The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3400: Farewell to My Past Life and Ren! (First Update)

"What is this..."

Ye Chen stared at the crystal stone, his heart filled with immediate shock.

A faint black light pulsed from the stone, carrying a trace of an ancient and enigmatic aura. It seemed to share a profound connection with Ren Feifan's stone pillar within the Samsara Graveyard!

As Ye Chen gripped the crystal, the desolate roar of a dragon seemed to resonate within his mind, an incredibly peculiar sensation.

"Kid, what is the matter?"

The Sky-covering Demon Emperor inquired, his voice laced with doubt.

"Senior Demon Emperor, there is something strange about this crystal stone! I must investigate it. Please make yourself comfortable for a moment."

Ye Chen escorted the Sky-covering Demon Emperor into the Demon Suppression Hall, arranging a temporary place for him to stay. He then retreated to his private room alone and immediately entered the Samsara Graveyard.

Rumble!

The moment his feet touched the ground of the Samsara Graveyard, a thunderous commotion erupted from its deepest reaches.

The ancient stone pillar exploded with a magnificent and incomparable radiance.

Nine divine dragons were coiled around the pillar, lifting their heads to let out earth-shaking roars.

A supreme and majestic pressure descended, enveloping the entirety of the Samsara Graveyard.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The crystal stone in Ye Chen's hand began to vibrate violently. It was resonating with the stone pillar, their energies clashing and merging into a unique, rhythmic pulse.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, the sharp whistle of sword Qi slicing through the air rang out.

The Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword, left behind by Ren Feifan, soared into the sky. It hovered in the mid-air of the Samsara Graveyard, vibrating with a clear, resonant sword hum.

Faint strands of starlight draped over the blade, making it appear radiant and magnificent.

Ye Chen stood there, stunned. He could feel the Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword emitting waves of majestic Source Qi. Its fierce, murderous intent had already surpassed that of the "Four Immortal Slaying Swords," ascending to an unknown level of power.

Splash!

Ripples of sword light spread outward like crashing waves.

The reality surrounding Ye Chen began to twist and warp.

The sounds of clashing battle formations suddenly filled his ears.

Overwhelming war cries, the ringing of steel, the thunder of exploding spells, and the collision of powerful magic treasures resounded continuously, nearly deafening him.

He also heard endless wailing and screams of agony that made his skin crawl.

The entire landscape of the Samsara Graveyard shifted, transforming completely into a vast, ancient battlefield.

The sky turned a suffocating dull grey, choked by the smoke and gloom of an eternal war.

A pale sun hung overhead, nearly hidden by the rising fumes and the thick aura of slaughter.

The earth was cracked and dry, soaked in the flowing blood of divine lineages. Crows circled low in the sky, while the distant, rhythmic thunder of war drums echoed through the air.

This ancient battlefield was densely packed with powerful figures as far as the eye could see.

Every single figure radiated a divine glow and an imposing majesty. None were below the threshold of the Holy Ancestor Realm. Though their exact levels were unknown, any one of them could have been a legendary giant in their own era.

In the very heart of this carnage stood two tall, heroic men.

One man possessed an extraordinary aura and a commanding presence. He was shrouded in an ethereal intent that seemed to transcend the mortal world. Dressed in a black robe with a cape concealing his face, boundless starlight and divine radiance bloomed beneath his every step.

The other man radiated the brilliance of the Six Paths of Samsara. Behind him, a Reincarnation Plate rotated slowly. He stood like the Sovereign of heaven and earth, the supreme ruler of the Ten Thousand Realms, radiating an awe-inspiring power.

"It is actually Senior Ren and the Samsara Master!"

Even though Senior Ren’s face was completely hidden, making it difficult to sense him clearly, Ye Chen knew without a doubt that this man was Ren!

Ye Chen watched the scene in a daze. Ren Feifan and the Samsara Master were fighting side by side against tens of thousands of formidable enemies, every one of whom surpassed the Holy Ancestor Realm!

"Brother Ren, in today's battle, we might actually fall here."

