Chapter 2754

The vast starry sky remained as profound as ever.

The ethereal Wulei Xiancheng was once again shrouded in hazy immortal mists, appearing and disappearing like a mirage.

Most people simply stood with their hands clasped, content to observe from afar, not daring to approach.

That city was truly too strange, often enveloped in an aura of desolation and extinction that spread without warning. Not just the younger generation, but even the elders were afraid—what if something absurd happened in the next moment?

“Looks like nothing’s happening again.”

Qi Wang pawed at the ground with his hoof, and the crowd was growing bored, all waiting for some grand spectacle.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, there was still no sound or movement.

Perhaps because so many eyes were watching, no one noticed that on the other side of the star river, another person had arrived.

It was a figure in black robes, entirely enveloped in darkness like a ghost. His body shifted between illusion and solidity, emitting no aura at all. All that could be sensed was his ancient presence, as if the star river under his feet was a river of time, and he was a being from the end of the ages.

“So strong.”

“So strong.”

Xiuluo Tianzun and Hundun Ti both murmured softly, speaking in unison—one with a slight furrow in his brow, the other with narrowed eyes. With their level of insight, they couldn’t see through this person’s true appearance; his face was a blur, a rare occurrence in the myriad heavens and realms.

As they watched, the black-robed figure suddenly stopped, standing on one side of the star river and gazing quietly at Wulei Xiancheng.

“You bastard, do you walk without making a sound?”

The people around were startled, trembling in fear—even the quasi-emperors were the same. Without any warning, someone had appeared behind them. Anyone would jump at the sight, especially with this figure completely hidden in black robes, impossible to tell if it was human or ghost, like a specter drifting over.

The black-robed figure said nothing, standing gracefully with a body that was both ethereal and desolate.

The eyes of the older generations narrowed slightly; like the heavenly venerables, they couldn’t see through him either.

“The myriad heavens are truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!”

“Most likely another ash-level powerhouse who doesn’t want his true face seen.”

“What a profound concealment technique.”

The old-timers whispered among themselves, trying to guess. They had seen most of the renowned supreme experts in the heavens, but this one was unfamiliar to them.

“So powerful!”

Even Kui Niu and Xiao Yuan Huang had become serious, detecting no aura at all, making it seem as if he were a puppet devoid of emotion.

Inside the city, Wulei crossed another immortal spring.

Ye Chen followed like a shadow, still holding his purple gold flask in hand.

The moment they landed, both turned back abruptly.

Wulei’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, and Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed as they gazed through the haze toward the outside of the city.

“The myriad heavens are truly not simple.”

Ye Chen frowned, able to see the black-robed figure.

Unfortunately, even with his high level of insight, he couldn’t see through the man, nor could he tell if the blurred face hid a human or a ghost.

Wulei’s expression was extremely indifferent; she glanced once and then withdrew her gaze, continuing to inscribe the immortal patterns. Her emotionless, beautiful eyes showed not a ripple, calm as still water.

Ye Chen also retracted his gaze and followed Wulei, not going out to check. There was no need—someone else would take care of it. That mad surname guy and Hundun Ti, those two restless ones, would go chat with the black-robed figure and might even end up fighting.

What concerned Ye Chen was still collecting the secrets of the blood lineage.

As he expected, Xiuluo Tianzun went over, stroking his chin and sizing up the black-robed figure.

Hundun Ti followed, more reserved, simply watching quietly.

“Fellow Daoist, you look unfamiliar!” Xiuluo Tianzun said with a smile. “Got some time? Care to spar?”

The black-robed figure didn’t speak and suddenly turned, vanishing in an instant.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Xiuluo Tianzun stepped forward and disappeared as well. If you won’t fight, at least say something! Turning and leaving like that is embarrassing. Someone like you needs a good thrashing.

Hundun Ti’s movements were equally mysterious, vanishing in a flash.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Not long after, deep in the starry sky, booming sounds echoed—the fluctuations of a great battle, and quite intense ones at that. No need to look; it was clear that Tianzun and Hundun Ti had caught up to the black-robed figure.

“Shall we go take a look?”

