428: Chapter 428 The God Locked on the Dragon Bed! The Shattering of the Supreme Being's Forgetfulness

The bloody scent in the starry sky had yet to dissipate, and the festive large red lanterns within the Xu Family still swayed in the night wind.

Xu Chen held Shen Xi's slender waist, which was barely a handful, and took a step forward; the surrounding Law of Space receded to both sides like ripples in water.

When the two reappeared, they had already returned to the main palace sleeping quarters, where incense curled and the character for "joy" hung high.

Su Qingge, Luo Hongyi, and his other wives had already been waiting in the hall for a long time.

Seeing their husband go out and not only repel the Heavenly Dao but also capture that high-and-mighty Goddess of the Heavens alive, the women's eyes held not a hint of sympathy, but rather a sense of watching a good show.

In this world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak—especially since the other party had issued a death warrant first—kindness to the enemy was cruelty to oneself.

"Husband, how do you plan to handle this block of ice that fell from the sky?"

Luo Hongyi walked forward barefoot, her beautiful eyes scanning Shen Xi, who was confined in Xu Chen's arms. The scrutinizing look in her gaze caused this goddess, accustomed to looking down on all living beings, to feel a surge of intense discomfort.

"Naturally, I'll keep her and train her slowly."

Xu Chen chuckled and released his large hand from Shen Xi's waist.

Before Shen Xi could make a move, a deep purple-gold glow surged from his palm. It was Hongmeng Creation Qi of the utmost purity, which, the moment it left his body, transformed into four Law chains shimmering with complex Dao runes.

"Clang—"

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed within the sleeping quarters.

The four Grandmist chains seemed to possess a life of their own, instantly coiling around Shen Xi's jade-white wrists and ankles.

In the next moment, Xu Chen flicked his sleeve.

Shen Xi's delicate body, a perfect masterpiece of the Creator, flew backward uncontrollably and fell heavily onto the massive white jade dragon bed covered in Tianshan Snow Silkworm Silk.

The four chains fastened to the four corners of the dragon bed, firmly confining this arrogant Heavenly Arbiter in a "spread-eagle" position in the center of the bed.

"The Soundproofing Formation of this sleeping quarters has been activated."

Xu Chen turned around and looked at Su Qingge and the others.

"Qingge, you all go to the side hall to rest first. Hongyi, take your sisters and drink the Calming Soup sent by the Grand Elder. Although that Lightning Tribulation just now didn't hurt you, it must have disturbed your fetal Qi to some extent; you mustn't be careless."

Su Qingge naturally understood her husband's underlying meaning.

The dignified matriarch nodded slightly without asking a single question.

She turned around and methodically ushered the rest of the sisters out of the main palace hall.

Before leaving, Wu Mingkong stopped and looked back at Shen Xi locked on the dragon bed, her lips curling into a cold smile that mixed overbearingness with sympathy.

As the Empress who once controlled the Great Wu Empire, she knew all too well what a devastating blow it was for a proud woman to fall from a high throne and become a prisoner.

Moreover, this was a deity who considered herself the Heavenly Dao.

"Clang."

The heavy hall doors were tightly closed from the outside.

Within the vast sleeping quarters, only the occasional crackle of the dragon and phoenix wedding candles and the faint scent of Calming Incense filled the air.

Xu Chen was in no hurry to walk to the bed; instead, he leisurely walked to a bronze wine vessel and poured himself a cup of Immortal Wine brewed from the essence of stars.

Holding the wine cup, he turned to look at Shen Xi, who was locked on the dragon bed.

Her originally pristine white divine robe had become somewhat disheveled during the fall and struggle. The wide collar was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of snowy-white skin that could cause the Dao Heart of even the most disciplined Cultivator to collapse.

Her long, straight jade legs, set against the red brocade quilt, exuded a breathtaking allure.

But the owner of this delicate body, capable of driving the myriad realms mad, now kept her dark-gold eyes tightly shut.

There was no anger or fear on Shen Xi's face; even her breathing had become faint and barely audible.

She was like an exquisite ice sculpture devoid of life, lying there quietly, allowing the chains that symbolized humiliation to leave faint red marks on her wrists.

"Stop playing dead."

Xu Chen tilted his head and drained the Immortal Wine, casually tossing the bronze cup onto the floor with a crisp thud.

He slowly walked to the dragon bed, looking down from above at this high-and-mighty goddess.

"Your divine generals have been slaughtered to the last, and those remnants of the myriad realms who counted on your Heavenly Temple to uphold justice have already handed over their Life-soul Contracts and are kneeling at my feet like dogs."

Xu Chen's voice was tinged with undisguised cruelty and a sharpness that dissected the heart.

