"You have become a lackey of the Heavenly Dao and a stumbling block to him."
"So, you must die!"
Luo Qingcheng's voice was cold and full of murderous intent.
At the moment when fragments of memories from his previous life emerged in Ye Chen's mind, a hint of his secret that had been hidden for a thousand years was revealed.
Heaven, sensed him!
Luo Qingcheng, the Saint, also sensed the fluctuation of Heaven's will and the deal between it and the Great Sage Jiyuan at the first moment.
The Great Sage Jiyuan must be eliminated before Ye Chen awakens.
Luo Qingcheng would never allow such a thing to happen.
Before awakening, Ye Chen must not be disturbed by anyone.
"hehe……"
"Girl, do you know what you are doing? You are going against the will of heaven!"
The Great Sage Jiyuan chuckled, shook his head, and looked at Luo Qingcheng with a hint of pity in his eyes.
Luo Qingcheng's red lips curled up in an icy arc, and her phoenix eyes were full of disdain.
"Against heaven? So what?" Her voice was contemptuous and domineering.
"Heaven and earth are unkind, so I will chop down the sky!"
Before he finished speaking!
"Zheng!"
A clear sword sound resounded through the sky.
The glazed sword in Luo Qingcheng's hand appeared out of thin air, the sword body exuded a biting coldness, and the surrounding space was instantly covered with a layer of frost.
The glazed sword appeared out of thin air in her hand, the sword was surrounded by cold air, and a layer of frost visible to the naked eye spread in all directions with her as the center.
"If you don't change your ways, you'll only end up in trouble!"
The Great Sage Jiyuan had a solemn expression on his face. Luo Qingcheng was not a simple person. Even if he had the help of Heaven, he was not sure of defeating her.
But he had no choice but to fight.
"war!"
The Great Sage Jiyuan roared, and a long sword shining with golden light appeared in his hand, and he slashed towards the white lightning.
"boom!"
Two of the most powerful sword beams in the world collided, and the energy ripples flattened everything around them.
The two figures were extremely fast, shuttling among countless broken sword shadows.
This is a peak showdown.
Luo Qingcheng was dressed in white, her figure was ethereal, and every swing of the glass sword in her hand carried the momentum to destroy the world.
Wherever the sword light passed, frost spread and the void shattered, as if it was going to completely turn this restricted area into an icy death zone.
The Great Sage Jiyuan's hair and beard danced wildly, and the long sword in his hand opened and closed with unparalleled sharpness.
Strands of golden sword energy crisscrossed like golden dragons, roaring and fighting against the biting icy force.
The aftermath of the battle instantly shattered the bare mountaintop beneath their feet into dust.
“Boom!”
The entire restricted area was shaking violently, with mountains collapsing and the earth shaking.
Across the earth, bottomless gullies spread like torn wounds.
The devastating pressure penetrated the barriers of the restricted area, causing all creatures in the upper fairyland to tremble in fear and remain silent.
…
Meanwhile, the abandoned land.
Ye Chen's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He sat cross-legged on the bluestone by the stream, his body trembling slightly.
If the Way of Heaven is not recognized, the Way cannot be proven.
The spiritual power in his body was surging wildly, and he was attacking the barrier of the Yuanshi Saint with all his strength.
But Ye Chen did not give up.
In his sea of consciousness, countless broken memory images emerged crazily. This was the most dangerous process that one had to go through to achieve enlightenment in the mortal world.
The picture shows him as a naughty boy in his previous life, robbing, kidnapping and extorting people in the fairy world.
There is a scene in which he is the leader of the ten ancient saints, dressed in a black robe, dominating the world, standing on a palace in the clouds, overlooking the myriad worlds.
He was reincarnated for thousands of years, becoming a beggar, and was surrounded by miserable scenes of birth, old age, sickness and death.
Domineering, naughty, noble, desolate, unwilling, angry...
Various emotions intertwined and collided wildly in his heart.
Ye Chen was immersed in these complicated memories.
Scene after scene, life after life.
Glory and misery, nobility and lowliness, intertwined madly in his sea of consciousness, tearing at his soul.
who I am?
Am I the ancient saint who can make all the worlds submit with just one rage?
Or is he still the mortal beggar who struggles in the cycle of reincarnation, suffering from birth, old age, sickness and death?
"Who am I?"
Ye Chen let out a painful roar in his heart.
“Why are there so many completely different lives?”
He felt like he was caught in an endless vortex and could not find a way out.
This feeling is about to drive him crazy!
"boom!"
The spiritual power around him was like a wild beast that was completely out of control, rushing wildly in his body.
The indestructible barrier of the Primordial Saint let out a mournful cry under the heavy burden brought upon itself by this violent force.
Ye Chen's body was under unimaginable pressure. Fine beads of blood oozed out of the surface of his skin, staining his washed-out linen clothes red.
"master!"
When Ye Tianqi saw this scene, his heart tightened instantly and tears welled up in his eyes.
I was extremely anxious, but I didn't dare to take a step forward.
She knew that this was the most critical moment for the master, and any external disturbance could lead to his downfall.
"Master, you must hold on!"
Ye Tianqi clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging into her palms but she was completely unaware.
After an unknown amount of time, the violent spiritual storm gradually subsided.
The fragments of memory that were tearing each other apart in Ye Chen's mind seemed to have found a balance point and slowly merged.
At this moment, his eyes went dark and he fell into an illusion.
…
"Long live our emperor!"
The thunderous cheers of worship shook the sky.
Ye Chen found himself wearing a nine-clawed dragon robe, an imperial crown on his head, and sitting high on a golden dragon throne.
Below are the civil and military officials kneeling on the ground, and billions of living beings crawling at their feet.
His supreme power allows him to decide the life and death of countless people with just a thought.
In this illusory glory, he gradually lost himself and his eyes became arrogant and domineering.
"This person has disrespectful eyes. Drag him away and kill all his clans."
He pointed at a minister who raised his head slightly and spoke indifferently.
The scene changed.
Ye Chen became a businessman as wealthy as a country, with mountains of treasures before him.
In order to obtain more wealth, he did not hesitate to frame his best brother and put his entire family into a dead end.
Looking at the other person's desperate and resentful eyes, there was no ripple in his heart.
The scene changed again.
He became a saint admired by thousands of people, and his every word and action was regarded as a guiding principle.
In order to maintain his impeccable reputation, he became hypocritical and unable to accept criticism and challenges from others.
If this reputation is threatened in the slightest, he will go crazy.
The picture changed again.
This time, he was in the land of tenderness.
Countless scantily clad and stunning women surrounded him, smiling sweetly and wrapping their arms around him, dragging him into the endless abyss of desire, unable to extricate himself.
Power, wealth, fame, lust...
Scenes of inner demonic illusions switched in his sea of consciousness like a kaleidoscope.
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