Chapter 1506 - 812: Great Yin Immortal Palace (Bonus: 4-in-1)

His hands flew as he rapidly formed seals, lips moving nonstop as he chanted an ancient, convoluted spell text; with every syllable he spat out, the surrounding Dream Sea trembled ever so slightly, and even that vast dragon shadow produced a faint, elusive resonance.

Light flickered violently around his figure, making him seem extraordinarily strained, as though he were trying to move a colossal mountain.

Chen Yi was keen beyond measure; he immediately sensed that Dragon Dao Adept's action was no small matter. Sword light flared as he tried to forcefully break free of Zhan Yuezi's entanglement and strike straight at Dragon Dao Adept in the midst of spellcasting.

"Hmph! Don't even think about it!" Zhan Yuezi roared madly. He suddenly hurled the King Yan head in his hand off to his side; the head spun round and round, spewing thick, almost tangible Netherworld Death Qi that temporarily blocked a portion of the Heaven and Earth Sword Qi.

At the same time, the Primordial Spirit phantom behind Zhan Yuezi blazed with golden light, and he too intoned a solemn Brahma chant; one after another, brilliant golden Sanskrit characters surfaced from within his body and branded themselves upon the phantom's surface.

In the blink of an eye, his whole person seemed to shift from insubstantial to solid, his entire form taking on an undying texture—muscles knotted, eyes bulging with fury, Brahma script flowing over his body—he actually transformed into a peerlessly mighty Golden Arhat.

This method was filled with the great demon-subduing power of the Buddhist Sect, utterly different from his previous Taoist approach; the paths of both Buddhist Tao families emerged from this single man.

The Golden Arhat into which Zhan Yuezi had transformed took one step forward, and even the Dream Sea underfoot quivered. Both fists blasted out; on his knuckles, a Swastika Buddha Seal spun, carrying a vast suppressive force that crushed evil spirits as he brutally sealed off the path before Chen Yi, forcing him to pull his sword back in defense and meet him head‑on.

Hou Kang Sword collided with the Golden Arhat's fists, erupting in a roar even more violent than before.

Chen Yi only felt the power transmitted through the sword body heavy as a mountain, and it carried a blazing, upright Buddhist force of banishing evil that relentlessly pounded his soul. This Zhan Yuezi actually cultivated both Buddhist Tao, and had attained extreme depths in each.

In the brief moment that he was held up, Dragon Dao Adept's spell on the other side was already more than half complete.

His face was deathly pale; both hands trembled as he pushed forward in the void, as though expending all his strength, and toward the dragon head's brow ridge right before him, he uttered the final ancient, difficult syllable.

The dragon head then slowly twisted; those vertical pupils were lifeless, and the enormous dragon maw opened at an extremely slow and deliberate pace.

"Oong..."

A deep, slow dragon roar spilled out—at first that breath was thin as a mosquito's buzz, but in the next instant, it shook the entire Dream Sea world.

Dragon Power!

Chen Yi's eyes suddenly lost their pupils, turning into a sheet of white radiance.

The entire dynasty's timeless history surged into his mind like a flood.

He saw… upon boundless grassland, wolf banners snapping in the wind, Jin Taizu galloping on horseback, his gaze hawk‑like as he issued a vow of conquest against the Central Plains to the clan sons behind him, as fierce as wolves and tigers; beneath the hooves were the beacon smokes and corpses of Han Family cities… He saw Grand Ancestor in his later years, within a newly built, towering palace, dressed in imperial robes, crowned as emperor; facing his kneeling ministers, he declared himself "Lord of China" with the posture of a conqueror…

After untold years of history turned, he saw another emperor of gentle bearing—Emperor Zhao Wen, who on the court floor forced through opposition, implemented Han law, changed systems and customs, established ancestral temples, donned the broad‑robes and great belts of Huaxia attire, and proclaimed to the realm, "Hu and Han are all my sons"… He saw border markets, Hu and Han mingling, cultures interweaving, and undercurrents surging…

After yet more unknown years, in the Jinluan Hall, the present Emperor Jianji ascended the throne and took the mandate, sharp resolve and depth on his features as he reorganized military affairs, sharpened arms and war‑horses; on the court there was open strife and hidden struggle as he suppressed his ministers, while beyond the borders armies were being readied… Four hundred years of clashing arms, four hundred years of cycles of order and chaos, four hundred years of imperial ambition and the blood and tears of the myriad commoners condensed into a pressure of incomparable weight, slamming viciously against Chen Yi's soul.

As if to make him lose himself within this vast national fate and history, to become part of this Dragon Vein oppression—or else have his soul directly shattered.

Though Chen Yi's will was steadfast, and the experiences of his previous and current lives were out of the ordinary, this Dragon Power that suddenly descended was simply too vast and abrupt. His consciousness was like a leaf boat in a raging sea, battered by huge waves until he was thrown to and fro; his vision was a sheet of blank white, and his ears were filled with the clamor of metal and iron, the cries of the common people, imperial proclamations, sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, and countless other jumbled thunderous sounds.

