Chapter 3166: Eternal Alien Space

Shen Xu remained silent, but the spectators hadn't dispersed. Under the countless gazes, A Luo Fo Zun was the first to emerge from Xian Hai. His kasaya was stained with fresh blood. Following him were Sha Lu Mo Shen, Po Luo Mo Shen, and Xian Zun, each more disheveled than the last. It was hard to say who was worse off.

"Truly the four great inheritances!"

"Besides the descendants of the Zhi Gao Shen, who else would dare act so brazenly in Shen Xu?"

"They must have gotten beaten."

Discussions erupted, filled with sighs, gasps of amazement, and murmurs of emotion. For some reason, seeing the four great inheritances suffer a thrashing felt incredibly satisfying. They had bullied others enough in the past, and now it was their turn to experience a beating.

Amidst the sighs, shock prevailed even more. The four supreme inheritances, each wielding a Zhi Gao Shen artifact and joining forces to enter Shen Xu, still weren't enough. This showed just how terrifying Shen Xu was.

"Back when we sneaked into Shen Xu and made it out alive, that was pure luck."

Kuang Ying Jie sighed, speaking to Yue Shen. Yue Shen said nothing but couldn't help feeling a lingering fear. Surviving that had truly been a miracle. As forbidden zones went, Shen Xu was on a whole other level compared to places like Mo Yu.

"Damn."

Still under the gaze of the crowd, the four great inheritances vanished without a trace. Before leaving, each uttered a cold remark, though it was unclear if it was directed at Shen Xu or themselves. They were all gods, yet the gap between them was so vast! That scene made onlookers want to laugh. They had arrived full of bluster, only to slink away in defeat, spouting the boldest words while taking the harshest beating.

"The grand spectacle has ended."

The crowd gradually dispersed, any thoughts of causing trouble vanishing. Even the four great inheritances had been overpowered—what chance did ordinary people have? Shen Xu's order was absolute; without a Zhi Gao Shen, no one could meddle.

The vast starry sky suddenly felt empty. However, Xiu Luo Tian Zun and his group had not left; they remained guarding outside Shen Xu, waiting to provide support.

Meanwhile, on another front,

Wu Wang Mo Zun had already entered Sen Luo Shen Dian. He appeared completely at ease. This battle had utterly crushed the four great inheritances, and it felt exhilarating. Shen Xu's prestige shone even brighter now.

Upon entering the yi space, he froze for a moment. It wasn't that he was easily surprised, but the sight before him was anything but normal. That fool named Ye Chen and the one named Zhao Yun were squatting on the altar, each holding a jade seal and cracking walnuts on their heads. The crisp sounds were oddly pleasing, no matter how you heard them.

Wu Wang Mo Zun furrowed his brow, stunned for an instant. After that brief moment, he lifted his gaze, glancing at the Wu Wang Shen Dao, then at the Dun Jia Tian Zi, and finally at the vast starry expanse. Only then did his eyes settle on Ye Chen and Zhao Yun. You could say they had quite the leisurely spirit, even while sealed.

"Dao friend, care for a walnut?" Ye Chen said, smashing another one open with a crack.

"Interesting."

Wu Wang Mo Zun chuckled softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he approached slowly, stepping onto the altar.

Buzz!

Instantly, the altar hummed with energy, lightning flashing and thunder roaring.

"Illusion."

Wu Wang Mo Zun snorted coldly, shattering the illusion in a fraction of a second. In that same fraction, Ye Chen and Zhao Yun were not idle. Their Yong Heng powers intertwined, forming an immortal sword of Yong Heng that slashed into the void, breaking the altar's seals and shattering the divine artifact and Tian Zi's bindings.

"You..."

Wu Wang Mo Zun's expression changed dramatically. What in the world was this? How had they broken the seals?

"Five hundred years."

Zhao Yun rose, his voice hoarse. He stretched his neck comfortably, his snow-white hair turning back to black. His aged form regained vitality at a visible speed, his entire body radiating brilliant Yong Heng light. In the haze, he seemed like a true god.

"Still as handsome as ever—such a bother."

Ye Chen was even more relaxed, pulling out a small mirror from somewhere and fixing his hair while speaking with a meaningful tone. His demeanor showed that his aura was clearly reaching new heights.

Indeed, a certain quality about him was quite striking. The so-called Yong Heng was reflected in him as well, an immortal glow enveloping his sacred body, as radiant as Zhao Yun's. Though he was right there, he felt like an eternal monument standing at the end of time.

"Impossible. This is impossible."

Wu Wang Mo Zun staggered back, his eyes bulging in disbelief. There were seals on the altar, Zhi Gao Shen artifacts within, Dun Jia Tian Zi above, supreme laws inside, and divine array patterns outside. With so many layers of imprisonment, he couldn't fathom how they had escaped.

It didn't matter if he couldn't figure it out—as long as his eyes worked. In the vast void, two divine dragons had appeared, one belonging to Ye Chen and one to Zhao Yun, both shimmering with Yong Heng light as they coiled and roared. Every collision traced strands of Yong Heng light dancing together.

"Yong Heng interweaving?"

Wu Wang Mo Zun stepped back again. Even with a slow mind, he could see what was happening. It was Yong Heng at work. If he hadn't witnessed it himself, he wouldn't have known that two types of Yong Heng could merge into an even more dominant force. It was this power that had broken all the seals.

A scheme—this was a scheme. In an instant, he saw through it all. Ye Chen had allowed himself to be captured to bring the Yong Heng powers together. Pathetically, he had only just realized it; from the start, he had been played.

