Chapter 904: Dao Body Destroyed

Chapter 904: Dao Shen Annihilation

The night sky was vast, with scattered stars like dust. The moonlight was bright and clear, showering down on Yunruo Valley, adding a touch of elegance to this peaceful haven.

On the stone steps outside the bamboo house, Ye Chen sat quietly, constantly rubbing his forehead, his expression a mix of confusion and unease.

What's wrong with me?

He kept repeating these words to himself, shaking his dazed head over and over.

A gentle breeze blew in, carrying a slight chill that made his sacred body tremble involuntarily.

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and in that instant, his aura became wildly chaotic.

"Who chopped the Xianhuo Dao Shen?" Ye Chen clutched his chest fiercely, his face twisted in pain and ashen. His bloodline power surged on its own, tirelessly suppressing the mysterious force raging within him.

Just like the last time his Yiqi Hua Sanqing Dao Shen was chopped, the destruction of his Xianhuo Dao Shen this time inflicted a terrifying backlash on his true self, and it was even more severe than before.

Immediately, he called out to his Xingchen Dao Shen.

However, what baffled him was that the Xingchen Dao Shen did not respond. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Tianlei Dao Shen, come back!

With no other choice, he summoned his Tianlei Dao Shen.

Although he didn't know who had chopped the Xianhuo Dao Shen, this incident revealed a troubling truth: someone was targeting his Dao Shen. As soon as they were found, they were eliminated. With the Xianhuo Dao Shen gone, the Xingchen Dao Shen and Tianlei Dao Shen could face the same fate.

Exactly who could it be?

Ye Chen's eyes turned blood red, unable to fathom who had struck so stealthily and destroyed his Dao Shen.

After all, while the Xianhuo Dao Shen was not as powerful as the Yiqi Hua Sanqing Dao Shen, even a typical quasi-heavenly realm expert would struggle to take it down.

Moreover, as a Dao Shen, it was connected to his Dao principles, allowing it to draw on his true self's power at any time. Under such conditions, even the Eight Kings might not be able to destroy it in an instant.

Exactly who?

Blood still overflowed from Ye Chen's mouth, and his sacred body's origin was stirred, joining forces with his bloodline power to fiercely suppress the mysterious force wreaking havoc inside him.

Boss!

Soon, a voice echoed in his mind, but it wasn't from the Xingchen Dao Shen—it was from the Tianlei Dao Shen, and there was even a hint of excitement in its tone. "I've found the Hunlun Shen Ding."

"Come back, right now, immediately." Ye Chen's voice was firm and resolute.

"Understood." The Tianlei Dao Shen scratched its head, puzzled, and set off again, though it occasionally glanced back, its expression strange. "Why do I feel like someone's following me?"

A chill began to seep into the breeze in Yunruo Valley.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, mobilizing his sacred blood, origin, Dao principles, and bloodline power to continuously erode the mysterious force.

He remained in this position for three full days.

It wasn't until the night of the fourth day that he had just managed to eradicate the mysterious force, but before he could even catch his breath, he spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.

The Tianlei Dao Shen has been chopped!

His mind buzzed, his face contorted in agony as he let out low roars.

This backlash was even more intense than when the Yiqi Hua Sanqing Dao Shen and Xianhuo Dao Shen were destroyed. The mysterious force rampaging inside him now threatened his very Dao principles and foundation.

Suppress it for me!

Ye Chen snorted coldly, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins. His sacred blood burned, his bloodline power surged, and his origin and Dao principles intertwined. The four forces merged into a golden dragon that relentlessly swept through the mysterious force.

This was a region of spiritual mountains, shrouded in mist and ethereal haze, like a paradise on earth.

This was the headquarters of the Southern Chu Heavenly Court.

At that moment, on the pavilion of a mountain peak, figures stood crowded around an ice jade bed, layer upon layer, completely surrounding it. Lying on the bed was none other than Ye Chen's Xingchen Dao Shen.

He slept peacefully, undisturbed by the noisy voices in the pavilion, like a block of ice or a lifeless corpse that had long left the world.

Ye Chen had gone missing, vanishing without a trace. No one had any news of him, and even Liu Neng couldn't find a single clue.

The Heavenly Court had thought of using the Xingchen Dao Shen, leveraging the connection between the Dao Shen and the true self to locate Ye Chen. But this one had fallen into a deep sleep, and it showed no signs of waking, no matter how they tried.

"Damn it, he's been sleeping for so long. Don't hold me back; let me kick him." Xie Yun rolled up his sleeves.

"Get lost." At the bedside, the Xingyue Shengnu glared at him fiercely.

"I was just saying, don't get worked up!" Xie Yun backed down immediately, subconsciously rubbing his own face. It was clear he'd been on the receiving end of her discipline more than once lately.

"This doesn't make sense!" On one side, the old Zhuge man had already activated his heavenly eye, scanning repeatedly. "No injuries, no illnesses—how can he sleep like this?"

"It's not his issue; it's Ye Chen's true self that's in trouble." A cold, indifferent voice came from outside.

Before the words settled, a woman dressed as a man walked in, clad in black robes with a cloak fluttering in the wind, carrying an icy aura, like a ruthless female assassin.

This person was, of course, Ji Ningshuang, the Xuanling Body.

Ye Chen's true self is in trouble!

