Chapter 930: The Sleeping Dao Body

In the dead of night, Hengyue Sect was enveloped in a hazy mist, sinking into tranquility. This realm of immortal paradise felt like a dream, enchanting and alluring.

At the summit of Yunu Peak, only Ye Chen remained, sitting motionless like a statue. The breeze gently lifted his snow-white hair, brushing it against his face.

"This guy isn't planning to sit there all night, is he?" On a nearby mountain peak, a few rogues like Xie Yun and Xiong Er were eagerly watching a water screen, waiting for some classic scene to unfold.

"What a waste of this beautiful spring dawn." It wasn't just them; many old-timers, such as Gu Santong, were also gathered before a water screen, cursing under their breath countless times.

Yet, the bloody storm or earth-shaking spectacle they imagined never happened, leaving the group of rogues with dark circles under their eyes from anticipation.

It was only after some time that Ye Chen stood up and took a step, vanishing from the summit of Yunu Peak.

Ah!

Soon, the silent night was shattered by waves of pig-like screams. Wherever he went, such sounds erupted, and when he left, Xiong Er, Xie Yun, and those peeping old-timers were left dumbfounded.

Finally, he descended onto a mountain peak deep within Hengyue Sect.

"Forgive me; I didn't mean to disturb you." A graceful figure was waiting on the mountain peak. Seeing Ye Chen appear, she wore a face full of apology. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than the Holy Maiden of Xingyue Palace.

"Holy Maiden, there's no need for such words. He is my Dao body." Ye Chen smiled and stepped into the pavilion.

Inside, his eyes fell upon an ice jade bed where the Xingchen Dao body lay, still in deep slumber, as still as an ice sculpture.

"He has been asleep for three years now." The Xingyue Holy Maiden pursed her lips.

Ye Chen said nothing. He stepped forward slightly and pressed a finger to the brow of the Xingchen Dao body, infusing a trace of his Saint Body essence into its sea of consciousness.

The sea of consciousness of the Xingchen Dao body shimmered with starlight, yet it was eerily silent. Its soul wasn't injured; it was simply in a state of sleep, with no wounds on its body. This condition made Ye Chen furrow his brow.

"Xingchen Dao body, awaken quickly." Ye Chen transformed his divine sense into a resonant call, echoing repeatedly in the mind of the Xingchen Dao body.

However, there was no response to his summons.

Ye Chen withdrew his hand, his brow still furrowed, unable to fathom the cause of this strange slumber.

"Zhengyang Sect's sect master once said that the Dao body is affected by the true self." The Xingyue Holy Maiden spoke softly.

"From what I see now, the issue doesn't lie with me." Ye Chen pondered. "I've recovered, yet he remains asleep. Or perhaps, his consciousness has entered some wondrous realm."

"Then what can we do?" The Xingyue Holy Maiden looked at Ye Chen with hope.

"Has Taixu Ancient Dragon examined him?"

"I've looked, but couldn't find the cause." The voice came from outside, ethereal and faint. It belonged to Taixu Ancient Dragon. Before his words finished, he appeared like a ghost in front of the ice jade bed.

"Little girl, you should step out first." Taixu Ancient Dragon waved his hand gently.

Hearing this, the Xingyue Holy Maiden wanted to say more but didn't defy him, slowly retreating.

After she left, Taixu Ancient Dragon gazed at the Xingchen Dao body and took a deep breath. "I won't deny it; he fell into slumber because of you. But as you said, his failure to wake now isn't due to your true self—it's truly entered some wondrous realm."

"Is there a way to wake him?" Ye Chen turned to Taixu Ancient Dragon.

"I'm searching for one." Taixu Ancient Dragon replied slowly. "But at its root, it will require your help, since you are his true self."

"I've already prepared for that."

"Then let's discuss something that interests me." Taixu Ancient Dragon stared straight at Ye Chen. "You survived Wuwang Great Marsh by sacrificing your Xianlun Eye, didn't you?"

"You could say that." Ye Chen replied casually, still concealing the full truth from Taixu Ancient Dragon.

"Then why have you become so muddled, like a walking corpse?"

"I'm not entirely sure." On this point, Ye Chen didn't hide anything. "I only feel my consciousness wavering between illusion and reality, making my mind and memories hazy."

"Illusion and reality." Taixu Ancient Dragon narrowed his eyes, his dragon pupils flickering with uncertain light.

"What about your Xianhuo and Tianlei?"

"They transformed into Dao bodies to send messages for me, but they were all slain, including the Yiqi Hua Sanqing Dao body, which was cut down in Tiancang Ancient City. Even the Chaos God Cauldron suffered severe damage, its spirit falling into slumber."

"Who did it?" Taixu Ancient Dragon furrowed his brow slightly.

"I don't know." Ye Chen shook his head lightly.

"You don't know?" Taixu Ancient Dragon raised an eyebrow. "From what I know, a Dao body's memories can instantly connect with the true self. How could you not know who slew them?"

"They were instantly killed in a single blow, without even a moment to communicate with me."

"Instantly killed." Even Taixu Ancient Dragon's composure faltered, his expression turning unusual. "Even if the kings of past generations struck, they couldn't kill them in an instant. Could it be Shen Wang Shen Xuanfeng?"

"It wasn't him." Ye Chen said. "Tianzang Emperor's direct son, Dipo Fan, mentioned that the one who slew my Dao bodies was a white-haired woman wielding a seven-colored divine sword. It was a supreme divine weapon."

"I've heard bits about this." Taixu Ancient Dragon stroked his chin. "Renhuang is still investigating, but her identity and origins remain unknown. As for that seven-colored divine sword, in my view, it surpasses the level of heavenly artifacts."

"That's accurate." Ye Chen flipped his hand to reveal the Chaos God Cauldron, pointing to the sword marks on it. "These are the traces left by that sword."

"Impossible." Taixu Ancient Dragon's eyes narrowed sharply. "This is forged from the bones of a Daluo Golden Immortal; ordinary weapons can't harm it. Could it be an extreme Dao Emperor Weapon?"

Instinctively, he stepped closer, touching the sword marks on the Chaos God Cauldron. Even now, the marks still glowed with seven colors, eerie and mysterious.

"A seven-colored divine sword." Taixu Ancient Dragon murmured, a sharp glint flashing in his dragon pupils. "It couldn't be the Zhuxian Sword, could it?"

"Zhuxian Sword?" Ye Chen furrowed his brow and glanced at Taixu Ancient Dragon questioningly. "Is that another Emperor Weapon like the Xuanyuan Sword?"

"It's not an extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, yet it's even greater than one." Taixu Ancient Dragon took a deep breath. "It's a mysterious divine weapon that existed in the primordial era. No one knows its origins. The reason it's said to surpass Emperor Weapons is that during the great war of the gods and demons, it once severed an extreme Dao Emperor Weapon."

At this, shock filled Ye Chen's eyes. If it could cut an extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, just how heaven-defying was the Zhuxian Sword?

"This land is truly extraordinary. If it really is that divine sword, things are about to get interesting."