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

Han Yunzhi was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked directly into Ye Chen's eyes and asked softly:

"Senior, what is your cultivation level?"

Ye Chen chuckled.

He did not answer directly, but instead raised his right hand, and a wisp of divine sense emanated from his fingertips, gently brushing across Han Yunzhi's brow.

In that brief moment, Han Yunzhi saw it.

She saw a vast starry sky, with countless stars appearing and disappearing in the palm of her hand;

She saw the phantom of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, slowly rotating in the void;

She saw a deity sitting in the Dao Palace, surrounded by a dark, abyss-like divine power. The profundity and vastness of that divine power far exceeded that of any cultivator she had ever seen in her life.

What level of attainment is that?

Han Yunzhi didn't know.

All she knew was that the strongest person she had ever met was Qingyan Zhenren from Tainan Valley, with a cultivation level of late Foundation Establishment... In front of this man, he was not even an ant.

"Nascent Soul cultivator."

Ye Chen withdrew his divine sense and calmly gave his answer, "If you become my disciple, I can accept you as a nominal disciple and teach you the complete superior cultivation techniques."

As for how far you can go in the future, that depends on your own destiny.

Han Yunzhi's body trembled slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of an overwhelming excitement.

Nascent Soul cultivator.

In the cultivation world of Yue Kingdom, Nascent Soul cultivators are at the very top.

She was a rogue cultivator in the Qi Refining stage, and she rarely even saw a Foundation Establishment stage senior. But now, a Nascent Soul cultivator took the initiative to accept her as a disciple.

Does she have the right to refuse?

She took a deep breath and knelt down without hesitation.

"Disciple Han Yunzhi greets Master."

Ye Chen nodded slightly.

He reached out to support her, and an invisible force lifted Han Yunzhi up.

"Is it her?"

Ye Chen suddenly turned around with his hands behind his back and looked at a high platform in the center of the square.

A tournament is underway there... not the kind of life-or-death arena like the Ascension Ceremony.

Instead, it was a sparring match temporarily organized by the Tainan Small Gathering to liven up the atmosphere, allowing young cultivators to compete with each other and demonstrate their strength.

But what made Ye Chen stop was not the Qi Refining stage cultivators who were fighting desperately on the arena, but a woman sitting on the judges' table above the arena.

She was a woman dressed in a light purple dress, with an exquisite face, snow-white skin, and eyes as clear and deep as autumn water.

She sat there, and the air around her seemed to freeze.

The young cultivators on the arena occasionally glanced up at her, their eyes filled with awe.

Ye Chen's divine sense silently swept over the woman, and then he smiled.

Mid-stage of Core Formation.

In this small gathering in Tainan, which was filled with Qi Refining stage cultivators, there was actually a great master in the mid-stage of Core Formation.

Such cultivation level is among the top in the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom.

More importantly, he recognized the woman's identity.

Nangong Wan, a Core Formation stage elder of the Hidden Moon Sect, is in charge of presiding over this Ascension Ceremony.

In the original storyline, she formed an inextricable bond with Han Li for some indescribable reason.

And now, she sat there completely unguarded, utterly unaware that a pair of eyes were already watching her.

"People from the Hidden Moon Sect."

Ye Chen muttered to himself, his tone tinged with amusement.

"Perfect timing. The Hidden Moon Sect is the strongest of the seven sects in Yue Kingdom. Taking her down is equivalent to taking down half of the Hidden Moon Sect."

Han Li heard his father muttering to himself, followed his gaze to the high platform, and then he saw the woman in purple.

"Father, that female cultivator is...?"

"Your future senior sister," Ye Chen interrupted him without changing his expression.

Han Li: "..."

Han Yunzhi: "..."

Ye Chen ignored their petrified expressions.

His figure suddenly vanished from his spot and appeared on the high platform the next moment.

Before the two young cultivators on the arena, who were exchanging fireballs, could react, they felt an invisible force gently push them aside.

The two staggered back to the edge of the arena, staring in horror at Ye Chen who had suddenly appeared.

The clamor in the room suddenly froze.

All the cultivators present focused their attention on the high platform.

They saw a young man dressed in a moon-white robe, standing with his hands behind his back in the center of the arena. He had a handsome face, a calm demeanor, and no spiritual energy fluctuations around him.

But it was precisely this unfathomable calm that caused the expressions of all the cultivators present, above the Foundation Establishment stage, to change drastically.

Nangong Wan suddenly stood up, an expression of disbelief flashing in her beautiful eyes.

When she scanned the other person's body with her divine sense, it seemed as if the body was an abyss, bottomless and dark.

She had only ever felt this way with one person... the Grand Elder of the Hidden Moon Sect, who had been in seclusion for many years and was the only Nascent Soul cultivator in the entire Yue Kingdom's cultivation world.

The man before them possessed an aura even more profound than that of the Grand Elder.

"A Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Nangong Wan's voice trembled slightly, but she remained calm on the surface.

"I was unaware of your presence, senior. I, Nangong Wan of the Hidden Moon Sect, have not been able to greet you properly. Please forgive my rudeness."

Ye Chen turned around to face Nangong Wan, his face expressionless.

"Nangong Wan, a Core Formation Elder of the Hidden Moon Sect."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

"I've come to the Tai Nan Small Gathering today to scout for some talented individuals to establish a new sect. Your cultivation is quite good; would you be interested in joining?"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Countless gazes swept back and forth between Ye Chen and Nangong Wan.

The lower-level cultivators were completely bewildered, having no idea who this mysterious man who had suddenly appeared was.

The leaders of those Foundation Establishment stage independent cultivator groups were already deathly pale and drenched in cold sweat.

Nangong Wan's heart skipped a beat.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"I am deeply grateful for your kindness, senior. However, as a disciple of the Hidden Moon Sect, I have been nurtured by the sect to this day, and it is truly difficult for me to betray my sect and go elsewhere."

I hope you will understand.

Ye Chen glanced at her, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a stone.

"I am asking you if you are interested, not asking for your opinion."

"I am telling you that you are now a member of my Heavenly Dao Sect."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Chen raised his hand and made a grasping motion.

A terrifying, indescribable power descended from nowhere.

Nangong Wan felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her entire body, and the magic power within her body froze into ice in that instant, making even breathing extremely difficult.

She wanted to resist, but when her consciousness touched that power, it was like a drop of water falling into boiling magma, instantly evaporated without a trace.

The difference between the mid-stage Core Formation stage and the Nascent Soul stage was laid bare at this moment.

Ye Chen gently pulled his hand back, and Nangong Wan's body flew uncontrollably in front of him.

He casually tapped her forehead with his finger, and a jet-black divine power entered her sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a black chain that wrapped around her golden core.

Spirit-sealing restriction.

This is a restriction technique he deduced from the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, using his own divine power as a lock to seal the opponent's spiritual power circulation.

With just a thought, this restriction would detonate all the magical power within the opponent's body, blasting the golden core and physical body into dust.

Nangong Wan's body went limp and she fell backward.

Ye Chen reached out and put his arm around her waist, supporting her steadily. Then he turned around and faced the dense crowd below the arena, his gaze sweeping over every face.

"I have finished speaking. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"