Chapter 834: Return to Tianxuan Sect

Chapter 834: Return to Tianxuan Men

Late at night, as the Heavenly Court forces were busy with their tasks, Ye Chen and Taixu Gulong flew out of Hengyue Zong.

The two moved at incredible speed, like divine rainbows streaking through the dark night sky, tracing two brilliant arcs.

Roar! Roar!

As they flew, roars echoed from Taixu Gulong's body, faint and unstable, as if struggling.

"Can't the dragon soul merge with this body?" Ye Chen asked, glancing sideways at Taixu Gulong.

"There's no way around it; I couldn't find a better fit." Taixu Gulong shrugged casually. "To carry the Taixu Gulong soul, this body's physical strength is far too weak. Among my Taixu Gulong clan, our physical toughness isn't as extreme as the Huanggu Shengti, but it's not much weaker either."

"Even so, the pressure you give me isn't any less than that from the Demon King Kuie Yujiang." Ye Chen sighed.

"You can't measure combat power just by pressure." Taixu Gulong scratched his ear. "My fighting ability is on par with Kuie Yujiang's, but if we really fought, I could at most drag him down with me in mutual destruction."

"That's because your body doesn't match your dragon soul. If you had a powerful body, the Demon King might not be your match."

"It's hard to say; the Demon King's bloodline is incredibly strong."

"Speaking of that, the demon blood in the Demon King's body seems a bit different from the demon blood in mine!" Ye Chen looked at Taixu Gulong with doubt. "Between our demon blood, which one is the pure bloodline of the demon race?"

"Neither." Taixu Gulong said firmly. "The demon race, like the god race, has a history that's far too ancient. Over the long ages, it's branched into countless bloodlines. The noble and pure demon bloodlines have almost gone extinct. If the Demon King's body truly carried the original demon bloodline, no one below the Tianjing realm could stand against him."

"What about the Yao Wang? His bloodline isn't the pure one of the demon race either?" Ye Chen probed, eyeing Taixu Gulong.

"Isn't that obvious?" Taixu Gulong glanced at Ye Chen. "If the Yao Wang had the pure demon race bloodline, would Donghuang before becoming emperor be his match?"

"Based on that, the bloodlines in Wu Zhu Wang and the others probably aren't pure either." Ye Chen stroked his chin.

"If we're talking about truly pure bloodlines, there's only one in the Heavenly Court." Taixu Gulong said with a sigh.

"One?" Ye Chen was stunned, staring at Taixu Gulong in surprise. "What about Ji Ningshuang, Xi Yan, Lin Shihua, Man Shan, and all the others? Why is only one truly pure?"

"They all carry ancient bloodlines, but none are pure." Taixu Gulong explained. "Take Ji Ningshuang, for example—her Xuanling Zhiti bloodline is dominant, but it's just a branch of the god race lineage. In terms of bloodline purity, she's not even as refined as your disciple Xi Yan or that ancient race girl Lin Shihua."

"Then, who is that one with the pure bloodline?"

"The little spirit child!" Taixu Gulong replied immediately. "I've studied that little one carefully—it's really interesting. His combat power is pathetically weak, but his bloodline is genuinely pure. It's just sealed within him, and it will gradually unlock through the tempering of time."

"That little one is full of surprises!" Ye Chen kept stroking his chin, his eyes flashing with an unusual glint, as if deep in thought.

"The ages have been too long; powerful and pure ancient bloodlines have almost vanished. Unless it's those sealed away from the ancient era." Taixu Gulong sighed with melancholy. "The Taigu era was a time of dazzling stars, with countless heaven-defying bloodlines and true golden ages of heroic rivalry. But even the strongest bloodlines couldn't withstand the changes of time and tide."

Listening to these words, Ye Chen fell silent.

He thought of Jiang Taixu, the great saint of the immortal race—a figure so powerful, yet reduced to dust over the endless years.

He could imagine how many world-shaking heroes were on this path, shining like brilliant stars, but all facing the day when heroes fade, for time is as merciless as a blade.

From then on, the two seemed to share an unspoken understanding and spoke no more.

As dawn approached, they both came to a stop at the same time.

Gazing into the distance, they saw a massive palace suspended in the hazy void, shrouded in swirling clouds and mist. It was grand and majestic, appearing and disappearing like a dream, symbolizing this land—towering above, like a king overlooking the ages.

That was Tianxuan Men.

The two stood there for a full ten seconds without speaking, both looking up at the ethereal void.

What they could see was that their expressions held deep caution. Merely gazing at it made their hearts tremble at times, as if the palace were a massive mountain weighing on their spirits, even though it floated in the void.

"The Youming Black Market is gone." Ye Chen withdrew his gaze from the void and looked down below. The former hub for shady dealings, the Youming Black Market, had vanished, replaced by endless mountain ranges.

