Shrouding the Heavens: Simultaneous Transmigration, Heavenly Emperor's Stern Father

However, Ye Fan obediently nodded and found a relatively safe spot in the mountains to hide.

He is not strong enough to participate in such a scene. Forcing himself to keep up will only hold his father back. But what about Pang Bo?

"If you're worried about Pang Bo, then go ahead. Under my protection, you'll find it difficult to grow. Only by relying on yourself to forge ahead, fighting relentlessly and persevering, can you become a true Heavenly Emperor!"

Ye Chen's voice came through.

The image of a good father is becoming increasingly ingrained in the emperor's mind.

"Go forth! A new storm has arisen; how can you stand still?"

"Yes, Father."

Ye Fan strode quickly toward Pang Bo's direction.

At the same time, Ye Chen rode the divine rainbow and soared into the sky.

The experts from the Dao Palace had already rushed inside, while he remained on the outskirts, acting like a tyrant, purely frying fish.

His goal was clear... those spirit weapons that spewed out from the ancient temple.

In the eyes of a truly great being, these things are nothing more than everyday utensils such as bowls, chopsticks, and pillows.

However, for cultivators at the Wheel Sea and Dao Palace realms, it is a genuine treasure.

In a low-level martial arts world, it would be an absolute divine weapon!

With a loud bang!

A divine sword flew out of the ancient temple and hovered in the air.

Ye Chen reached out with his large hand, unleashed his divine power, grabbed it, refined it instantly, and stuffed it into the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

A large seal, a string of prayer beads, a bronze mirror... In a short time, four spiritual weapons were acquired.

During this time, some cultivators tried to compete with him, and Ye Chen no longer concealed his aura, revealing it!

It was clearly the cultivation level of the Other Shore!

"hiss!"

"Terrifying!"

"Please spare me, senior!"

Many cultivators gasped in shock, directly forced back by the aura.

Ye Chen acted with great restraint... he only knocked people back, without injuring them or killing them.

It wasn't that he was soft-hearted, but rather that in such a chaotic situation, killing and robbing was the easiest way to incur karmic retribution.

You never know which old monster is behind the other party. If they happen to kill the illegitimate son of a holy land elder, you'll really be asking for trouble.

Stealing is fine, but making a mortal enemy is not.

This is one of Ye Chen's survival rules in the world of Shrouding the Heavens.

In the world of Shrouding the Heavens, I am meek and submissive; in the world of low-level martial arts, I strike with full force!

After all, he still has a long way to go to become the strictest father in the world of Shrouding the Heavens.

Just then, even more powerful auras approached from afar.

A dragon pulls the chariot, and a qilin clears the way.

Five truly important figures arrived, their domineering aura sweeping across the heavens and the earth, truly making a grand spectacle.

Without saying a word, Ye Chen immediately withdrew and retreated, leaving the battlefield to these powerful figures at the second level of the Immortal Platform.

Five powerful figures surrounded the ancient hall, and one of them spoke up to comment:

"The Demon Emperor, whose fame has shaken the ages, once unified all the demons of the Eastern Wilderness. In life, he discussed the Dao, and the world bowed down to him. Even after death, when he was buried in his tomb, he still reigned supreme there."

Countless ages have passed, and the remaining power of this great tomb is probably less than one-tenth of what it was at its peak, yet it is still terrifying... I am no match for it!

Ye Chen's lips twitched, and he almost couldn't hold back.

Dude, what's your level? You're commenting on emperors here?

Lao Qing, you've fallen from grace. You're even being compared to a powerful figure.

The implication seems to be that the Azure Emperor was not born in this era to avoid my wrath!

Upon hearing this, even the Stone Emperor had to sigh in admiration, realizing that he himself was no match for the aura of that great being!

However, he is at least an emperor-level being, so it is reasonable for him to ask Wushi to come. Who gave you, a great being, the courage?

Is he really going to risk becoming an immortal for life?

