Ever since devouring the Four Great God Seals, he hadn't been so utterly humiliated. At this moment, Ye Chen’s blade tip was pressing in close, leaving him no room to resist; he could only flee for his life in a desperate dash.

One step spanned a hundred thousand light-years. Ye Chen’s speed was even faster, closely pursuing him.

Seeing the distance shrink to but the blink of an eye, killing intent flashed in his heart, and the tip of his saber erupted with a sharp, chilling light, shooting out an almost illusory, transparent blade energy directly toward the Dark God’s back! This blade energy was fiercely cold.

If the Dark God were struck, his body wouldn’t suffer much damage, but he would instantly decelerate. At this critical juncture, suddenly, with a Zheng, a pitch-black meteorite flew from an unknown source, colliding with that fierce blade energy.

A blade is supposed to be invincible, yet now it was scattered by this ugly, dark stone. “Buzz!” The bright blade vibrated slightly, transforming back into Ye Chen’s figure.

He looked at the black stone blocking his path, and at the Dark God who had rushed not far away but had suddenly paused. His sharp gaze fixed intently on the black stone, “Could you be the Earth God?” A loud, clear laugh echoed from within the black stone.

“It’s been many years, I never thought the Saber Emperor of those days would still remember this old fellow.” Ye Chen said coldly, “Your enemy is right before you. Why obstruct me?” The black stone split open like pieces of metal casing, revealing a face etched with the passage of time and frost.

The meteorite’s texture formed the wrinkles on his face, accompanied by a faint sigh. “It’s a pity, he is not my enemy.” Ye Chen’s eyes flickered, and he spoke coldly, “Of the nine fellow disciples back then, four died by his hand.

Are they not your enemies?” “It is true they died by his hand, but the one who kills is not necessarily the culprit,” the black stone said slowly. “Senior Brother Hei is correct.” A voice drifted in from beyond the heavens.

As the sound arrived, the void slowly tore open into a massive rift, through which seeped wisps of shimmering purple lightning, like countless radiant electric filaments. Deep within the electric glow was a beautiful, nearly perfect, graceful figure, with long, straight legs and fair skin.

Hair as dark as black jade drifted around her, carrying a faint, dark purple hue amidst the lightning. Around her body danced elf-like electromagnetic angels, clustering around her as if the gods were surrounding their Divine King.

Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Violet Thunder God?” The woman of captivating beauty was naturally one of the Nine Great Gods, the Violet Thunder God.

“Long time no see, Saber Emperor,” the Violet Thunder God smiled faintly. Ye Chen asked, “Back then, of the nine of you, wasn’t only the Dark God still alive?” The Violet Thunder God smiled faintly.

“That is the truth. What you see now is not our true forms.

Our souls and bodies have both been destroyed. What stands here now are our God Seals.

You should know that nothing in heaven and earth can destroy a God Seal.” Ye Chen could only concede. A God’s seal, like his own saber-body, was indestructible.

Unless the Ancient God himself appeared! “Everyone has arrived quite early,” just then, a light laugh, tinged with pleasure, drifted into everyone’s ears like the wind.

The voice was filled with a masculine magnetism that was pleasant to hear, and the person speaking was also pleasing to behold. This person was like a gust of wind, suddenly appearing beside the Dark God, leaving no trace, his figure impossible to capture.

He wore a long, pure white robe, unsullied by even a speck of dust. His fingers were long and powerful, like steel rods; his nails were meticulously kept, indicating a man who paid attention to detail, just like his eyes, nose, and lips—the features of a man of cultivation.

Yet, Ye Chen felt a slight displeasure upon seeing him. “Wind God?” “Saber Emperor, long time no see.

I did not expect your true body would be reassembled. Truly cause for celebration,” the Wind God’s star-like eyes brightened upon seeing Ye Chen.

Ye Chen’s smile gradually faded. “Will the Light God be arriving next?” “You speak correctly,” the Violet Thunder God gently tucked a soft strand of hair behind her ear, knitting her brows slightly.

“No matter what, she is always the slowest to act.” “Even mortals know that the main event is always reserved for the last entrance,” a voice, clear and cool like melting snow on an iceberg, gently permeated the void, reaching everyone’s ears. It felt as if a stream of ice-cold water had been poured into their hearts, causing a shiver, yet their eyes shone brightly.

Because the person emerging was like a grand beacon of light, emitting a blinding, needle-sharp radiance all over their body, like the most sacred goddess. They wore an exquisitely beautiful white robe, pure and unblemished by any impurity.

Their body was flawlessly perfect; every strand of hair, every inch of skin, seemed perfectly measured—every aspect was exactly as it should be. What is just right is always the most perfect.

