Chapter 823: Opening Forbidden Techniques of the Immortal Wheel Again

Tsk tsk tsk!

Gazing at the vast sea of thunder blanketing the sky, even Donghuang Taixin in the grand hall of Tianxuan Men couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"After all these years, it's rare to witness such a spectacle again. It really stirs the emotions!" Beside her, Fu Ya began to feel a sense of melancholy once more.

"Maybe I should pull those few people back so they can see this scene too." Donghuang Taixin gently toyed with her hair, her light laugh carrying a touch of playfulness.

"Holy Ruler, can you see through the true form of Shenxuan Feng?" Fu Ya glanced at the God King in the Huan Tian Water Curtain before turning his gaze back to Donghuang Taixin.

"If I wanted to, I could see through it." Donghuang Taixin smiled. "But I don't want to do that. I prefer to leave a bit of mystery for Da Chu. If everything is revealed, it loses its appeal."

"I'm certain that face will surprise me."

"Rare for us to think alike. Hmm?" Donghuang Taixin's words trailed off as she let out a soft exclamation, her eyes rippling with curiosity as she looked toward the Huan Tian Water Curtain. Her gaze finally settled on Ye Chen, her expression tinged with mild surprise.

"Has the Six Paths Xianlun Eye restored its pupil power?" Fu Ya asked, stunned.

"It's not just restored—it has even awakened another Xianlun Jingshu." Donghuang Taixin sighed in admiration once more.

Boom!

As they spoke, a beam of golden divine light shot straight into the ethereal void from within the sea of thunder, piercing a massive hole through the thick, dark clouds. Strands of sunlight streamed down through the gap.

Crack! Crack!

The bones in Ye Chen's body collided with a series of crackling sounds. Smoke rose from his wounds as they healed rapidly, and even his previously severed arm regrew at a visible speed.

In an instant, the holy light that had nearly faded from Ye Chen surged back, enveloping him in radiant glory. His entire body gleamed with golden light, his surging vital energy burning like fire, making him resemble a war god forged from pure gold.

"This is insane." Taixu Gulong muttered to himself in disbelief.

"The Xianlun is innate and truly overbearing." Ye Chen roared toward the heavens, his combat power soaring in that moment.

"I'm baffled—he's not of Xian Clan blood, and he only has one Xianlun Eye, yet he's awakened three kinds of Xianlun Jingshu." Taixu Gulong scratched his head vigorously. "I wonder if Xian Yu Great Emperor would climb out of his coffin if he knew."

"Dragon Lord, my Xianlun Eye's pupil power has recovered."

"Under the heavenly tribulation, you've undergone nirvana and transformation more than once. If you're grateful, thank your Tianjie Shenfa!"

"Truly, the heavens haven't abandoned me, Ye Chen." Ye Chen laughed heartily, feeling the surging power within him. His fighting spirit soared as he launched the first offensive. With the innate Xianlun restored and his holy body providing boundless vital energy, he could now rampage freely and slaughter without restraint.

Boom! Bang! Rumble!

Ye Chen had suddenly revived at full strength, more alive than ever, growing fiercer with each clash. The commotion drew the attention of Kui Yujiang and the others, who were still desperately resisting the Nine Emperors' assault.

At once, the eight of them narrowed their eyes slightly, as if peering through Ye Chen's body to sense a mysterious force within him.

"How is that possible? His power is actually cycling through reincarnation." Gui Jian furrowed his brow.

"What an overbearing recovery ability." Yao Wang's eyes narrowed into slits.

"Blood energy, essence, origin, and spiritual power are all circulating in some kind of cycle, repeating endlessly. What kind of divine ability is that?" Shi Hun Wang's eyes burned with greed. "Does his power never wane?"

"There's no such thing as power that never wanes in this world." Kui Yujiang snorted coldly, as if he could discern even more. "He's paying a heavy price for it."

Indeed, as Ye Chen rampaged, he sensed something was wrong. Strands of white hair had begun appearing in his jet-black locks. He could clearly feel certain elements within him draining away: his lifespan.

"As power cycles endlessly, lifespan keeps slipping away." Taixu Gulong said thoughtfully. "An overbearing forbidden technique comes with overbearing consequences. While the innate Xianlun gives you dominant recovery and unending power, it also claims its due reward."

"There's no other choice." Ye Chen took a deep breath. "I need this cycling power to fight the Nine Emperors."

"It's not an ideal solution, but it's practical." Taixu Gulong shrugged casually. "The risk is you might not last until the tribulation ends and exhaust your lifespan first. Good thing you swallowed that earth essence and all those spiritual herbs earlier, or you'd have keeled over by now."

Ye Chen ignored him completely and didn't stop operating the innate Xianlun, as he truly needed that power right now.

Facing the Nine Emperors of Da Chu was challenging enough, but what troubled him most was that even if they were destroyed, they would regroup. That made this a war of attrition, which frustrated him to no end.

Boom! Bang! Rumble!

The battle grew even more brutal. The eight kings were in a wretched state, their bodies covered in blood and bones, a sight that made one's heart race. If this were in the current Da Chu, who could wound them like this?

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Ye Chen was still bathed in fresh blood, but thanks to the overbearing recovery of the innate Xianlun and its cycling power, his combat strength remained at its peak. He felled one emperor after another, leaving those below staring in shock.

However, such dominant combat power came at a cost.

With every second, more white hair appeared in his black locks, and it kept increasing.

"What's going on?" Below, the Su Family Ancestor stared at Ye Chen in astonishment. "How is he fighting so fiercely? And what's with his hair? Is he burning his lifespan?"

"To be more precise, he's sacrificing his lifespan to a dominant secret technique." Dao Huang explained. "To maintain unending power, he must keep running that secret art, and to keep it running, his lifespan is constantly drained."

"Damn, there are secret techniques like that?" Zhuge Laotou was taken aback.

"So, Ye Chen is fighting a war of attrition right now." Dugu Ao said slowly, his expression uneasy.

"By all accounts, this heavenly tribulation should be wrapping up. How long will this go on?" Wuya Dao Ren scratched his head vigorously. "Does he really have to wipe out every one of the Nine Emperors to end it?"

"That's not an unreasonable thought." Tianzong Laozu pondered. "But with Ye Chen's power, he clearly can't achieve that."

"Guys, don't you think their expressions look a bit off?" As they spoke, Niushi Shan sidled over, hands in his pockets, gesturing for them to look at Zhou Tianyi, Xiao Chen, Long Teng, Da Chu Huang Yan, and Nanming Yushu.

Hearing this, the group instinctively turned to look.

Indeed, their expressions were unusual, their gazes mostly fixed on the sea of thunder where Ye Chen was.

At once, everyone understood. It was no wonder—Ye Chen was like a beast, repeatedly slaying the emperors. For the direct descendants of the Nine Emperors to witness this, how could their expressions be normal?