Chapter 3257: The Heavenly Dao Returns

"He's back, finally back."

In the vast starry sky, crowds of people surged like tides, their faces beaming with joy.

The snow has stopped, and he will go home. Though it took a hundred years, it's not too late.

"I can't wait to give him a good kick."

"The whole world lowering its ranks to welcome the Sheng Ti—it's destined to be an immortal legend."

"Ten thousand years, and it's cost me so many tears."

"No more crying, absolutely not. If he dies again, whoever cries is the fool."

"Don't mess around; we still have to go through the formalities."

The starry sky was extraordinarily lively, filled with the sounds of people cursing, weeping with joy, sighing in amazement, and reflecting deeply. All sorts of emotions, expressions, and words intertwined into an indescribable scene, commemorating eternity.

"How miraculous."

Shen Zun murmured to himself, quietly gazing at Zhu Xian Town.

The Nu Di was there too, observing even more intently.

The Tenth Emperor of Da Chu has returned. From him, one could see no trace of the past, no glimpse of his previous or current life—he was like a vague, ethereal existence, appearing out of nowhere.

Perhaps it was because their cultivation wasn't sufficient.

Or perhaps the one called Ye Chen had never truly left.

The world offered sacrifices, and the world brought him back to life.

As the sacrificer in the great cycle of Tian Dao, he lives in everyone's hearts. All beings still regard him as their will, still set him as their belief. Will, belief, worship, eternity—all of these have once again forged the Tian Dao, and Ye Chen is that Tian Dao, an immortal one.

The events of the past are no longer important.

What matters is that he has been revived. The ten thousand years of snow were a tribute to him, and the whole world lowered its ranks to welcome his return. If this is a legend, it is surely an eternal myth.

"He's out, he's out."

Someone suddenly shouted.

Then, many people rolled up their sleeves, looking ready for a fight.

Clearly, they wanted to deal with someone.

Under the watchful eyes of all, a group of white-haired women stepped out across the star river. Chu Ling held a rabbit in her hand—well, actually, it was a person: Ye Chen.

But he had fainted.

He looked like he'd been beaten senseless, his hair a messy bird's nest, probably from being scratched. His body was covered in delicate footprints—who knows how many beatings he'd taken.

"Honestly, I feel bad hitting him anymore."

"If those girls step in, I can rest easy."

"Beating the Sheng Ti is their specialty."

The unserious ones gathered again, chatting nonsense with plenty of sighs.

The serious ones still had tears in their eyes, unsure whether to cry or laugh at the sight.

"Xuan Zu, is he the Sheng Ti?"

"Besides that guy, who else has such dazzling presence?"

"He's not quite what we imagined."

Many of the younger generation scratched their heads. In their minds, Ye Chen was like the statues depicted him: an ancient figure with a majestic emperor's body, overlooking the eight directions and shaking the universe. But now, seeing him in person, he didn't match that image at all.

"Sisters-in-law, let me kick him once."

"Get lost."

"Just once, I'll only kick once."

"Hey, you dead monkey."

The starry sky turned chaotic for a moment, with some restless folks always trying to get closer, always wanting to kick Ye Chen. They all ended up getting beaten until they couldn't tell north from south.

According to Yu Nu Feng's rules:

We can hit our own husband.

As for outsiders, go cool off somewhere else.

"How nice to have a wife."

"Is the Sheng Ti still in a mortal body? Will he hold up in bed?"

"If he can't, we can help out."

The customs of the various heavens remained as bold and straightforward as ever. There were plenty eager to lend a hand, but mainly they were worried about Ye Chen. With not a shred of cultivation, what if something happened to him?

"In our era, people had shame."

The Tian Ting's supreme beings took a deep breath, then collectively glanced at Shen Zun, implying: Except for someone like Shen Zun.

Shen Zun didn't mind, and pulled Qi Huan away with him.

After ten thousand years of either repairing the universe or searching for it, he hadn't had a proper rest or enjoyed a fulfilling life—like chatting with his wife.

Amid the discussions, a graceful figure gradually walked away.

Look at that—now that he's back, they're all full of energy, one by one.

The people behind smiled; everything was complete.

That night, the various heavens were peaceful, with many sleeping more soundly than ever. The hearts that had been heavy for ten thousand years were finally at ease, allowing for a good rest. Of course, there were still some misbehaving ones chattering endlessly at the base of Heng Yue's Yu Nu Feng.

Ye Chen had woken up.

Under the old tree, he sat harmlessly, as still as could be, not daring to move. The women formed a fan around him, all cupping their cheeks in their hands, smiling foolishly as they watched him. Each one looked utterly silly.

Well, they were all a bit off anyway.

He'd cursed them a thousand times in his heart already. He had no idea what he'd done wrong and got beaten for no reason. They were all so beautiful, so why such bad tempers? At least give a reason before hitting someone. Had he provoked them?

"He's cursing us."

"I heard it. Maybe we hit him too hard and scared him."

"Don't be afraid; we're all good people."

The women were quite amusing, staying up late instead of sleeping, just to tease Ye Chen. The scene looked like a group of hooligans cornering an innocent student after school, negotiating how much money they wanted—and telling him not to tell his parents.

