Chapter 3211: The Three Realms Unite

Boom! Rumble!

The sky of Taigu Honghuang remained as dim as ever, shrouded like a curtain of night.

Yet, it was filled with extraordinary phenomena.

All of these arose from the contest between Ye Chen and the Nu Di.

This game of chess held profound historical significance: one player was the Nu Di of the Heavenly Court, the supreme commander of all beings in the previous era; the other was the Sheng Ti Zhizun, Ye Chen, the supreme commander of all beings in this era, and they shared the same Dao. Every move they made was eternal.

Many emperors watched, observing both the players and the phenomena.

These were manifestations of the Dao, reflections of eternity, with heavenly sounds echoing like ancient immortal melodies. Each vibrating note told its own story.

Meanwhile, the Meng Mo had entered Taigu Honghuang.

She was there to find Zizai Tian, hoping he would take her back to their original universe.

"Tian Dao."

Along her path, she murmured to herself, gazing toward the altar.

There, a Tian Dao was sealed.

Or more precisely, one of the executors of the Tian Dao.

"Is this not from our Zhutian?"

Many emperors glanced sideways, some puzzled, some with keen eyes, and others wary.

"What to do, I want to woo her."

Xuan Di stroked his beard, speaking with utmost seriousness.

"I prefer Zizai Tian more."

Ming Di sat upright, having this thought the moment he saw Zizai Tian.

"This woman, I like her very much."

Di Zun's eyes shone the brightest, almost like love at first sight!

But Ren Gui Di was the most straightforward, hugging an ancient book and reading it intently.

It was the legendary collector's edition, not available every year, especially the one given by Ming Di.

As Meng Mo passed by, she glanced at Di Zun.

It wasn't that Di Zun stood out so much, but he looked exactly like Ye Chen. That seemingly serious yet actually roguish gaze was just like Ye Chen's, making her inexplicably want to give him a piece of her mind.

"This fellow Daoist, your forehead is darkened with bad luck!"

Di Zun spoke in a deep tone, not even knowing why he said it.

Meng Mo withdrew her gaze and glided away gracefully.

It was best to behave on someone else's territory.

If this were in their universe, someone like Di Zun would have been kicked to death hundreds of times over.

"Is this how you always flirt with women?"

Ming Di and Xuan Di both shot Di Zun a sidelong glance, one on each side.

"To me, it's better to be direct."

Gui Di kept his head buried, his words sounding quite profound.

Di Zun didn't take it to heart.

If he were direct, Meng Mo would be even more so, slapping him with a palm that could make him cry.

On the mountain peak, Meng Mo had already met Zizai Tian.

Upon hearing about the universe, she furrowed her delicate brows. The universe had disappeared?

The game of chess lasted a full nine days.

Or rather, only nine days had passed in the outside world, but for the players, it spanned a thousand years in eternity, turning time into an eternal contest across millennia.

Shen Zun was also among the spectators.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't figure out the purpose behind this chess game.

On the tenth day, Ye Chen stood up.

He hadn't finished the game with the Nu Di, so the other emperors couldn't tell who won. For two beings with the same eternity, the game was far beyond what they imagined.

That night, he returned to Yu Nu Peak.

It was still that old tree, with Ji Ningshuang and the others there. No one spoke; they just exchanged smiles. To them, Ye Chen had only been gone for three or five months, but to him, it had been tens of thousands of years. In his small universe, he had lived beyond the concept of time, not even knowing his own age anymore.

The tenth emperor of Da Chu was still that devoted family man.

After so many years, he tied on an apron and cooked for his wives and children.

Dinner was very warm and cozy.

No one disturbed them; this peace and tranquility belonged to the Sheng Ti family alone.

That night, Xiao Ye Ling remained silent throughout.

The great battle between immortals and demons had left a memory of blood and tears.

It was a matter of love and fate.

Ye Chen didn't ask; with a single glance, he could see through it all. He could easily reconstruct the scene: one Li Xiaoyao, one Tang San Shao, both lives devoted to a single emotion.

"Can he be revived?"

Nan Ming Yu Shu whispered, transmitting her voice to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen shook his head lightly.

When he returned, his divine sense had scanned all of Zhutian. Tang San Shao had died completely, without a trace of blood or a remnant soul left. Though he had achieved great success, he wasn't omnipotent. If there were unknowns, perhaps it could be done, but unfortunately, even the unknowns were gone.

From his daughter, he could sense Tang San Shao's shadow.

But it was merely a blessing, Tang San Shao's final blessing before death, similar to an eternal blessing, filled with his lifetime of fortune and serving as a protection.

He sealed Xiao Ye Ling.

Sleep might be the best remedy in the world.

The night grew deeper.

Under the old tree, Ye Chen sat alone, carving wood sculptures.

In the moonlight, one could see streaks of pitch-black lightning tearing across his body.

It was the Tian Qian.

Ever since he first unlocked his bloodline, the Tian Qian had tormented him for thousands of years.

It was the heavens' hatred and punishment, wanting to erase him at any moment!

But it had failed.

Not only had it failed, but this so-called Tian Qian had become a whetstone, sharpening Ye Chen, this piece of rusty iron, into a peerless divine sword.

Ye Chen remained unmoved.

However, as he carved stroke after stroke, the Tian Qian on his body began to vanish, one streak after another. It wasn't absorbed by Ye Fan; instead, it was assimilated by eternity, refined by him into the power of the Tian Dao.

This moment was also historically significant.

The Tian Qian that had tormented him for thousands of years finally dissipated, becoming nourishment for his eternity.

Boom! Rumble!

The vast expanse echoed with thunder, flashes of lightning—likely the heavens' fury.

Ye Chen ignored it and continued carving.

