Chapter 3155: Reaching the Pinnacle Again

"What a lively scene."

In the Shenjie Boluo Magic Domain, the sky was dim and oppressive, with even more Zhizun arriving uninvited. Every time a Shenming descended, they would utter such a line.

Boom! Rumbling!

The heavens shook incessantly with thunderous roars, the Zhizun's presence dazzling and overwhelming. With so many Shenming gathered, chaos was inevitable.

Gazing at the sky, the crowd of Shenming stood at the periphery, hands clasped behind their backs, eyes gleaming with intent. They pondered how to extract some benefits from the Boluo Magic Domain.

This was only what was visible on the surface.

Who knew how many more lurked in the shadows.

"Why come uninvited, everyone?"

Boluo spoke indifferently, his tone unfriendly, clearly implying that the Boluo Magic Domain did not welcome them—where they came from, they should return to, and quickly.

"So many people."

"So cool and refreshing."

"So exciting."

The Shenming said nothing, but their expressions spoke volumes, acknowledging Boluo's attempt to drive them away. Yet, not a single one budged. They stood like spears on the mountain peaks and filled the sky, perfectly upright.

Boluo frowned. With the four great inheritances united and four Zhigao Shenqi in place, they feared no threats from all sides. However, the number of arriving Shenming seemed excessive. If they banded together to cause trouble, it would be a real headache.

After all, they were fully focused on refining Ye Chen. Even with the Shenqi, they had no spare attention for anything else.

Thus, the trap set in the Boluo Magic Domain had its flaws. They should have invited another Zhigao inheritance to join. With five Zhigao Shenqi combined and the five great Zhigao inheritances united, they could not only stabilize the universe and seal the magic hall but also fortify the entire Boluo Magic Domain like an impregnable fortress. That way, these minor players wouldn't swarm in to stir up trouble.

They had considered this before and even invited Wuwang Mo Zun from Shenxu, but that one was obsessed with Zhao Yun and wouldn't come no matter who called. Not to exaggerate, even if his own father were being beaten to death outside, he wouldn't step out of Shenxu.

Wuwang Mo Zun didn't come, but Meng Mo did, cloaked in black robes and hidden in the void.

This woman must have been provoked, grinding her teeth in resentment. The way she glared at the Boluo Magic Hall was vicious and terrifying. During their excursion to the Xianjie, they had encountered someone named Ye Chen and suffered defeat after defeat, their divine dignity utterly shattered.

"You're everywhere."

Kuang Yingjie sneered, glancing over. Meng Mo hid herself well, but nothing escaped his eyes. If the situation weren't so inappropriate, he would definitely pull her aside for a chat about life's ideals.

Since he could see her, Yaochi could too. If possible, she would find a nice grave for Meng Mo and bury her properly, then visit now and then to jump around—such a nuisance.

Buzz! Buzz!

The Boluo Magic Hall hummed and radiated light, as the four great Zhigao inheritances added another layer of divine seals, locking it down tightly and preventing any escape.

Inside the hall, Ye Chen's Dao embryo had completed its Nirvana derivation. The newly born Shengti was even more radiant.

Now, he appeared to be three or four years old, with the refinement ongoing and his growth gradual. Every inch he grew made him stronger.

The process was slow.

However, the eternal immortality sustained it. Before he could be fully refined, he would return to his peak.

"Can you hear me?"

He had said this many times, speaking to the Tianting Empress through the connection in his Shengti's eyes.

Unfortunately, it didn't always work.

Or perhaps, the words he transmitted were erased by some mysterious force. Even if the empress could hear, her response might not reach him.

"Boy, is that you?"

He couldn't hear the Tianting Empress's words, but another voice came through clearly.

It was Zhao Yun, using eternal transmission.

"You're still alive?"

Ye Chen replied, his face darkening. Ever since arriving in this universe, he had endured countless beatings.

Zhao Yun laughed.

Only now did he realize that the eternal one was his good friend—truly surprising.

But thinking about it, it made sense. Ye Chen was the tenth emperor of Great Chu, whose cultivation, talent, and bloodline were no less than his own. It wasn't strange for him to comprehend eternity. What Zhao Yun lamented was that Ye Chen had come to this universe. As he thought, they were destined to meet again.

Unfortunately, the circumstances were awkward. This was supposed to be his domain, where he should play the host, but he was sealed and suppressed, unable to do anything.

"Why on earth did you face the calamity?"

Ye Chen spoke again, with nothing else to do, so he sought conversation, and Zhao Yun was the perfect choice.

"You know damn well why I faced the calamity."

Zhao Yun glanced across the void from his side, his face darkening to a glossy black.

"What do you mean?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"I say it's because of you—would you believe that?" Zhao Yun said deeply.

"What does it have to do with me?"

"When you get back, ask your Ming Emperor. That guy should know all about it—truly outstanding."

"Ming Emperor?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow again, his expression odd. He didn't ask Zhao Yun further, letting his mind fill in the blanks. From Zhao Yun's words, it seemed the Ming Emperor had done something shady.

Zhao Yun said no more, his face growing even darker. Some matters only became clear after returning to this universe—a seed planted long ago had taken root and sprouted at the most inconvenient time, leading to a karma that lasted thousands of years.

