Following the divine radiance channel, the numerous dangers along the way were all isolated.
Before long, the group had left the Divine Battlefield.
Ye Chen stood outside the Divine Battlefield, his hand manifesting streaks of dazzlingly colorful law fragments. Each streak could annihilate everything, shatter the vast heavens, and cleave a Saint in two.
They were all fragments of Heavenly King-level Great Dao laws. He had retrieved them from the Divine Battlefield, numbering several dozen to a hundred.
"I'll borrow these for now; they have great uses. I will return them to the Divine Battlefield another day," Ye Chen said softly. Then, with a flip of his palm, he withdrew the law fragments into his body. In his hand appeared a spatial scroll left for them by the Peacock King back then, containing the coordinates of the Central Heavenly Palace, allowing for swift traversal through the skies.
Crushing the spatial scroll, void Great Dao runes appeared, rapidly weaving a spatial channel. The group stepped into it, officially returning to the Central Imperial City.
Finally reuniting with Yiyi and the Golden Little Divine Dragon allowed everyone to breathe a sigh of relief.
Especially for Ye Chen and Yiyi, separated for an entire lifetime without meeting, many years had passed. This little white beast remained as lively, adorable, and childlike as ever, a clever and mischievous little creature beloved by all.
The Golden Little Divine Dragon was also extraordinary. Though it looked chubby and cute, Ye Chen knew well the fearsome power of the little divine dragon, possessing True Dragon strength capable of shattering the vast heavens and the cosmos.
Both little creatures were heaven-defying.
Unfortunately, now that he was revered across the world and had offered rewards tempting enough to move anyone, almost all major forces in the world had mobilized to search for traces of the others.
However, whether it was Yaya, Ruoxi, the Corpse-Eating Insect Emperor, Weier, the Immortal True King, or those others, no news had been obtained. It was as if they had vanished from the world, or perhaps they had never been on the Ancient Emperor Continent.
This struck Ye Chen as odd. Moreover, the Ancient Emperor Continent was now beginning to undergo subtle changes; the Heavenly Secrets were unfathomable, so Ye Chen had not attempted any divination.
Upon returning to the Central Heavenly Palace of the Imperial City, Ye Chen spent over a month playing with Yiyi before immersing himself in cultivation once more.
To date, Ye Chen had been revered across the world for seven years. As time passed, the world had long come to regard Ye Chen as the true number one powerhouse of the Ancient Emperor Continent.
Even though Ye Chen had not become a Sovereign, he was the undisputed uncrowned Sovereign.
Even among some major forces with Heavenly King ancestors suppressing their fortunes, they tacitly acknowledged Ye Chen's status, also deeply aware that this uncrowned Sovereign possessed the ability to slay Heavenly Kings.
His prestige was even greater, compelling all major forces in the world to bow their heads. The Imperial City had imperceptibly become his stronghold. The mysterious Guardian Clan had not appeared either, as if tacitly consenting, making people increasingly awed by Ye Chen's might.
Yet, against this backdrop, someone entered the Central Heavenly Palace with an attitude still quite arrogant, lacking respect, let alone fear.
A Samsara-level supreme powerhouse with black-and-white hair did not wait for the Heavenly Palace's powerhouses to announce him but barged straight in. The aura he unleashed made the Saint Lords and overlords guarding the Heavenly Palace tremble, unable to truly block him.
"Qian, come out. There is a letter you must personally open immediately," this Samsara-level supreme powerhouse said, holding a letter in his hand that emitted a faint, lustrous treasure light. Shockingly, it carried several strands of powerful Heavenly Might, astonishing everyone.
Was it handwritten by a Heavenly King?
But the Heavenly Kings of the nine great imperial dynasties denied it, for this Heavenly Might surpassed Heavenly King majesty. A terrifying phenomenon manifested within it, disturbing heaven and earth. Though it appeared peaceful, it made even Heavenly Kings feel apprehensive.
It gave the impression of being written by a peerless Supreme One, imprinted with his Dao, Heavenly Might overshadowing the world, making the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers pale in comparison.