Upon seeing this person, even the Violet Thunder God and the Dark God seemed to hold their breath, watching her with profound respect. When Ye Chen saw her, his body slightly trembled, his pupils filled with disbelief.

Could this glorious Light God truly be Ye Zhu?! He could not imagine it; the matter was too incredible.

Yet, the fact remained the fact. The contours of the Light God’s cheeks bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Ye Zhu’s.

Some people’s faces only needed the slightest modification to become handsome or beautiful, but it was precisely that tiny difference that made others look utterly unsightly. In the world, so many things fail because of that tiny margin.

Thus, the Light God’s face now appeared perfect—a staggering beauty that no language could adequately describe. “Brother…” The Light God looked at Ye Chen, her eyes holding a gentle smile.

“Do you still remember me?” How could Ye Chen forget her! Whether he was the Saber Emperor or Ye Chen now, the memories of his past life and this current one were branded onto his very being, impossible to erase.

What in this world is more precious than kinship? The Saber Emperor’s life was lonely and solitary; because he was nearly invincible, he was lonely.

Why is an invincible person always lonely? Is it because to reach a level of invincibility, one must forsake many things?

Forsake pleasure, for it dulls ambition. Forsake emotion, for it softens a person, turning hard steel into something pliable.

Only by abandoning everything can one reach the realm of invincibility. For energy and time are finite.

The memories from that Earth era might be the happiest recollections of his entire life. If he could choose, perhaps he would rather have been an ordinary person, enjoying an ordinary life.

There is nothing wrong with being ordinary. At least, one wouldn't be lonely.

What in this world is more terrifying than loneliness? “I should have thought of it long ago.

Your origins could never be simple, but I never imagined you would be the Light God,” Ye Chen looked at the Light God, perhaps he should call her sister, his voice tinged with bitterness. “Oh?” “If you were not the Light God, I doubt you would possess such immense destiny and opportunity to be reincarnated and become the sister beside me, my only family,” Ye Chen’s gaze swept slowly over her face.

“Including Mo Feng, Bai Long, Yue Heng, and Zhuge Fan—do they also have backgrounds?” The Dark God expressed surprise. “You still remember Mo Feng?” Ye Chen glanced at him.

“When I had not yet awakened, and Bai Long and the others reunited, you had already erased Mo Feng’s memory from our minds through some special method before I arrived. Because Mo Feng was your subordinate, or someone connected to you, you didn’t want me to remember him and trace you back, correct?” The Dark God sighed softly.

“As expected of the Saber Emperor, truly not simple. That is correct.

You should know who the master of the Dark Great World is. Although it is effectively me, outwardly, there is one person known as the Dark Lord, and even your master, the Heavenly Dao, is his disciple.” Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed.

“Mo Feng is the Dark Lord?” The Dark God nodded slightly. “Indeed.” Ye Chen stared at him for a long moment, then suddenly said, “Don’t tell me the Dark Lord is your son.” The Dark God paused, then looked at him.

“How did you know?” “First, because you bear a slight resemblance. Second, the Light God reincarnated to become the sister by my side; there must be a reason, and the secret behind it should only be known to the nine of you.

Therefore, if Bai Long and Mo Feng are not among you, they must be people you trust implicitly, placed by your side.” “What is there to trust more than kinship?” “As for the third reason—intuition.” Ye Chen looked at the Dark God. “Am I correct?” The Dark God stared at him for a long time before finally sighing.

“Yes, you haven't been wrong about a single point.” “Since that is the case, call him out.” Ye Chen said with a trace of nostalgia, “A friend of many years, and one of the only few friends I had. I wonder what he is like now.” The Dark God frowned, hesitating slightly.

The Light God looked at Ye Chen, and after a moment, said, “Let him see.” Upon hearing her command, the Dark God became surprisingly compliant. He merely sighed lightly and spoke to the earth beneath his feet, “Child, come out and meet your old friend.” This voice spread throughout the entire Dark Great World, yet only one person could hear it.

Whoosh! A shaft of black light shot forth like an arrow, piercing through the clouds and the starry sky, arriving at the heavens where Ye Chen and the others stood.

Standing before Ye Chen was a youth clad entirely in black, his robe resembling the dark night, adorned with exquisite starlight. His skin was pale and bloodless, allowing faint blue veins to be almost visible.

That familiar face carried a touch of coldness and nobility, mixed with apology and vicissitude. Only those who have experienced separation can truly understand vicissitude.

“Should I call you Ye Chen, or Saber Emperor…” “Should I call you Mo Feng, or Dark Lord…”