Who Are You

The two conversed through the night.

After making preparations, Ji Lingxuan immediately stood up. Raising her hand, she laid down layers of concealment restrictions that completely enveloped the courtyard. She then took out a breath-concealing jade talisman and crushed it. In an instant, her aura dissipated without a trace, as if she had never existed.

She walked briskly into the secret chamber deep within the courtyard, turned around, and cupped her hands toward Ye Chuan:

"Master, I will wait here for your good news. If anything unexpected happens, I will come to your aid immediately."

Ye Chuan nodded. With a flick of his finger, he executed the disguise technique once more. His physical silhouette, facial features, and demeanor instantly shifted into those of Ji Lingxuan. Pure Taichu spiritual energy swirled around him, capturing the cold and majestic temperament flawlessly.

"Rest assured, nothing will go wrong."

Imitating Ji Lingxuan's clear and steady voice, he turned and strode out of the courtyard, flying toward the Holy Land's forbidden grounds.

Disciples and deacons along the way bowed respectfully upon seeing the Holy Son, none daring to show the slightest negligence.

Ye Chuan kept his eyes straight ahead, his every movement a perfect replica of Ji Lingxuan's usual mannerisms. Even the attendants most familiar with Ji Lingxuan failed to notice anything amiss.

That unique Taichu spiritual energy could not be faked, and the Holy Son's exclusive majesty was even harder to imitate. Only by relying on the power of the Chaos Indestructible Body could Ye Chuan make this disguise absolutely seamless.

Before long, he arrived at the entrance to the forbidden grounds.

Two massive statues of ferocious beasts stood there, their eyes glaring angrily and spiritual pearls held in their jaws, with faint array lights swirling around them.

Standing by the entrance was a white-haired elder with a profound aura, surprisingly stronger than a typical Mahayana Realm cultivator. He guarded the forbidden grounds with a solemn expression, forbidding anyone from trespassing.

Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

Ji Lingxuan had told him the general situation of the forbidden grounds; a Tribulation Transcendence Realm expert was stationed here.

This was probably the highest-realm cultivator he had ever encountered.

The elder surpassed him by two major realms, but that didn't mean Ye Chuan couldn't hold his own against him.

"Your Highness the Holy Son," the elder said upon seeing Ye Chuan, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Does Your Highness have urgent business here today?"

In the past, although Ji Lingxuan was the Holy Son, she had never set foot in the forbidden grounds because she couldn't cultivate the Taichu Heavenly Evolution Art. Her sudden arrival today inevitably made the elder suspicious.

Ye Chuan stopped and spoke in a cold, firm tone, perfectly replicating Ji Lingxuan's demeanor:

"Elder, I have successfully cultivated the Taichu Heavenly Evolution Art. I have come today to enter the forbidden grounds and retrieve the Taichu token to solidify my position as the Holy Son."

"What?!" Upon hearing this, the elder's expression changed slightly. He looked up at Ye Chuan, his eyes full of disbelief, the solemnity on his face instantly replaced by shock.

"Your Highness, you must be joking, right? You were born with the Lunar Divine Body, which inherently rejects the Taichu Heavenly Evolution Art. How could you possibly cultivate this technique? It's absolutely impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?"

"Your Highness, the Taichu Heavenly Evolution Art is a technique of masculine and yang attributes, completely incompatible with your Lunar Divine Body. Forcing yourself to cultivate it will only damage your origin. You absolutely must not joke about this!"

He wasn't questioning Ji Lingxuan; rather, the matter was too bizarre, exceeding everyone's understanding. Even the Holy Land's patriarchs had never seen a Lunar Divine Body able to cultivate the Taichu Heavenly Evolution Art.

Ye Chuan understood his thoughts but remained impassive. Slowly raising his hand, he condensed a wisp of pure Taichu spiritual energy at his fingertips.

As the spiritual energy swirled, it carried a rich aura of heritage that perfectly matched the origin aura of the Taichu Heavenly Evolution Art, even purer and more profound than the auras cultivated by the Holy Land's elders.

