Chapter 344 Settling Old Scores

The explosion of the sealing pillar triggered a chain reaction.

Not only did the pillar on Nangong Ye’s side erupt with terrifying cold, but similar explosions were also occurring in several other locations.

Peach Blossom Immortal’s pupils contracted sharply. She let out a shrill cry:

“Chen Fei! I knew it was you!”

Sensing what was happening, she didn’t hesitate for even a moment—immediately dashing toward the site of the first explosion.

Cold energy swept across the cave.

The vast number of Myriad Realm experts that the demonic sect had painstakingly cultivated through blood and resources were now being slaughtered en masse—more than half dead in an instant.

Deep within the cave—

A group of figures sat cross-legged around a massive icy sculpture, so drenched in thick blood-colored Qi that their faces could no longer be discerned.

A closer look revealed that within the ice sculpture lay a towering figure.

Suddenly, one of them sensed something.

“What’s going on?”

“The sealing stones are rebelling! Cold energy is flooding in!”

As the freezing air rushed toward them, some of the figures immediately summoned protective blood-colored barriers.

Looking down from above, the scene was surreal—eight tunnels leading into the cavern, all sending blasts of cold wind straight toward the icy figure in the center.

But instead of reinforcing the seal, the cold was cracking it—thin fissures began appearing on the surface.

“What’s happening?”

“Looks like the Saintess was right after all. These sealing stones’ power can actually help break the seal on Tian Zhen!”

One voice sounded elated.

But a cold question cut through the joy:

“What about all the Myriad Realm disciples out there?”

The group fell silent.

Then came a voice, gender indistinguishable, yet brimming with fanatical fervor:

“Those disciples sacrificed themselves for the Holy Sect. That is their glory.”

None dared to question further.

No one even dared to look directly at the figure seated among them.

The Sect Master—Yan Wujie.

He looked calmly at the cracks forming across the icy sculpture in front of him, a holy, serene smile spreading across his face.

He stepped forward.

“Tian Zhen, it’s time to wake up.”

Lifting his hand, golden light gathered and coalesced into a divine rune in midair. It floated gently before landing on the ice.

Moments ago, even their combined efforts couldn’t melt the sculpture. But now, under the rune’s influence, the massive ice block rapidly began to melt.

Drip… drip…

Water trickled to the ground.

The giant block diminished visibly. In just a few breaths, the outline of the figure inside became clear.

A majestic being.

Golden markings adorned his forehead. His eyes remained shut, his face lifeless, but his very presence radiated a divine authority—a presence that could not be defiled.

“Sect Master…”

Someone spoke hesitantly. Though the body was now visible, the being inside showed no signs of life.

Yan Wujie smiled and raised his hand.

“No need to worry.”

As his words fell, Tian Zhen’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

Twin golden pupils blazed with overpowering dominance.

With just a glance, all those present retreated in fear—they couldn’t even meet his gaze.

Still smiling, Yan Wujie welcomed him.

“Welcome back, Demon Emperor.”

Tian Zhen’s voice was hoarse, yet magnetic.

“Holy Sect?”

Yan Wujie nodded.

“Over a thousand years have passed. Some things… it’s time we settled.”

Tian Zhen’s lips curled into a cold smirk.

“Then let’s begin by settling how your Holy Sect killed my Empress!”

“Sect Master, watch out!”

“Damn it! We went through all this trouble to free you, and this is how you repay us?!”

The elders shouted in shock as Tian Zhen attacked without hesitation.

But Yan Wujie remained calm, even as the mighty blow surged toward him. He raised a hand—a curtain of golden light blocked Tian Zhen’s strike.

“Heh, looks like you haven’t been idle these thousand years,” Tian Zhen scoffed.

He shattered the golden light with a wave, then calmly pulled back his hand.

“That seal didn’t do much to you, huh?” Yan Wujie still smiled serenely, unfazed.

Tian Zhen narrowed his eyes.

“If I didn’t allow it, who in this world could ever seal me?”

Seeing his arrogant expression, Yan Wujie just shook his head and chuckled.

Then, his eyes shifted upward—toward the ceiling of the cave.

“Seems like our old friend is here as well.”

A dark light flashed in Tian Zhen’s eyes.

“It’s been a long time. This Emperor has missed her too.”

In the blink of an eye, the two of them vanished from the cavern.

Outside the cave—by the sealing pillars—

Chen Fei shivered violently.

Looking around at the now completely frozen world, he couldn’t help but feel a chill of dread.

“As expected of the pillars meant to seal a Demon Emperor… this level of power might be what a true Heaven Ascension Realm feels like.”

He had known that tampering with these seals would be dangerous. So, the moment he triggered the explosion, he had retreated into the Purple Cloud Palace.

Only now did he come out—into what looked like a scene from hell.

Crack!

A light shattering noise echoed out. In front of Chen Fei, a nearby ice sculpture began to collapse.

Nangong Ye appeared, face twisted in fury.

“Chen Fei!”

His hatred was palpable.

Though he had never respected those blood-refined fake experts, they were still the foundation of the Holy Sect’s army.

And this bastard—this single person—had shattered that foundation in one move!

“Destroyed… It’s all been destroyed!”

Grinding his teeth, Nangong Ye’s eyes burned with rage.

“I used to think Peach Blossom Immortal was exaggerating when she talked about you. But today… you’ve proven yourself to be a true threat to the Holy Sect!”

But before he could take action, a calm, elegant voice echoed behind him:

“To think this is how senior brother sees me.”

Nangong Ye froze.

Oh shit.

He had just been badmouthing Peach Blossom behind her back… and now she’d heard everything.

Awkward.

Naturally, Chen Fei wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.

Grinning, he waved at Nangong Ye.

“Careful what you say behind people’s backs next time, Senior Brother. See how awkward this is now?”

A crimson gleam flickered in Nangong Ye’s eyes.

“You’re dead!”

His robe billowed wildly, revealing the red fabric beneath—deep crimson, infused with a sinister force.

Just one glance at it made Chen Fei feel like his very soul was being sucked in.

Fortunately, he still had the Void Heaven Cauldron.

A hum vibrated through his body, and Chen Fei immediately shook off the daze.

But Nangong Ye was already in front of him.

“A mere Myriad Realm ant… you dare mock the Holy Sect? Today marks your end!”

Razor-sharp crimson claws grew from his fingertips as he raised a hand toward Chen Fei’s head.

A murderous glint danced in his eyes.

In his mind, the battle was already over. He was almost disappointed—so much for this so-called “threat.”

But at that moment—

“Senior brother, watch out!”

Peach Blossom Immortal’s voice rang out in panic.