This period of seclusion lasted a full three months.
During these three months, Ye Chen remained at Wang Ming's meditation site. This place had once been used by an ancient Heavenly King Invincible for meditation, leaving behind his insights into the Great Dao and inscribed with extraordinary Dao traces that could be used for contemplation.
Moreover, there was a Dao platform left by the Heavenly King, which could be used for enlightenment with exceptional effects. Wang Ming had always meditated there.
The stone door of the meditation site soon closed. Ye Chen sat cross-legged on the Dao platform and began to enter a deep state of seclusion.
This time, Ye Chen needed to make a breakthrough and become even stronger.
Previously, during his battle with the Demi-Saint Seventeenth Elder of the Scarlet God Valley, he had relied on the combined power of various supreme divine techniques such as the Battle God Seal, Human King Seal, and Great Dao Treasure Vessel Seal to unleash an invincible might surpassing the True King level. That was why he had survived a battle against a Demi-Saint.
This time, he hoped to completely stand within that domain, become truly invincible within himself, and become one of the strongest among the current younger generation.
Recalling the various insights from that time, Ye Chen continuously contemplated that state of mind, his entire being sinking into a mysterious and subtle realm.
During this period, based on his understanding of body refinement from his previous life, he also studied the various extraordinary aspects of Wang Ming's Primordial Battle Body. At the same time, he recalled the powerful physiques of other Immortal True Kings he had battled in his previous life. Countless memories and thoughts continuously echoed in his mind.
He began to refine his treasure body anew. The blood energy within his body rumbled and roared, surging and boiling like a flood through his limbs and bones, producing an earth-shattering sound. The surrounding void trembled incessantly, and the heavens and earth shook.
The ancient Heavenly King's Dao platform flowed with light, Dao marks overflowing and continuously intertwining, completely enveloping Ye Chen.
In the mountains, time has no measure; it flows like water. In the blink of an eye, three months passed.
On this day, Ye Chen emerged from seclusion. His black hair was thick and fell to his shoulders, his eyes bright as stars. His entire being carried a natural and extraordinary Dao Rhyme, as if a deity had descended to the mortal world, supremely transcendent and aloof. Yet, his cultivation remained at the peak of the Demigod ninth heaven realm.
In a single step, he arrived at the grand ancient hall. Wang Ming was already seated on the throne above. Seeing him, Wang Ming strode down, followed by his disciple Wang Shan, who respectfully bowed to Ye Chen: "Wang Shan pays his respects to Martial Uncle."
Ye Chen smiled faintly and nodded to him, his bearing extraordinary and imposing. Wang Shan, however, felt a shock because he sensed that the current Ye Chen was even more different than three months ago, as if he had undergone an even more mysterious and subtle transformation.
Clearly, he was still only at the Demigod ninth heaven realm, yet it gave Wang Shan an eerie feeling, a sense of awe.
Wang Ming wore a smile and said, "It seems you have gained something during these three months."
"Not bad, I've gained some things," Ye Chen nodded, clenched his fist, and lightly punched out. With a *bang*, the entire ancient hall trembled, and the void itself shuddered.
Wang Shan's heart palpitated. At that moment, he distinctly heard the sound of blood boiling like a roaring flood within his Martial Uncle's body. The entire void and sky seemed to tremble, as if a supreme holy spirit lay dormant within. Usually dormant, but once unleashed, it could shatter heaven and earth.
What kind of metamorphosis had Martial Uncle undergone during these three months? Why had he become so terrifying?
Wang Ming laughed. This was the real Ye Chen.
Ye Chen looked back towards another deep meditation site—that was Ya Ya's.
Ya Ya was still in seclusion. Ye Chen had once entered Ya Ya's seclusion site to personally check her current state. There, the Dao marks of time and space intertwined, transforming into strands of Order Divine Chains that crisscrossed and weaved. The laws of space-time rippled, making it impossible to approach.
Old Yan had also come out to investigate and learned that Ya Ya seemed to be undergoing a mysterious transformation and should not be disturbed.
"Ready to depart?" Wang Ming asked with a smile.
"Yes, it's about time," Ye Chen nodded, then looked back at Ya Ya's meditation site. "Ya Ya is still in seclusion. She needs your careful care."
"As her uncle, I will naturally take care of Ya Ya's safety," Wang Ming laughed heartily, his eyes filled with doting affection. She was a very lovely girl, beloved by all.
He then turned and instructed Wang Shan: "Wang Shan, you will follow by your Martial Uncle's side. When you reach the Domain War battlefield, protect your Martial Uncle's personal safety well. Do not let any enemies above the Divine Transformation seventh heaven harm a single hair on your Martial Uncle. Understood?"
"Disciple understands," Wang Shan hurriedly replied.
Ye Chen stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and smiled gently: "Little Shan, I'll be troubling you."
"Nephew wouldn't dare," Wang Shan said hastily. He felt an increasing sense of reverence and admiration for this gentle yet powerful Martial Uncle.
This was a legendary figure. Since childhood, he had heard his master, senior sister, and even other martial uncles and aunts speak of his deeds. Now, being able to follow by his side felt like an honor.
He might even be able to ask his Martial Uncle for guidance on his cultivation along the way.
Although the other had been reborn, the experience from his previous life remained. Even his own master admitted he could not compare.
*Rumble—*
A massive divine ship descended from the sky. It was specially prepared by Wang Ming and was a Saint weapon-level treasure ship. Moreover, he had personally inscribed Saint Lord-level Dao patterns on it. Even if a Saint Treasury Realm supreme expert attacked, it could withstand the assault. The Saint Lord-level Dao patterns could even attack and defend.
Not long after, a pitch-black torrent appeared in the distant sky, arriving like lightning from afar. The sky above Black Sky City trembled. Countless cultivators looked up at the sky in shock, for it was none other than the invincible army under the command of the Fourth Great Bandit, Wang Ming—the Primordial War Cavalry!
This was a cavalry unit composed purely of Primordial warriors. Each Primordial warrior was a master of body refinement, paired with fearsome primordial beasts. A battle aura that shook heaven and earth soared into the sky, sweeping through the vast heavens, causing the very world to tremble.
The Primordial War Cavalry numbered only three hundred, fewer than the Fifth Great Bandit's five hundred Demonic God Cavalry. But in terms of true strength, they were only stronger, not weaker. United, the three hundred could rival a Saint Lord-level existence. The three commanders of the hundred-man squads were all peak Divine Transformation Realm super experts, unparalleled in power, just one step away from entering the Demi-Saint ranks, placing them above the ordinary.
Everyone in Black Sky City changed expressions. They never expected the Primordial War Cavalry to appear. What did the Fourth Great Bandit Wang Ming intend? Did he want to start a war?
Wang Ming patted Ye Chen's shoulder and said solemnly, "This is my Primordial War Cavalry. They will follow you into battle."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed!