On the way to the Emperor's Hall, Ye Chen learned about Gu Jiuhua's injuries. Such wounds were quite troublesome even for an ordinary Divine King, having been inflicted by a Four Tribulation Divine King of the alien race. Only a supreme powerhouse at the Five Tribulation Divine King level or above could resolve them, and even then, flaws in the Dao Foundation would remain.
Generally speaking, an eighth-tier high-grade elixir would be better, as it could not only resolve the injuries but also basically eliminate many hidden dangers.
However, eighth-tier high-grade elixirs were incredibly precious, even rarer than Divine Kings.
Fortunately, Ye Chen was not only a Five Tribulation Chaos Divine King but also a master alchemist, possessing both capabilities.
Moreover, with Ye Chen's sharp insight, he had an extremely comprehensive understanding of the injuries within Gu Jiuhua's body. Even without an eighth-tier high-grade elixir, he could fully resolve them, making the hidden dangers disappear.
He directly used his Chaos Blood Qi to invigorate Gu Jiuhua's blood and cleanse his meridians, resolving all Dao injuries.
Chaos Saint Blood was the blood of myriad Daos, and within Ye Chen's body was the Life Emperor Son's true form—the Tree of Life—which continuously emitted rich Life Light, replenishing the lifespan Gu Jiuhua had lost. His graying temples gradually turned black again, restoring his appearance from years past.
This delighted Gu Qingyang and Gu Qingshan, who immediately thanked Ye Chen.
Even so, Ye Chen still felt somewhat guilty towards the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan. Over the past hundred years, to aid the human race, the Crimson Scale Demon Dragons had confronted the alien race and had consequently been targeted by them. If not for the shelter of a Dragon Tomb world they could enter, they likely would have been wiped out.
Nevertheless, the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan had suffered heavy casualties, with several Great Ability Elders perishing, and Gu Jiuhua himself had sustained such terrible injuries, nearly dying.
Such a clan was truly the human race's most loyal ally.
"Gu Jiuhua, from now on, the Crimson Scale Demon Dragons are the human race's most steadfast allies. If any difficulties arise in the future, you may come to the human race to request aid. We will certainly do everything to help," Ye Chen solemnly promised.
Without a doubt, Ye Chen did not make promises lightly, but those he did make would inevitably be fulfilled.
The Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan would also receive immeasurable benefits from this matter.
Ye Chen then looked at Gu Qingyang and Gu Qingshan. "Qingyang, Qingshan, you are both Heaven's Pride talents with outstanding aptitude within the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan. But in truth, only pure-blooded True Dragons represent the pinnacle of the dragon race. I will introduce you to someone, or more accurately, a pure-blooded True Dragon. Whether you can catch his eye will depend on your own fortune."
Hearing this, Gu Qingyang and Gu Qingshan revealed boundless joy.
Within the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan, only the ancient Crimson Blood Dragon Emperor had managed to transcend and become a pure-blooded True Dragon through his own power; none others had reached this step.
To be taken under the wing of a pure-blooded True Dragon powerhouse would be an unparalleled opportunity, potentially allowing them to refine their blood to pure dragon blood, reverting to their ancestral roots like the Crimson Blood Dragon Emperor and becoming supreme existences.
Soon, a handsome yet sinisterly charming young man appeared. He wore purple-gold robes and a divine crown, his bearing heroic and dashing, yet no matter how one looked, he seemed to carry a peculiar hint of lewdness.
This person was none other than the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor in human form.
He had been summoned by Ye Chen's voice transmission.
"Little Moon," the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor walked over.
"These are Gu Qingyang and Gu Qingshan, Heaven's Pride talents of the Crimson Scale Demon Dragon Clan, possessing excellent aptitude. They belong to the dragon race," Ye Chen introduced to the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor, then turned to Gu Qingyang and the others. "This is my friend, the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor. As the name suggests, he is a mutated True Dragon, also a pure-blooded True Dragon."
He gave only a relatively simple introduction, leaving the rest to the two parties.
Whether the Gu brothers could catch the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor's eye depended on their own fortune; he would not intervene too much.
The human race's grand feast was quite lively, especially within the Emperor's Hall, which hosted the most peak figures of the entire Ten Heavens Ancient Domain. It was also a rare, supreme-level feast for the paramount powerhouses of the All Heavens, an event seldom seen throughout the ages.
Amidst the fine wine of the feast, the powerhouses of the All Heavens did not deliberately dispel the alcohol's effects. Gradually, the visiting forces from across the All Heavens became much more harmonious, no longer as reserved as at the beginning. Their conversations were filled with many more smiles.
Finally, an Ancient Monarch, not dispelling the wine's influence and emboldened by it, couldn't help but ask: "Supreme One, now that the human race presides over the Ten Heavens Ancient Domain, should our various Emperor Clans and Immortal Clans also return to our respective ancient universes? Does this 'Supreme' Immortal Fate have no connection to our Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants?"
The other powerhouses were startled, but all secretly watched this development with tension.
The human race now presided over the Ten Heavens Ancient Domain. If they wished to contend for the "Supreme" Immortal Fate, the other Emperor Clans and Immortal Clans would not dare compete in the slightest, nor dare offend a true Supreme One.