Ye Chen suppressed his laughter and quietly took a few steps back to avoid being caught by the "divine senses" of these powerful figures making any inappropriate expressions.

Ye Chen's eyes suddenly lit up as he casually glanced down into the forest below.

On a distant mountaintop, a ruddy-faced, plump Taoist priest was running all over the mountain, chasing a flying sword-like magical artifact.

The Taoist priest was round and plump, like a ball, but surprisingly agile. He caught the flying sword in just a few steps, and his fat face trembled with laughter.

Duan De.

Ye Chen's lips curled up slightly.

I've been waiting for you.

Right now, Duan De seems to have just woken up from some old grave and crawled out, his cultivation level is only hovering around the Divine Bridge Realm.

Isn't that a coincidence?

Ye Chen landed silently behind the fat Taoist priest, cleared his throat, and spoke with concern, like an old Chinese medicine doctor seeing a critically ill patient:

"Fellow Daoist, please wait. I see that your forehead is dark, which means you may soon face a bloody disaster."

Duan De shuddered and whirled around, his face full of vigilance:

"Where did this brat come from, daring to threaten a Taoist master like myself?"

"No, no."

Ye Chen shook his head, his expression earnest as if he wanted to pour out his heart.

"Fellow Daoist, the flying sword in your hand is a deadly weapon, extremely fierce. The black aura on your face is what it attracted."

"Alright then, I'll take the loss and bear the karmic backlash from this deadly weapon for you, thus sparing you from a bloody disaster."

Duan De roared in fury: "Get out..."

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying aura from the peak of the Other Shore realm pressed down on him like a mountain.

The expression on Duan De's fat face instantly became as fascinating as if a dye shop had been opened...

Shock, anger, frustration, and resentment unfolded in turn, finally settling on a smile that was uglier than a grimace.

"In this chaotic world, the senior's insight is truly remarkable; this is indeed a murder weapon."

Duan De gritted his teeth and said:

"Only someone of your great virtue, senior, could subdue it. So I'm giving it to you, senior, hoping you can neutralize its fierce aura and bring blessings to the Eastern Wilderness."

"This child is teachable."

Ye Chen chuckled as he accepted the flying sword, casually stuffing it into the Sea of ​​Bitterness. Before leaving, he turned back and waved to Duan De, saying, "I feel an instant connection with you, fellow Daoist. I hope we meet again someday."

"Damn you, Heavenly Venerable! May we never meet again in this lifetime!"

Duan De was so angry that he became rounder than usual.

Ye Chen was in a great mood.

The whereabouts of the Devouring Demon Jar are still unknown for the time being, but if we can squeeze some money out of this unscrupulous Taoist priest, this trip won't be a complete waste.

Duan De didn't want to see Ye Chen again, but fate is something that never changes according to one's own will.

About half an hour later, Ye Chen saw that round and friendly figure again in a rocky mountain.

Duan Degang unearthed a small furnace, grinning from ear to ear: "Wonderful, wonderful! I, this Daoist, truly have great fortune..."

The laughter was still echoing among the mountain walls when a familiar voice that sent chills down one's spine came from behind.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait."

Duan De's laughter stopped abruptly, and the fat on his cheeks jiggled violently.

He slowly turned around and, sure enough, saw the boy's face that made his teeth itch.

"S-senpai..."

He forced a smile, but his hand instinctively hid the small stove behind his back.

"This is terrible, this is terrible!"

Ye Chen's gaze fell on the precious furnace.

His expression was solemn, as if he were examining a world-destroying demonic artifact.

"This divine furnace is extremely malevolent, likely formed from an ancient and powerful demon. It carries a heavy karmic burden, fellow Daoist. You cannot control it."

Duan De said with a long face, "Senior, I think I can do it."

"You can't." Ye Chen shook his head.

"I can."

No, you can't.

Ye Chen smiled, his smile as warm as a spring breeze in March, his tone as gentle as a loving father's whisper.

"Fellow Daoist, do not say that you were not warned."

A bloody disaster, is it?

Duan De: "..."