Chapter 4046: A Beautiful Scene (Seventh Update)
Chapter 4046: Chapter 4046: A Beautiful Scene (Seventh Update)
Separated by the ice sculpture, Ye Chen gazed at Wei Ying’s face, hoping that the Wei Ying within the ice could open her eyes and take a look at him.
Yet at this moment, Wei Ying did not make the slightest movement; even her eyelashes did not tremble. Her consciousness seemed to have long since lost itself in this boundlessly chilling Extreme Cold Netherworld Prison, trapped in the deepest depths of her heart, never again to be awakened.
"No, nothing will happen to you. I won’t allow anything to happen to you!"
Ye Chen’s gaze was resolute. The next instant, as he stared at the ice sculpture, the muscles on his body bulged; in a flash his frame actually doubled in size, and violent power surged out from his enlarged physical body.
At this time, Ye Chen had already hurled a ferocious punch, smashing it hard against the ice layer. He wanted to shatter this ice sculpture and rescue Wei Ying, to wake her up. Yet with this punch, the ice sculpture remained completely unscathed, while a cracking sound came from Ye Chen’s fist as the bones in his fingers shattered one after another.
This ice sculpture was far too hard, even tougher than the ice layer that had previously blocked Ye Chen’s path. Ye Chen’s expression turned grim as he realized there was simply no possibility of breaking this ice sculpture.
Afterward, Ye Chen launched attack after attack at the ice sculpture. His arms were faintly fracturing, completely confirming his suspicion: this ice sculpture could not be broken.
This ice sculpture seemed to be the embodiment of the Heaven and Earth Rules of this Extreme Cold Netherworld Prison. The Extreme Cold Netherworld Prison appeared to sense the threat Wei Ying posed to it, and thus activated the Extreme Cold Law to freeze Wei Ying.
And faced with this Extreme Cold Law, Wei Ying was completely helpless, utterly unable to resist. In the end she fell to relying on Power of Life to barely withstand the Fate of being frozen, but her consciousness had already sunk into it.
"No, I must bring you back to life!"
Ye Chen stared steadfastly at Wei Ying. He could see the glow radiating from her body growing ever weaker. Wei Ying’s Power of Life was already extremely thin; her Vitality was constantly dissipating, and it would not be long before she perished.
There was no time to lose. Ye Chen’s gaze flickered, and in the next instant he tightly embraced the Wei Ying who had turned into an ice sculpture. On this ice sculpture, the Extreme Cold Law belonging to the Extreme Cold Netherworld Prison erupted at once. The intent of Wujin Bing Han was razor-sharp, piercing through Ye Chen’s skin.
In an instant, Ye Chen’s Blood and Flesh were a blur, his fresh blood dyeing the ice sculpture red, yet at this moment, Ye Chen’s eyes shone with a bright gleam.
"Sizzle!"
At this moment, the reincarnation bloodline burst forth with boundless Divine Might, enough to make the All Heavens tremble and the Universe overturn. This was the power of Samsara, Wujin grandeur, Wujin majesty.
Though Ye Chen’s fresh blood did not emit any radiant light, it seemed to transform into the most blazing fire in the Dark Night, scorching the Extreme Cold Law of this Extreme Cold Netherworld Prison until it sizzled and hissed.
And at this moment, the Cold Ice encasing Wei Ying was rapidly melting. The ice sculpture was vanishing, and the slumbering Wei Ying within gradually revealed her figure.
"I knew it—the reincarnation bloodline could produce a miraculous effect. I gambled right!"
Feeling the dissolution of the ice sculpture and watching Wei Ying’s true face gradually appear before him, a light flared in Ye Chen’s eyes.
Meanwhile, deep within the already lost mind of Wei Ying, there was an incomparably beautiful magical world.
Golden sunlight cascaded down from the sky, carrying the joy of autumn’s harvest. Falling upon one’s body, it was warmly comforting, making one involuntarily want to lie under this sunlight and take a nap.
At this moment, Wei Ying was sitting outside a magnificent Palace. There was a jade reclining chair here, one exclusively hers. She lay on the chair, gazing at the golden fields not far away, watching that busy figure in the fields, Wujin gentleness in her eyes.
"Let me help you."
Wei Ying lightly patted the armrest of the reclining chair, her figure rising into the air as she flew toward that figure.
Hearing Wei Ying’s voice, the man in the fields turned his head—it was actually Ye Chen.
Ye Chen looked at Wei Ying, his eyes full of doting affection, yet also tinged with a hint of panic. Seeing her flying over, he immediately stepped forward to greet her, supporting Wei Ying and bringing her down from the sky to the ground.
"How could I let you help? Just take good care of yourself."
Ye Chen spoke with a slightly reproachful tone. Looking at Wei Ying’s slightly rounded belly, his eyes, however, were filled with Wujin tenderness.
"Haha, look how nervous you are. It hasn’t been that long."
Seeing this, Wei Ying couldn’t help but smile. She reached out and gave her own belly a carefree pat, startling Ye Chen into hurriedly grabbing her hand.
"Don’t fool around. Go back and lie down properly for me."
Ye Chen’s face hardened as he spoke with great seriousness.
Seeing Ye Chen like this, Wei Ying wasn’t afraid in the least. Instead, she gave a playful smile and leaned into Ye Chen’s embrace.
Looking at this golden field, the fruit of the labor she and Ye Chen had put in together, Wei Ying felt incomparably satisfied.
"Days like this are truly wonderful."
Wei Ying couldn’t help but say. Since she and Ye Chen had secluded themselves in this hidden paradise, it had already been more than ten thousand years.
For these ten thousand years, every single day had been this peaceful, yet indescribably beautiful—no strife, no hatred, no scheming or plotting, and no need to live in constant fear of dangers that might descend at any moment.
Everything was so intoxicating.
"Yes, these are the truly wonderful days."
Ye Chen held Wei Ying, gently stroking her silky long hair, kissing her forehead, his words overflowing with tenderness.
At this time, not far away, a group of people carrying hoes and wearing expressions of blissful smiles walked back. Seeing Ye Chen and Wei Ying leaning together under the sunlight, they hurriedly saluted, then all laughed and said, "Oh, how enviable."
"Indeed, the Venerable Immortals’ relationship is truly wonderful."
Voices of discussion rose, speaking of the simplest, most rustic topics, yet these were the matters the villagers cared about most. Very ordinary, but having such people as neighbors was what put one most at ease.
Ye Chen and Wei Ying had lived here for a long time, greatly improving the lives of these villagers. Thus the villagers held them in high esteem, addressing them as Venerable Immortal.
This magical world was far too beautiful. If Wei Ying were to completely lose herself here and her physical body in the outside world fell, then her consciousness would forever remain in this beautiful magical world.
And in this magical world, Wei Ying lived such days for who knows how many years more—perhaps a thousand, perhaps ten thousand—ever the same serenity, ever the same beauty.
In the past, she had gone through Wujin battles and slaughter; such memories always caused one to jolt awake from dreams, drenched in cold sweat, body trembling. Those days filled one with revulsion, never to be experienced again.
At this moment, Wei Ying stood in front of the Palace as usual, watching Ye Chen busy on the ridge of the field not far away, when she suddenly saw the sky actually shaking, actually trembling.
The sky shattered, and piece after piece of Space Fragment came crashing down. Boundless blood-red poured out from the Void, and this sky instantly turned into Wujin Blood Light.
Beneath the sky, villagers with terrified faces fled from the fields, rushing to Wei Ying, yearning for an answer.
And Ye Chen also turned from the ridge of the field, looking back toward Wei Ying.