EBE Chapter 12717 Who are you?
Chapter 12717 Who are you?
Chapter 12717 Who are you?
Everyone could sense that countless eyes in the outer world were staring at the other side of the starry sky.
Fortunately, no one acted rashly; each seemed to have their own reservations.
For Ye Chen, the world barrier almost collapsed, and he actually gained a huge benefit.
His cultivation level was at the eighth level of the Undying Realm. On the other side of the starry sky, there were no more opportunities for him to break through.
At this moment, the barrier of the world is almost collapsed, and he can capture the spiritual energy outside the world, which is far more abundant and powerful than that of the other side of the starry sky, and closer to the origin of the Great Dao.
Although the primordial chaos was sick and terrifying, the yin and yang that emerged from chaos, and the myriad laws and paths that arose from chaos, possessed the spiritual energy that nourished all things.
Absorbing these known and known source spiritual energies would also be of great benefit to Ye Chen.
Ye Chen slowly recovered, while Feng Qingxue, Xi Yue, and the Goddess of Beauty also arrived with Xia Ruoxue, Ji Siqing, and others.
When they saw that Ye Chen's flesh and blood were dried up, they were all shocked, but dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing Ye Chen.
Looking at the pillar of light in the abyss, it had become a still black pillar, showing no signs of causing further chaos. The Yin-Yang Reincarnation Dao transformed into countless Yin-Yang chains, firmly binding and restraining the pillar.
This is Ye Chen's seal.
If Ye Chen hadn't intervened, the other side of the starry sky would probably have been annihilated by the abyss.
Three full days later, Ye Chen absorbed a large amount of primordial spiritual energy from outside the world, and his withered flesh and blood finally recovered. He opened his eyes, let out a long roar, and his cultivation broke through again, advancing to the ninth level of the Undying Realm!
The ninth level of the Undying Realm is only one step away from the Heavenly Dao Realm, the ceiling of the Starry Sky!
Before participating in the Divine Path Trial, Ye Chen's cultivation was only at the half-step Undying Realm. After the trial, he has now made a meteoric leap to the ninth level of the Undying Realm, which is truly unbelievable.
However, at this point, Ye Chen felt as if an insurmountable chasm lay before him, making it difficult to break through.
Relying on his past accumulation and the various opportunities he gained from the Divine Path Trials, he broke through to the ninth level of the Undying Realm, which was already his limit. It would be extremely difficult to go any further.
For ordinary people to advance to the Heavenly Dao Realm, they only need to resonate with the Heavenly Dao to break through.
If the Way of Heaven is a great tree, then ordinary people can advance in rank simply by climbing this tree.
But Ye Chen is different.
The Abyss, the Primordial Beginning, and the Chaos Ancestor all regarded him as an enemy; he had no tree to climb.
If he wants to advance to the Heavenly Dao Realm, he must achieve the Dao himself and become the Heavenly Dao. He must forge a completely new path for himself, which is undoubtedly extremely difficult.
But Ye Chen was not worried; he believed he could find his way.
"You've arrived."
Ye Chen stood up, looked at Mei Shen, Xia Ruoxue, Feng Qingxue and the others, and smiled slightly.
But his smile betrayed an undeniable weariness. The successive battles, coupled with the forced sealing of the abyss, had nearly exhausted his strength. Had he not broken through to the ninth level of the Undying Realm and possessed an astonishingly solid foundation, his condition would likely be even worse.
"Daddy!"
Xi Yue was the first to rush over, burying her face in his arms, her shoulders trembling slightly—although she was young, she knew about the changes in the world and the sacrifices of those around her father.
Feng Qingxue stood a little distance away, her face pale, lost in thought.
Beauty Goddess, Ji Siqing, and others also gathered around. Beauty Goddess's palm emitted a soft holy light, enveloping Ye Chen and helping him calm his turbulent blood and the chaotic aftereffects of the laws.
The baby in her womb was breathing steadily, but a layer of worry shrouded the goddess's brows. She would occasionally look up at the sky—where the cracks in the world's barrier spread like a spider web, and the chaotic radiation and prying eyes made her uneasy as well.
"I'm fine." Ye Chen gently patted Xi Yue's back, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on the dark, towering pillar in the distance, bound by layers of Yin-Yang chains, standing silently.
“The seal is only a temporary measure. It’s only a matter of time before the Yin God devours the Black Queen Mother. We must find a way to completely resolve this before that happens, or… acquire the power to suppress them.”
His voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone present feel a chill.
"Lord of Reincarnation".
