Boom! Boom! Boom!
Within the Primordial Sanctuary, tremors shook the land time and again. The Primordial Immortal Stele resonated continuously, one after another ancient and mysterious Primordial Immortal Script glowing brilliantly, emanating the profound truths of the Primordial. Special principles and laws manifested, as if capable of interpreting all the mysteries of the creation of heaven and earth—this was the Primordial.
Ye Chen, Ruoxi, and Yaya were all seated cross-legged, comprehending the Primordial truths.
Ruoxi lived up to her name as the Xi Immortal Maiden. Though she rarely acted, her talent was extraordinary, containing an immortal root within. Her entire being was like a celestial immortal, serene and transcendent from the mundane world. As she comprehended the immortal script, the space between her eyebrows shimmered with auspicious, radiant light, flowing and glowing, drawing much attention.
Yaya was even more remarkable. What kind of living being was she? The World Tree, one of the greatest living beings in the world, a Supreme Holy Spirit that, when grown to its limit, could contend with Mythical Emperors and Sovereigns. Of course, the current Yaya had not yet reached that stage.
However, the World Tree was born to give rise to great worlds, so naturally it had a special understanding of the Primordial creation of heaven and earth. She too was immersed in a mysterious Dao Realm, the truths of the Primordial, all its myriad aspects, clearly understood within her heart.
Behind her, a small tree the height of an adult swayed and shimmered, its leaves lush and emerald like jadeite, flowing with a special Dao charm. This was Yaya's true form, the World Tree. It too resonated with the Primordial Immortal Stele, also comprehending Ye Chen's fist swings, which carried visions of the creation of heaven and earth.
Seeing this, even Ancestor Taichu, an ancient great power silently observing from behind, couldn't help but marvel.
Truly worthy of being the World Tree, extraordinary indeed. She had even begun to grasp the truths of the Primordial. This was Yaya's innate talent, almost surpassing all races, leaving others with nothing but envy and jealousy.
As for Ye Chen, he sat before the Primordial Immortal Stele, his gaze profound as if containing the cosmos and starry skies. He swung his fist time and again, persevering unwaveringly.
It was clearly just a very ordinary fist, but with each swing, terrifying scenes of the creation of heaven and earth and the birth of all things manifested. All of it was contained within the divine fist, booming and shaking, resonating with the Primordial Immortal Stele again and again.
Moreover, his Battle Saint Body operated automatically in a state of selflessness. His entire body was transparent and flawless, golden blood energy flowing within, shining with brilliant golden light, yet not boiling or surging. It gave off a gentle feeling, like the pleasant sunlight of spring.
Countless pores on his body's surface opened on their own, vast amounts of heaven and earth spiritual energy rushing in from the outside, washing over his golden body, making his blood energy increasingly pure and flawless.
Within his Mud Palace, his Primordial Spirit was flawless, shining with seven-colored divine radiance, auspicious light streaming down, draping the entire Mud Palace.
Faintly, a human-shaped Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged, merging and shining together with the seven-colored brilliance, incredibly divine and wondrous.
This was a mysterious Dao Realm, one that ordinary cultivators might struggle to enter even once in their lifetime. Once entered, comprehension of the Dao could accelerate by hundreds or thousands of times, extremely miraculous, but it was a matter of chance, not something one could seek.
At this moment, Ye Chen was immersed in this Dao Realm.
While performing the Heaven-Creating Earth-Forging Fist, his eyes seemed to contain a great universe—all the heavenly stars, all the heavenly Daos, all the heavenly realms, all the heavenly domains. Everything was reflected within his gaze. Dao and laws surged violently, as if all the truths of the Primordial Immortal Stele were about to be forcibly devoured by Ye Chen—truly extraordinary.
Moreover, as time passed, the Heaven-Creating Earth-Forging Fist underwent new changes once more.
With each fist swing, the blood energy throughout his body would boil, rumbling like a roaring tidal wave rolling in, pouring into the divine fist. As it was unleashed, its power was sublimated to the extreme, elevated once again.