The Samsara Master spoke as he swung his sword. The strike tore through the surrounding space, wounding several powerful foes. Their bodies were pulled into the Reincarnation Plate, where they let out miserable screams before being cast into Samsara, stripped of any chance at rebirth.

Yet the enemies surged forward like an endless tide. There were at least ten thousand of them, and their numbers seemed to never diminish.

"Haha, those superiors want my life, but it won't be that easy. Four Immortal Slaying Swords, break!"

Ren Feifan’s eyes were cold. With a flick of his wrist, four fiercely glowing long swords erupted from his body. They slashed through the air with terrifying force, mowing down enemies like grass. In an instant, countless foes were butchered, and rivers of blood began to flow.

Each of these four swords carried a potent Source Qi and a staggering slaughtering aura. These were indeed the legendary "Four Immortal Slaying Swords."

As it turned out, in ancient times, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords were merely minor Source Weapons that Ren Feifan had casually forged.

Faced with the lethal edge of the Four Immortal Slaying Swords, the surrounding powerhouses grew hesitant, retreating one after another.

"Brother Ren, it seems you have comprehended the mysteries of the Source and forged Source Weapons. Congratulations."

Seeing this, the Samsara Master smiled with genuine delight and offered his congratulations.

"It is useless. These are merely minor Source Weapons. Their sharpness is too lacking to truly challenge those superiors. Unless I can forge supreme Source Weapons, we have no hope of victory."

Ren Feifan shook his head while controlling the Four Immortal Slaying Swords. He continued his wild slaughter, the sword edges sweeping through the crowd. Anyone who tried to block them was instantly killed; the sharpness was simply invincible.

However, while this level of power was enough for ordinary experts, trying to face the superiors with them was nothing more than a pipe dream.

"If you survive this battle, you will surely experience a heavenly transformation and reach the ultimate peak of Cultivation."

The Samsara Master’s voice held a trace of desolation. Ren Feifan was already capable of forging Source Weapons and possessed a deep Martial Arts Foundation. Given enough time to grow, he would undoubtedly reach the pinnacle and join the ranks of the superiors.

But in the middle of this battle, escaping was easier said than done.

Ye Chen stood on the battlefield, completely stunned, his eyes vacant as he witnessed these events.

It was now clear that in the ancient past, the Samsara Master and Ren Feifan had once fought as allies.

Back then, Ren Feifan had not yet reached the zenith of martial arts. His Cultivation was on par with the Samsara Master. Although he was powerful, he still lacked the strength to oppose those superiors.

If the modern-day Ren Feifan were to return to this battlefield, he could likely wipe out this entire army with a mere flick of his finger.

"Mm, we have to carve a path out. We cannot allow ourselves to fall here!"

Ren Feifan’s gaze grew sharp. Teaming up with the Samsara Master, he manipulated his swords to slaughter everything in sight, desperately trying to break the encirclement.

But the enemies were too numerous. They were packed together like a vast ocean. No matter how many they cut down, more arrived to take their place. The layers of enemies seemed infinite, bringing a sense of true despair.

"Is it possible that we are truly destined to die here today?"

Finally, even Ren Feifan’s expression turned grim as he looked toward the Samsara Master.

"Do not lose heart; there is still a chance."

The Samsara Master’s eyes remained resolute. He suddenly looked toward the heavens and roared, "Heavenly Desolation, come and protect us!"

Hearing this, Ren Feifan’s face paled. He shouted, "Heavenly Desolation is your Guardian Spirit! If you summon them here and they are killed, you will have no defense against the Inner Demon Curse Sword in the future. Once the inner demon invades, it will be a fate worse than death!"

"It does not matter. We must break out first."

The Samsara Master laughed with a carefree air, showing no concern for his own safety.

However, as time crawled by and day transitioned into night, the figures of Heavenly Desolation failed to appear.

Under the relentless assault of the endless horde, the Samsara Master and Ren Feifan began to grow exhausted. They were gasping for breath, leaning back to back in a truly desperate situation.

Ren Feifan’s "Four Immortal Slaying Swords" had all been knocked aside, scattered into the vast starry sky and lost from sight.