As expected, a person indeed lay within the stone coffin. This was a handsome and imposing man, clad in immortal divine armor, appearing distinguished and majestic, with a divine bearing like jade. His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, accompanied by wisps of chaotic light swirling around his body. His flesh radiated a divine glow, and even his hair strands were tinged with chaotic light.
The entire person possessed an immortal divinity, like a Chaos deity, causing all living beings to bow in worship.
Ye Chen could sense that this was not a dead person; he was still alive, merely in a state of deep slumber. However, one could clearly feel the vast aura gradually emanating from him—how incredibly powerful it was, absolutely capable of rivaling an ancient Great Sage.
What shocked Ye Chen the most was that this mysterious man was enveloped in chaotic light, with primordial Chaos Qi surrounding his body, bearing an uncanny resemblance to himself. Even the chaotic fluctuations were strikingly similar, causing the primordial Chaos Qi within his own body to resonate in a peculiar way.
This feeling was as if he had encountered another version of himself.
Yet, Ye Chen did not recognize who the man in the coffin was.
Who was he?
Ye Chen focused intently on this heroic man, his heart trembling slightly. He soon realized that this person was likely like him—someone who cultivated the Chaos Great Dao and had also reached an extremely high level in the Chaos Dao, achieving such a state that made him appear exceptionally extraordinary.
Suddenly, Ye Chen felt a sense of threat. Although the Chaos Great Dao had never been truly pioneered since ancient times, not even by the strongest Emperor like Tai Sheng Huang, it was undeniable that the Chaos Great Dao was the undisputed supreme Dao, the most powerful Dao. Once mastered, it would be enough to sweep through all heavens invincibly.
If Ye Chen wished to completely perfect the Chaos Great Dao in the future, he might need to eliminate another practitioner of the Chaos Great Dao, for two tigers cannot share one mountain. The Chaos Great Dao could only be fully inherited, pioneered, and perfected by one person.
Otherwise, the existence of another person might very well strip away the great Dao fortune required for creating the Dao.
However, for Ye Chen to kill a stranger without any enmity or grievance made him somewhat hesitant.
Although he was not exactly a gentleman, he was not the kind of sinister villain who would kill without cause.
Whoosh—
At this very moment, the heroic man in the stone coffin suddenly opened his eyes, shooting forth two terrifying beams of light from his gaze, containing chaotic light that instantly tore through the void. Moreover, he looked toward Ye Chen in the distant sky.
Simultaneously, Ye Chen also looked at this heroic man, his gaze condensing into substance, clashing with the other's.
Boom—
The four beams of chaotic light from both sides collided, exploding instantly and violently agitating the primordial Chaos Qi within this chaotic space.
Rumble—
At the same time, a vast chaotic aura began to slowly spread out. Vaguely, it seemed as if a special great Dao divine sound was resonating, as if deities of all heavens were roaring, or like a demon king bellowing. Everything originated from the mysterious, handsome man in the stone coffin.
He rose to his full height, truly awakening. His thick black hair naturally cascaded down, with chaotic light intertwining and surging. That terrifying aura was like a peerless existence from a previous epoch awakening, its pressure enveloping the entire interior of the chaotic space. His gaze, almost condensing into substance, fell upon the other person in this space—Ye Chen. His slightly thin lips parted, his voice rumbling and shaking the chaotic space: "What junior dares to disturb this seat's slumber?"
The tone in his words was filled with iciness, also carrying an air of disdain and condescension, treating Ye Chen as a lowly ant, full of pressure and contempt.
Ye Chen snorted coldly, merely looking at the other party coldly without speaking.
That heroic man stepped forward, standing atop the stone coffin, looking down upon Ye Chen in the distant sky from a commanding height. That gaze was like an emperor high above looking down upon a mortal, filled with scorn and superiority: "Speak, who are you?"
Ye Chen's expression was icy, still remaining silent. However, his entire aura had grown much stronger, and wisps of primordial Chaos Qi swirled around his body, accompanied by chaotic light.
"Hmm?" The mysterious man who had awakened from the stone coffin uttered a sound of surprise. Then, at this moment, his gaze grew even more fiery, illuminating this interior chaotic space. He looked at Ye Chen with a hint of shock: "A familiar aura of origin... Could it be that you are also a practitioner of the Chaos Great Dao?"
Indeed, Ye Chen's heart sank slightly. This mysterious heroic man before him was indeed like him—a practitioner of the Chaos Great Dao, and his cultivation in the path of Chaos might not be inferior to his own.
Because he could feel the other's aura was extremely powerful, not weaker than an ancient Great Sage.
"So that's how it is. This truly brings this seat delight."
The heroic man enveloped in chaotic light slowly revealed a peculiarly sinister smile: "Interesting, truly interesting. I never expected to encounter a young cultivator who, like this seat, cultivates the Chaos Great Dao. It seems you are even a young generation's supreme, or perhaps you have reached a certain level in the Chaos Great Dao, possessing sufficient qualification."
"What do you mean?" Ye Chen's sword-like brows slightly furrowed. He always felt the other party harbored ill intentions, making him cautious and solemn.
The mysterious man suddenly looked down upon Ye Chen from his commanding height, speaking in a commanding tone: "As fellow practitioners of the Chaos Dao, we can be considered fated. This seat will not make things difficult for you. Considering your youth and the difficulty of reaching this stage, as long as you refine the Chaos True Blood within your body and hand over your Chaos Origin to this seat, your life can be spared."
Clearly, even at this point, he still regarded Ye Chen as an ordinary, weak ant, demanding the Chaos True Blood and Chaos Origin from him. Moreover, he considered this a great concession; otherwise, he would have Ye Chen killed.
From beginning to end, he had never truly placed Ye Chen in his eyes.
Hearing this, Ye Chen in the distant sky laughed in extreme anger. Truly arrogant enough, really thinking he was someone—an Ancient Monarch? Or a peerless Emperor?
He similarly looked over with a condescending gaze, sneering coldly: "Have me refine my Chaos True Blood and hand over my Chaos Origin? What thing are you? Heh, originally, my mastery of the Chaos Dao had also reached a certain limit. I just never expected to encounter another practitioner of the Chaos Dao here. Perfectly, perhaps killing you will be of great help in elevating my Chaos Great Dao, aiding me to completely transcend above. Now, refine your Chaos True Blood and hand over your Chaos Origin."
The same words, the same tone, yet even more extreme than the other's.
Returning the favor in kind!