Chapter 3161: The Play Wraps Up

Ye Chen emerged from Xian Zong, and the gods came out of Xian Hai, continuing the grand spectacle of escape and pursuit, with thunderous booms echoing endlessly.

He was indeed a professional at leading them on.

In the vast starry sky, with such a massive lineup, gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas filled the heavens, all chasing after just one person.

To the south,

Gazing down from above, one could see a sea of fire, vast enough to cover an entire star domain. The dark flames had burned for countless ages, and even from millions of miles away, the waves of fire could be felt, along with terrifying destruction.

This was Lian Yu, one of the forbidden zones and also one of the supreme inheritances, passed down for ten thousand eras.

The name alone suggested it was no good place. The title of forbidden zone was no exaggeration—it was a genuinely dangerous land, like Fo Guo, Mo Yu, or Xian Zong, filled with traps and countless killing formations.

Standing in the starry sky and looking out, one could see blurred mountain forms within Lian Yu, hidden deep in the flames. Inside must lie a demonic land, with a dim sky and occasional flashes of lightning and thunder.

Luo Hou had returned and now stood at the peak. The supreme divine weapon Lu Shen Jian was suspended in the void, serving as the array's anchor, reviving the heavens and earth to form a barrier that enveloped the entire forbidden zone.

"Will the outer universe supremes really come?"

Outside Lian Yu, many spectators had already gathered, standing on various stars and gazing into the distance with their hands behind their backs.

"Just look at Luo Hou's stance and you'll know."

The elder gods sighed, having fought midway before heading home to reactivate their mountain-guarding barriers, as if facing a great enemy, clearly on high alert.

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the eight directions. Speaking of Ye Chen, he appeared right then, his body drenched in blood and bones, shrouded in murderous aura, his step collapsing the starry sky.

He had arrived, and naturally, the gods had too, swarming in a massive group, each radiating killing intent.

"Boy, you run fast!"

Even across the void, Ye Chen's cold laugh could be heard as he kept up his pace, using a great shift to charge forward and reach Lian Yu's barrier without any surprise.

"Those who enter Lian Yu shall die."

Luo Hou said indifferently, his words full of authority.

"Then let it be."

Ye Chen shouted resolutely, instantly activating Yong Heng.

Clang!

The sound of metal colliding rang out clearly as Ye Chen, having used Yong Heng instant body, crashed into it like a steel plate.

He had underestimated Lian Yu's barrier.

The gods arrived in force, their attacks raining down from all sides, especially the three supreme divine weapons, which were the most destructive. Already battered from hitting the steel plate, Ye Chen's sacred body was now in ruins, and this wave of assaults nearly extinguished him.

"Open for me."

Ye Chen roared, shaking the immortal dome, and punched through the vast universe, trying to forcibly break Lian Yu's barrier.

Crack!

With a shattering sound, Lian Yu's barrier fractured, a massive hole blasted open, and waves of silent extinction qi surged out.

"Wow, he really broke it open."

The spectators were shocked, having heard of Lian Yu's barrier before—it couldn't be broken without a supreme divine weapon.

"Someone helped him."

The elder gods stroked their chins, speaking leisurely and with deeper meaning, while glancing at Bo Luo, Xian Zun, and Fo Zun.

As soon as the words were out, the gods understood.

It couldn't be broken without a supreme divine weapon, so clearly, someone had secretly used one, disrupting Lu Shen Jian's heavens and earth, creating a flaw in Lian Yu's barrier, which Ye Chen's punch exploited to shatter it on the spot.

The three supreme inheritances joining forces was bold indeed, aiding Ye Chen in breaking the barrier for a reason.

They were supposed allies, yet you lot were fighting outside while hiding inside to watch the show. And besides, our ancestral lands are already in ruins—why should yours be fine?

"Dammit."

Luo Hou raged, his eyes blood-red and terrifying. At the critical moment, he had been betrayed by his allies.

"Thank you, fellow daoists."

Ye Chen laughed and stepped into Lian Yu, his fearsome Zhun Huang pressure spreading across the four seas and eight directions. Wherever it passed, mountains collapsed one by one, ancient cities exploded, and amid wails, countless Lian Yu inhabitants perished.

Buzz!

Luo Hou gripped Lu Shen Jian and descended from the sky.

"Kill!"

The gods from outside also charged in, with Fo Zun, Xian Zun, and Bo Luo being the most aggressive, not hiding their power at all. Wherever they went, they caused chaos in Lian Yu, finally feeling satisfied.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The supreme great battle erupted once more, right in the forbidden zone of Lian Yu, fought with fierce intensity.

From outside, blood shrouded the heavens and earth, with various destructive visions intertwining, each one reflecting the glory of doomsday. Wails turned into funeral songs, and booms became death knells.

"Truly impressive!"

The spectators stood on tiptoe, peering in from outside, not daring to enter, their sighs and tsks unending.

No one refuted that it was impressive.

The four supreme inheritances had been stirred up completely. In the past, there wouldn't have been such a commotion, and no one would dare provoke a forbidden zone like this.

There was another fierce one named Zhao Yun who had done something similar—they must admire each other.

Pfft!

Amid the talk, a beam of golden blood light shot out from Lian Yu, dazzling in the starry void.

It was Ye Chen.

He had been severely wounded again; when people saw him, only half his body remained, covered in bloody gashes, injured beyond measure, barely clinging to life.

"It should end now."

Ye Chen spat blood from his mouth as he lifted his foot and crossed the void, dodging countless fatal attacks and fleeing this star domain, stumbling all the way.

"We won't stop until you're dead."

