Chapter 3174: Cosmic Impact

Chapter 3174: Cosmos Impact

This was a peach blossom forest, isolated from the world.

Deep within the forest, hidden among the trees, stood a row of bamboo houses, bathed in the pure moonlight, peaceful and serene.

Ye Chen and Zhao Yun were inside one of the houses, meditating to heal their wounds.

Outside, many figures gathered—one by one, all gods from their own factions.

Under the moonlight, people of all kinds were present.

For instance, Yue Shen, Di Xian, and the group from Yao Chi, including the female supreme beings, sat at a stone table, calmly sipping tea.

Others, like the wild heroes, sat in a crowd, legs crossed, bragging away.

Meanwhile, Shen Yunsuan Yuan and Xuan Yang stood by their master's side, quietly listening to the elders' teachings.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Such sounds rang out frequently, rhythmic and quite pleasing.

There were always some mischievous ones, each holding a jade seal, gathered together smashing walnuts.

"Xiu Er, eat up."

"Get lost."

Whenever this happened, Yue Shen's face turned exceptionally dark.

Under the moonlight, the atmosphere remained fairly harmonious.

Inside the house, Ye Chen and Zhao Yun sat facing each other in meditation, eyes closed as they healed, their Yongheng forces intertwining and dancing together.

Their trip to Shen Xu had left them severely injured.

The most troublesome issue was their Yongheng forces, which had been sealed and refined—whether intertwining or fusing, it was an unprecedented experience for them. They couldn't achieve perfect harmony. Zhao Yun suffered backlash from his own Yongheng, and Ye Chen was wounded in his Dao roots because of Zhao Yun's Yongheng. To reach flawless integration, they would need more practice.

Exterminate!

Ye Chen murmured in his heart, forming a sword with his Yongheng to cut away all the killing intent within his body.

Only then did a hint of color return to his face.

Afterward, the wounds all over his body began to heal one by one under the soothing power of Yongheng.

"What profound divine power."

He had murmured this to himself countless times.

The so-called divine power referred to the force woven from their two Yongheng energies—truly deserving of the word "profound," vast and majestic. It refined the body with great benefits, enhancing Dao essence and pushing Yongheng toward perfection. There was a kind of divine melody-like Dao sound that even made his mind wander in bliss.

Zhao Yun was experiencing the same thing.

Both were enveloped in divine light, as if forged from Yongheng, even their strands of hair shimmering with radiance.

Pop!

At some point, this sound echoed.

Then, a brilliant divine rainbow shot from Ye Chen's crown straight into the sky, piercing a massive hole in the vast firmament. Amid the flashes of lightning and thunder, visions of Yongheng manifested.

"Has he broken through?"

The gods outside, whether bragging or smashing walnuts, all looked up.

Indeed, he had broken through.

The supreme being of the Sheng Ti lineage had defied the heavens and advanced, rising from the initial stage of Zhun Huang to the middle stage.

Zhao Yun, however, showed no signs of breakthrough.

That made sense—he had been sealed for five hundred years, and in a way, his injuries were worse than Ye Chen's. He was still in the healing phase, with damage to his Dao roots, Dao essence, primordial spirit, and body.

Ye Chen remained unmoving, like a monk in meditation, exuding a dignified aura.

Each advancement was like a rebirth.

The Sheng Ti's might shook the universe, and his pressure dominated heaven and earth, making the cosmos tremble. Bathed in divine light, he truly resembled an eternal god sitting upon the river of time, every strand of light from his body carrying a mythical hue. At the end of time, he would be the one to witness Yongheng.

Such scenes had occurred in the Taigu Honghuang before.

Due to his rebirth, both Hong Yan and Di Huang benefited, floating in the void like two dazzling suns.

"The Sheng Ti lineage is truly fascinating."

All the supreme beings looked up, their expressions awkward.

Though the Sheng Ti were few, they were all formidable. They transformed every few days and underwent rebirth every so often.

