The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3464: 3464: Truly Extraordinary (First Update)

Previously on The Divine Urban Physician...
Ye Chen confronted the formidable golden lightning rune amid the Tribulation, unleashing the Eight Trigrams Sky Pill Technique, Heavenly Dragon Eight Divine Sounds, and Destruction Divine Dao with his Slaughter Sword to shatter its defenses. As cracks formed and golden emulsion dripped forth, he absorbed the purifying essence, invigorating his body while igniting internal thunder that he suppressed with Hongmeng Energy. Enraged, the rune unleashed relentless golden thunder, prompting Ye Chen to erect the Gengjin Iron Wall and Dharma Flower Annihilation Heaven for defense, before countering with the Netherworld Erasure Technique to disperse the lightning and fully disintegrate the rune. Absorbing half the surging emulsion, he refined its power as thunderous explosions echoed from his form, leaving the Demon Suppression Hall's observers in awe and confusion.

Everyone stared at him like a fool when they heard those words. Devouring a thunder tribulation? That was impossible.

Ye Chen's condition right now did look like he'd taken in the thunder tribulation, but all present understood that he had to have stumbled upon some kind of fortune, leading to this unusual display.

Thunder kept booming from Ye Chen's body high above, yet it carried an boundless vitality, so deep that just catching its scent sharpened the mind, obviously offering great benefits.

The massive thunder inside him exploded without stop, wrecking his body and meridians over and over, but the golden emulsion's vital energy swiftly mended every injury, leaving Ye Chen in a mix of torment and delight right then.

In the cycle of ruin and renewal, Ye Chen sensed his physique growing stronger at a wild pace. He'd just surged past the Chaos Realm's ninth heaven and into the Heavenly God Realm so swiftly, which normally would shake his base, but the golden emulsion nearly wiped out that weakness entirely.

Grinding his teeth, Ye Chen hardly withstood the intense suffering, as his overwhelming aura surged out wildly, filling the skies and lands.

Right then, the Samsara Graveyard inside Ye Chen started shaking. Seven mighty auras surfaced, each brimming with infinite might that could shatter the heavens and earth.

The moment these seven forms showed up, Ye Chen noticed them, yet he was locked in battle with the golden emulsion and lacked the energy to spare, leaving no chance to wonder about these seven mighty beings.

Just then, three additional figures materialized—they were the Netherworld Three Ancestors. Gazing at the seven who had appeared, shock filled their faces.

“Heavenly Dao Seven Saints, what brings you out here?” Delight lit up the Netherworld Three Ancestors' expressions. They'd shared strong bonds with these seven in the old days, true companions, so seeing familiar faces now filled them with joy.

“Heh, if you can emerge, why can't we?” Among the seven, a lean elder in a scholar's robe, fan in hand, stepped forward with refined grace, his enduring presence making him chuckle toward the Netherworld Three Ancestors.

The elder might appear weak, but his gaze held a light beyond words, like vast knowledge that pierced all worldly illusions.

A thick scholarly vibe clung to the elder's shape, Heavenly Dao laws swirling nearby, saintly essence drifting freely.

This was clearly a Saint, one whose strength had hit the late-stage Holy Ancestor Realm back in antiquity!

“Who would've imagined we'd come together again in this place.”

Another from the seven then voiced up, saintly essence flowing over his figure too, with Heavenly Dao laws entwined around it.

He was a sturdy man in his middle years, brows bold and eyes wide, clutching a ghostly, spirit-glowing herb that shone clear and peerless. A single sniff seemed to stretch out one's years.

A thick scent of herbs wrapped the air near this middle-aged man, crisp and exceptional, lingering forever in the noses of those who breathed it.

This figure was a Saint as well, the famed Medicine Saint, and though he fell short of the earlier Scholarly Saint, reaching only middle-stage Holy Ancestor Realm, his abilities still rattled the heavens and earth.

