58: Chapter 58 Reunion of Siblings - The Emperor's Heart Turns Slightly Cold

In the crowd, Fuxi stood beside Dijun. Seeing Nüwa's figure, he was first stunned, then his pupils shrank as his voice trembled with excitement: "Nüwa!"

Nüwa heard his voice and looked over, her gaze falling on Fuxi's face. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she asked hesitantly, "Are you... Fuxi?"

"It's me! It's really me!" Confirming the person before him was indeed his sister, Fuxi was overjoyed. He immediately turned to Dijun and said eagerly, "Fellow Daoist Dijun, this is my biological sister, Nüwa."

Dijun had been captivated by Nüwa's peerless beauty, but he snapped back to his senses upon hearing this, unable to hide his shock—this was Nüwa?

Before he could finish speaking, Fuxi had already stepped forward quickly.

"Sister, I have finally found you!" He opened his arms, wanting to pull Nüwa into a hug.

Nüwa shifted half a step, calmly avoiding him, her lips curling slightly. "Brother Fuxi, I hope you have been well."

Fuxi froze, looking somewhat embarrassed.

At that moment, Dijun stepped forward slowly with a refined smile, cupping his hands in greeting. "I am Dijun. It is a pleasure to meet you, Fellow Daoist Nüwa."

Nüwa glanced at him indifferently and did not return the gesture.

Dijun felt slightly awkward and gave a dry laugh, then his gaze fell upon Jiang Chen beside Nüwa. Seeing their fingers intertwined, his eyes turned cold.

"I wonder who this fellow daoist..."

"Scram."

"No, I just wanted to ask—"

Before he could finish, Jiang Chen's ice-cold gaze swept over him.

In an instant, Dijun's mind shook violently, as if he were being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast. A chill rushed from his spine to the top of his head, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"Scram."

In the next instant, Dijun flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spraying fresh blood across the sky.

Everything happened too fast for anyone to react.

"Big brother!"

Taiyi leapt up and caught Dijun's broken body.

"Cough, cough, cough—" Dijun coughed violently, his face as pale as paper, his breath weak and his life hanging by a thread.

Only then did the crowd snap out of it, and they were all horrified to see Dijun in such a dying state.

To severely wound Dijun like this with just a single thought—such strength was terrifying!

"Who exactly is this person? To have such heaven-defying methods!"

Everyone involuntarily took a step back, their eyes filled with fear as they all looked toward Jiang Chen.

Before the Zixiao Palace gates, Minghe also stared at Jiang Chen, his brow furrowed. Although he had never seen this person's face, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"Strange..." he murmured in a low voice, his expression puzzled.

The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, the leader of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and other powerful figures of the Primordial ancient clans secretly rejoiced. They had long held a grudge against Dijun's lineage—when Dijun founded the Demon Race and received the recognition of the Heavenly Dao, the move had angered countless ancient bloodlines.

If this were not in front of Zixiao Palace, they would have already taken their revenge.

Fuxi looked at Jiang Chen with a mix of shock and anger, opening his mouth to rebuke him.

"You—"

"Hm."

Jiang Chen turned his head slightly and gave a cold glance. Fuxi was instantly as if frozen in ice; his words stopped abruptly, and he forced them back into his stomach.

Taiyi held Dijun, his eyes blood-red and filled with murderous intent.

Suddenly, an ancient giant bell surged out of his body. The bell boomed, shaking the void and causing the world to change color.

"chaos bell!!!"

Upon seeing this, everyone's expression changed.

Clang— Clang— Clang—

The sound of the bell contained the power to suppress all laws, making space itself tremble. Taiyi roared at the sky and charged forward with the bell, lunging straight at Jiang Chen.

"You hurt my brother! Pay with your life!"

Facing the attacking Taiyi, a sneer appeared on the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth. A mere Daluo dared to act fierce before him?

"Kneel."

A thunderous shout exploded in Taiyi's ears. Instantly, his body lost control, his knees buckled, and he actually fell to the ground, kneeling before Jiang Chen.

