse, where four Supreme Divine Artifacts gleamed dazzlingly.

Looking at Bōluó Hall, it had turned into a veritable prison, etched with countless god-level array patterns and anchored by four Supreme Divine Artifacts—who could possibly escape that?

Surprise, shock, and awkwardness—all sorts of emotions played out as they charged forward aggressively, only to realize it was a trap.

The feeling of being outmaneuvered was utterly nauseating.

"You, surnamed Kuáng, won't get away."

The gods of Bōluó roared furiously from all directions, each wielding their weapons of war, exuding an aura more intimidating than the last, their faces twisted in savage rage, as if they wouldn't stop until Kuáng Yīngjié was dead.

"A bunch of vermin."

Xiūluó Tiānzūn snorted coldly, gripping his divine artifact and cleaving a god in two with a single strike, then soaring into the sky to flee.

Escaping wasn't going to be easy; he had to run for it.

With so many gods and such formidable foes, if they ganged up on him, he'd be reduced to dust. He wasn't afraid of one-on-one fights, but a mob was another story.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The gods of Bōluó shouted hoarsely, chasing without respite, a massive swarm bearing down on him. Whenever they caught up, they'd unleash their world-shaking divine powers without a word.

The one surnamed Kuáng wasn't just all talk; dragging his blood-soaked divine body, he fought his way out of Bōluó Demon Domain. His combat style was fierce, and even his retreat was impressively bold.

"How embarrassing."

In his small world, the gods all coughed awkwardly. A figure on par with Shén Zhào Yún like Xiūluó Tiānzūn was actually being hunted down.

There was no helping it—the enemy had far too many gods.

They weren't without their own forces, but compared to the opposition, theirs seemed like child's play.

"It's not a big issue."

Kuáng Yīngjié said, glancing back again. Though he couldn't win a fight, killing him wouldn't be that simple either. The real problem was Yè Chén and his two companions.

They were trapped in Bōluó Demon Hall, sealed by four Supreme Divine Artifacts and locked down by countless god-level array patterns—it wouldn't be easy for them to escape.

If things went wrong, they could all be wiped out.

As it turned out, they had underestimated their foes. When it came to setting traps, the enemy was incredibly cunning, and they didn't hold back, deploying four Supreme Divine Artifacts—what a lineup!

"I've got a little donkey I never ride, but one day I felt like it."

In the demon hall, a childish tune rang out, melodious and cheerful, echoing through the entire hall and across the heavens.

It was Yè Chén.

This little guy certainly had a flair for the dramatic, strolling around the hall with his hands tucked in his sleeves, examining this and that, occasionally tapping a copper pillar or two.

"This guy..."

Shénlóng Dàozūn twitched his mouth, his expression quite amusing. What kind of time was this to be so relaxed?

Yuè Shén also coughed awkwardly, wondering where Yè Chén found the composure. They were all sealed in here—why wasn't he the least bit anxious?

Panicking wouldn't help.

That was Yè Dàshǎo's response, at least.

Indeed, panicking was useless.

In this situation, he was completely helpless. The enemy's trap was flawlessly executed, with the Wasteland Emperor Weapons sealing the heavens and earth, and god-level array patterns locking down the demon hall. Even the Path of Dreams was ineffective—four Wasteland Emperor Weapons had joined forces to create a forbidden domain where everything was illusory and meaningless.

So, the talents in this universe weren't lacking in brains; they were experts at scheming.

"How do you three like this setup?"

Bōluó Móshén chuckled sinisterly, standing in the hazy sky and gazing down at the demon hall, his laughter dark and terrifying. After all, this was their territory—whoever came had to play by their rules. Did they really think the Supreme Inheritances were just for show?

"It's alright."

Yè Chén replied casually, still wandering around. He was chatting idly, but he knew he had to break this deadlock.

He saw it merely as a trap, not a dead end. Though he and his two companions were confined in the demon hall, there were still people outside—Jī Níngshuāng and Kuáng Yīngjié were out there. They didn't need to fight to the death; just disrupting one Supreme Divine Artifact for a moment or two would suffice. He was confident he could fight his way out then.

"You bald donkey, do you have a beef with the Buddhist Kingdom?"

Shénlóng Dàozūn cursed loudly, glaring at the Buddha standing in the north, the one controlling the Fú Fó Zhōng. That Buddha exuded a majestic and serene Buddhist light, but it was tainted with demonic energy, and even the prolonged, solemn Buddhist chants carried a hint of dark power.

Yè Chén had glanced at that Buddha for a moment and recognized his reputation.

He was Āluó Fúzūn, the current ruler of the Buddhist Kingdom in the divine realm, with foundations as deep as Bōluó Demon Domain.

This lineage had once produced a Supreme God.

However, this Buddha looked more like a demon—calling him a demonic monk suited him better than Fúzūn.

Yè Chén held no fondness for Buddhists.

He still remembered the tragedy at the base of Wǔzhǐ Mountain, where those who claimed to be Buddhists were no different from demons.

If Dàrì Rúlái hadn't also been on the side of all living beings and joined the future's war against the heavens, he would have had a serious talk with that one.

"Amitabha, Divine Dragon donor, your killing intent is too heavy. This humble monk has come to guide you out of the sea of suffering."

Āluó Fúzūn smiled, framing the sea of suffering in a grand manner, which made Shénlóng Dàozūn curse even more.

In fact, Yè Chén was cursing too.

He was just doing it silently in his mind, having already mentally insulted the Fúzūn countless times in that short while.

