The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3727 - 3717: Farewell, Xiao (First Update)

Ye Chen’s gaze was resolute, fixed upon the stone door’s seal, paying no mind to Wu Duan Cang’s words. Mustering all his might, he brought the Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword down with a powerful strike.

"Blood Moon Slaughter Sky Slash, shatter for me!"

Ye Chen roared internally as the celestial blood moon above bathed him in its endless brilliance. The imposing power of the blood moon descended, tearing through the heavens with a sharp edge that seemed to cleave the very universe.

"Boom!"

The Dust-falling Dragon Subduing Sword impacted the stone door, and an immediate, ferocious force surged outwards. Ye Chen felt an overwhelming power crash into him, propelling him backward through the air.

Witnessing this, Wu Duan Cang, who had been observing from the side, couldn't help but shake his head. He swiftly moved to intercept Ye Chen, assisting him in dispersing the residual power coursing through his body.

"Are you injured?"

Wu Duan Cang inquired with concern, noting Ye Chen’s alarmingly pale complexion.

"It’s nothing serious."

Ye Chen's expression was grave as he returned his attention to the stone door, his gaze fixed on the intricate prohibition array formation etched upon it. A sense of unease settled upon him.

If this stone door remained sealed, preventing him from acquiring the other half of the Sacred Origin Heart, it would be exceedingly difficult to assist Xue Qiye’s disciple in reclaiming the Chong Guang Divine Radiance Palace. This presented a significant quandary for Ye Chen.

At this juncture, Wu Duan Cang, positioned nearby, spoke his mind: "You should abandon any hope. Apart from the Grandmaster, no one has ever been able to open this stone door. The power of its prohibition array formation is simply too immense."

Despite Wu Duan Cang's pronouncement, Ye Chen remained silent. Instead, he meticulously scrutinized the stone door, his focus suddenly drawn to a peculiar inscription on the wall to its left.

A line of ancient poetry was carved into the left wall of the stone door.

"'How could one linger here forever in gloom.'"

"This..."

Ye Chen’s eyes grew distant as memories of Xiao Shuihan surfaced in his mind.

He recalled a dark, oppressive night, the sky seeming on the verge of collapse, and a figure exuding an invincible aura standing atop a colossal mountain, enveloped by boundless Hongmeng Energy.

This figure was the Samsara Master from a past existence, and beside him stood Xiao Shuihan.

Even then, Xiao Shuihan had already gained considerable knowledge and achieved remarkable cultivation, yet he was plagued by lingering thoughts that hindered his progress.

"Xiao, why do you perpetually remain in this state?"

The Samsara Master’s gaze swept across the distant sky, his eyes mirroring the Six Paths of Reincarnation, exerting an indomitable pressure upon all existence.

"Master..."

Upon hearing Ye Chen’s words, a flicker of anguish crossed Xiao Shuihan’s eyes. He then confessed, "I am uncertain of my path forward."

"You are uncertain?"

The Samsara Master offered a faint smile, looking intently at Xiao Shuihan before stating, "Your uncertainty stems from a heart ensnared by attachments, unwilling to let go."

"However!"

The Samsara Master’s tone abruptly shifted, becoming rigorous and imposing, his voice resonating with an unyielding aura that shook the heavens. "How could one linger here forever in gloom, starving northward yet undying in spirit?"

At these profound words, Xiao Shuihan’s eyes ignited with renewed purpose, and an unquenchable fighting spirit surged within him, banishing all despair. The long-stalled breakthrough in his cultivation realm was finally achieved!

"Master, I comprehend now!"

As Xiao Shuihan met Ye Chen’s gaze, his eyes shone with brilliant clarity. From that moment on, Xiao Shuihan’s cultivation advanced at an astonishing pace, establishing him as a legendary figure of his era.

Dragged back to the present, Ye Chen withdrew from his memories, his gaze returning to the poetic verse etched on the stone door’s left wall. He sighed deeply in his heart.

"Xiao, your Master has returned."

Ye Chen mused silently. Then, drawing his sword once more, he swiftly and precisely carved another line of poetry onto the right wall of the stone door, completing the couplet.

"This..."

Witnessing Ye Chen's actions, Wu Duan Cang was momentarily bewildered, completely ignorant of Ye Chen's intent.

But the instant Ye Chen finished inscribing the poem, a resonant rumble emanated from the stone door's seal. Astonishingly, a trickle of scarlet blood seeped into the stone, causing the prohibition array formation to dissipate. With a distinct crack, the stone door swung open.

"How is this even possible!"

Wu Duan Cang stared, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had never conceived that the key to opening this formidable stone door lay within a mere poem.

Yet, how had Ye Chen known the subsequent verse? What was Ye Chen's true identity, and moreover, why could he command the authority of the Six Paths Order...

Wu Duan Cang regarded Ye Chen with profound uncertainty. He had believed he understood Ye Chen to a significant degree, but the more he encountered him, the more enigmatic Ye Chen appeared – an unfathomable, boundless abyss.

Unbeknownst to Wu Duan Cang, Ye Chen fixed his gaze upon the newly opened stone door. A familiar aura emanated from within, sending a jolt through his heart.

In the following instant, Ye Chen vanished, zipping through the stone doorway.

Witnessing Ye Chen's swift movement, Wu Duan Cang scrambled to follow, attempting to enter the stone passage. However, as he neared, a formidable power of prohibition surged outwards.

"This is not good!"

Wu Duan Cang's expression contorted in alarm as he hastily erected a defense. While he grappled with the prohibition's might, the stone door slammed shut with a resounding boom. Fresh blood trickled out once more, and the prohibition array reformed.

"It seems fate does not wish for me to enter."

A sense of bitterness welled up in Wu Duan Cang as he stared at the sealed stone door. Even Ye Chen had gained entry, yet he, the Sect Master of the Six Paths Sect, was barred. Whom could he even blame? It could only be the Grandmaster, whose favoritism towards Ye Chen was evident in bestowing the Six Paths Order and granting him sole passage through the seal.

Inside the space revealed by the stone door, Ye Chen beheld a colossal altar. It radiated a majestic and ancient aura, reminiscent of the very means by which humanity worshipped the heavens at the dawn of creation.

At the apex of the altar stood a solitary figure.

Ye Chen and this figure met each other's gaze, both their eyes resonating with emotion. In the next moment, the figure surged towards Ye Chen, collapsing in ecstatic reverence before him.

"Master!"

This individual was none other than Xiao Shuihan, though not his true form, but rather a projection of his divine soul.

An overwhelming joy filled Xiao Shuihan; he had never truly expected to reunite with his most revered Master.

"Master, how did you come to be here? Your cultivation..."

Still kneeling, Xiao Shuihan tilted his head, looking up at Ye Chen. The subsequent instant, he recoiled in shock, for he perceived Ye Chen's cultivation to be merely at the Heavenly God Realm.

Meeting Xiao Shuihan's gaze, Ye Chen's expression softened. This disciple, who had been the most vexing in his previous existence, had achieved the most after his demise—a fact Ye Chen understood profoundly.

Subsequently, Ye Chen placed a hand on Xiao Shuihan's shoulder, assisting him to his feet.

"I perished in my past life, but I have now been reborn."

Ye Chen’s gaze lingered on the altar, as if he could perceive the figures of antiquity who once utilized it for celestial worship.

Upon hearing Ye Chen's declaration, Xiao Shuihan finally grasped the situation. After all, Ye Chen was the Samsara Master, the one who commanded the Six Paths of Reincarnation. To truly end Ye Chen's existence was evidently no simple feat.