After finishing his meditation, the Primordial Ancestor walked over. His aura was still somewhat weak, but his eyes were as sharp as ever. "The world barrier is riddled with holes, and the infiltration of chaotic energy has intensified. Just now, I sensed that more than one force was lingering outside the boundary, ready to make a move. This place has become the center of the vortex."
Ancestor Tianwen and Ancestor Tingyou also stood up. They looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.
After this calamity, the Yin Yang Divine Path Sect suffered heavy losses, and they and Ye Chen were now in the same boat.
“Young friend Ye,” the Heavenly Questioning Ancestor spoke, his tone complex, “now that you have taken the path of sect leader and glimpsed the ‘correctness,’ do you know where the road ahead truly lies? Is that path, which requires devouring all living beings and sacrificing everything… truly unavoidable?”
He asked the question that everyone feared most.
They all sensed, to varying degrees, what Ye Chen said to the Future Buddha in the maze.
Ye Chen remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head, his eyes unusually firm: "That path was the 'only' that the Chaos Ancestor wanted us to believe in. But the 'correct' path that the Gate Path tells me is a redefinition; we don't have to follow his script."
He paused, gazing at the gray, fragmented sky: "The real path must be forged by ourselves. The most urgent task is to quickly improve our strength to prepare for the coming storm. I have a premonition... that real trouble is on its way."
"If Senior Ren were here, that would be wonderful."
Perhaps due to the changes in the cracks in the world barrier, Ye Chen faintly sensed Ren Feifan's aura.
Senior Ren's aura seems off.
It seems they are going through a calamity.
What exactly is Senior Ren going through these days?
……
Meanwhile, outside the world.
A solitary, blood-soaked figure stood amidst the chaos.
His pupils reflected the light of destruction.
He seemed to be the god of destruction on this land!
However, he was breathing heavily and was in very poor condition.
Covered in wounds.
"I wonder how strong Ye Chen is now. He should have broken through to the Undying Realm by now."
"Did he kill the Black Queen Mother?"
"The Yin Spirit..."
He stopped muttering and instead looked down at his palm.
The destructive power in his palm seemed to have dimmed to the point of being almost transparent, like a flickering lamp about to burn out.
The aura of the Chaotic Burial Ground, like a bone-deep infection, had already seeped into the bloodstream through the wound.
That chilling sense of decay spread from the depths of my bones; with each breath, my lungs felt as if they were being repeatedly fried in corpse oil.
Ahead, the chaotic mist gradually thinned.
He saw a vast expanse of land.
That wasn't the real earth, but a massive continent formed by countless corpses.
Broken animal bones, shattered divine remains, half-rotted giant remains, and nameless ancient beasts lying like mountains... They were all fused together by some strange force, their surfaces covered with a layer of bluish-black crystals, gleaming with a deathly faint light in the eternal darkness.
Ren Feifan frowned slightly. He didn't like this place, but he had no choice but to come here.
He had even forgotten how long he had been there.
He needs a lighthouse.
And that lighthouse is now on the other side of the starry sky.
"Hey."
Suddenly, he heard a sigh.
No, not a first tone.
It was hundreds, thousands, countless sounds.
Deep within each corpse lies a restless, lingering soul. They are trapped in eternal death, yet instinctively sense the presence of the living.
And so, this "land" began to awaken.
The first thing to move was the animal skeleton closest to him.
It was an ancient beast over a hundred feet long, its spine broken into three pieces, half of its skull smashed by some kind of immense force, leaving only a cloudy eyeball hanging halfway in its socket.
It struggled to get up, its broken spine making a teeth-grinding grinding sound, but it could not support its already decaying body no matter what it did.
But it doesn't need to get up; its tail can still move.
The beast's tail, which was dragging among the pile of corpses and was ten feet long, suddenly sprang up like a venomous python that had been dormant for ten thousand years!
Its tail tip has a hook, and the hook gleams with a bluish-black, chilling light of corpse poison.
Ren Feifan's face twitched, and he quickly turned to the side.
The instant the beast's tail swept away its target, he had already closed in, his right palm and fingers forming a sword as he thrust towards the shattered skull between the beast's eyebrows.
puff!
A very faint thud, like a hole being punched in rotten wood.
Ren Feifan withdrew his hand, his fingertips stained with bluish-black putrid blood.
He didn't wipe it.
Because of the second head, the third head, the tenth head...
On this "land," countless corpses that have slumbered for millennia are awakening.
He found himself surrounded by a sea of the dead.
Ahead lay an endless horde of corpses.
The path we came from has been sealed off; there is no way to retreat.
Ren Feifan watched all of this with a blank expression.
He simply and slowly rekindled the almost extinguished destructive power.
A strand of black hair at his temple had quietly turned white.
