Chapter 2755: No News?

In Wulei Cheng, Ye Chen slowly walked out.

He slightly closed his eyes, taking steady steps, his mind immersed in the power of the blood successor. That power was vast and ancient, fierce and savage, intertwined with undying rebirth and ultimate destruction, hidden deep in his soul, ready to unlock the Xueji Xianjie with a single thought.

"Indeed, it's domineering."

Ye Chen murmured softly, regretting that he hadn't learned the secret method to collect blood successors.

With a hum, the ethereal Wulei Cheng gradually faded into the void.

Ye Chen suddenly stopped and looked back.

Through the endless haze, he seemed to see Wulei standing at the peak, her indifferent eyes filled with weary hope, hoping to return to the mortal world to witness the splendor of its fireworks.

Ye Chen fell silent, quietly watching.

Wulei had flesh and blood, just like every fairy in the city; they all had flesh and blood. They weren't heartless; it was just their mission that forced them to endure the cold passage of time, guarding the endless years in isolation.

In the end, Wulei Cheng dissipated, and no one knew when it would appear in the world again.

"Is that it? He's just leaving?"

"Is it over just like that?"

The people were stunned, all waiting for a grand spectacle. Whether it was Ye Chen getting hammered or Wulei losing her composure, anything would do! But everything turned out so calm, which felt truly uncharacteristic.

"Old Seven, did you curse her out?"

Xiao Yuan Huang and the others had already gathered, all excited. Wulei was so heartless, causing endless emotional wounds in the world. If they had gone in, they would have definitely cursed that woman named Wulei.

The elders were the same, clustering in groups.

The heavens never lacked mischievous old folks; they were always restless and tended to stick together.

Ye Chen said nothing, just shook his head with a smile.

Before entering Wulei Cheng, he had thought about cursing, but after going in, he understood its sorrow and couldn't bring himself to do it anymore. Wulei was respectable, and all the fairies inside were respectable. It wasn't that they were heartless; they were silently protecting all living beings in a heartless way.

"Wulei is not without emotion."

Under the gaze of the masses, Ye Chen left those words behind and walked away along the star river, gradually disappearing into the distance.

"Not without emotion?"

Behind him, the people shook their heads, their expressions full of confusion, feeling that the Tenth Sovereign of Great Chu had changed after visiting Wulei Cheng. Had he been brainwashed? Or influenced?

"I was counting on him to bring back a wife for me!"

"An old man like me has a word of advice for you youngsters: if you want to marry a fairy from Wulei Cheng, go challenge the Naihe Bridge."

"Come on, over there looks cooler; go wait there."

Amid the noisy chatter, the ocean of people gradually dispersed. Wulei Cheng had vanished, and the spectacle had come to an end. The spectators left reluctantly, still not fully satisfied. Every time Wulei Cheng appeared, it was always wrapped in mythical aura; one could witness the Xueji Xianjie and broaden their horizons.

At the end of the star river, Ye Chen had already summoned the Emperor Dao Domain Gate.

In the instant before the domain gate closed, two brilliant divine lights flew in one after the other.

Upon closer inspection, they were Ming Jue and Bai Zhi.

Ye Chen pulled out his wine gourd, glanced at Ming Jue, then at Bai Zhi. "You have a wife, and you have a husband, yet you two always hang out together. Won't your spouses get jealous?"

"What a pain." Bai Zhi stepped forward and kicked him.

Ye Chen didn't mind, but he couldn't help stealing a glance at the two of them from time to time. One was the disciple of the Ming Emperor, the other of Di Huang. At first glance, there was nothing special, but in reality, they harbored many secrets, with terrifying divine powers dormant in their bodies. The two of them must be shouldering some kind of mission.

"Come on, I've got something good to eat."

Ming Jue beckoned, but he wasn't speaking to Ye Chen—it was to Ye Chen's heavenly thunder.

The heavenly thunder obeyed, darting out of Ye Chen's dantian in a flash.

Then, in Ming Jue's palm, a golden bolt of lightning appeared, radiant with divine glory.

At the same time, Bai Zhi waved her hand, producing a bolt of silver lightning.

These two thunderbolts—one gold and one silver—were the essence of thunder sources, incredibly domineering, crackling as they tore through space. They were the Yin Yue Heavenly Thunder and the Nine Yang Divine Thunder, both rare lightning in the world.

Ye Chen's eyes lit up at the sight.

The heavenly thunder was thrilled too, circling around the two bolts like a lively child eyeing its candies, with drool practically pooling on the ground.

"How could I accept this?" Ye Chen chuckled.

Ming Jue and Bai Zhi both turned their heads, giving him a sidelong glance. Hearing those words from you, Ye Chen, it sounds like a joke. Is there anything in this world that makes you embarrassed?

They rolled their eyes, but their gift of the lightning was sincere.

Ye Chen was now at the peak of Quasi-Emperor, just half a step from full Quasi-Emperor. Even if he achieved the Sacred Body and fused with Chaos Thunder, it might trigger a breakthrough. Only when Ye Chen reached his peak could he truly stabilize the heavens' defenses. The human realm needed a supreme being to oversee it now.

With a hum, the heavenly thunder vibrated eagerly, drawing the two bolts into Ye Chen's dantian.

The process that followed might be long, but it was only a matter of time.

"The black-robed figure from not long ago—did you two see him?" Ye Chen asked, handing each of them a longevity fruit. He was never stingy with his own people, especially talents.