Everyone present furrowed their brows, but no one doubted Ji Ningshuang's words.

In the Heavenly Court, the only ones capable of manifesting Dao Shen were Ye Chen and Ji Ningshuang. When it came to matters of the true self and Dao Shen, no one knew more than she did. If she said the true self was in trouble, then it must be.

"Can you wake him?" Zhong Jiang and the others turned to Ji Ningshuang.

"I'm powerless to do so." Ji Ningshuang took a deep breath. Even though she had identified the problem, she had no way to address it.

In Yunruo Valley, Ye Chen sat for nine full days.

It wasn't until the night of the tenth day that he finally suppressed the mysterious force completely.

The night sky was dazzling with stars, peaceful and serene.

At some point, a buzzing sound came from outside the valley.

Then, a great cauldron shot in like a divine light, hovering before Ye Chen. Upon closer look, it was indeed the Hunlun Shen Ding.

Sensing the return of the Hunlun Shen Ding, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

However, the cauldron he saw was battered and scarred, as if it had endured a fierce battle, covered in sword marks.

Moreover, each sword mark was entwined with colorful divine light. Though dazzling, this light contained a terrifying and mysterious power that had even suppressed the Hunlun Shen Ding's origin.

"Was it that white-haired woman with the colorful divine sword?" Ye Chen stared intently at the cauldron's spirit.

Yet, in response to his question, the Hunlun Shen Ding only trembled weakly. Its divine light vanished in an instant, and with a thud, it crashed to the ground like a pile of scrap metal, devoid of any radiance.

Seeing this, his expression turned extremely grave. The cauldron's spirit seemed to have suffered severe damage, falling into a deep slumber as a result.

He stepped forward slightly, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the colorful divine light swirling around the Hunlun Shen Ding. It was beautiful yet profoundly mysterious and powerful, capable of suppressing even the Hunlun Shen Ding, which was forged from Daluo Jin Xuan bones.

At that moment, he became certain that the one who had chopped the Xianhuo Dao Shen, the Tianlei Dao Shen, and damaged the Hunlun Shen Ding was the same person who had destroyed the Yiqi Hua Sanqing Dao Shen.

From this colorful divine light, he could infer just how formidable the white-haired woman's colorful divine sword was. It was undoubtedly a supreme divine weapon. Not only could it destroy Dao Shen, but even his true self would dread it immensely.

Still, he couldn't understand—were his Dao Shen really so vulnerable, unable to even call for help from his true self before being obliterated?

Or was that white-haired woman wielding the colorful divine sword simply too powerful, even surpassing the kings of past eras? But even so, it would be difficult for anyone to instantly slay his Dao Shen.

Suddenly, a bold guess formed in his mind: that white-haired woman with the colorful divine sword was someone he knew.

Ye Chen's eyes grew deeper. This guess wasn't unfounded. Precisely because she was familiar, his three Dao Shen had let down their guard, making it possible for them to be instantly killed in that situation.

Someone familiar! Someone familiar!

Ye Chen's thoughts raced. Among the women he knew with such formidable strength, there were only a few: Yan from Da Chu, Yu Shu from Nanming, Qian Shang Yue, Chu Ling Yu, Hong Chen Xue, Fu Ling, Ji Ningshuang, and Shangguan Han Yue.

Uh...

As he pondered, he suddenly felt a buzzing in his mind, as if it were about to explode. That strange sensation resurfaced, leaving his thoughts muddled and his consciousness unclear.

He roared in pain, his eyes blood red and his face contorted in agony.

If anyone were present, they would be shocked by his state. He was a living, flesh-and-blood person, yet he sometimes became illusory, like a soul body, shifting between reality and illusion in a way that sent chills down the spine.

Thud!

At some point, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and collapsed to the ground.

The world fell silent in that instant.

Yunruo Valley remained as it was, with peach blossoms drifting lazily, a few petals landing on his face.

"I truly don't know if touching that forbidden domain will be a blessing or a curse for him." Watching the unconscious Ye Chen through the Tianxuan Gate's grand hall illusionary water screen, Donghuang Taixin couldn't help but sigh softly.

"What puzzles me is, why does she want to chop his Dao Shen?" On one side, Fu Ya took a deep breath.

"Because she's afraid, or more accurately, the Zhu Xian Sword is afraid." Donghuang Taixin said slowly. "Ye Chen's Dao threatens it. By chopping his Dao Shen, its ultimate goal is to destroy Ye Chen's Dao."

"Then why not just go after Ye Chen directly?" Fu Ya asked, confused. "With her combat power, across all of Da Chu, only Hong Chen could match her. No emperor could suppress her. Ye Chen is far inferior, so why go to the trouble of disrupting his Dao principles?"

"It's not that she doesn't want to, but she's still constrained by her." Donghuang Taixin murmured.

"I see." Fu Ya stroked his beard lightly. "Ye Chen's four Dao Shen have been destroyed—three of them, at least—and his Dao principles are damaged. Even his Xianlun Eye has been discarded. Anything that could threaten it is basically gone. So, can I assume that it won't be long before he reunites with her?"

"As you think."

"Divine Maiden, could you tell me the true origin of that Zhu Xian Sword?" Fu Ya looked at Donghuang Taixin with a hint of anticipation, hoping for a clear answer.

"It cannot be said."