Ye Chen saw Yun Wangshu staring at him fixedly. Instantly, his confidence soared. He struck what he thought was a handsome pose, the greed and desire in his eyes vanishing.
See? This is the charm of Ye Chen. Whether goddess or fairy, they all fall for me!
“Old Li, this is my charm! So what if she’s a Saint from the Ancient Era? She still has to look at me differently now!”
Inside the ring, Old Li rolled his eyes and glanced disdainfully at Ye Chen’s delusional confidence, silently cursing him nonstop.
“Swish—”
The jade pendant on Ye Chen’s waist was pulled away by Yun Wangshu from a distance. She carefully examined it with her divine sense. The last bit of hope in her heart completely vanished.
“Tell me—why do you have this jade pendant?” Yun Wangshu’s brows furrowed slightly. Her voice was cold, tinged with anger.
Ye Chen, unaware of his situation, looked up with feigned grievance, squeezing out a few tears. “Senior Brother Lin gave it to me.”
“He said… this jade pendant was useless to him now. He even said, Master, that you were no longer worthy of being his master, and also…”
Ye Chen began embellishing the story, vilifying Lin Luochen to the extreme. Leng Qingqiu and Yu Youwei’s faces shifted between green and purple.
“Ye Chen, you shameless scum! It was you who framed Junior Brother Lin!” Yu Youwei was so angry her delicate chest heaved. She pointed at Ye Chen, her beautiful face filled with fury.
Leng Qingqiu’s icy voice was tinged with sorrow, “I never expected… you were this kind of person. Back then, I must have been blind to think you saved me!”
Ye Chen’s face darkened to a terrifying extent. These two women had always obeyed him. Ever since Lin Luochen walked out of Punishment Cloud Cliff, everything had changed.
Damn it!
“Master, it’s not what—”
“Silence!” Yun Wangshu snapped. Her elegant brows arched in displeasure, her starry eyes now brimming with murderous intent.
Leng Qingqiu and Yu Youwei were both stunned. Yun Wangshu was known for her cold detachment. No one could stir her emotions—yet today, she was clearly out of character.
“Master!” Ye Chen cried, covering his face, forcing out more tears. “I know my talent is poor. I can’t compare to Senior Brother Lin. I also know you never truly took me as your disciple.”
“So all of this is my fault. Don’t blame Senior Brother…”
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smirk—this trick never failed!
“Of course it’s your fault!” Yun Wangshu ground her teeth. She crushed the jade pendant in midair. Her stunning face, beautiful like a fairy, now held fury. “So you can die!”
Her gaze swept outward, and countless chaotic worlds bloomed around her—this was her Saint Realm.
In an instant, blue light erupted!
“Ahhh—!”
Ye Chen’s body was torn into three pieces on the spot. He couldn’t endure that kind of power. The pain was excruciating—worse than anything he had ever experienced.
“Old Li, save me!” Even Ye Chen realized Yun Wangshu was seriously trying to kill him. After all, she had fully unleashed her domain.
He hadn’t died immediately—not because he was strong, but because the laws of this world were protecting him.
Old Li wanted to curse out loud. He had long predicted Yun Wangshu would deal with Ye Chen, yet Ye Chen refused to listen and even dared try to seduce Yun Wangshu!
If you can seduce this iceberg, I’ll take your surname! And now when disaster strikes, you drag me into it?!
But he had no choice. After all, their fates were tied together.
In the blink of an eye, a vast power surged from Ye Chen’s body. His once dumb, naive eyes turned ancient and deep.
“Fellow Daoist Yun, it’s been 8,000 years. How have you been?” Old Li, dragging Ye Chen’s half body, cupped his fists and said, “I am the Venerable Lihuo. Might you spare some mercy and release this foolish disciple?”
Yun Wangshu’s brows twitched slightly. With a gentle wave of her jade hand, a breeze swept Leng Qingqiu and the others away.
Even a trace of a Saint’s aura was unbearable to them—there was no need for them to remain.