He wanted to combine this fist with the blood energy of his own Saint Body, containing the invincible martial will of the Battle Saint lineage, imbuing it with dominance and majesty, to become the Supreme Saint Fist of this lineage.
Fortunately, each fist did not fully erupt; otherwise, this Primordial Sanctuary would have long ceased to exist.
Swinging the fist time and again, comprehending time and again, perfecting time and again, sublimating time and again...
Cycling repeatedly, persevering unwaveringly—this was the portrayal of Ye Chen before them.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Ye Chen had been comprehending the Dao before the Primordial Immortal Stele for a full month. The Heaven-Creating Earth-Forging Fist had been perfected considerably, but it was not yet completely finished.
Ye Chen withdrew from the Dao Realm and ceased all comprehension. His aura returned to normal.
Although being before the Primordial Immortal Stele played an important role in perfecting the Heaven-Creating Earth-Forging Fist, the road to completely finishing it was still long and arduous.
Moreover, the truths and Dao principles contained within the Primordial Immortal Stele were vast and profound. Even with his high realm of Dao comprehension, it was impossible for him to fully comprehend them completely.
What could be comprehended, he had already grasped about seventy or eighty percent. Beyond that was not something he could comprehend at his current level, because his cultivation realm had not yet reached that height.
In summary, he could not completely comprehend all the Primordial truths contained within the Primordial Immortal Stele. They were too mysterious and profound, containing the true secrets of the creation of heaven and earth. Even Ancestor Taichu wouldn't dare claim to have comprehended them fully, let alone Ye Chen.
Otherwise, how could it be the source that founded such a vast and supreme sacred land?
But at least over this past month, it had been of great help to him. Not only had he perfected the Heaven-Creating Earth-Forging Fist, but the divine power within his body had also grown much stronger. His eyes appeared even more profound, his Dao attainments increasingly unfathomable. Even without actively releasing his divine might, an intimidating aura would unconsciously emanate from him, enough to make Saints tremble in fear.
He looked at the Primordial Female Saint Lord, whose space between the eyebrows had dimmed, knowing that her Primordial Spirit had withdrawn, returning to her reincarnated body. He stepped forward, gently embraced her, and lightly kissed the Goddess's smooth, jade-like forehead.
Suddenly, a ball of light shot out from between the Primordial Female Saint Lord's eyebrows and entered Ye Chen's. A scene abruptly appeared before his eyes—it was the beautiful silhouette of a peerless, enchanting figure.
Her bright eyes held a faint smile, her expression charming and captivating, accompanied by an innately seductive voice: "My dear little brother, you've finally awakened. To leave a stunning, breathtaking beauty like me here and not even take advantage, instead comprehending the Dao all alone—you really are a sufficiently detestable little man. I'm starting to wonder if you're even a man at all, hehehe..."
Ye Chen smiled wryly. This Goddess was truly a living, breathing enchantress, daring to say anything.
The Goddess suddenly chuckled lightly: "Remember when I told you before that I had already gotten married and had children in my reincarnation?"
Ye Chen was startled. Wasn't that a joke?
"Why do I see a look of panic on your face, little brother? Come, take a look at the scoundrel I found after my reincarnation." The Goddess giggled delightedly, her laughter making her tremble like a flower branch. Beside her appeared an incredibly handsome young master, equal in height to the Goddess, dressed in brocade robes and a jade crown.
The young master's face was like congealed cream, his eyes like autumn water, bright-eyed with pearly white teeth—even more beautiful than most women, as if possessing a spiritual essence. The Goddess wrapped her arms, which could shame frost and surpass snow, around the young master's slender, supple waist and said with a seductive smile, "My dear little brother, my husband's looks aren't bad, are they? Skin like ice, bones like jade—much better than an unromantic fellow like you. At least he's a stunning, breathtakingly handsome man."
Ye Chen stared blankly at the so-called young master beside the Goddess, his expression stunned and speechless. This beautiful young master was not only a peerless beauty, not inferior to the Goddess in the slightest, but wasn't this... Yi Wu?