"We came to find you because of this." Ming Jue casually took it, his brows furrowing slightly. "Tian Zun and the Chaos Body went after him, and there was probably a big battle. After that, they've been missing without a trace."

"Missing without a trace?" Ye Chen was stunned.

"We went to the battlefield; there was blood left from Tian Zun and the Chaos Body." Bai Zhi gently waved her hand, and two strands of fresh blood appeared in her palm—one wildly violent, the other chaotically murky.

"Only theirs?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

Ming Jue shrugged. "We searched that entire stretch of stars and didn't find any third person's blood."

"How is that possible?" Ye Chen frowned again.

Clearly, Tian Zun and the Chaos Body were injured, while the black-robed figure was unscathed.

That was why he couldn't believe it.

He knew full well the combat power of the Chaos Body and Tian Zun. Together, they might not beat an emperor, but they could beat one half to death. Under the supreme level, their combined strength was nearly unbeatable.

Yet, in a two-against-one fight, they had been wounded.

That meant the mysterious black-robed figure's power was at least on par with his, possibly even superior. He couldn't think of anyone in the current heavens with that level of strength.

"Whether friend or foe, it's hard to say."

"Talking more won't help; let's go check it out."

Ming Jue stepped out of the domain gate and summoned another one with a wave. Bai Zhi and Ye Chen entered together.

When the three reappeared, they were in a desolate stretch of starry space.

Looking around, the star space was a ruin, with shattered stars and scattered meteorites everywhere.

"When we arrived earlier, they were already gone." Bai Zhi said.

Ye Chen carried his wine flask, walking along while scanning left and right. As a battlefield, traces of aura lingered; amid the drifting stardust, it wasn't hard to detect the auras of the Chaos Body and Tian Zun.

As for the third aura, it was faint and elusive.

Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, trying to trace that aura's source with Zhou Tian evolution.

Unfortunately, some mysterious force blocked it, making Zhou Tian evolution nearly useless.

"I have a feeling it's a strong expert from the Honghuang Clan." Bai Zhi mused.

"The peak experts of Honghuang have basically been wiped out." Ming Jue stroked his chin thoughtfully. "The heavens are scouring the stars for them; they'd be hiding, not daring to show up."

"Don't underestimate them. My master once said that Honghuang is more complex than it appears on the surface."

"I believe that. Over sixty percent of the emperors came from Honghuang; they have deep foundations."

The two chatted back and forth while wandering around.

Ye Chen remained silent the whole way; he never underestimated Honghuang. Even if it was battered, its foundations remained. As the first batch of beings in the world, it must still have countless experts yet to emerge.

But that mysterious black-robed figure wasn't from Honghuang.

In that moment, he suddenly thought of Wulei's eyes—indifferent, yet hiding worry and wariness, likely from the black-robed figure. Afterward, Wulei Cheng had sealed itself.

Now that he thought about it, the matter was indeed full of strangeness.

Ming Jue returned from his stroll and offered another guess. "Could it be the Zhu Xian Sword?"

"Or maybe the Tian Mo." Bai Zhi added.

Ye Chen shook his head lightly; he was even more sensitive to the Zhu Xian Sword and Tian Mo than to Honghuang.

Just as they spoke, another person stepped into this starry space.

It was Jiang Taixu, dressed in plain robes, his white hair fluttering, like a banished immortal in the mortal world.

Ye Chen and the others bowed in respect upon seeing him.

"No need for formalities." Jiang Taixu smiled warmly, like a kindly grandfather.

With a hum, the starry space vibrated.

Then, misty clouds gathered.

Gradually, a vast world materialized from the haze, blurry at first, revealing mountains, rivers, grass, and trees within. It was like a fairyland, shrouded in immortal energy, hazy and ethereal, with ancient visions frequently manifesting and an aura of ancient desolation surging forth.

"The Xian Clan."

Ye Chen's eyes deepened; he recognized the aura of the Xian Clan—this was his second time seeing it.

"I almost thought it was the Honghuang Clan."

Ming Jue coughed dryly, pulling out an emperor weapon before sheepishly putting it away. He glanced casually at Jiang Taixu, who was also from the Xian Clan, as if he had known they were coming.

"Senior, why is the Xian Clan like this?"

Ye Chen was puzzled and turned to look at Jiang Taixu, seeking a clear answer.

"It should be carrying out the same mission as Wulei Cheng."

Jiang Taixu said leisurely. As a member of the Xian Clan, he didn't even know that his people were executing orders from the Xian Yu Great Emperor. As for the specific orders, he still had no idea.

With those words, Ye Chen instantly understood.

Wulei Cheng and the Xian Clan world likely had some connection, perhaps mutually yin and yang, maintaining a mysterious formation. They were constantly on the move; Wulei Cheng appeared every few decades, and the Xian Clan did the same. No one knew where this city or world would descend next.

Meanwhile, Jiang Taixu waved his hand.

Under the watchful eyes of the three, this ancient senior actually sent his pair of Six Paths Immortal Eyes into the Xian Clan world—not just the eyes, but their very origin as well.

Ye Chen was confused, and so were Bai Zhi and Ming Jue.

It seemed Jiang Taixu had come here specifically to deliver the origin of his Six Paths Immortal Eyes.

Jiang Taixu said nothing, just gazed silently, his expression full of weariness.

That vast world was the ancestral land of the Xian Clan, his roots, yet he could only look from afar, unable to enter. The people in the ancestral land could only watch him quietly. All of this was due to that ancient mission—he couldn't go in, and his people couldn't come out.