He didn't care! He didn't have time to care!
The first carcass lunged forward.
He raised his hand and extinguished it.
The second one, the third one, the tenth one...
His movements were all precise and without any unnecessary actions; every strike was extremely accurate!
This is the art of destruction! It is also the masterpiece of the god of destruction in this world!
But the horde of corpses was endless; for every one he slew, three more would awaken from deeper within. This burial ground had accumulated too much time and buried too many powerful beings; even if he fought to the point of exhaustion, he could not kill even a fraction of them.
He could feel his movements slowing down.
It's not that I'm physically exhausted.
It is the combined effect of injury and poison.
He didn't stop.
The thirty-seventh.
The fifty-second head.
The eighty-ninth head... A splash of bluish-black, putrid blood splattered onto his cheek and slid down his jaw.
He didn't wipe it away, but narrowed his eyes slightly, dodging the three corpses that pounced from the flank, and thrust the sword intent of destruction into the brow of the last one.
From the depths of the zombie horde, a low laugh suddenly echoed.
"God of Destruction..." the voice was hoarse, like bone dust grinding, "Is that all you've got? Your future self is far more powerful than you..."
The horde of corpses parted to both sides like a tide, and a figure slowly emerged.
He wore a tattered sacrificial robe, the hem of which had rotted into scraps, revealing his withered, bark-like limbs beneath. His face was intact, with regular features, even handsome, except for his eyes, which were grayish-white without pupils.
His body was surrounded by a corpse aura that shared the same origin as the Chaos Corpse Beast, but was a hundred times more concentrated.
The corpse energy, as if alive, condensed into countless tiny threads, one end piercing into the bodies of the surrounding corpses, the other end connecting to his fingertips.
He is manipulating them.
Or rather, he was the "shepherd" of this horde of zombies.
Ren Feifan looked at him, his expression extremely solemn: "It seems that you are the one in charge of this area."
The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then smiled: "You have a good eye. It's a pity you're not in good shape right now."
He tilted his head, and although his gray-white eyes had no pupils, Ren Feifan could clearly feel that he was scrutinizing him from head to toe, as if he were assessing the value of a piece of merchandise.
Do you know the purpose of the Tomb of the Gods?
Ren Feifan didn't speak; he simply gripped his sword tighter.
The scavenger's smile deepened when he saw this action.
"Still thinking of taking action??" He shook his head. "You can't abuse your power of destruction repeatedly..."
He paused, a hint of almost pious light flashing in his greyish-white eyes:
"But I can offer you another way."
"Give yourself."
He took a step forward, his withered fingers almost touching Ren Feifan's brow.
Ren Feifan's eyes flashed with killing intent. He knew his opponent was very strong! And his own situation was dire! He had almost no chance of winning!
But even if he dies, it must be in battle!
"Still thinking about resisting? You and your future are exactly the same..."
"In that case, I'll take you there myself."
Just as the scavenger was about to make a move, the void rippled, and a strange hand appeared.
The hand reached out from the void, pale and with distinct knuckles, as if carved from mutton fat jade, yet it exuded an aura powerful enough to subdue ten thousand corpses.
The scavenger was struck dumb, frozen in place, and fear appeared in his gray-white eyes for the first time!
"You are……"
His voice was like that of a dying mosquito.
But the owner of that hand didn't look at him.
He only looked at Ren Feifan.
A figure slowly emerged from the void.
He wore a wide, dark black sacrificial robe with a hem that hung down, embroidered with countless ancient patterns that Ren Feifan could not understand—these patterns were not embroidery, but manifestations of the laws of the Great Dao, each one powerful enough to suppress a star field.
His face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, with only a pale, thin jawline visible.
But his aura and senses caused Ren Feifan's pupils to suddenly contract.
That aura is just like mine!
The other person looked up.
The hood fell down.
He revealed a face that resembled Ren Feifan's, but was much younger.
His features were delicate and refined, like those of a young scholar.
His gaze, however, was extremely deep and cold, as if he had already seen through the desolation of eternity.
He glanced at the scavenger.
Just one glance.
The Corpse Collector, who commanded the zombie horde and had refined the remains of countless powerful beings, didn't even have time to let out a scream before his entire body began to disintegrate from the center of his forehead—not shattered, not burned, but silently disintegrated like quicksand, leaving not even a wisp of his soul behind.
The surrounding corpses froze simultaneously, like clay sculptures or wooden carvings.
This chaotic burial ground fell into a deathly silence.
Ren Feifan remained silent.
He looked at the face that resembled his own and remained silent for a long time.
a long time.
Ren Feifan asked, "Who are you?"