By early morning, before the sky was fully bright, the aroma of food wafted from Yu Nu Peak.

"Someone's showing off his cooking skills again."

On various mountain peaks, people stood with hands clasped behind their backs, their expressions neutral—or rather, they were used to it. Every time Ye Chen returned from a trip, he became especially diligent.

"Back in the day, we should have drawn more of his blood."

No one knew how many old-timers were gathered, grumbling away. In the blink of an eye, thousands of years had passed, and even if Ye Chen stood there letting them strike, they couldn't harm him anymore.

"This old man observed the stars last night; the Tian Qian has disappeared."

"You say, where did all that Tian Qian go?"

"It must have been stewed by someone."

Early in the morning, people could be seen strolling below Yu Nu Peak.

They were all old-timers: figures like Ren Wang, Long Ye, Zao Hua Shen Wang, and the Fourth Shen Jiang, hands clasped behind their backs, each like an old mystic, circling around endlessly.

"This one is Ji Ningshuang's."

"This is Nan Ming Yu Shu's."

"This is Xi Yan's."

People always need some pursuits; when there's nothing to do, they count their money.

Who knows, it might not be long before they have to give gifts.

There's no way around it—who made someone have so many wives? Weddings require gifts, births require gifts. They can't keep sending Da Chu specialties every time; people would curse them out.

Da Chu had many crooked-neck trees.

That day, quite a few people were hanging from the trees, both elders and juniors, never without Xie Yun or Ren Wang. They swayed with the wind, one after another. Passing cultivators often glanced over; it was quite a picturesque scene.

An even more picturesque sight was the Di Jie.

Looking at the starry sky, patches of thunder seas glowed with dazzling ultimate Dao emperor light.

A new generation was rising.

Following Ye Fan, Ye Ling, and Tang San Shao, people were frequently attaining the Dao. What was once the supreme emperor in the eyes of the world now had the qualities of a common cabbage.

"Fatty, do you even know what shame is?"

Early in the morning, Xiao Ling Wa squatted on Xiong Er's rooftop.

This guy still hadn't kicked his bad habits; even after proving the Dao and becoming an emperor, he remained in his childlike form and loved eating source stones, crunching them one after another.

You'd think with the new generation all becoming emperors, this Xiong Er fatty would show some sign of breakthrough. People from the same generation felt embarrassed to visit him anymore.

Honestly, they had even thought up an emperor title for him.

Whenever this happened, Xiong Er's mountain peak turned into chaos, with chickens flying and dogs jumping.

For a full ten-plus days, the Di Jie didn't stop.

With a quasi-Huang Dacheng overseeing things, Zhutian remained quite peaceful.

As for Ye Chen, he lived plainly and simply.

The events people anticipated didn't seem to occur.

Still, quite a few people snuck down to Yu Nu Peak in the dead of night to wait.

After many days, they didn't get the steamy scene they hoped for, but they did see the Nu Di arrive.

Accompanying her was Zizai Tian.

They weren't there for a casual visit.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Nu Di entered the Tian Jie, and Zizai Tian entered the Ming Jie.

Ye Chen also left Yu Nu Peak, standing in the starry sky.

In that same instant, the three of them formed the same hand seals, each releasing a beam of radiant light soaring into the sky.

Boom!

Suddenly, rumbling echoed through the universe. The Tian Jie shook, and the Ming Jie trembled.

Meanwhile, Zhutian was fixed in eternity.

The people of Zhutian, whether emperors or mortals, seemed to turn into statues.

"San Jie... Gui Yi."

Ye Chen said faintly, only he continued changing the hand seals, using eternity to draw the Tian and Ming realms together.

Boom! Bang!

Accompanied by two thunderous booms, the Tian Jie merged into Zhutian, and the Ming Jie integrated into the human realm.

In an instant, it became eternal.

This time, not just Zhutian, but the Tian and Ming realms were also frozen.

Ye Chen had stealthily altered the rules and concepts.

He did this for one reason: to guard against the outer domains. The merging of the three realms would affect the barriers.

Indeed, whether it was the E Mo Huang Di or the Tian Mo Huang Di, they would seize any opportunity. In that eternal instant, they could ignore it and try to force their way through the barriers.

Ye Chen paid them no mind, merging everything with eternity.

This merging wasn't just of the three realms—heaven, earth, and human—it was also of their mysterious formations. He turned a single instant into a thousand years, aligning countless formations without any flaws.

Once eternity faded, the freezing ended.

And in that instant, the three realms completely fused and unified.

"What just happened?"

"Heavens! Is this the Tian Jie?"

"The Yin Cao Di Fu?"

Cries of astonishment erupted everywhere. People from the three realms were all bewildered. Only after looking around did they realize the three realms had unified. Hadn't it just been a brief daze? How could three emperors possess such immense divine power?

It was Ye Chen's divine power.

What seemed like a brief daze to the world was a thousand-year instant of eternity.

Boom! Rumble!

With the three realms unified, bursts of extraordinary light sprayed forth, eternal radiance scattering across the starry sky. Beyond that, ancient phenomena unfolded, as if the heavens and earth were emerging, evolving scene after scene in the vast expanse, reflecting vitality. Countless sprouts shot up in an instant, and the spiritual energy dispersed throughout the world became over a hundred times denser, with mist and fog swirling around.

"It's unified."

The Nu Di murmured softly, her hazy eyes filled with a distant haze.

She recalled the ancient times.

The so-called three realms originated from her own creation, all to set up that eternal grand scheme. She had laid down mysterious formations, turning all beings and everything into parts of the array, and she herself had fallen into the mortal world, guarding the three realms for endless ages.

After the vicissitudes of the sea and mulberry fields, they had finally unified.

Now, the human world was the most complete Zhutian, with no three realms remaining.