Chapter 2715

The palace doors burst open; Jin Chen gazed at the so‑called emperor who had just recovered from a serious illness. In a single glance he recognized the soul hidden beneath that body.

"Old National Teacher." Jin Chen's voice was ice‑cold, like the wind of the deepest winter.

The emperor on the dragon couch started, his cloudy old eyes narrowing, his voice hoarse and aged: "You… you actually know me?"

"Speaking of which, you, this biggest variable, have also killed my disciple; I originally had no intention of letting you go."

Jin Chen sensed that within the Hall of Nurturing Heart, the imperial dragon aura and the sinister ghostly aura were both being slowly absorbed by the Old National Teacher, each breath a cultivation.

Fu Lingjing stood at the side of the hall, seeing Jin Chen and the emperor face off, he was overjoyed and quickly called out in his mind.

"【Immortal! Please lend me your strength! If today you help His Majesty kill Jin Chen, I will surely avenge my grudge, and thereafter wealth and honor will be within reach!】"

However this time, the Immortal remained silent for a moment before Youyou replied: "【Perhaps… it's almost enough.】"

Fu Lingjing felt an inexplicable pang of panic: "【What… what do you mean 'almost enough'?】"

The Immortal gave no further reply and fell silent.

Fu Lingjing's heart inexplicably grew cold, he faintly sensed something was wrong.

That night, inside the Hall of Nurturing Heart there was a bloody gale, sword qi crisscrossed, and ghosts wailed like wolves.

The cultivators and palace guards gathered outside the hall were all intimidated by that terrifying aura; none dared to enter.

At dawn the first light sliced through the darkness, and the sounds of slaughter finally ceased.

Bang!

A bright‑yellow figure was violently hurled out of the hall, slamming heavily onto the white marble steps.

It was precisely the emperor possessed by the Old National Teacher.

His hair was disheveled and graying, his dragon robe torn, he lifted his head to watch Jin Chen slowly emerge from the hall.

Jin Chen stepped out of the hall, his moon‑white robe unstained by dust; only the tip of his ordinary long sword bore a single drop of crimson blood that slowly slid down.

The Old National Teacher struggled to lift his head, revealing a twisted, hoarse laugh: "Hahaha… cough… you won! What does it matter that you killed me? Do you think you can save Yin Chaosheng?"

"The Red Yin Ghost King's merit is exhausted; now he dwells in the mortal realm, neither yin nor yang, neither one thing nor another!"

"The ghost city won't take him! The mortal realm won't take him either; most of his ghostly aura has been sucked away by me… He will be rejected by both yin and yang, burned by endless karmic flames, tormented forever… ahhhhh!"

Before the Old National Teacher's words faded, Jin Chen flicked a golden flame from his fingertip, wrapping the remnant soul.

The Old National Teacher writhed on the ground, emitting an inhuman howl, yet could not shake off the flame that clung like a bone‑eating maggot.

"No!!!"

The Old National Teacher's remnant soul twisted on the ground, despairing howl: "You have ruined my hundred‑year plot! You have destroyed this finest vessel!"

Jin Chen stepped closer, looking down at him with an expression devoid of any ripple.

"Your scheme was to use countless souls and the dynasty's dragon aura to reforge your own ghost‑immortal foundation—ridiculous."

"What do you know!" the Old National Teacher's soul snarled, "The underworld is sealed, reincarnation blocked! This is the only path to longevity! It is a revelation from the Heavenly Dao! Red Yin should have been my perfect sacrifice! His ghost‑king origin… ahhhhh!"

The Old National Teacher could no longer speak.

Jin Chen lifted his gaze toward the outside of the hall.

Chu Jiushan and his four companions had already rushed to his side; farther away, various heroes and experts who had heard the news gathered, along with palace personnel still shaken.

Someone, seeing the gruesome sight in the flames, felt reluctant and whispered: "Young Hero Jin Chen, the Heavenly Dao cycles; why go so far… after all… it's merely a ghost."

Jin Chen lowered his eyes, carefully wiping his sword: "He is my beloved."

He no longer looked back at the purgatory‑like scene, turned, and walked toward the Cold Palace.

Chu Jiushan shouted behind him, "Senior brother, rest assured! We'll handle this!"

On the way back, Ling Gun Gun whispered a proposal.

"【Host, this world has fallen into chaos; the Main God's soul is unstable… perhaps we can leave early, gather the fragments of the Main God's soul, and go to the next world…】"

Jin Chen's steps paused slightly as he gazed toward the Cold Palace; he fell silent for a moment, then questioned inwardly.

"【What about this life of his that belongs to Yin Chaosheng?】"

Jin Chen seemed to be asking and answering himself; after pondering, his tone grew firm.

"【If the one about to dissipate now were me, he would never give up.】"

Ling Gun Gun thought it over and knew the Host was right.

The Main God would indeed do so, and might even go further, sparing no cost, even overturning the whole world, just to keep the Host intact.

"【Then Host, do you… already have a way?】"

Jin Chen: "【Yes.】"

The root of this world's chaos lies in the disappearance of the underworld and the collapse of yin‑yang order.

The underworld is gone; then he will seek it out and reopen the cycle of rebirth.

Jin Chen rushed back to the Cold Palace; from afar he heard terrified screams coming from the courtyard.

Jin Chen's face turned cold as he strode in; he saw a eunuch who had defied his ban and sneaked into the outer court, tightly bound by several blood‑red netherworld flower pistils that had shot up from the ground, slowly coiling around his limbs and neck, about to be dragged underground—the eunuch rolled his eyes, unable to utter a cry for help.

In the center of the courtyard, Yin Chaosheng knelt on the ground, his black hair disheveled, his red clothing blazing vividly in the morning light.

He slightly lifted his head, his pupils completely turned crimson, shrinking to pinpricks; emotion and reason were fading, leaving only the feral void of a vengeful ghost.

Jin Chen crossed the barrier, took a few steps to Yin Chaosheng, bent down and tightly embraced the kneeling man, asking, "Are you looking for me? I've come back."

Yin Chaosheng stiffly turned his head, nostrils twitching slightly as he inhaled Jin Chen's familiar scent.

His pinprick‑sized crimson pupils locked onto Jin Chen; after a moment, the netherworld flower buds entwining the eunuch retreated back into the earth.

The crimson in Yin Chaosheng's eyes seemed to fade a little; he obediently leaned into Jin Chen's embrace, cheek pressed firmly against his chest, letting out a soft whimper.

Jin Chen's arms encircled his icy body, feeling the faint tremor; without even glancing at the terrified eunuch, he coldly said, "Scram."

Immediately, the door shut on its own without wind.

No lamps were lit inside; only a faint daylight filtered in through the window.

Jin Chen held Yin Chaosheng, walked to the bedside and sat down, gently wiping the blood seeping from the corner of his lips, then bowed his head to kiss his forehead.

"I won't let you dissipate." Jin Chen looked at his vacant eyes and whispered.

Yin Chaosheng seemed to understand, yet also seemed not to.

His unfocused gaze slowly sharpened, settling on Jin Chen's face; he stared for a long time, his fingertip lightly touching Jin Chen's brow, where his Seeking Ghost Seal lay.

"Only by entering the Underworld can there be reincarnation..."

"I know." Jin Chen embraced him, clasped his cold hand, pressed it to his own chest, and gently rocked him like soothing a child.

"The Underworld has vanished; I will find it again."

"Order has collapsed; I will reshape it for you."

"Yin Chaosheng, I will find for you in this world a life of bliss and safety."

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 26!】

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 100!】