487: Chapter 487 The Heavenly Emperor (52)

Ye Yun retracted his fist.

Xiao Qianjue disappeared at the end of the medicinal garden, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

He did not pursue.

He turned and walked to Ye Wuchen and Xiang Tian, a layer of pale green light rising from his palms.

Myriad Things Born.

The power of vitality surged into their bodies, and their severed Meridians began to heal slowly, while their shattered bones reconnected.

However, Xiao Qianjue's gray Saber Qi was too stubborn, entrenched deep within the wounds as if it had taken root.

Ye Yun frowned.

"I can only help you suppress the Saber Qi; clearing it completely will require you to slowly grind it away with your own Origin."

Ye Wuchen nodded; although his complexion was pale, his spirit was still quite good.

Xiang Tian was more blunt, pushing Ye Yun's hand away.

"Unnecessary, it's just a superficial wound."

Ye Yun ignored him, infused another stream of vitality, and then withdrew his hand.

Nearby, the Saintess struggled to stand up, walked unsteadily to Ye Yun, and bowed deeply.

"Many thanks to His Highness, the Imperial Son, for saving my life."

Ye Yun glanced at her.

Centuries had passed, and the young girl who was once trapped in her Sea of Consciousness and on the verge of death now possessed a steady aura, her Profound Water Sacred Body cultivation having entered the Peak of the Venerable Realm.

"Great progress."

Four words, no more, no less.

The Saintess's body trembled slightly.

She raised her head, meeting Ye Yun's calm eyes, and felt a lump in her throat, unable to speak for a long time.

She clenched her fists.

Saint Realm.

She was still one step away.

...

In the distance, the pillar of light soaring into the sky grew stronger.

The entire Heavenly Emperors Tomb was trembling slightly, with gravel falling constantly from overhead.

Ye Yun looked up, activating his Heavenly Eye and Heart Heavy Pupils simultaneously.

Golden and heterochromatic light flashed in his eyes, piercing through layers of palace walls and Restrictions, locking onto the source of the pillar of light.

It was a magnificent treasure hall floating in the deepest part of the Heavenly Emperors Tomb.

Above the treasure hall, a seated celestial emperor remains radiated a desolate aura of imperial dao.

Ye Yun's heart jolted.

Within that Imperial Might, there was a trace of an extremely faint aura.

Very familiar.

It was of the same Origin as the aura on the residual traces where the primordial sacred fluid had been "taken away" during his three previous attempts to track it.

primordial sacred fluid.

Ye Yun's breath hitched slightly.

It appeared in that place of Legacy?

He instinctively wanted to set off immediately, but his foot had barely taken half a step before he stopped.

The primordial sacred fluid had been taken away in advance three times.

And now it "happened" to appear within the Legacy.

This coincidence was so precise that it sent a chill down his spine.

But he could not afford not to go.

The final key ingredient for the Major Achievement of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was right there.

...

Ye Yun turned to Xiang Tian.

"I have noted today's favor."

"Who wants you to note it? I just can't stand that guy surnamed Xiao; what kind of skill is it to bully a woman? It has nothing to do with you."

Ye Yun smiled.

Xiang Tian was covered in blood, the saber wound on his left arm still oozing bronze-colored Tyrant Blood, but he stubbornly refused to sit down, standing there with his hands on his hips.

"There is no rule for a descendant of the Tyrant Body to sit while talking."

Ye Yun did not insist.

One was the posture of a heavenly emperor of the Sacred Body lineage.

The other was the contemporary descendant of the Tyrant Body lineage.

Logically speaking, they should be sworn enemies.

Yet standing together at this moment, it felt surprisingly natural.

Xiang Tian brushed the dust off his body and turned to leave.

After a few steps, he stopped and looked back at Ye Yun.

"Brother Yun, after this Secret Realm ends, once my Tyrant Body reaches Major Achievement, I will definitely seek you out for another battle."

After saying this, he strode away.

He did not look back.

Ye Yun watched his back, which was full of saber wounds but still stood straight, and smiled slightly.

"A duel between a Major Achievement Sacred Body and a Major Achievement Tyrant Body?"

"I'm truly looking forward to it."

...

Ye Yun turned to Ye Wuchen.

"Brother Wuchen, take the Saintess and the clan Disciples to rest first. I will go to the place of Legacy alone."

Ye Wuchen's expression changed.

"Imperial Son, I will go with you."

"Your injuries have not healed; going would be a burden."

Ye Yun's tone was unquestionable.

"You stay on the periphery to provide support. In case of any changes, you are the final retreat path."

Ye Wuchen opened his mouth, but eventually gritted his teeth and nodded.

Ye Yun's figure turned into a stream of light, speeding towards the deepest part of the Heavenly Emperors Tomb.

When he arrived at the place of Legacy, the sight before him made him stop.

Densely packed figures.

Almost all the Prodigies of the entire Three Thousand Dao Provinces had arrived.

A magnificent ancient treasure hall floated in the Void Realm, its body forged from an unknown black Divine Stone, inscribed with ancient imperial patterns, radiating a desolate aura.

