Chapter Eighty-One The Person Sitting on the Throne

  "Ah......" Ye Chen shouted loudly, his body rolling, no sword in hand, but the sword energy was everywhere, waves of sword energy burst out from Ye Chen's body, filling the entire space with a strong and sharp sword energy.

  The mighty technique of the Sword Creation Incantation is indeed overbearing, absorbing the essence of all things in heaven and earth to serve one's own purpose. If this energy were to transform into Ye Chen's internal power, he might instantly become a pre-heavenly eighth or ninth stage expert. Unfortunately, this concentrated essence of the universe would not increase Ye Chen's internal power at all; it would all be focused on that extraordinary sword within his dantian.

  A small, pitch-black sword appeared at the top of Ye Chen's Qihai acupoint, and all his Qi converged onto it. Every time the sword quivered, a sword aura was emitted from within Ye Chen's body, bursting out of his body.

  Twelve Golden Armors, becoming increasingly blurred, finally disappeared on the spot. The fierce sword aura filled this space, and the entire space seemed to be unable to withstand it, and began to show cracks.

  "Hmm, the entire space shattered, and everything was rushing towards Ye Chen. It seemed like he welcomed all comers, absorbing all the essence, whether it was from plants or the entire space. However, those impurities were shaken out of Ye Chen's body by the black sword, which was also the origin of those sword auras."

  The thick essence of all things surged through Ye Chen's body, making his body feel like it was about to be torn apart, the pain unbearable.

  Ye Dun was in so much pain that he didn't even notice the space shattering around him, and rolled around on the ground.

  That intense pain was much more severe than the pain caused by the sword shadow expanding the meridians when practicing the Sword Transformation Technique.

  Ye Chen felt himself about to explode, his body involuntarily emitting sword auras.

  After the crazy sword energy was released, Ye Chen lay limp on the ground, unable to think of anything or do anything.

  It wasn't until much later that Ye Chen felt a bit better, slowly opening his eyes to find that the autumn scenery was gone, and so was the ominous aura. Instead, he saw a massive throne.

  On the throne sat a man with an extraordinary appearance, wearing a yellow robe, sitting majestically on the throne, exuding an aura of dominance over all under heaven.

  Next to the throne, a gigantic golden pen as tall as a person stood upright in mid-air. In the air were also eight rings of light that completely enveloped this place, making it seem somewhat closed off.

  "Are you awake?" A gentle voice came from above, and it wasn't as stern and unreachable as Yechen had imagined.

  "Who are you?" Ye Chen struggled to sit up, his image still lingering in that golden autumn space, not having converted over.

  "Haha, you're here for this pen of mine, aren't you?" The man sitting on the throne laughed and seemed to find Ye Chen's question amusing.

  "What about this pen?" Ye Chen turned his head to look at the golden pen suspended in mid-air, a golden brush that shone brightly, and it was clear at a glance that it was no ordinary object.

  "You've come over several times, and you still don't know what this pen is?" The man sitting on the throne said with a mocking tone.

  Looking at Ye Chen's bewildered expression, the man sitting on the throne gazed calmly ahead, as if he could see through the several layers of light to the outside.

  "It must be those two little girls who didn't tell you, right?" said the man sitting on the throne.

  "Little girls?" Upon hearing these words, Ye Chen felt a wave of dizziness, and Chen Tao also used to call Shui Ling'er and Xiao Wei like this.

  Thinking of this, Ye Chen anxiously turned his head towards those eight light circles, which must correspond to the eight light gates.

  "Which is the Gate of Death?" Ye Chen asked anxiously.

  "What? The bald man in the Death Gate is someone you know?" asked the majestic-looking man sitting on the throne with some interest.

  "How is he?" Ye Chen hastily turned his head and asked.

  "Entering the Gate of Death, few come out alive, often it's a narrow escape from death. Your friend is too weak, not even reaching the Innate Realm, wanting to survive will be extremely difficult." The man sitting on the throne said after a moment.

  "Senior, can you help him get out?" Ye Chen hastily asked the extraordinary man.

  "Haha, you're coming to rob me of my pen and still want me to help rescue people? Is there such a good thing in the world?" The man laughed.

  "Please, just let him go and I'll forget about the pen." Ye Chen said hastily.

  "The brush was mine to begin with, even if you wanted to save it, you couldn't have," the man sitting on the throne said casually, as if stating a fact.

  "How can you let him go?" Ye Chen's face looked a bit unsightly, although the man was speaking the truth, but it was somewhat piercing to his ears.

  "Haha, actually you don't have to worry, that little bald head may not be very capable, but he has cultivated one of the 72 ultimate skills of Buddhism, the Pinhua Finger, and maybe he can pass through this weakest dead door due to his lack of strength." The man said.

  "Can you let him out?" Ye Chen asked again.

  "Can and cannot." The man said ambiguously.

  "What did you say?" Ye Chen forced himself to calm down.

  "You help me with one thing, and I'll let him go, and giving you this pen is no big deal either." The man sitting on the throne said.

  "What's going on?" Ye Chen didn't care about the man's words, but when he heard that he was going to let go of Chen Tao, Ye Chen immediately asked, without even thinking.

  "Do you know who I am?" The man sitting on the throne spoke up, not to ask Ye Chen to do something, but to inquire if Ye Chen knew who he was.

  "Are you going to Dajun?" Ye Chen had read books about Zhangjiajie, and Tianzi Mountain was a famous tourist destination. Ye Chen had also taken a cursory look at it before, but he didn't believe in the legends of Tianzi Mountain. However, as he traveled to more places and gained more experience, he began to pay attention to those legends.

  Tianzi Mountain is said to be the place where Xiang Dakun, the leader of the rebellion, jumped off a cliff at Shentang Bay after his defeat and was transformed into the mountain as it appears today. However, Ye Chen couldn't confirm whether this was true or not.

  But now, looking at the man sitting on the throne, Ye Chen couldn't help but believe it. A man sat there, exuding an aura of supreme power, with a demeanor that seemed to reign over the world. Who else could have such an air about him, besides the Emperor?

  No matter what, by now Ye Chen had only seen one, and that was the man in front of him. Even the lord of Night Star City, Ye Wu Mian, wasn't even a tenth as good as the man before him.

  "Haha, you little kid actually guessed who I am, looks like you also know what happened back then. It's been a long time since then, all because I was too impatient." Da Kun sighed with emotion.

  Dà Kūn's eyes gazed into the distance, unfocused, as if recalling a past scene. One moment he looked regretful, the next, arrogant and domineering, his expression changing unpredictably.

  Ye Chen didn't say a word, just standing there staring at Xiang Dakun, waiting for him to come back to his senses. Since Xiang Dakun wanted to handle things himself, then Chen Tao wouldn't have any problems.

  Ye Chen believed in Xiang Dakun, because Ye Chen couldn't see a hint of cunning in Xiang Dakun's eyes, only a deep sense of death intention. This was someone who had given up on life, and although he laughed loudly while speaking, Ye Chen still felt that Xiang Dakun wasn't as carefree as he seemed on the surface.

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