“Why is this?” The Xuanji Holy Lord pondered internally. Could it be due to the Reincarnation Secret Art? But she had already resolved to achieve supreme glory in this life! She couldn't quite grasp it. “Boom!” The Xuanji Holy Lord streaked across the sky, tearing through the void wherever she passed, leaving a trail like a shimmering river of stars. Ye Chen suddenly asked, “Senior, have you heard any news of my Master or my Junior Brother Chen Changsheng?” The Xuanji Holy Lord parted her lips slightly. “Yes.” Hearing this, Ye Chen turned to Ji Fuyao. “Senior Sister, so Junior Brother Changsheng really is in the Emperor Realm Area?” Ji Fuyao smiled, a hint of knowing amusement in her eyes. “Actually, I suspected Junior Brother Changsheng was in the Emperor Realm Area before, but I wasn't certain.” Ye Chen asked, puzzled, “Why?” Ji Fuyao's eyes flickered as she recalled something. “Back at the Destroying Heaven Luo Temple Branch, I felt a powerful expert protecting me from behind. Sometimes, a White Robe Great Emperor would appear, but I distinctly felt that he was different from Master. I suspect it was Junior Brother Chen Changsheng!” Ye Chen was utterly stunned. “How is that possible? Junior Brother Chen Changsheng can kill Nine-star Great Emperors? He only appears to be in the Profound Venerate Realm!” Ji Fuyao chuckled. “That White Robe Great Emperor is far too different from Master. His fighting style isn't like Master's either.” Ye Chen asked, still confused, “What do you mean?” Ji Fuyao thought for a moment. “That White Robe Great Emperor's moves were... too reasonable?” Ye Chen frowned. “Reasonable?” Divine light shimmered in Ji Fuyao's beautiful eyes. “Think about Master's battles. All his moves are unreasonable! No one else fights like that! Remember when he fought the hundreds-of-miles-long Great Emperor of the Ye Clan and Duan Hunsheng, effortlessly holding them in one hand? Who else in this world could do such a thing?” Ye Chen suddenly understood. “You're right! It's because Master is simply invincible. He fights however he pleases, even giving the feeling of toying with his enemies. But that's precisely what invincibility means—his actions don't need to be 'reasonable'!” Ji Fuyao gave a faint smile. “And that White Robe Great Emperor is too cautious, too steady. Master would never be so restrained.” A woman's intuition was incredibly sharp! She had secretly observed her Master countless times. Whether it was the same person or not, she could tell instantly! Ye Chen nodded. “That's true.” A hint of excitement appeared on his face. “Once we find Junior Brother Chen Changsheng, we should definitely beat him up! After all, he's the junior brother, right?” Ji Fuyao let out a soft laugh. Junior Brother Chen Changsheng was truly too 'Gou'! He had even sparred with Fang Yan, Luo Lingkong, and Liu Xuan in the past, defeating them with strange, unconventional moves. It was absurd. The Xuanji Holy Lord listened to Ji Fuyao and Ye Chen's discussion, a flicker of surprise in her own heart. What astonished her wasn't Lu Xuan, but Chen Changsheng. This Chen Changsheng was far too enigmatic; throughout the endless eons, she had never once heard his name. And his appearance was equally strange, suddenly becoming Lu Xuan's disciple, a member of the Grand Dao Sect. Just then, Ji Fuyao's gaze, clear as water, swept over the Xuanji Holy Lord's ethereal form. As if casually, she asked Ye Chen, “Junior Brother Ye Chen, do you think Master will take on more disciples?” Ye Chen gave a dry cough. “Ahem...” He understood the unspoken meaning behind his Senior Sister's words. But he wouldn't dare ask the Xuanji Holy Lord directly, “Senior, would you be willing to become my Master's disciple?” Ji Fuyao didn't press the matter. Days later, the Xuanji Holy Lord stood gracefully in the void, her peerless figure descending above the Yanwu Sect Branch. She still presented only her perfect, flawless back to Ji Fuyao and Ye Chen. With a soft hum, the Xuanji Holy Lord gently set Ji Fuyao and Ye Chen down on the ground. Still without turning, she said faintly, “I'm leaving.” Ye Chen asked, “Senior, are you heading to the Above Emperor Realm Area?” The Xuanji Holy Lord nodded softly, then used a crystalline jade hand to gather her long hair, revealing the delicate, flawless skin of her cheek. Even just a profile of her jade-like face was breathtakingly beautiful. The next instant, the Xuanji Holy Lord lingered no more. Her figure floated upwards, her jade hand tearing through the firmament as she stepped into the void, vanishing before Ji Fuyao and Ye Chen like an ethereal immortal. Ji Fuyao and Ye Chen exchanged glances, both a little dazed. They had spent half a month with the Xuanji Holy Lord, only to part ways like this. The Xuanji Holy Lord was a woman of few words, her speech as precious as gold. And even now, they had never seen the full face of Xuanji Holy Lord Baili. A faint smile graced Ji Fuyao's exquisite face. “Junior Brother Ye Chen, I don't think our story with Xuanji Holy Lord Baili is over. In the depths of destiny, there's always a fixed number. You were once saved by the Xuanji Holy Lord, and now you've met again. It's as if an invisible hand is guiding all of this, don't you think?” Ye Chen rubbed his nose, chuckling. “I don't know whether I should call Senior Xuanji, 'Senior,' or 'Junior Sister,' if Master were to take her as a disciple.” They both smiled at each other. A moment later, Ji Fuyao and Ye Chen stopped joking. They looked up, gazing towards the territory of the Yanwu Sect Branch. Majestic peaks rose one after another, piercing the clouds. The seals and restrictions upon them were shattered, like ruined stars, some still emitting a faint glow. The earth was riddled with countless, deep fissures that had formed vast canyons. Within the mountain peaks and canyons, broken cave dwellings could be seen. Looking around, they spotted colossal bone fragments, and as they walked, their steps occasionally crushed ancient bones into dust. The sky above was a canvas of fragmented Dao patterns, flickering and shifting ceaselessly. Ji Fuyao and Ye Chen continued forward. A profound sense of ancient time washed over them. They could imagine the prosperity of this Outer World Overlord-level Power in its prime, yet it had still been swallowed by the river of time, reduced to such a desolate state. Even so, in the depths of the territory, within the underground world, a brilliant divine radiance faintly surged forth, intensely luminous. Just then, a clamor reached them from afar. It was a group of high-star Great Emperors from other major powers in the Southern Wilds, attempting to break through the Yanwu Sect's seals and restrictions to enter the area. Ji Fuyao and Ye Chen were surprised to realize that ancient restrictions still existed outside the Yanwu Sect Branch; the Xuanji Holy Lord had simply bypassed them and placed them directly inside the sealed territory. Ji Fuyao looked at Ye Chen. “Let's go. This time, I'm going to Attain Emperor!” Ye Chen declared, “Me too.” Soon, they found an ancient stone stele. Scattered at its base were broken stones, severed heads, and shattered limbs—the remnants of a broken stone sculpture. Ji Fuyao raised her jade hand and struck the ancient stele with a burst of divine radiance, instantly making it glow with a crystalline sheen. Ancient script appeared on its surface: “Endless Star River, ruled by the Flame Ancestor, ten thousand fires burning the star river. The Martial Ancestor's realm, divine might vast and boundless, shaking the eight desolations of the cosmos. Vast heavens, Flame Ancestor, Martial Ancestor...”