"The great divine abilities of Tianxuan Men are beyond our comprehension." Taixu Gulong took a deep breath and was the first to step into the void, soaring upward straight toward the Tianxuan Men palace.

Seeing this, Ye Chen followed suit.

Only when they flew toward the Tianxuan Men palace did they realize how high it was—at least ninety thousand zhang above the ground.

When they finally stood outside the Tianxuan Men palace, they looked on in shocked amazement. This wasn't just a palace; it was like a divine kingdom, so vast it was staggering. Even the gate was ten thousand zhang high, making them feel like mere ants standing before it.

"Taixu Gulong, Huanggu Shengti, what brings you here?" As they stood in shock, a ethereal female voice rang out, sounding like a melody from the Nine You, beautiful yet authoritative and cold.

"Senior, we seek answers about the mystery of Da Chu." Ye Chen quickly bowed with respect, his expression both reverent and cautious.

Buzz!

As Ye Chen finished speaking, the massive stone gate buzzed and slowly opened.

An ancient aura flowed out, accompanied by dazzling light. As the gate opened, a vast world unfolded before Ye Chen's eyes.

Instantly, Ye Chen stared in wide-eyed wonder.

The world before him was incredibly expansive, seemingly boundless, with mountain ranges stretching endlessly, rivers and seas roaring, ancient trees and vines towering skyward, and flowers scattering in a riot of colors. Light overflowed everywhere, radiance bloomed in every corner, and even the springs seemed full of vitality.

Vaguely, he could see immortal cranes dancing in the clouds, with all things thriving here. Everything was so splendid, peaceful, and serene—this was a true immortal realm.

"Let's go!"

As Ye Chen gazed in enchantment, Taixu Gulong called out softly.

Uh, uh!

Ye Chen licked his dry lips and hurriedly followed.

From then on, he was like a country bumpkin.

This immortal realm was filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs, most of which he'd never seen before. Even the ones he recognized were extinct in Da Chu. There were spirit fruit trees everywhere, their crystalline fruits glistening and making him swallow hard—these were unheard of in Da Chu.

"You're the Holy Lord of the Heavenly Court—stop acting like a fool from the countryside, will you?" Taixu Gulong scolded him via voice transmission from the side.

"I've never seen such a grand scene; can't I just look around?" Ye Chen replied nonchalantly, still glancing about curiously.

Tianxuan Men was different from what he had imagined—it was like a kingdom with its own people. Along the way, he saw farmers tilling the fields, fairy maidens gathering flowers, pavilions hidden among the flowering trees, serene paths winding through the mountains, and even the sound of flowing water was melodious.

What was worth noting was that whether it was the farmers or the maidens, any one of them pulled from Da Chu would be an emperor-level existence, leaving Ye Chen almost stunned.

After some time, they stopped in a grove of lush bamboo.

With narrowed eyes, they looked at a dreamlike figure in the distance.

"This junior, Ye Chen, greets the senior." Ye Chen bowed respectfully, as polite as ever.

Taixu Gulong, however, remained as aloof as always, standing tall like a stone monument. He had been this way outside the gate and was the same here. Even as just a wisp of soul from a supreme being, he carried the pride of an emperor.

"You two, it's been a while." Donghuang Taixin turned around, looking at Ye Chen and Taixu Gulong with interest.

"It's been a while?" Ye Chen was taken aback. "Has the senior seen me before?"

"Is that strange?" Donghuang Taixin shrugged.

"Not at all, not strange." Ye Chen gave a dry laugh. The people of Tianxuan Men were all transcendent figures; who knew if they had wandered through Da Chu? Maybe they had met, and he just didn't know.

"Is Da Chu its own cycle of reincarnation?" Taixu Gulong spoke up directly, staring straight at Donghuang Taixin without a sideways glance. Even though her cultivation was several levels above his, he showed no fear.

"Damn, can you tone it down a bit?" Ye Chen muttered via voice transmission, not expecting Taixu Gulong to be so bold. If she took offense, they might not leave today.

But Taixu Gulong ignored him completely, fixing his gaze on Donghuang Taixin.

Ye Chen fidgeted anxiously but also turned his eyes to Donghuang Taixin. Though he didn't agree with Taixu Gulong's approach, he was eager for the answer.

"You seem quite hostile toward me." Donghuang Taixin looked at Taixu Gulong with interest.

"I just want the answer." Taixu Gulong replied calmly, with an air of unyielding pride—quite different from Ye Chen's demeanor.

"If you want the answer, that's possible." Donghuang Taixin said casually, smiling at Taixu Gulong. "If you can withstand one move from me, I'll tell you."

"Deal." Taixu Gulong roared, vanishing like a ghost in the next instant, from Ye Chen's side to thin air. All Ye Chen heard was the resounding clang of a sword.

"What a dominating sword strike." Ye Chen thought in alarm. Taixu Gulong's peak attack was overwhelmingly powerful, a single sword encompassing thousands of variations. If it were him, he couldn't block it.