The entire scene fell into a dead silence once again.

Jiang Chen tapped his fingertip lightly, and the chaos bell left Taiyi's hand, landing steadily in Jiang Chen's palm.

Taiyi was terrified and tried to recall his Dharma treasure, only to find that his spiritual connection with it had been completely severed.

"Give the chaos bell back to me!"

"From today on, it belongs to me." Jiang Chen's voice was flat but carried an authority that brooked no disobedience. He then waved his hand to erase Taiyi's imprint within the bell.

Pfft—

Taiyi spat out a mouthful of heart's blood, his body staggering.

Fresh blood gushed from Taiyi's lips, and his face turned as pale as paper. His gaze toward Jiang Chen was a mix of horror and rage.

As Taiyi's imprint completely vanished, the chaos bell let out an excited hum and slowly rotated around Jiang Chen's body, as if submitting to its master.

"This..." Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. The chaos bell, which was always violent and uncontrollable, was now as docile as a young beast.

Jiang Chen remained unmoved, his eyes calm. He was the direct descendant of the Pangu Bloodline, and the chaos bell was originally formed from the handle of the pangu axe; it was naturally submissive to him.

Waving his hand to incorporate the chaos bell into his body, Jiang Chen's eyes flickered as he thought to himself, "Now, I'm only missing that pangu banner."

At that moment, a vast and boundless pressure descended from the depths of chaos.

Boom—!

The void formation trembled violently. Everyone's minds shook, and their faces changed drastically.

In an instant, a giant silver-white eye appeared in the sky, hanging above everyone's heads, looking down indifferently.

"Heav... Heavenly Dao!!!" Everyone's pupils shrank, their faces filled with fear.

The manifestation of the Heavenly Dao! The true Heavenly Dao had descended!

Even the Three Pure Ones could not stop their bodies from trembling, cold sweat sliding down their cheeks like rain.

Only Jiang Chen remained standing with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent. He looked up at that eye of heavenly dao, a cold smile curling on his lips: "Heavenly Dao, long time no see."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire field was shocked. Who would dare to address the Heavenly Dao so directly and with such contemptuous tone?

Because she was standing beside Jiang Chen, Nüwa was not affected by the pressure. Listening to the voice of the Heavenly Dao, her gaze moved slightly as she murmured, "So... 'Jiang Chen' is your true name."

"Sorry, I've hidden it for too long." Jiang Chen raised his hand and gently stroked her silken hair.

At this time, Minghe, who had been sitting quietly before the Zixiao Palace gates, suddenly stood up, his face filled with uncontrollable excitement.

Then, under countless shocked gazes, Minghe fell to his knees and bowed loudly: "This disciple greets Master!"

"What?!" Everyone was stunned. This person was actually Minghe's master!

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

A figure in a black robe suddenly appeared before Jiang Chen, dropping to one knee, his voice low and respectful.

It was Hou Qing, one of the Four Great Corpse Kings who had been ordered to secretly protect Minghe.

Seeing this, Minghe realized the truth. Ever since leaving the Sea of Blood, he had always felt a gaze following him; it turned out Hou Qing had been protecting his path all along.

For a moment, he was quite moved.

Suddenly, a brilliant purple light rose around Jiang Chen. The light was so intense that everyone was forced to close their eyes.

When the radiance faded and everyone opened their eyes again, the Jiang Chen before them was a completely different person.

He wore an Imperial Crown and a noble purple Imperial Robe. His long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shimmering with purple light, reaching his waist.

His entire body was permeated with endless Dao rhythms. His eyes were cold and deep, like cracks in an abyss, soul-stirring and making people afraid to look directly at him.

From head to toe, he exuded a supreme majesty that transcended the ages and looked down upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

This was the true Jiang Chen.

Nüwa stared at the person before her, stunned for a moment.

"What is it?" Jiang Chen chuckled, his lips turning up in a devilish arc. "Don't recognize me anymore?"