Even though they had true Emperors, Supreme Immortals, or even the strongest Emperors and Immortal Kings behind them, none were within the Ten Heavens Ancient Domain, nor could they enter. Distant water cannot quench a nearby fire.
On the Emperor's throne, the Formless Monarch revealed a faint smile. "Everyone need not worry excessively. Contending for the 'Supreme' Immortal Fate is a matter for the younger generation. I will not intervene, as long as the older generation of other forces does not intervene either."
Hearing this, the Emperor Clans, Immortal Clans, and others of the All Heavens were overjoyed. If the Formless Monarch promised the older generation would not intervene, at least the Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants still had some hope.
However, when their gazes swept over Ye Chen, Yu Qing, and the other younger generation of the human race, their hearts sank again.
Not to mention the other several peerless Divine King Heaven's Pride talents of the human race, even the Battle Saint King had already fully matured, becoming a Five Tribulation Divine King of immense power.
In terms of cultivation alone, in the vast world, how many among the younger generation could contend with him? Only the handful of individuals from the former Heavenly Rankings who had become peerless Divine Kings.
But the human race's momentum was truly formidable, both among the older and younger generations. It wasn't just the Battle Saint King; there were also Yu Qing, Yuan Yang Divine King, Zhao Chen, and the later-rising Human Emperor Son, all nearly becoming peerless Divine Kings.
The Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants of the All Heavens faced immense pressure from the human race's younger generation.
Nevertheless, as long as the Formless Monarch promised not to intervene, there was genuine hope for contention.
The Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants of the All Heavens revealed faint smiles, relaxing with each other. They began toasting and drinking merrily, their relationships becoming somewhat more harmonious.
Although they were competitors, they ultimately regarded each other as the same kind of supreme Heaven's Pride, the strongest talents of their respective eras, possessing unparalleled status and backgrounds. Only in this era could they gather together, fostering a sense of mutual appreciation.
Only at such a feast could so many Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants gather.
Today, they all set aside past grievances with rare ease, acting like friends, toasting and chatting, laughing and talking about various amusing incidents and experiences encountered on their cultivation paths. When exciting parts were mentioned, they laughed heartily. The scene was very harmonious, a sight difficult to imagine in the past.
Some Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants even became bosom friends after conversing over wine, regretting not having met earlier.
Even Ye Chen actively walked over to converse with some Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants. In this demeanor, he lacked his usual cold, absolute dominance, instead resembling a sunny, cheerful boy next door, allowing others to see another side of the Battle Saint King.
"Battle Saint King, there have never been many people I admire, only a handful, but you count as one," an Emperor Son said drunkenly, his mind somewhat unclear, not deliberately dispelling the wine's effects as he was relaxing for once. He looked at Ye Chen and said, "To be honest, you are not a Supreme One's descendant. I heard you're from a distant, thin-blooded branch of the Ye Emperor Clan. Yet, I never imagined you could become a Battle Saint Body with a mortal physique, later complete the Great Dao to become the strongest young Supreme One, and even become a Chaos young Supreme One, reaching the cultivation of a peerless Divine King."
A Five Tribulation Chaos Divine King, who had defeated Dao Youque—the Heaven Emperor's personal disciple and a fellow peerless Divine King Heaven's Pride—suppressed Mo Shitian, and had long since slain more than ten Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants. Such glorious achievements were not only unparalleled among the current younger generation but likely few throughout history could compare.
Undoubtedly, such a Battle Saint King, if he were a Supreme One's descendant, would be one thing. But he had risen step by step from an ordinary mortal physique to achieve his current glorious accomplishments, truly astonishing.
Even the current Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants, knowing the Battle Saint King's origins, could not help but admire him.
To become a strongest young Supreme One capable of contending and shining alongside them was an immensely remarkable feat. Moreover, to reach this step, surpassing the vast majority of Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants, suppressing the masses of Heaven's Pride talents, defeating Dao Youque, and suppressing Mo Shitian—such achievements made them feel a sense of awe.
Ye Chen remained silent for a long time before finally smiling without uttering a single word.
But anyone could see that behind that smile, the Battle Saint King, perhaps riding alone ahead of his generation, had paid hardships countless times greater than those of these Emperor Sons, Daughters, and Immortal Dao Descendants.
They could rely on their supreme Emperor bloodlines to ride ahead, but how incredibly difficult had it been for the Battle Saint King to reach this step?
The hardships he endured were beyond their imagination.
Clink—
They toasted each other, and many past grievances were resolved, at least for this moment. There were no enmities, only friends.
"Report! The Deputy Hall Master of the Ten Heavens Emperor Hall has arrived!"
Suddenly, a loud shout drew everyone's attention.
They saw a tall, slender figure appear at the great hall's entrance. It was a white-haired youth who appeared very young, seemingly in his early twenties, with a face like carved jade, exceptionally handsome. He wore a moon-white divine robe and walked in slowly, exuding no oppressive aura. He smiled before speaking, giving people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.
However, his eyes held a sense of vicissitude, along with profound majesty and aloofness. Even without releasing the slightest trace of oppressive aura, meeting his gaze could still shake one's heart.
This was a formidable figure.