The remaining five were all, no doubt, ancient Heavenly Dao Saints, recognized by the cosmos itself, exalted beings who served the welfare of every creature.

These seven consisted of the Scholarly Saint, Martial God, Dao Saint, Strategy Saint, Medicine Saint, Saber Saint, and Sword Saint!

With the seven Heavenly Dao Saints assembled, golden lotuses rained endlessly from above, Heavenly Dao chants filled the air, hymns boomed without end, unveiling a scene of majestic splendor.

These seven Saints had origins of great note; at the Divine Kingdom's dawn, they stood as the Heavenly Dao Palace's top guardians, their cultivations at late-stage Holy Ancestor Realm.

But after the Samsara Master's downfall, the Heavenly Dao Seven Saints clashed with the Heavenly Dao Palace and vanished in mystery, in truth sealed away by the Palace.

Now emerging within the Samsara Graveyard, the Heavenly Dao Seven Saints felt a rush of feelings, never dreaming how much the world had shifted across countless eras.

The Scholarly Saint peered out at that instant, watching Ye Chen's struggle against the golden emulsion, a flicker of approval in his eyes.

“No surprise there—the Samsara Master is unmatched, showing such brilliance even in rebirth, bold enough to shatter the thunder tribulation and claim its law powers. Such daring, such force!”

The Netherworld Three Ancestors grinned at once upon hearing this. They'd seen Ye Chen's skills up close; fresh to the Heavenly God Realm, the might he displayed was already shocking, echoing the old Samsara Master's glory.

“Ye Chen truly stands out; that's why we're lending him our aid,” the Netherworld Technique Ancestor said with a laugh.

“Quite so.” The Scholarly Saint's gaze held depths, as he nodded while eyeing Ye Chen overhead, respect clear in his look.

All the Heavenly Dao Seven Saints revered the past Samsara Master deeply, which sparked their rift with the Heavenly Dao Palace after his end.

With Ye Chen as the Samsara Master's reborn form, they regarded him with the same esteem, going on to laud his fight against the golden emulsion.

Out in the outer skies meanwhile, thunder raged endlessly inside Ye Chen, its savage force sweeping the firmament yet failing to touch him at all.

The clash with the golden emulsion dragged on for who knows how long, as Ye Chen ignored the world around him, pouring everything into taming the wild substance.

The huge vital energy kept merging into Ye Chen's frame, causing blooms to spring up on their own near him, sparked by the flood of life force.

These vibrant flowers, aglow with holy light, drifted down from the sky and rooted right away, shooting up swiftly.

Soon enough, the tiny blooms fully opened, their vivid shades turning the once-barren ground into a riot of brilliant tones.

Ye Chen's form, amid endless wrecking and remaking, forged itself madly, powering up without cease, a fearsome energy rippling out and churning the heavens.

As night fell, boundless thunder glow burst from Ye Chen's core, like a mighty thunder sun dominating All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, casting infinite light through the blackness and outshining moon and stars.

Ye Chen had fully entered the Heavenly God Realm!

Heavenly God Realm First Layer Heaven, even brushing against the Second Layer Heaven thanks to the golden emulsion!

Maybe it wouldn't be long before he advanced to the Heavenly God Realm Second Layer Heaven!

This feeling was pure thrill!

For the fight ahead at Myriad Gods Mountain in fifteen days, Ye Chen felt his assurance grow a touch more!…

Over in Huaxia, River City, meanwhile.

The Ye family’s ancient home.

The whole Ye family estate stood sealed tight on account of Ye Chen.

Plus, when Ye Chen departed Huaxia, he'd set up a protective array here to stop rash intruders.

Yet now, the array over the Ye family home appeared to crack faintly.

A creak from a swinging seat even echoed from the old house.

Mystery hung thick in the air.

A young girl lounged idly on the swing, lollipop between her lips, hands folded behind her neck, legs dangling crossed, her gaze bored on the overhead beams.