"Now, you have nothing left but this body."

Shen Xi's long silver eyelashes trembled slightly.

She finally opened her eyes slowly.

In those dark-gold eyes, there was none of the humiliation or rage Xu Chen had expected. Instead, there was only a kind of dead-water-like resolve and an emptiness that had seen through all things in the Mortal World.

"Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions; regarding all things as straw dogs."

Shen Xi's voice remained as cold as ice, as if the person locked here wasn't herself, but a stranger who had nothing to do with her.

"As an Incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, I was born in accordance with the rules. Being inferior in skill and defeated by you today is also a variable within the deductions of the Heavenly Dao."

She slightly raised her snowy-white, slender swan neck, looking at Xu Chen with a gaze that was almost pitying.

"But if you think that using these lowly Magic Treasures and Mortal humiliations can break my Dao Heart, then that is simply too laughable."

As soon as she finished speaking.

At the center of Shen Xi's brow, a cluster of golden light, brilliant to the extreme, suddenly lit up.

It wasn't a fluctuation of spiritual power; it was the fire of her Origin from the deepest part of her Divine Soul.

To preserve that eternal "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions" Dao Heart and to prevent the will of the Heavenly Dao from being disgraced in the hands of this Mortal, this Goddess of the Heavens actually chose the most tragic method—severing her own Divine Soul!

On this bed full of worldly desires, she intended to turn her Divine Soul, along with this perfect shell, completely into nothingness and return to the Origin of the Heavenly Dao.

"You want to die?"

A cold, sinister ferocity flashed in Xu Chen's eyes.

He snorted coldly, and his cultivation at the Peak of the Great Emperor realm erupted without reservation.

Xu Chen leaned down directly and grabbed Shen Xi's sharp and exquisite chin.

His broad and powerful palm, like an insurmountable iron gate, clamped firmly onto the bone of Shen Xi's lower jaw; the immense force even made her let out a painful groan.

"Buzz—"

Within Xu Chen's body, the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art and the Hongmeng Creation Qi operated in reverse simultaneously.

An overbearing swallowing force, pushed to the extreme, surged along Xu Chen's fingertips and frantically poured into Shen Xi's brow.

The cluster of golden Origin Fire that had just lit up was like encountering a torrential downpour; it didn't even last a single breath before it was forcibly suppressed by Xu Chen until it was completely extinguished.

"Cough, cough..."

With the self-severing of her Divine Soul forcibly interrupted, Shen Xi suffered a severe backlash.

She coughed violently, and a trail of crimson divine blood slid from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her snowy-white divine robe like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, a shocking sight.

In those eternally calm dark-gold eyes, a hint of undisguisable astonishment and panic finally emerged.

She discovered that not only had she lost the ability to mobilize the Laws, but now, even the right to seek death had been completely stripped away by this man.

"Did I give you permission to die?"

Xu Chen gripped her chin, forcing her to lift her head and look directly into his purple-gold eyes filled with possessiveness.

The distance between them was less than an inch, their breaths intertwining.

"The rules of this world are now set by this Emperor. Your life is also this Emperor's trophy."

Xu Chen looked at those dark-gold eyes, which were slightly rippling with humiliation and panic; the smile at the corner of his mouth grew deeper and more wicked.

"Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions? What a laughable term."

"Since you are high and mighty and regard all things as straw dogs, then today, this Emperor will drag you—the most noble straw dog—into this most muddy Mortal World."

Xu Chen released his grip on her chin.

Amidst the tooth-aching sound of fabric tearing.

That snowy-white divine robe, symbolizing the majesty of the Heavenly Dao and inscribed with countless formation patterns, was ruthlessly torn to shreds by Xu Chen and casually discarded beneath the bed.

In the flickering light of the red candles.

A perfect delicate body, enough to drive all male creatures in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms into a frenzy, was exposed without reservation to Xu Chen's gaze.

On Shen Xi's originally cold face, a deep blush finally spread uncontrollably.

She instinctively wanted to curl up her body, but the Grandmist chains on her limbs held her firmly in place, preventing her from making even the slightest attempt to cover herself.

"Don't be in a hurry to close your eyes."

Xu Chen casually pulled off the thin black inner garment he was wearing, revealing a perfect Great Emperor physique that had been tempered by ten thousand Lightning Tribulations and seemed cast from divine iron.

He knelt on one knee on the dragon bed, looking down at the perfect delicate body trembling slightly from humiliation; his voice was low and raspy, carrying an irresistible magic.

"The night is still long."

"This Emperor has plenty of time to let you experience on this dragon bed exactly what the seven emotions and six desires taste like."