Without time to think more, he turned to flee. It didn't matter if Ye Chen had broken free or if Zhao Yun had—what counted was that they were still in Shen Xu, where he was the ruler. With the gods' help, he could reseal them.

"Dao friend, no need to rush off!"

Ye Chen flashed forward with Yong Heng speed, blocking the yi space exit. He didn't even glance at Wu Wang Mo Zun, casually brushing dust off his shoulder. His attitude clearly said: You've sealed me for so long; we should sit down and chat. If not, I'll lose my temper.

"New grudges and old scores, all to be settled."

Behind him, Zhao Yun stood firm, his divine glory bursting forth, a Yong Heng divine mark appearing on his forehead. The two positioned themselves, one in front and one behind, trapping Wu Wang Mo Zun in the middle.

"With just you?" Wu Wang Mo Zun glared coldly at Ye Chen, then vanished in an instant with a step.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Ye Chen cleaved through space with a palm, forcing Wu Wang Mo Zun back from his escape.

"Blade, come!"

Wu Wang Mo Zun roared, summoning the Wu Wang Shen Dao. Without needing his call, the blade flew like a divine light and merged into his body, boosting his divine power instantly.

Boom!

He stepped forward and thrust out a palm, trying to force his way out. But before he could steady himself, a terrifying binding force froze him in place. The one casting the seal was Zhao Yun. A god who had comprehended Yong Heng was formidable in battle and excelled at support.

In that moment, Ye Chen's fist struck. It was a punch of Yong Heng, the supreme strike of the sacred body lineage, grasping the universe itself, eternally indestructible. It dominated all realms. Wu Wang Mo Zun had just broken free when the punch sent him flying with blood and bones scattering. Only the Zhi Gao Shen artifact kept him from total destruction.

"Seeking death."

Wu Wang Mo Zun snorted, etching a demonic mark on his forehead and merging with Shen Xu's order. But embarrassingly, this state lasted only an instant before dissipating—or rather, being stripped away by some mysterious force. More bluntly, it was isolated from Shen Xu's order.

"How is this possible?"

Wu Wang Mo Zun's face darkened, saying the same words for the second time. Looking around, it was no longer his yi space; Ye Chen and Zhao Yun had created another yi space within it, forged with Yong Heng, even isolating Shen Xu's order.

"Yong Heng Yi Space—does it meet your standards, Dao friend?"

Zhao Yun said lightly. The yi space they had built with two types of Yong Heng was indeed profound.

"Two against one—how many rounds can you last?"

Ye Chen grinned at Wu Wang Mo Zun, his eyes sharp and filled with Yong Heng. Even with the Zhi Gao Shen artifact protecting him, Ye Chen and Zhao Yun could still obliterate him. The two Yong Heng powers were unbeatable across the universe.

"All gods, heed my command—come aid me at once!"

Wu Wang Mo Zun howled, calling the supreme beings of Shen Xu. If he could just break this yi space, he could merge with Shen Xu's order again. As before, he could crush the four inheritances and smash these two Yong Heng wielders.

Unfortunately, his transmission was erased by Yong Heng. It made sense—if it could isolate Shen Xu's order, transmissions were meaningless.

He was trapped, confined in the Yong Heng Yi Space. If word got out, it would make people laugh themselves silly. On his own turf, with a Zhi Gao Shen artifact and complete order, he had been trapped in a yi space.

Wu Wang Mo Zun's face paled. The situation seemed dire. He might not even hold his own in a one-on-one, let alone against two.

Boom!

As he spoke, Zhao Yun attacked, slapping out a vast Yong Heng realm filled with towering mountains, winding rivers, and every blade of grass and tree glowing with eternal, indestructible light.

"Destroy me?"

Wu Wang Mo Zun bellowed, drawing the Wu Wang Shen Dao and cleaving through the Yong Heng realm with one strike. But he paid a heavy price for it. Though the realm collapsed, it unleashed countless strands of Yong Heng light, slashing his divine body to bloody shreds.

Pfft!

Before he could steady himself, Ye Chen's attack arrived—a single punch that nearly exploded Wu Wang Mo Zun. Once again, the Wu Wang Shen Dao held firm, protecting him. This was what made Ye Chen and Zhao Yun so troublesome; with the artifact's defense, even they struggled to kill him.

"Save me!"

Wu Wang Mo Zun shrieked, shooting like a divine ray into the void. He was panicking—the lord of Shen Xu was panicking. After just two rounds, he fled desperately, slashing out two devastating strikes in succession to break the yi space. He had to escape; staying meant certain doom.

Regrettably, his world-shattering blows landed on nothing, not even rippling the space. His transmissions and cries for help were completely wiped out by the two Yong Heng powers.

"No way to heaven."

Ye Chen said calmly, stepping up into the eastern void to block him.

"No way to earth."

Zhao Yun added, striding through the sky to block the western void.

Boom! Rumble!

The yi space shook, a dark and misty expanse with lightning and thunder. In the east and west, Ye Chen was like a blazing sun, and Zhao Yun like another, both radiating Yong Heng light—immortal and indestructible. Strands of law wove through it all, illuminating the dim order, with countless visions manifesting, all veiled in Yong Heng and echoing the grand sounds of the great dao, composing a divine symphony.

In comparison, Wu Wang Mo Zun in the middle seemed rather dim. It wasn't that he lacked strength or brilliance; it was just that the two Yong Heng wielders overshadowed him completely.

This was the gap of Yong Heng.

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