"Qian, come out. Receive the decree of my clan's Young Ancestor and proceed to the Saint Palace," this Samsara-level supreme powerhouse spoke with a tone quite cold, even carrying arrogance, as if looking down from on high. He showed not a shred of respect for Ye Chen, the world-proclaimed uncrowned Sovereign of the Ancient Emperor Continent, nor did he regard him with any importance.
Within the Central Heavenly Palace, who wasn't shocked? Even the Heavenly Kings of the nine great imperial dynasties were taken aback.
Merely a letter, yet its radiance was resplendent, possessing an irresistible might, like a peerless overlord from the Age of Gods crossing the river of time to arrive, before whom all living beings in the myriad realms must bow and submit.
Yet it also angered people. One must know that even Imperial Sons treated Ye Chen with great courtesy, speaking to him as an equal. Who in the world could dare to summon the Battle Saint King in such a manner?
"Who are you? Whom do you represent?" the Peacock King spoke up. Though he appeared delicate and beautiful, he possessed the dignity of a supreme powerhouse.
"I represent my clan's Imperial Son," the supreme powerhouse said.
Imperial Son?
Imperial Wuming or Shen Rong?
Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "You are Imperial Wuming's man?"
"Young Ancestor Wuming?" The Samsara-level supreme powerhouse's expression shifted slightly but then darkened. "No, Young Ancestor Wuming is in seclusion. I am here on behalf of Young Ancestor Wushuang, inviting Qian to a gathering banquet. Qian, come and receive the letter."
Everyone was stunned, then understood. The surviving descendants of the Great Emperor Tai Sheng were not limited to Imperial Wuming alone; there was another, Imperial Wushuang.
However, this Imperial Wushuang seemed to be an Imperial Son figure of extreme arrogance and forcefulness.
Moreover, the tone of this supreme powerhouse under Imperial Son Wushuang was truly eyebrow-raising. He actually demanded Ye Chen personally come to receive the letter. Even an Imperial Son should not act thus.
The Peacock King shouted, "You are too insolent! This is the Battle Saint King's place. Did your Imperial Son not teach you any manners?"
"It's not about insolence, nor is there any need for manners," the black-and-white-haired supreme powerhouse said coldly, issuing a warning: "To receive or not is entirely up to how you think. But if you do not go after my clan's Imperial Son's invitation, it would be tantamount to disrespecting my Imperial Clan."
Within the Central Heavenly Palace, the imperial dynasty Heavenly Kings and Ancient God Continent powerhouses following Ye Chen were enraged. The Peacock King's expression darkened further, almost on the verge of taking action.
But on that letter, there was clearly an ancient might of the Great Power level, making people wary.
Could it be that Young Ancestor Wushuang had already reached the realm of an ancient Great Power?
"Who are you?"
At this moment, the Three Immortal Maidens also appeared in the Central Heavenly Palace. Yiyi and the Golden Little Divine Dragon were there too, held by them. They had heard the commotion in the Central Heavenly Palace from afar and thus came over.
Especially the Goddess, her body wreathed in divine, sacred radiance, appearing inviolable and captivating the mortal world, peerlessly stunning. But in truth, she was a forceful woman not much weaker than Ye Chen, her entire being surging with divine brilliance, radiant and dazzling, brilliantly eye-catching.
Now, her phoenix-like eyes narrowed, filled with a kind of fury, her divine might vast and mighty.
The black-and-white-haired Samsara-level supreme powerhouse looked at the Three Immortal Maidens, his eyes immediately lighting up. Landing on the Goddess, he even nodded: "What a Goddess capable of captivating the mortal world, peerless in elegance and grace. Such a stunning figure would be best following my clan's Imperial Son, accompanying him for a lifetime."
"The other two are also excellent, equally captivating the mortal world, stunning through the ages."
"If you Three Immortal Maidens choose to follow my clan's Imperial Son, in the future you can together stride toward the pinnacle of the Great Dao. When the Imperial Son Young Ancestor ascends to the Emperor Dao domain, you could also become mothers of the realm, the most dazzling and brilliant women throughout eternity."