So, he truly admired the Ming Emperor.

Even now, he still admired him. That was a real talent, exceptionally skilled.

"Substituting for my calamity?"

Ye Chen was still mulling this over—it sounded so mysterious. He couldn't even imagine what the Ming Emperor had done to Zhao Yun back then.

"When you go back, ask him."

Ye Chen muttered to himself, his curiosity piqued. Calamities and rebirth—could they really be substituted?

"Aren't you going to come save me?"

After a long while, Zhao Yun spoke.

"If you have the chance, save me first."

Ye Chen replied earnestly, his face darker than Zhao Yun's. You unlucky fool.

Zhao Yun clutched his chest, feeling a stomachache.

Good friends, one sealed, one suppressed, both being refined.

Who knew whose luck was worse.

Anyway, their situations were both awkward.

Ye Chen fell silent.

Zhao Yun fell silent too. Neither was idle; both quietly sensed the eternity. As eternal ones, one was eternally indestructible, the other eternally immortal. Different paths of eternity, yet converging, with a natural resonance between them. If brought together, something miraculous would surely happen.

Ye Chen was certain of this.

Just like back then, when they connected the Taigu Road, he and the empress combined their eternities to produce divine power.

So, going to Shenxu was essential. As long as he reached Zhao Yun's side, anything was possible.

"Heavenly Dao."

Zhao Yun murmured softly, his eyes flickering. Not for the first time, he lifted his gaze, as if peering through endless voids to see Ye Chen, sealed in the magic hall.

Clearly, this universe, called Zhutian, was no simple place. It might differ from their own, but its situation was equally complex.

"Have you heard of Yongheng Xianyu?"

"Have you heard of Yongheng Xianyu?"

As expected of good friends, their words overlapped perfectly, spoken in unison.

"The realm of the rulers."

"The origin of the gods."

They spoke together again, the meanings aligned though the words differed. Evidently, neither knew the true origins.

"Time to wash up and sleep!"

"Alright!"

Their conversation was straightforward and casual.

Zhao Yun closed his eyes.

In that same instant, Wuwang Mo Zun opened his. He had been guarding this altar from the beginning, determined not to emerge until Zhao Yun was refined.

Five hundred years—exactly five hundred years—and still, the eternity hadn't been refined. It was infuriating.

Now, looking at the sealed Zhao Yun, the eternity was reviving again. What on earth was going on?

Zhao Yun sneered.

This sneer was directed at Wuwang Mo Zun. You little old pest, you won't be jumping around much longer. Once the eternities unite, we'll take you down.

"Grow, get bigger."

On Ye Chen's side, it was quite lively. He sat straight, muttering to himself.

And indeed, he grew.

From two or three years old to three or four, his voice still childish, but his stature had risen significantly, with his growth accelerating.

"Interesting."

Luohou, standing in the vast expanse, chuckled darkly, his gaze on Ye Chen now laced with greed.

Not just him—A Luo Fo Zun and Xian Zun wore similar expressions. Supremes from an outer universe were extraordinarily rare. Even without eternity, they held great research value. If taken back and stewed, it would be highly nourishing. Add some cumin and chili, and who knows, it might even grant immortality.

Boluo Mo Shen frowned. The other three great inheritances all showed greed—this was no good. If a qiang ensued, three against one, she would be at a disadvantage.

And that wasn't all.

Looking at the Shenming Zhizun on the periphery, they hadn't come empty-handed either, all carrying weapons for the fight, ready to claim a share of the spoils at any moment.

One day passed quietly.

Two days slipped away in a flash.

Three days cycled through day and night.

Over these three days, the dim Boluo Magic Domain grew busier by the day, with even more reclusive Shenming arriving one after another.

Among them, a few were so formidable that even Luohou showed caution, and Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. Shenjie truly hid dragons and crouching tigers.

"A bloodbath is inevitable."

Kuang Yingjie looked up, taking a deep breath. The Shenming who had come were beyond imagination in number, and even more lurked in the shadows.

In such a scenario, even if Ye Chen broke his seal, he would face a siege larger than before.

After three days, Ye Chen had grown again.

Now, he looked seven or eight years old. The Shengti was undergoing a rebirth, reversing age, in this vile confinement. Even with the four Zhigao Shenqi refining him, it couldn't break through immediately—remarkably tenacious.

And so, days passed without any movement from the magic hall, while more Zhizun arrived in waves, making even Fo Zun furrow his brow.

The one regretting it most was Boluo Mo Shen. Back when they planned, they should have chosen A Luo's Fojiao. Even if war broke out then, it wouldn't have affected the Boluo Magic Domain. Now, however, her own inheritance grounds had become a hotbed of trouble. Though it seemed calm now, once the fighting started, it would shatter the heavens and earth, and her domain would suffer.

"How about changing locations?"

Boluo Mo Shen glanced at the other three gods.

"Why change? This is just fine."

Before Luohou and the others could respond, Ye Chen spoke, as if sensing Boluo's concerns. Concerns were good—digging a pit in your own home might bury you along with it.

His words carried significant meaning, for as they fell, he completely shed the reversal of age. Since arriving in this universe, he had finally returned to his utmost peak for the first time.