Zhao Wudao's expression changed drastically. Merely standing there, this female Saint Lord exerted a pressure so vast and terrifying that it seemed to suppress the heavens and subdue all laws.
If not for the Imperial Uncle by his side, facing this female Saint Lord directly under such pressure, he feared his very bones and tendons would have shattered.
The Tai Chu Saint Lord gave a faint nod to the Zhao Kingdom's Imperial Prince. As for Zhao Wudao, her gaze swept over him indifferently, not sparing him a second glance.
For she, in a way, belonged to the younger generation as well, being at most sixty years older than Zhao Wudao. Yet, within the same generation, whether in cultivation or authority, she far surpassed Zhao Wudao. Such a seemingly dazzling False King figure was simply not worthy of her attention.
This made Zhao Wudao feel stifled, but more than that, a sense of helplessness. For her status was even higher than that of his father, the Zhao Kingdom's Imperial Lord. She was the Saint Lord of a supreme Sacred Land, a True Queen, possessing the qualification to contend for the position of Human Sovereign.
Without a Saint Lord-level figure to shield him, Zhao Tianyi felt so suppressed he nearly vomited blood. But Ye Chen placed a large hand on his shoulder, alleviating the pressure on him, which filled Zhao Tianyi with more gratitude than shock.
"Zhao Tianyi pays his respects to the Saint Lord." Zhao Tianyi performed a respectful bow, not daring to be negligent.
The Tai Chu Saint Lord merely gave a faint nod, her peerlessly beautiful face cold and frosty, showing no warmth. Then, her cool gaze fell upon Ye Chen, instantly feeling like an Ancient Divine Mountain pressing down on him, subjecting him to immense suppression.
Boom—
Under this immense pressure, the blood energy within Ye Chen's body spontaneously surged and boiled like a roaring flood, deafening to the ears. For the first time before the world, he revealed his unparalleled treasure body, radiant with surging brilliance, resisting the pressure brought by the Tai Chu Saint Lord.
This startled even Saint Lord-level figures, for such vigorous blood energy was astonishing, even surpassing that of a False King powerhouse.
Ignoring the others, Ye Chen once again met the female Saint Lord's gaze. Though he bore tremendous pressure, his very bones and tendons crackling, his gaze at this moment turned gentle, filled more with complexity and a soft sigh.
He never expected to encounter her here—
Zhao Jingruo!
A beloved from his past life, a longing in this life, so close yet separated as if by the ends of the earth.
For she clearly did not yet know his true identity was that deceased "Qian Yue." Yaya had been in seclusion all along, with no time to tell her, and Wang Ming hadn't informed her either, likely wanting him to reveal it himself.
But how could he bring himself to speak? He was never one skilled at expressing emotions.
The Tai Chu Saint Lord's heart trembled slightly. For some reason, looking at this youth—his delicate yet unfamiliar face—she always felt a sense of déjà vu, as if it originated from the deepest part of her soul.
Boom—
In an instant, the pressure emanating from the Tai Chu Saint Lord intensified manyfold, like a supreme empress awakening, overlooking the heavens. The entire sky seemed to tremble under her pressure, the void shaking violently.
Even the Heavenly God Palace was affected, trembling. Many esteemed figures inside were startled and emerged, discovering the Tai Chu Female Saint Lord. Beyond surprise, they were more shocked.
What was happening? The Tai Chu Female Saint Lord seemed unusually agitated. Her terrifying Dao pressure made even Saint Lords feel alarmed.
At this moment, the Tai Chu Female Saint Lord's gaze seemed capable of piercing through Ye Chen's body, peering directly into his heart. But Ye Chen averted his gaze this time and was struck by immense pressure, as if hit by lightning. He coughed up blood at the corner of his mouth, a stark and pitiful sight.
Even his powerful treasure body could not withstand her vast pressure. He felt uncomfortable, his flesh on the verge of splitting, his bones groaning in protest, as if a thousand divine peaks pressed upon his shoulders, nearly causing his entire body to burst apart.
Yet he also felt joy, for she had already reached this step, stronger than Wang Ming, not inferior to War King and others, at least standing at the pinnacle of the Saint Vault realm.
While horrified, Zhao Wudao also felt secret delight. This Tai Chu Female Saint Lord seemed at odds with Ye Chen, suppressing him like this, which pleased him.
But the next moment, everything changed. All pressure vanished, and a gentle light fell upon Ye Chen, instantly healing the injuries within his body—it was clearly the profound meaning of the Divine King Rebirth Art.
Then, the Tai Chu Female Saint Lord's red lips parted slightly as she spoke for the first time, her voice like heavenly music, captivating and enchanting: "You must be that Ye Chen who helped Yaya. Wang Ming once mentioned you to me. Truly outstanding and extraordinary, very good. Your treasure body is impressive. If there is an opportunity in the future, you may come to the Tai Chu Sacred Land. We will receive you well, representing Yaya in thanking you for your assistance."
Everyone was astonished. The Tai Chu Female Saint Lord had always been so aloof, overlooking the heavens, invincible in the world, showing no warmth even to other Saint Lords. Yet now, she had actually invited a young junior into her Sacred Land. This was certainly extraordinary, making many wonder just who this youth named Ye Chen was.
Even Zhao Wudao's expression changed. He had originally wanted to teach Ye Chen a good lesson, but now that the Tai Chu Female Saint Lord had spoken, who would dare make a move? It would be tantamount to opposing the Tai Chu Sacred Land and its forceful, domineering Saint Lord.
Even his father, the Zhao Kingdom's Imperial Lord, would not dare do such a thing.
Many felt envy. An invitation from the master of a supreme Sacred Land was something anyone would deeply covet.
Only Ye Chen let out a soft sigh. Seeing his clearly intimate beloved wife right before his eyes, yet separated by a chasm, unable to reveal the truth—this was the greatest pain.
The greatest pain in the world is not life and death, but a once deeply intimate couple meeting again, yet unable to acknowledge each other.
Ye Chen took a deep breath, forcibly restraining the intense impulse within his heart, and nodded with a bitter smile: "Since the Saint Lord has spoken, this junior will certainly obey."
The Tai Chu Female Saint Lord's peerless, transcendent beauty returned to its initial indifference as she nodded. Only her gaze toward him softened slightly. Beneath her lotus feet, a seven-colored grand path manifested, extending into the Heavenly God Palace. Divine lotuses bloomed one after another in the void, scattering light rain, an extraordinarily magnificent sight.
In a daze, Ye Chen seemed to hear a faint, sorrowful sigh: "A pity it's not him. Somewhat similar, but could he really have already..."
Ye Chen's heart trembled violently, feeling an impulse to shed tears.
"Let's go."
After a soft sigh, he led Zhao Tianyi toward the entrance of the Heavenly God Palace. Zhao Wudao had long been led through by the Imperial Uncle. Seeing Ye Chen now, though wary of the Tai Chu Female Saint Lord and not daring to act, he sneered coldly: "Without an invitation, you dare enter the Heavenly God Palace? Ridiculous. Better roll back where you came from."
"Idiot." Ye Chen glanced at him indifferently. Just as Zhao Wudao was about to rebuke him, the next moment, seeing the violet-gold invitation that suddenly appeared in Ye Chen's hand, his eyes widened in utter shock. How was this possible?