"Little Moon, have you gone mad? Wake up!"
Seeing Ye Chen actually charging towards the space between the Nine Demon Peaks, the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor urgently called out to him.
Ye Chen spoke: "No need to worry. I am lucid."
"Lucid and you still dare to charge over? Do you really want to court death!" The Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor was dumbfounded, completely unable to comprehend Ye Chen's actions.
Ye Chen shook his head, his gaze distant and profound as he looked towards the Nine Demon Peaks. "Do not worry. I have my own purpose."
He strode forward, appearing composed and steady. The golden blood energy within his entire body began to boil, steaming and overflowing with golden radiance. Dao patterns formed in swathes, rumbling like a tsunami as they continuously resisted the malevolent power.
A distance of ten thousand li was truly nothing for a supreme figure like Ye Chen, even in the Myriad Domains heaven and earth.
In just a few moments, Ye Chen had traversed the ten-thousand-li firmament, appearing directly among the Nine Demon Peaks and drawing ever closer.
At this moment, a vast, sky-blotting demonic energy spread out, inundating the heavens and earth, seeking to devour the vitality within Ye Chen's body like an invisible, heaven-swallowing behemoth, filled with an abnormal malevolence.
The Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor was filled with caution, tightly gripping a strand of Ye Chen's hair. This place was exceedingly sinister, but as a variant True Dragon, the dragon blood within its body spontaneously boiled, and a faint dragon's roar seemed to sound, resisting the invasion of the malevolence and the loss of vitality.
Ye Chen was naturally even more extraordinary. The golden blood energy within his body wantonly boiled, rumbling and trembling, shaking the heavens as it resisted the malevolent demonic energy. He advanced with great strides, utterly fearless.
Finally, he completely set foot upon one of the towering, insurmountable Demon Peaks.
Roar—
In a daze, it seemed as if an earth-shattering roar erupted, shaking the six directions and eight wildernesses, spreading through the nine heavens and ten earths, incomparably terrifying.
Even Ye Chen's blood energy trembled. It seemed as if a supreme, great malevolent existence was roaring within, shaking heaven and earth, shattering the firmament. Mountains and valleys shook violently, nearly causing one's Primordial Spirit to crack.
It was too terrifying. This place was far too sinister. It was no accident it had become a forbidden zone of life, being the place where an alien race Demon Sovereign had fallen.
Even Ye Chen's expression grew many times more grave. A majestic, seven-colored radiance blazed within his glabella. Faith power, deep as an abyss and vast as the sea, inundated his Primordial Spirit, continuously strengthening it.
That black figure had long since vanished into the deepest part of the Nine Demon Peaks, its figure gone.
Demonic energy billowed, drowning the firmament, constantly churning within heaven and earth. Even the boundless dark clouds overhead were formed from demonic energy, filled with malevolence.
The power here to strip away vitality was many times stronger. Even though Ye Chen continuously circulated the saintly blood within his body, keeping the golden blood energy boiling, he still felt his vitality slowly draining away.
Although not fast, it was still astonishing enough.
Legend had it that the alien race Demon Sovereign of the Primordial Times had fallen within one of the Nine Demon Peaks. It was even said the Nine Demon Peaks themselves were like the demonic body of that Demon Sovereign transformed. Though an exaggeration, it was close to the truth; otherwise, it would not be so bizarre.
Ye Chen had long since mobilized the World power of the Ancient Blue World for defense, enveloping himself. Moreover, the Tenfold Divine Haloes possessed extraordinary, wondrous uses, effectively blocking the loss of vitality within his body, making him appear like a Primordial deity descending to the mortal world, full of majesty.
He strode forward, directly entering the space between the Nine Demon Peaks.
Boundless power boiled, resisting the demonic energy. His brilliant gaze pierced towards the deepest part of the Nine Demon Peaks, cutting through layers of falsehood.
However, the demonic energy was as black as ink. Even someone as powerful as him found it difficult to see through. But upon entering the Nine Demon Peaks, Ye Chen's Dao body discovered the ground littered with corpses—a field of the dead. There were humans and other races: giants, demonic flood dragons, tigers, and other living beings.
Some were very powerful, evident from their skeletons that stretched for several li, indicating they were at least Saint Realm existences. The weakest were at least Semi-Gods.
Yet, only skeletons remained of each, devoid of flesh, blood, or vitality.
Moreover, the bones were pale and brittle, the divine nature within completely drained, fragile to the extreme.
With just a light tap of his finger, a skeleton as massive as a mountain peak crumbled with a boom, scattering into bone dust that filled the sky.
This place was like a graveyard of white bones, who knew how many living beings were buried here. He even saw skeletons stretching for dozens, even hundreds of li, unimaginably large, inspiring awe.
Ye Chen's expression grew slightly more focused. He advanced slowly, cautiously observing his surroundings at all times.
The valley between the Nine Demon Peaks was exceptionally vast and open. Demonic energy coiled and swirled, forcing Ye Chen to proceed at a measured pace. The closer he drew to the depths, the more he felt the blood energy within his body boiling, rumbling with deafening noise.
Clearly, this was because of the Battle Great Power within the depths, which was now fully awakening.
Silently, several figures appeared—several individuals, each dressed in ancient attire, as if they had stepped out from the ancient era.
They stood upon a high point overlooking the valley, gazing down at Ye Chen and the Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor from above. They seemed very still, yet both man and dragon felt a certain pressure.
The Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor exclaimed in shock, "What in the world are these?"
Ye Chen shook his head, his expression remaining grave, never truly relaxing. He only said, "Be careful. There's something strange here. Do not be careless."
Those figures only watched the man and dragon from afar, never truly moving.
A gust of Yin wind blew past, dispersing swathes of black mist and revealing their faces. Their complexions were deathly pale, lifeless, with white, vacant eyes. They did not resemble living people, but rather several corpses.
"By the dragon's mother! We're seeing ghosts!" The Corpse Devouring Insect Emperor felt a chill in its heart, shocked by the sight.
Brilliant golden radiance flowed over Ye Chen's body, his aura majestic and unafraid. He continued striding forward, ignoring them.
Although pitch-black demonic energy churned within the valley, as he ventured deeper, the terrain became clearer. It was a vast, lifeless valley dotted with small hills, none taller than a hundred meters.
Yet, Ye Chen sensed the malevolent aura of these hills. Whenever he approached, the rate of his vitality loss accelerated.
Finally, Ye Chen drew ever closer to the depths. At this moment, his pupils constricted.
For within the churning black mist of the deepest part, he saw a graceful figure—skin like ice, bones like jade, with the spirit of autumn waters and bones of crystal jade, a goddess whose beauty could topple nations.
This person was none other than—Tai Chu Nu Sheng Zhu!