Qian, a special name, belonging to a mysterious young man.
Human, of unknown origin, a young man as enigmatic as a riddle, yet his cultivation was also peerless and unmatched.
From Qian's few words, it could be learned that he had once been besieged by more than ten Divine Spirit-level Heavenly Kings and had personally slain a Heavenly King.
Naturally, whether all of this was true remained to be verified. The world speculated there was a high degree of exaggeration, that he was lying, that all of this was fundamentally impossible.
Because Heavenly Kings were divine figures of the Ancient Emperor Continent. Once they broke through, they were forcibly ascended to the Divine Realm by the supreme power of the rules. How could they remain long in the mortal world, let alone more than ten Heavenly Kings?
Moreover, no one believed Qian could survive a siege by ten Divine Spirit-level Heavenly Kings, nor did they believe he had the ability to slay a Heavenly King, for such figures were lofty and exalted, fundamentally unkillable.
All of this was impossible.
Yet it was undeniable that this Qian was extremely powerful. The beast race's supreme powerhouse, the Mountain Range Beast Venerable, had clashed head-on with him in terms of physical body strength—the Mountain Range Beast Venerable's greatest aspect—and had been defeated, utterly and miserably crushed.
Even his supreme weapon had been shattered by Qian with three punches.
The Imperial Son Wuming, peerless in the world, invincible under heaven, had been unable to do anything to Qian. Judging from their peak battle, their surface strength was evenly matched.
Tongxuan Wang, one of the human race's supreme powerhouses, among the strongest of the current era, had been banished by Qian and the Peacock King joining forces!
From all these various accounts, it could be known: Qian, invincible below the Heavenly King level, a young generation's supreme on par with Imperial Son-level figures, forceful and domineering, with a peerless physical battle body, fearless of everything, also the final controller of the Chaos Supreme Treasure.
Regardless of how much the world doubted the exaggeration in Qian's arrogant words about facing ten Heavenly Kings and surviving, or slaying a Heavenly King, and despite the anger and resentment his banishment of two supreme powerhouses had filled the human and beast races with, it was undeniable that Qian had already shaken the world with his fame and had forcefully awed the world.
The mysterious banishment of the two races' supreme powerhouses for three hundred years had caused an immense uproar. Both the human and beast races had supreme powerhouses issuing fierce threats, vowing they would absolutely not let the matter rest, that Qian must come out and give an explanation, and apologize.
Among the humans, there were even supreme powerhouses who issued vicious statements, saying Qian had better come to their door to apologize and retrieve Tongxuan Wang, otherwise they would pursue the matter to the end, and everything related to Qian would face censure.
Such as the Lan Kingdom. If Qian did not appear in the Central Imperial City of the human race's Domain within ten days, he would bear all consequences.
Moreover, according to intelligence the demon race had within the human race, although the Lan Kingdom had not been truly destroyed, it had already begun to receive a certain degree of censure.
There were even rumors that a supreme powerhouse had issued a decree, summoning the Lan Kingdom's Imperial Sovereign to the Imperial City to apologize for his crimes, otherwise, in the coming days, punishment would inevitably be meted out to the entire empire, and it was highly likely the entire empire would be erased.
Ye Chen smiled, but his smile was filled with killing intent. He almost set off immediately. He could not stand idly by, after all, this was Xia Miao'er's empire, and it was being implicated because of him.
But the Peacock King stopped him, saying, "There is no need to worry about anything. Even supreme powerhouses will not truly lightly move against the thirty-six empires. These thirty-six empires were all established by Heavenly Kings of past generations. They possess the Heavenly Kings' contingency plans and also have Heavenly King-level Great Dao Ancient Weapons. Even supreme powerhouses must be wary; how would they dare to truly annihilate the Lan Kingdom?"
Ye Chen nodded, feeling the Peacock King's words were reasonable. To move against an empire with a Heavenly King's heritage, even a supreme powerhouse would have to weigh the matter carefully.
"One day, you and I will personally enter the human race's Domain to awe them. For now, let's prioritize resolving the law restraints on you," said the Peacock King.
Boom—
The Peacock King waved his hands, and with a deafening roar, a deep spatial Black Hole appeared above the Summit of the Fallen, radiating with multicolored light. Using the means of a supreme powerhouse, he forcibly opened a spatial channel, no less effective than a spatial gate's teleportation, also demonstrating the Peacock King's profound mastery in the Dao of Void.
Bringing Xia Miao'er along, the three of them stepped into it, beginning their advance towards the direction of the demon Domain.
Within the spatial channel, the journey was filled with bizarre and shifting lights. The few of them traversed the void like lightning, astonishingly fast.
This journey was also a time for Ye Chen and the Peacock King, brothers reunited, to naturally care for each other.
"Peacock King, what exactly is your current cultivation level considered? Have you undergone Samsara? Or have you not?" Ye Chen asked.
Currently, he could not tell if the Peacock King had undergone Samsara. Because if the Peacock King had undergone Samsara and, in this life, cultivated to the level of a Samsara-level supreme powerhouse, such a cultivation speed would be alarmingly fast, excessively so.
It must be known that even True King Heaven's Prides like the Sun God and Yuan Yao Divine King had not yet reached that level. And to a certain extent, the Peacock King's Samsara time should only be a dozen or so years; he shouldn't have reached this step so quickly.
Even Ye Chen knew that, from his rebirth in this life until now, he was only at the Seventh Heaven of the Saint Treasury Realm. It was just that his strength was so powerful that it often caused many to overlook this point, and even Ye Chen subconsciously ignored it.
"Actually, I have undergone Samsara." The Peacock King's answer startled Ye Chen. Such cultivation speed was indeed astonishing. But he clearly saw the Peacock King smile, though the corner of his mouth held a trace of indescribable bitterness.
This made Ye Chen's heart sink. He urgently inquired, a sense of foreboding in his heart.
The Peacock King smiled bitterly, appearing very helpless, also with regret, even his gaze dimming as he said softly, "Qian Yue, I'm sorry. Actually, my Samsara... has failed."
Crack—
These words were like a bolt from the blue, ringing beside Ye Chen's ears, deafening, making him unable to believe it, staring wide-eyed at the Peacock King.
Even Xia Miao'er beside them covered her small mouth in shock.
Samsara—failed!?
What was going on!?
Ye Chen, after all, was no ordinary person. He soon regained his composure, though his gaze clearly trembled slightly as he said solemnly, "Peacock King, tell me everything. Why did your Samsara fail? It shouldn't have been like this."
"Samsara, said to be a great realm, is actually more of a special great tribulation—reincarnation and rebirth, forgetting everything of this life. It is far more perilous than any other great tribulation. Isn't failure also a normal outcome?"
"Among the kings of our generation back then, there were also quite a few whose Samsara failed, forever falling into the cycle of Samsara, unable to awaken, completely passing away, leaving behind only the empty shell of their current life's physical body. In a way, I'm considered lucky, after all, I didn't die, and I became a Samsara-level supreme powerhouse."
The Peacock King smiled. He was delicate and pretty, more beautiful and exquisitely jade-like than a girl, a picturesque youth.
But within his smile was bitterness, also desolation, and regret.
He said he viewed it lightly, but how could he not care?