Behind him, roars shook the starry sky as Sha Lu Mo Shen, Bo Luo Mo Shen, A Luo Mo Seng, and Xian Zong Xian Zun, all wielding supreme divine weapons, pursued, with the other gods radiating killing intent.

Strike while he's down, finish him off.

The gods understood this principle well. Seeing Ye Chen's state, he clearly had only half his life left. If they didn't kill him now, it would be a massive disaster.

Another boom echoed through the universe.

The chase and escape reached their most brutal peak, even the spectators couldn't bear to watch—Ye Chen was too pitiful.

The more pitiful, the better.

That would be Ye Chen's response.

To put on a grand play, it had to be convincing enough, or how could it deceive the Meng Mo?

Speaking of Meng Mo, she was still around.

Not only was she there, she had been following all along and was indeed patient, waiting for an opportunity.

Ye Chen would give her that opportunity.

And so, the booms continued nonstop for three days. No one knew how many attacks Ye Chen endured or how many gods joined the fight, chasing from the eastern starry sky all the way to the western void.

Supreme blood splattered the entire path.

On the fourth day, the booms finally faded, and the gods stopped, gathering to curse.

Why curse? Because in the midst of the pursuit, Ye Chen's trace vanished. It was bizarre— in a blink, he was gone.

Awkward, extremely awkward.

So many gods, so many supremes, and they couldn't catch a half-dead man. How could it not be awkward? This was the second time.

Only after some time did the gods disperse.

It wasn't hard to see that many went to Xian Jie and then escaped to the lower realms. Since they failed to kill Ye Chen, he would be a threat. Once he recovered, revenge is certain.

So, it was wiser to hide early.

The most frustrated were the four inheritances. Their carefully planned traps kept going wrong—they hadn't refined him and had even destroyed their ancestral lands.

Returning home brought more cursing. They had all gone out to chase Ye Chen, only to find their homes ransacked. No one knew how many treasures were lost; the losses from this battle were catastrophic.

It was fortunate that the supreme gods had been buried for ages; if any were still alive and saw this, they would vomit blood.

It was over; the grand play had finally concluded.

Looking at the starry sky, it was full of scars and devastation, with countless stars destroyed in the chaos.

This was what a great calamity looked like.

The spectators dispersed, many still unsatisfied. Grand plays happened every year, but this year was especially eventful. Ever since Ye Chen arrived, the divine realm hadn't had a moment's peace.

He was the true god!

This was the world's evaluation of Ye Chen—a cockroach-like life, impossible to kill, and in one day, he had stirred up the four forbidden zones.

Just wait—when he shows up again, it will be another storm of blood. After enduring so many group beatings, he would surely take revenge one by one.

Ye Chen reappeared on an ancient star.

In the deep mountains and forests, he had collapsed on the ground, his battered Huang Gu sacred body still bleeding profusely. Every gash was entwined with eerie light—that was killing intent, from more than one person, plus the aura of supreme divine weapons. The most vile was the Buddhist demonic patterns sacrificed by the Mo Seng, extremely strange and hard to eradicate, constantly wreaking havoc inside him. Without those patterns, he could have fought on, at least not ending up this wounded—and he had nearly perished several times.

"Dao friend, I hope you've been well."

Suddenly, a eerie laugh arose, laced with demonic power, as a vague, graceful shadow materialized.

It was the Meng Mo, who had followed and hidden all along, finally revealing herself at this moment. It was because Ye Chen had only shown her this flaw that she tracked him here.

"Meng Mo."

Ye Chen feigned shock, staggering to his feet, but lost his balance and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"You have your day too."

Meng Mo grinned maliciously and struck with a palm, her crystal-clear jade hand flowing with ancient demonic patterns. Before it even landed, the mountains collapsed.

Ye Chen steadied himself forcibly, raising both hands to the sky and withstanding the palm, vomiting blood wildly.

"How long can you hold out?"

Meng Mo's lips curled slightly; she could see Ye Chen was at his limit. Otherwise, she wouldn't have emerged—she had been waiting for this chance, and now it was perfect.

As she spoke, more demonic patterns appeared in her palm, as if alive, cascading from her fingers to form chains of order, binding Ye Chen.

"Is this the time for me to leave my last words?"

Ye Chen glanced at Meng Mo.

"This god isn't ready to kill you yet."

Meng Mo chuckled darkly, her eyes filled with cruel light. This was a divine treasure trove; she couldn't just kill him. Taking him back for study would surely yield great fortune.

"Bring him back."

Suddenly, a desolate voice rang out.

Hearing this, Meng Mo frowned slightly.

Clearly, it was Wu Wang Mo Zun speaking, able to see this place—perhaps he had placed a mysterious seal on her earlier, allowing him to view the scene through her.

"Dammit."

Meng Mo cursed inwardly; she had wanted to keep this for herself, but Wu Wang Mo Zun had played his hand. Ironically, she only realized it now.

"Bring him back."

Wu Wang Mo Zun said calmly, his tone eager. This was truly unexpected—a mere Meng Mo had captured Ye Chen, another bearer of Yong Heng, not inferior to Zhao Yun. How could he not take him? He must refine him.

"As you command."

Meng Mo took a deep breath, though furious, she didn't dare disobey. She knew Wu Wang Mo Zun's terror; her so-called dream path was nothing in his eyes. One thing counters another, and he was truly vile. Defying him would lead to a gruesome death.

Seeing her wave her sleeve and take Ye Chen into her small world, she vanished in an instant, heading straight for the Shen Xu forbidden zone.

However, she didn't notice that in the moment he was taken in, Ye Chen's lips curved into a slight smile.

Just as expected—this grand play had worked.