Above the treasure hall, the celestial emperor remains of the North Sea Heavenly Emperor sat in the Void Realm, imperial robes fluttering; although he had passed away countless eras ago, he remained majestic.

The Eastern Emperor of the Eastern Heavenly Court, with his subordinates, occupied an area on the left side of the treasure hall, his restored Heavenly Pursuit Saint Eye shimmering with silver light.

The Sword Child of the Wuji Sword Sect stood holding his sword on the right side of the treasure hall, the brand new, jet-black sword radiating the aura of imperial dao.

Liu Yan was also in the crowd, standing low-key at the very back of the Liu family Prodigies, her face calm.

The Prodigies from the various imperial clans and top Sects of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces had almost all come out in full force.

Ye Yun's Heavenly Eye swept over the celestial emperor remains, identifying the aura unique to the North Sea Heavenly Emperor from the residual imperial dao aura.

It matched perfectly with the Heavenly Emperor legendarily known as the "Eternal Sinner" by the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

Confirmed without error.

This was the Legacy of the North Sea Heavenly Emperor.

...

The gates of the treasure hall had opened.

Prodigies surged in like a tide.

Ye Yun stepped into the hall with the crowd, his gaze quickly sweeping around.

The space inside the hall was immense, with no end in sight.

Various Cultivation Techniques were carved on the walls of the hall, every word glowing.

Ancient spiritual items were displayed on the stone platforms on both sides, spiritual light flowing.

Rare Medicinal Pills were sealed in jade bottles, the fragrance of the pills overflowing.

There were even several fragments of imperial weapons, quietly floating in mid-air, radiating residual Imperial Might.

These Opportunities were all real.

Genuine and authentic.

Prodigies from all sides fought endlessly, and the hall was in chaos.

Some came to blows over a sacred herb, while others bled for a scroll of quasi-imperial level Cultivation Technique.

Ye Yun ignored all this.

All his attention was focused on the deepest part of the treasure hall.

The aura of the primordial sacred fluid.

Very strong.

It was right below the celestial emperor remains of the North Sea Heavenly Emperor.

His Heart Heavy Pupils and Heavenly Eye operated at full power simultaneously, scanning the entire treasure hall from inside out three times.

The Restrictions were real.

The Legacy was real.

The imperial dao aura of the celestial emperor remains was also real.

There was nothing unusual.

Everything was as normal as could be.

But in Ye Yun's heart, a string was constantly taut.

His intuition was warning him.

But the conclusion given by his pupil techniques was "safe."

Ye Yun took a deep breath and stepped into the depths of the treasure hall.

However, he still could not find the physical form of the primordial sacred fluid.

That aura permeated the entire treasure hall, omnipresent yet untraceable, making it impossible to lock onto a specific location.

Time was passing.

More and more Prodigies surged into the treasure hall.

Basically everyone in the entire Heavenly Emperors Tomb had been attracted by this Legacy.

Ye Yun stood in the center of the treasure hall, looking around.

A sea of people.

He frowned and cast his gaze outside the hall gate.

There was almost no one left outside.

Everyone was here.

A bad thought suddenly popped up.

Just at this moment.

Above.

That celestial emperor remains of the North Sea Heavenly Emperor moved.

At first, it was just a slight tremor of a finger.

Ye Yun's eyes narrowed.

Then the whole hand.

Hum.

A ripple spread out from within the remains.

Then the head.

That remains, which had sat for who knows how many eras, slowly "lifted its head."

In its hollow eye sockets, two balls of eerie green flames lit up.

That was not the brilliance of imperial dao.

Ye Yun's heart went cold.

He was too familiar with this aura.

Eerie power.

The aura of the great terror.

Boom!

The entire treasure hall shook violently.

The hall doors slammed shut.

With a loud bang, the heavy Divine Stone doors closed, cutting off all light and retreat paths.

On the walls of the hall, countless hidden Restrictions were activated simultaneously.

Densely packed chains of Law surged out from all directions, weaving into a net that completely sealed the entire treasure hall.

A cage of the Heavenly Emperor level.

After all the Prodigies had entered, it finally bared its fangs.

The crowd fell into chaos instantly.

"What's going on!"

"The door is closed! We can't get out!"

Several Prodigies rushed desperately towards the hall doors, attacking with all their might.

Boom!

The rebound force of the Restrictions sent them flying, and two of them bled from their seven orifices on the spot, their life force cut off.

Screams rose one after another.

Above, that "resurrected" remains slowly stood up.

The decaying imperial robe moved without wind, eerie green flames danced in its eye sockets, overlooking the terrified Prodigies below.

Ye Yun's heart sank.

He finally understood.

Everything from beginning to end was a trap.

The "manifestation" of the Heavenly Emperors Tomb.

The lure of the primordial sacred fluid's aura.

The bait of the Legacy.

Everything was for this moment.

To wipe out all the Prodigies of the young generation of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces in one fell swoop.

The remains looked down from above, eerie green flames dancing in its hollow eye sockets.

It "looked" at Ye Yun.

Ye Yun was also looking at it.