Her eyes remained steady, not sparing Old Li a glance. “What kind of trash are you?”
“Fellow Daoist, it’s said that mercy today brings future peace. You can sense it too—this foolish disciple is favored by the heavens. He is the child of destiny. Killing him won’t be easy.” Old Li tried to reason.
Saints could contend with the heavens for fortune, so they could clearly sense someone’s natural luck.
“If you dare block my path, I’ll destroy your remnant soul. If the heavens block me, I’ll crush them beneath my feet!”
Yun Wangshu’s jade foot stepped forward. Her delicate toes, glistening like jade, exploded with divine might. The entire immortal mountain trembled.
The space of this world shattered. Another realm unfolded. Flower petals rained from the sky, dazzling and radiant, their fragrance intoxicating down to the bones.
But within this beautiful bloom hid boundless killing intent. Every petal could kill. Countless worlds bloomed in the void.
“A flower, a world… this is the Three Thousand Worlds! You inherited it from that ancient Emperor of the Southern Ridge?!” Old Li shouted in shock.
This unparalleled technique came from the Southern Ridge’s ancient Emperor. Yun Wangshu had pushed it to its limit, evolving three thousand great worlds—able to wield the heavens as her own.
Even more terrifying, the Southern Ridge’s Emperor might have lived a second life. He was unfathomably powerful!
Old Li controlled Ye Chen’s mangled body, his eyes filled with fear.
Yun Wangshu could have annihilated him with a single finger, yet she didn’t—because she knew, even in her past life, that Ye Chen carried immense fortune.
He was this world’s child of destiny, the Dao of Heaven’s favored one!
So Yun Wangshu gave him no chance to breathe. From the start, she struck with an extreme Emperor technique, offering no escape—even Heaven itself could not shield him!
“Heavenfire Triple Transformation!” Old Li roared, his aura soaring, nearly stepping into the Heavenly Venerable Realm. Still not enough, he continued shouting, “Burning Technique!”
In an instant, he was wrapped in endless golden flames like a blazing deity. But it was still not enough. Yun Wangshu’s pressure was overwhelming. Even with the Dao of Heaven protecting him, escaping was nearly impossible.
Old Li bit his finger and smeared his forehead, forcibly burning his soul. “Break through!”
He roared, fists engulfed in golden flames, attempting to shatter the Three Thousand Worlds Yun Wangshu had created.
But Yun Wangshu didn’t give him the chance. Her fingers, delicate like mutton-fat jade, descended from the sky, wrapped in chaotic energy—immense and mighty—covering the world.
A flick of her finger blocked out the sky!
The aura was terrifying. Even under suppression by the Heavenly Dao, it was still overwhelmingly powerful.
“Boom—!”
Her jade finger descended slowly, creating monstrous waves. Just the residual aura made Old Li’s eyes bulge. Ye Chen’s mutilated body began cracking, bleeding from every crevice.
“Old Li! Save me! Don’t you dare die! If you die, what happens to me?!”
“It’s fine if you die, but I’m the child of destiny! I can’t die like this!” Ye Chen screamed in fear within the sea of consciousness.
“Shut up!” Old Li cursed furiously. He had calculated the world, but he had failed to see Ye Chen’s true character!
He coughed up blood. The divine fire around him dimmed.
The heavens outside stirred violently. The Dao itself trembled, as if enraged, compressing the divine power of the Three Thousand Worlds.
The Dao of Heaven could erase anything, but Saints had already transcended. They no longer belonged to the Dao. So the Dao of Heaven couldn’t stop Yun Wangshu—it could only struggle in vain.
“I am the Great Emperor of this era. I will crush your Dao of Heaven!”
Yun Wangshu stood like a sovereign over all, ruling her Three Thousand Worlds. Her presence was so overwhelming it crushed any will to resist.
The chaotic jade finger fully descended, completely unimpeded. Even the Dao of Heaven failed to stop it.