How long had it been? Their cultivation levels advanced as if boosted by some cheat.

But upon reflection, the emperors understood. As an ancient Sheng Ti from the Heavenly Dao, it couldn't be judged by normal standards. The Sheng Mo lineage had so many privileges, so the Sheng Ti lineage must have its own foundations—ones wrested from the Heavenly Dao itself. Every time the Sheng Ti grew stronger, the Heavenly Dao weakened by that much.

"The Heavenly Dao weakening might not be a good thing."

At the mountain peak, Shen Zun held a wine jug, his words laden with meaning.

Those who understood, knew.

With the Heavenly Dao weakened, its suppression of external forces would also diminish. In such a situation, if an outer cosmos invaded, this universe's innate advantages would be greatly reduced due to the Heavenly Dao's decline.

After all, the Heavenly Dao was still the ruler of this cosmos.

If it was strong, the cosmos was strong; if it was weak, the cosmos was weak.

As for the Sheng Ti, though they had seized foundations from the Heavenly Dao and were growing step by step, in the short term, the Sheng Ti lineage couldn't uphold the cosmos alone. At least, they needed to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Heavenly Dao.

This mutual decline was merely self-consumption.

In this state, if an invasion truly came, it could lead to disaster.

Roar! Clang!

As the emperors watched, a dragon and a phoenix appeared in the vast sky. The divine dragon came from Di Huang, and the immortal phoenix from Hong Yan. Both reflected a hint of Yongheng light, likely due to Ye Chen's influence.

"This works too?"

Many supreme beings clicked their tongues in amazement, while those who remained silent watched with shining eyes.

The only one not looking was the Heavenly Court Empress.

She sat atop the mountain peak, like an unmoving ice sculpture, her delicate brows occasionally furrowing.

In an instant, she opened her eyes.

In another instant, she rose and stepped into the vast sky, causing the void to rumble. Under everyone's gaze, she separated her Yongheng Dao body and then crossed the cosmos, landing in the starry heavens of the various realms.

The emperors who saw this all frowned, for the empress's demeanor was gravely serious.

"What has happened?"

Shen Zun had already discarded his wine jug and ascended to the sky.

"A wave of destructive force is colliding toward this cosmos."

The empress spoke calmly, already pressing her palms together and merging with the cosmos, erecting a pillar of Yongheng light.

"Another cosmos explosion?"

Shen Zun asked tentatively.

"Not confirmed yet."

The empress parted her lips slightly and changed her hand seals, personally controlling the mysterious great array.

As she expected, it wasn't long before the heavens and earth began to shake—not just in Taigu Honghuang, but in the various realms and three worlds. Not only mortals but even the great emperors and supreme beings couldn't stand steady, feeling a destructive force brush across the heavens and earth. If not for the empress holding it back, the starry sky would have shattered, and the three worlds' cosmos would have been destroyed.

Yet, this was only the first wave.

In just three to five moments, the second wave of destructive impact arrived. Even the empress, at her peak strength, had blood overflowing from her lips, her face paling. This collision was even more ferocious than the last.

Beyond that, she seemed to hear a roar.

That roar was filled with anger and sorrow, likely a soul-shaking howl at the moment of death.

Before she could catch her breath, the third wave struck, making even the empress stagger.

Shen Zun fared even worse; he was working with the empress to hold it back, but his foundation wasn't enough. He was sent flying, vomiting blood for eighty thousand li, with half his imperial body exploding into a mist of blood—it was extremely gruesome.

The emperors were horrified.

They knew there was an impact, but not its source—only that the destructive force was overwhelmingly powerful.

Fortunately, after the third impact, the heavens and earth returned to calm.

The empress's Dao body in the various realms had already dissipated into nothingness, while her true form in Taigu Honghuang plummeted from the sky. Her blood-stained figure was strikingly vivid, and she had fallen into a coma.

In her slumber, she dreamed again.