To outsiders, it was a different picture altogether.

Ye Chen was still that pig; his wives were still those cabbages. As for why the pig wasn't nuzzling the cabbages, maybe he hadn't woken up yet.

That phrase "hadn't woken up" was spot on.

In the eyes of the emperors, Ye Chen really hadn't woken up and needed time to come to his senses. Once he did, Yu Nu Feng would get lively, with earthquakes and tremors. By this time next year, there'd be a bunch of little kids on Yu Nu Feng.

No one knew when Ye Chen finally fell asleep.

Chu Ling conjured a cloud and laid him on it.

Under the moonlight, they surrounded him like that, giggling foolishly.

Bathed in the moonlight, they all vanished, entering Ye Chen's dream. His dream was a blank void, with no memories at all—probably erased by the cycle of reincarnation. But in that blankness, even if he returned one day, they would wait forever.

A new day arrived.

Those who woke up all headed to Da Chu, all coming to Yu Nu Feng.

Naturally, they were there to visit Ye Chen.

But that guy didn't recognize anyone; he only knew himself. He thought he was a monkey, and this crowd had come to see the monkey. A few mischievous old folks even reached out to pinch his little arms and legs from time to time.

"Look how scared the poor kid is."

"Don't be afraid; we're all good people. We used to drink and party a lot."

"I thought beating him once would wake him up."

Whenever there was a big event, the unserious ones were always there.

And whenever they gathered, they inevitably got a thorough beating.

The wives of the Sheng Ti were pros at hitting their husband—and even better at hitting outsiders.

"No memories at all."

"Just a blank slate."

"Unknown?"

The unreliable ones were around, but so were the upright elders. They sat down and examined Ye Chen closely. Perhaps their cultivation wasn't enough, as they couldn't figure it out even after arriving. They only knew his state was strange, as if he didn't exist in the world.

"I have most of his memories; I could imprint them into his consciousness."

Xuan Di stroked his beard and said, glancing sideways at Shen Zun.

"I've already tried; it's still blank."

Di Zun took a deep breath and said, also glancing at Shen Zun.

Why were they both looking at Shen Zun?

Mainly because he looked a bit disheveled today. Probably last night things didn't go well, and he got beaten by Qi Huan. Ever since coming to Yu Nu Feng, his nose had been bleeding nonstop—he must have been roughed up badly. His hair was like a bird's nest, quite the sight.

"So, it all depends on Ye Chen recovering on his own."

Gui Di took a deep breath, not looking at Shen Zun. He stealthily passed over a package—legendary specialties. Take it back for Qi Huan; no matter how fiery her temper or how close she is to Huang Di, she'll behave after eating it.

"He's already Tian Dao; time isn't an issue."

Ming Di spoke leisurely, also handing Shen Zun a package. Casually, he reached into Shen Zun's robe and took out the one from Gui Di, tossing it aside. The meaning was clear: Use mine; mine works better.

Over these ten thousand years, he'd done nothing but research these specialties.

In critical moments, you need this stuff. He wouldn't give it to just anyone.

After that, the Emperor Dao F4 group was thrown all the way to the edge of the universe.

For several days, Yu Nu Feng was crowded with people, but no one could restore Ye Chen's memories or interfere. It was because he was Tian Dao. Though he had a mortal body, the entire Zhu Tian—including Shen Zun and Nu Di—couldn't kill him.

Mainly because he had no memories.

If he did, he could become Huang Di in an instant. That's how willful Tian Dao is.

From that day on, the mountains and rivers began to change.

Gazing at the universe, life force was even more vibrant. The spiritual energy that had thinned out was reviving and growing stronger by the day. At a glance, clouds and mist swirled, with a hazy aura, making even the mortal realm look like a fairyland.

Everyone knew it was because of Ye Chen.

And earlier events like strange phenomena, chaotic rules, and the world's ranks lowering—all were connected to him.

Because he was Tian Dao, subtly influencing the universe. So, if he regained his memories, it would be a transformation. Things Shen Zun and Nu Di couldn't do, the Tian Dao version of him could, like repairing this broken universe.

In these days, he had changed too.

His eyes, once dazed, were now deeper, with a hint of clarity. His aura had shifted, and from time to time, an eternal light flickered on him, along with an immortal Dao sound echoing endlessly through the myriad realms and Zhu Tian.

"It seems he's on the right track."

Ren Wang and Long Ye arrived, having circled Ye Chen dozens of times. What Ming Di said was true; his recovery was just a matter of time, and not much of it. Tian Dao's privileges far exceeded their expectations—even Huang Di couldn't compare.

"You probably recognize me."

Ye Chen looked at Ren Wang and then at Long Ye, his tone uncertain.

"He's your third uncle."

"I'm your grandfather."

Long Ye was straightforward, clear about the family hierarchy.

"Don't fool around."

Ren Wang glanced around and stealthily pulled out a package of Da Chu specialties. Coming here, he just wanted the amnesiac Ye Chen to try it—maybe it would jog his memory.

The world saw them again three years later.

Who knows where they were thrown, but when they returned, they were both dejected and didn't dare go back to Yu Nu Feng for more trouble. Those women couldn't stand Da Chu specialties.