Many exchanged glances, immediately agreeing, and left clones behind as they rushed toward that direction.

However, when they arrived, they saw no one, only a chaotic mess in the starry sky.

“Sister, teach me, won’t you?”

In Wulei Xiancheng, Ye Chen was like a persistent follower, rubbing his hands with a grin, begging all the way as he walked. If he weren’t outmatched by Wulei, and if he weren’t suppressed in Wulei Xiancheng, he would have resorted to force long ago—knock her down first, then feed her some Da Chu specialties, and the rest would be easy.

But Wulei was not only emotionless but also silent, treating him like air.

Ye Chen was frustrated, his face darkening oddly, suddenly feeling an impulse to do something reckless to Wulei.

Wulei turned back and slapped him across the face—reading minds was a skill, after all.

Ye Chen wiped the blood from his nose and shamelessly kept following. If he could learn that secret technique, getting beaten was worth it. The problem was, this Wulei woman was impervious to reason or emotion.

At some unknown moment, Wulei suddenly stopped and glanced back.

It wasn’t hard to see that her brows were furrowed, and a gleam flashed in her clear, beautiful eyes.

Ye Chen didn’t understand and turned to look as well.

All he saw was a haze of mist, the ethereal clouds obscuring everything. He had no idea what Wulei was looking at, and she was making it all so mysterious. Could there be evil spirits in Wulei Xiancheng?

“Misjudged.”

Wulei murmured to herself, her brows furrowing even deeper as she gazed for three to five moments.

“Sister, teach me, won’t you?”

Ye Chen grinned cheekily, his hands rubbing so hard they were almost sparking, his eyes squinted into lines from smiling.

“The restrictions of Naihe Qiao are known only to the female emperors.”

Wulei replied indifferently.

“Then bring out Naihe Qiao and let me study it?”

Ye Chen suggested tentatively.

“Naihe Qiao won’t appear casually.”

As she spoke, Wulei gently raised her jade hand and placed it on Ye Chen’s forehead. A mysterious power flowed from her palm, strand by strand, all infused with immortality, engraving itself into Ye Chen’s body.

“Xue Ji Xian Jie.”

Ye Chen’s eyes instantly lit up, bright and fervent. What Wulei had engraved into him was the power of blood lineage, that undying force identical to the Xue Ji Xian Jie state.

See, this woman does care about me after all—she’s already giving me treasures.

“The power I’ve granted you is enough to activate Xue Ji Xian Jie once.”

Wulei said leisurely, “Don’t use it unless absolutely necessary. You only have one chance.”

“Since you’re giving it, how about a bit more?”

“I can only do so much.”

“We’re all family, don’t be so stingy.”

Ye Chen chuckled.

“From today, Wulei Xiancheng will seal itself away. In the many years to come, it won’t reappear in the world.”

Wulei ignored Ye Chen’s nonsense and continued, “Remember my words: if you haven’t achieved great success, don’t let a new emperor emerge in the heavens. Also, protect the beings of the myriad domains.”

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, stunned by what he heard.

Tianming and Xuanhuang’s two realms had sealed themselves, the five forbidden zones of Xuanhuang had sealed themselves, and now even Wulei Xiancheng was doing the same. Combined with Wulei’s expression, it gave him an extremely ominous feeling.

“Go.”

Wulei finally withdrew her hand, having sealed the blood lineage power into Ye Chen’s body, and issued an order to leave. In that instant, her emotionless demeanor reached its peak.

“Take care.”

Ye Chen cupped his hands, though he had many questions, he simply said those two words.

He left, his figure gradually fading under the starlight and moonlight.

Behind him, Wulei watched quietly. Knowing Ye Chen’s secrets, she also knew who he was. Looking at his back was like seeing the Immortal Martial Emperor from the past—equally weathered and resolute.

In the ancient years, she had watched the emperor leave the heavens with her own eyes.

One glance spanned ten thousand years; that farewell was a matter of life and death.

She didn’t know if this farewell to Ye Chen would also be one of life and death, or if, when Wulei Xiancheng next appeared in the heavens, Ye Chen would still exist in the world.