Amitabha!

No matter how Shénlóng Dàozūn railed, that Fúzūn only repeated those four words, all while smiling—how infuriating.

"When I get out, I'll pay a visit to the Buddhist Kingdom."

Yè Chén muttered to himself.

In the various heavens, he regretted not beating Dàrì Rúlái. Now that he was here, he had to have a showdown with the Buddhists—the Fú Fó Zhōng from their side was something he really fancied.

Turning his gaze from the Fúzūn, he looked at Bōluó Móshén, then Luóhóu, and finally settled on the fourth figure, another god controlling a Supreme Divine Artifact.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see clearly—just a blurry silhouette, with a distorted form and endless visions swirling around, accompanied by infinite dao sounds.

"He is Xiānzūn, the supreme of Xiān Zǒng."

Yuè Shén whispered, explaining his background to Yè Chén.

"Xiān Zǒng, what a fine place."

Yè Chén tucked his hands away, unfamiliar with the name Xiānzūn, but Xiān Zǒng was one he'd heard of endlessly.

Xiān Zǒng was another forbidden zone in the divine realm, on par with Shén Xū—enter, and you might never leave.

"How do I have so many enemies?"

Yè Chén clicked his tongue, speaking to Yuè Shén. Seeing so many formidable figures and hearing about so many terrifying inheritances, most of them seemed to be against him.

From this perspective, the universe of Zhào Yún was far more chaotic than his own various heavens. He wondered if, should the Heavenly Dao seek to destroy the world, these ancient titans would unite as they had in his realm.

Yuè Shén felt a bit awkward about that. The enemies were indeed numerous and intimidating, but as Yè Chén was an outsider, the grudges of this universe couldn't be summed up in a few sentences.

Boom!

Suddenly, a boom resounded.

The once-calm demon hall began to shake violently, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring above, streaks of lightning formed from Wasteland Emperor-level laws. These were conjured by the four Wasteland Emperor Weapons, each carrying destructive power, casting apocalyptic glows that were painfully blinding.

Clearly, the four supreme beings outside had started refining the demon hall and were now aiming to refine the three of them as well.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous rumble, the sky filled with lightning, forming a vast sea of thunder that engulfed Yè Chén, as well as Yuè Shén and Shénlóng Dàozūn.

Yè Chén was fine, sustained by eternity, but Yuè Shén and Shénlóng Dàozūn were in a bad state. The lightning was made of laws that pierced through everything, assaulting their primordial spirits and true forms directly.

Yè Chén waved his hand, pulling the two into his small world, while he continued strolling through the sea of thunder.

Eternity wasn't just for show.

Killing him might be possible, but refining him would take at least five hundred years—don't even think about it.

"How interesting."

Luóhóu chuckled darkly, his gaze on Yè Chén deep and probing. Someone who had cultivated eternity was no ordinary god.

"He belongs to Bōluó Demon Domain."

Bōluó Móshén said indifferently, as if they had already made an agreement before setting the trap. From her words, Yè Chén was hers.

"I want Shénlóng Dàozūn."

Xiānzūn spoke leisurely, his first words since arriving, his voice like immortal echoes, carrying supreme authority.

"Yuè Shén has a connection with the Buddhist Kingdom."

Āluó Fúzūn smiled, clearly here for her—he planned to initiate her into Buddhism upon return.

Luóhóu just smiled without speaking.

Agreements were meaningless; in the divine realm, power was the only truth.

Back then, Shén Zhào Yún had entered the world to face his tribulation and was seized by Wúwàng Mózūn first. He wouldn't let this other cultivator of eternity slip away easily.

Not just him—Āluó Fúzūn and Xiānzūn wouldn't either. For all their polite words, when it came down to it, they could discard face without a second thought.

"Bōluó Demon Domain is quite the spectacle."

As he spoke, a figure materialized in the virtual sky, clad in a purple-gold dao robe, his face a blank void.

It was Wúxiàng Lǎoshén.

This one had impeccable intel; how could he miss such a grand event?

Bōluó, Luóhóu, Fúzūn, and Xiānzūn didn't even acknowledge him, merely glancing over.

In essence, without a Supreme Divine Artifact in hand, he could cool his heels elsewhere.

This was quite refreshing.

After Wúxiàng Lǎoshén, two more arrived: Dàomó Jūn and Shénmó Zūn, the inseparable duo, coming together without a word, their expressions perfectly conveying: This is quite refreshing.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Where there was refreshment, gods naturally gathered. The booms continued incessantly as one god after another appeared, as if by prior arrangement, uninvited but self-assured.

Each one, upon arriving, found a spot to stand, secretly pondering how to claim a share.

"If we don't get meat, at least let us have some soup—otherwise, we'll cause trouble."

No one said it aloud, but the gods' expressions said it all. They hadn't come all this way just for a scenic tour.

The sky was filled with gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas.

What a sight.

Yè Chén looked up more than once; this assembly was far more terrifying than the last one. Even if he escaped the demon hall, a bloody battle was inevitable.

Hmm?

As he observed, he let out a soft hum of surprise. The surging sea of thunder in the hall seemed to have some indescribable divine power affecting his state of reversed aging.

If reversed aging was a form of seal, then this lightning of laws was like a sword breaking the seal.

"What a pleasant surprise."

Yè Chén couldn't help but laugh, his smile genuine. Though he didn't know why, he realized this predicament could be the key to his nirvana and rebirth.