"I speak the truth. It is a long story, but the most urgent matter today is to retrieve the Taichu token."

The elder stared intently at the Taichu spiritual energy on Ye Chuan's fingertips, his expression shifting from shock to solemnity. He raised a hand to probe it; the aura was incredibly real. It was definitely not a disguise, nor was it forged using external forces.

The aura of the Taichu Heavenly Evolution Art was unique; outsiders simply couldn't fake a single trace of it.

After a moment of silence, the elder took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Ye Chuan:

"I lost my composure. Congratulations, Your Highness, on mastering the heritage technique! The forbidden grounds' array has been opened. Please enter, Your Highness. I shall stand guard for you here!"

Although he still harbored doubts, he did not dare to stand in the way.

After all, the Taichu spiritual energy on Ye Chuan could not be faked. If Ji Lingxuan had truly mastered this technique, it would be a blessing for the Holy Land.

Retrieving the Taichu token would also completely solidify the position of the Holy Son and quell internal disputes within the Holy Land.

Ye Chuan gave a slight nod. Without another word, he turned and stepped into the entrance of the forbidden grounds.

The moment he stepped inside, a bone-piercing chill instantly swept over him. Completely different from the rich and pure spiritual energy outside, the forbidden grounds were filled with a heart-palpitating murderous intent and a decaying stench, as if he had stepped into an ancient realm of peril.

He looked up, and the sight before him was startling.

Inside the forbidden grounds, the ground was cracked and covered with dark red marks resembling dried blood. The air was thick with the smell of blood and decay, making one's throat tighten.

Flanking the path were thick, pitch-black iron chains. The chains were as thick as bowls, their surfaces rusted yet still radiating faint spiritual fluctuations. The other ends of the chains bound massive coffins.

The coffins were entirely black, carved with complex and eerie runes. From the crevices of the coffins, it felt as though slumbering giant beasts could awaken at any moment.

One didn't even need to think to know that lying within these coffins were the past patriarchs of the Taichu Holy Land. For various reasons, they had failed to ascend and were sealed here in slumber.

The surrounding murderous intent felt almost tangible, constantly assaulting Ye Chuan, attempting to erode his divine soul and tear his physical body apart.

Yet, Ye Chuan remained calm. An invisible barrier of chaos automatically emerged around him, isolating all the murderous intent and black mist.

As the Chaos Indestructible Body circulated, the bone-piercing chill and eerie black mist not only failed to harm him in the slightest but were quietly absorbed by his flesh, converting into faint chaotic power.

Following the direction Ji Lingxuan had described, he flew deeper into the forbidden grounds. The sound of his flight seemed exceptionally harsh in the dead silence of the area.

Along the way, the aura from the coffins grew increasingly intense. Occasionally, a coffin would vibrate slightly, emitting a faint, muffled thud, as if its occupant had been disturbed.

Before long, Ye Chuan reached the deepest part of the forbidden grounds.

A massive stone platform stood there. Built of white jade, it was carved with ancient Taichu runes that shimmered with faint spiritual light. In the center of the platform rested a translucent white seal.

The seal was smooth and warm to the touch, entirely enveloped in rich Taichu spiritual energy. It was precisely the token of the Taichu Holy Land's Holy Son, the Taichu Seal.

It had been placed there by generations of the Holy Land's leaders, left for the next Holy Son to retrieve and use.

Moreover, this seal could command the vast majority of the arrays and resources within the Holy Land.

Ye Chuan walked briskly up to the stone platform and reached out to grasp the Taichu Seal.

It felt warm in his hand. A surge of pure Taichu spiritual energy instantly flowed into his body, perfectly harmonizing with his own Taichu spiritual energy without the slightest rejection.

Yes, this was the item.

Time to take it back to the Holy Son.

Just as he gripped the Taichu Seal tightly and prepared to turn and leave—

A deep, ancient, and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind. Carrying a terrifying pressure that made the heart tremble, it echoed through the silent forbidden grounds:

"Who are you?"