It was the same dream: Ye Chen with disheveled hair and a body drenched in blood and bones, nailed to a divine stele by a black war spear, undergoing judgment by the gods in front of all.

"Come back, hurry back."

Di Huang also dreamed and murmured in his sleep, making Shen Zun frown. Di Huang rarely dreamed, and when he did, it became reality. Seeing his sister's pained expression, it must be a nightmare, and even in the dream, she couldn't forget to call out.

No need to ask—he knew exactly who his sister was dreaming about.

In this world, besides that Sheng Ti named Ye Chen, no one else could stir her emotions.

It wasn't until three full days later that Ye Chen opened his eyes, exhaling a turbid breath that burst with dazzling colors.

His injuries healed and he had undergone rebirth and advancement, leaving him full of vigor.

Glancing at Zhao Yun, he seemed relatively calm, still quietly healing. The five-hundred-year seal and refinement, though survived, meant the lost foundations needed to be slowly replenished.

"Immortality and indestructibility—truly overbearing."

Ye Chen remarked, squatting in front of Zhao Yun with a serious tone, though his hands were busy. He reached into Zhao Yun's inner world and rummaged around, as if searching for something.

What was he looking for? Naturally, treasures.

"Found anything?"

Zhao Yun opened his eyes and glanced sideways at Ye Chen—this guy stole from anyone he could.

"Not even a single divine stone."

Ye Chen clicked his tongue and withdrew his hand, casually patting Zhao Yun's shoulder as if nothing had happened, then turned and left.

"Stealing my treasures? Not a chance."

That was the meaning in Zhao Yun's eyes, after which he closed his eyes again to heal.

Ye Chen had already stepped out of the house, stretching his back vigorously.

But no sooner had he emerged than the heavens and earth shook, and even he couldn't stand steady.

"What a powerful impact."

Ye Chen murmured, gazing at the vast sky. He could sense that the entire Shen Realm had trembled.

"Again?"

The wild heroes stood up, like Ye Chen, looking toward the firmament.

Why say "again"? Because there had been such an event before, causing the upper, middle, and lower realms to shake.

Ye Chen had already heard about this.

Now facing another impact, his gaze grew deeper. It seemed the collapse of the cosmos passage that day wasn't without cause. Such a strong impact, if not held back by the supreme gods, would surely shatter the cosmos.

He wondered if the various realms were experiencing the same.

As he spoke, two more waves of impact followed, shaking the heavens and earth twice more.

As Ye Chen said, supreme gods were secretly holding it back, their gazes even deeper than his, knowing more. Clearly, it was from a cosmos explosion, with residual waves scattering—likely from an incredibly distant place, with the power infinitely weakened. If it had been right at the edge of that cosmos, even the supreme gods couldn't have withstood it.

The difference was that the various realms had been hit first.

This cosmos was delayed by three days.

After all, the positions and distances were different, so the impact's power varied.

Only after a long while did the heavens and earth calm down.

"What do you all think?" Shen Long Dao Zun was the first to lower his gaze and look around.

"External force impact."

The responses from the gods, including Ye Chen, were basically the same. Such a formidable shock must be on a cosmic scale—perhaps another cosmos acting up, affecting this one as well.

Fortunately, the supreme gods were upholding the facade.

"Do any of you know where to find the Dun Jia Tian Zi?"

Ye Chen sat down, speaking leisurely, not forgetting his purpose here.

Zhao Yun had been rescued.

Once they gathered enough Tian Zi, they would embark on the return journey—the supreme beings of the various realms were still waiting for the Tian Zi to save them.

"The Bolu Mo Domain."

Di Xian parted her lips slightly. Zhao Yun had been sealed for five hundred years without reason, and she had been sealed by Bolu for five hundred years. Though she had been in slumber, her mind was clear, and she knew many secrets.

"In that case, we'll start with them."

Ye Chen spoke casually. Once Zhao Yun recovered, they would head to the Bolu Mo Domain.

If they struck, they would strike to utterly cripple them, to avoid any future trouble.