At that very instant when his awareness grew hazy and his mind lost its guard,

"Chen Yi!"

A cry laced with panic stabbed into his mind—it was Yin Weiyin.

Chen Yi shuddered violently, and his scattered gaze suddenly focused.

Yet he was still half a step too late.

At the very same instant he regained his senses, the corner of his eye caught Zhan Yuezi's Golden Body already breaking through the Sword Intent World before him that had grown slightly diffuse from his shaken mind; a single blade had already cleaved to his chest.

In this life‑and‑death split second, Chen Yi only had time to twist his body to the right to the utmost limit by sheer instinct, while the Hou Kang Sword in his hand raised to block on reflex.

The dark gold blade light skimmed past the sword edge, not fully intercepted; its vast force hacked solidly into the area from Chen Yi's left shoulder to his chest.

Blood sprayed; Chen Yi's child's body jolted violently,

"Urgh…!"

He let out a muffled groan as his small body staggered backward several steps; the Sword Intent World quaked, and the Hou Kang Sword in his hand grew a shade darker. This was the first time since he stepped into Second Rank that he had suffered such a grievous wound.

Seeing Chen Yi withstand the impact of Dragon Power and not have his soul shatter or be lost, but instead break free so swiftly, a flicker of astonishment flashed simultaneously through Zhan Yuezi's and Dragon Dao Adept's eyes.

Then their gazes involuntarily swept toward Yin Weiyin, who had just cried out—could this female crown have secretly deployed some Taihua Secret Technique in aid?

Though the left half of Chen Yi's body throbbed with agony and his mind swayed, he still captured the shift in their gazes. His steps were stumbling, yet he unhesitatingly moved half a step forward, his small figure just so blocking Yin Weiyin from those two scrutinizing looks.

Zhan Yuezi's and Dragon Dao Adept's gazes focused back on Chen Yi; that trace of doubt swiftly vanished, leaving only deep killing intent. This female crown might have some tricks, but she was certainly not the main threat—the true danger had always been this child with the bizarre Sword Intent!

Moreover, he was now bleeding profusely, his sword light faintly trembling, clearly already badly wounded under Dragon Power and Zhan Yuezi's blade. As long as they added a little more force and kept sustaining the pressure, no matter how heaven‑piercing his abilities, in this Imperial Palace Dream Sea there was no way he could hold out much longer!

Dragon Dao Adept drew in one energy, forcibly suppressing the tremendous depletion that his previous summoning of Dragon Power had caused. His hands rose once more, his Finger Technique shifting; that ancient spell text again rumbled low in his mouth—it was obvious he was prepared to pay any price to draw forth Dragon Power a second time.

Zhan Yuezi, blasted away hundreds of zhang, snarled savagely as the Golden Arhat strode forward; he raised the King Yan head in his hand again, death‑qi and Brahma radiance intertwining, giving Chen Yi not the slightest chance to catch his breath.

Chen Yi clenched his teeth; a trace of grim resolve flashed across his childish face. Having come to such a pass, relying on Sword Intent alone, it was already hard to break the situation. His thoughts whirled, and in an instant he plunged into the depths of the Heart Lake World.

Bright Hall radiance.

This was his greatest means at present—but to wield it here, he did not know whether it would alarm the True Heavenly People of Absolute Heaven and Earth.

Chen Yi lifted his head, his gaze sharpening. There was no time left to hesitate.

That hazy and sacred radiance manifested at once in his palm.

"I'll do it!"

A low shout, faintly trembling, sounded at his side.

Chen Yi snapped his head around, only to see that Yin Weiyin, by means of Wind Control Technique and heedless of everything, had somehow already rushed to his side.

Her face was pale, yet her eyes blazed with startling brightness—no longer the previous panic and helplessness, but a kind of resolve that had thrown everything aside. She didn't even wait for Chen Yi's rebuke; her right hand darted out and actually seized that freshly emerged Bright Hall radiance in Chen Yi's palm!

"You…!"

Yin Weiyin suddenly lifted her eyes to look at Chen Yi; her lips moved, her voice very soft. "Let me… may the heart's wish be fulfilled."

As her words fell,

The Bright Hall radiance that Yin Weiyin had grasped flowed into her palm like running light.

At the same time,

Rumble, rumble, rumble…

In the depths of the Dream Sea, a sudden giant crash sounded, like an earth‑dragon turning over.

Broken walls and shattered ruins were slowly pried apart from below upward; muddy colors settled and gradually cleared, and then a towering, ethereal Immortal Palace rose from within the Dream Sea.

Glazed tile for roofs, white jade for steps, auspicious clouds bearing it aloft, thousands of strands of auspicious vapor; palace complexes stretched in endless layers, faintly ringed by the phantom of immortal cranes, with a celestial clarity echoing like heavenly music.

The bright moon rose over the sea.

That Penglai Fairy Island, said to flicker into view within the mirage over the ocean, could hardly be more than this.