The Fortieth Gate was as bustling as the previous trial ancient gates.
However, the moment Ye Chen and Jiu She appeared, especially the dark golden halo constantly shimmering behind Ye Chen, many immediately recognized his identity—
Battle Saint King!
The invincible genius of the Ancient Path!
Moreover, with a group of Ancient Path Talents who had come from the Thirty-Ninth Gate present, many had learned about the various events of the Star Sky trial there. Upon seeing his appearance, numerous Ancient Path Talents couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, filled with deep apprehension.
They were all Ancient Path Talents who had passed through that gate, so they naturally understood the terror of the eighteen Insect Race Mother Queens.
Not to mention the Mother Queens themselves being immensely powerful, even just the endless tide of Insect Race warriors had caused many Ancient Path Talents to perish within. Yet, this ultimate monster had single-handedly swept through them all, and even managed to break free from the legendary Eighteen Star Formation by himself. Just how terrifyingly formidable was this person?
Furthermore, even with the intervention of a minor overlord of the Ancient Path, he remained unstoppable, and Gong Xuan had even perished by his hand. All of this further highlighted the fearsomeness of this Battle Saint King. He was truly an invincible being who could sweep across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and he very likely had a place reserved for him among the future overlords of the Ultimate Ancient Path.
Facing all this and the many gazes filled with awe and reverence, Ye Chen remained silent, striding forward wordlessly.
Wherever his steps passed, any Ancient Path Talents automatically made way, not daring to block him in the slightest.
Everyone had heard of how domineering and unyielding this Battle Saint King was, utterly fearless of everything. With the precedent of the eighteen Insect Race Mother Queens being annihilated and Gong Xuan being slain, who would dare provoke his wrath? That would be pure suicide!
The Great Power guarding this gate had already come out to greet him and, upon receiving the signal, immediately opened the trial realm.
Although the Fortieth Gate also had many outstanding Ancient Path Talents, figures like Gong Shenxue, a minor overlord of the Ancient Path, were ultimately rare in the world and couldn't appear at every gate. Therefore, it was far simpler. Ye Chen displayed absolute combat power and swept through the trial.
Three days later, Ye Chen appeared at the Forty-Second Gate. He did not enter the trial realm; instead, with the help of the Great Power guarding this gate, he activated a Domain Gate and officially stepped into the void, heading towards the Forty-Ninth Gate.
From the Forty-Second Gate to the Forty-Ninth Gate, although only seven trial ancient gates apart, the distance that needed to be crossed was an unimaginably astronomical figure, staggeringly vast.
Even for the current Ye Chen, without relying on the long-distance teleportation Domain Gates of the trial ancient gates, it would take at least several months due to the immense span.
And even with the long-distance teleportation Domain Gate, it required a full ten days. This teleportation duration also surprised Ye Chen—it actually spanned such an immense cosmic distance.
However, considering the boundless vastness of the universe, even an Ancient Monarch would require a long time to traverse it, often taking decades or even centuries, and might not even be able to cross it completely. Only a true Emperor Supreme One could freely roam every corner of the Primordial Chaos Ancient Universe. With that thought, he felt at ease.
During the ten days, Ye Chen naturally did not remain idle. He had too many things to do.
On one hand, he studied the Chaos insights left by the Great Saint Sovereign. These were the insights of one of the most powerful existences throughout history, also the Emperor's insights that came closest to the Great Perfection of the Chaos Dao in history. No one surpassed his understanding of Chaos. To this day, Ye Chen had only comprehended a small portion, relatively speaking, merely a drop in the ocean, the tip of the iceberg.
Because the Chaos insights of such a supreme Emperor were profoundly profound. Even if other Emperor Supreme Ones came, they would require countless years to fully comprehend them. How could the current Ye Chen possibly grasp them completely? If he fully understood them, he would likely be an Emperor Supreme One himself.
The more he contemplated, the more Ye Chen felt the greatness of the Great Saint Sovereign. No one could surpass his insights into the Chaos Dao, and they provided unparalleled assistance in the deduction of his own Chaos techniques, requiring a lifetime to fully appreciate.
At the same time, there were also the alchemy experiences and some cultivation insights of the Alchemy Emperor, and even the Emperor's origin of the Ancient Green Emperor, suppressed within the Six-Layered Coffin of Reincarnation, which had not been taken out to this day.
How could Ye Chen not want to refine this wisp of Emperor's origin? It was equivalent to one-tenth of the origin of a Great Perfection Emperor—how vast, how mighty, unimaginable.
Any Ancient Monarch would be unable to withstand it; this Emperor's origin would be enough to shatter them to pieces, utterly destroying both body and Dao.
If not for the help of the Heavenly Desolation Divine Spirit, the divine spirit of the Supreme Emperor Weapon, back then, Ye Chen would have had no way to obtain this portion. It was a truly heaven-defying, priceless immortal opportunity, incomparable even to the Immortal's severed arm.
Unfortunately, the current Ye Chen could only look but not refine it, because he had not yet reached a realm where he could refine it. Even extracting a single thread or strand was extremely difficult, and he would easily suffer a backlash from the Emperor's origin, causing his Chaos Saint Body to be shattered to pieces.
Unless the Heavenly Desolation Divine Spirit awakened to help him. Sadly, back in the Fallen Emperor Battlefield, the Heavenly Desolation Divine Spirit had fallen into a deep slumber, having expended greatly, and had not been able to recover since.
Subsequently, he studied the Immortal's severed arm. Ever since receiving the gift from the other Heaven's Gate Master in the Heavenly Tribulation World, the Immortal's severed arm had completely regained its vitality, its divine nature restored, vivid and lifelike. The blood flowing on it, every drop, contained boundless power capable of submerging the Star Sky, and its immortal aura was immeasurable, capable of crushing the myriad heavens.
Ye Chen very much wanted to refine it, to extract some supreme immortal essence blood, because doing so would allow his cultivation to advance even faster.
However, he could only sigh helplessly again. Even achieving the level of a Chaos Great Power wouldn't suffice. A single drop of blood from a Supreme Immortal could shatter the myriad heavens and submerge the Star Sky; a Great Power might not be able to withstand it, let alone essence blood, which would be enough to shatter any Great Power. Even an Ancient Monarch would be severely injured.
Such was a Supreme Immortal. Ye Chen didn't dare to attempt it—another immortal treasure he could look at but not use.
He then took out the Chaos Immortal Egg, but it still could not hatch. He didn't know what kind of creature it was, but it should not be inferior to Chaos Supreme Holy Spirits like the Golden Crow or the Immortal Phoenix.
He also studied the Emperor's Curse; it was sealed and still could not be broken.
Afterward, he took out the other immortal treasures. Each one was enough to make countless people covetous and jealous, willing to do anything to seize them, but none were usable for the current Ye Chen.
Finally, he touched the Moon Mark between his eyebrows, which had followed him through his past and present lives and was also the main source that awakened him from confusion in the Heavenly Tribulation World. Yet, to this day, he still didn't know what the Moon Mark between his eyebrows truly was, nor could he study it, because it was undetectable—unable to be probed by divine sense, yet visible to the naked eye.
He always had a peculiar feeling that the Moon Mark seemed to be something that ran through his entire life.
Time flew by swiftly; the ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Ye Chen emerged from the spatial passageway, arriving at the Forty-Ninth Gate.