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In the secret chamber, as he felt his body transforming, his lifespan was also increasing. With Qi Training, he could extend his life to eight hundred years as a Celestial Being. However, due to limited talent, he had failed to break through to the Celestial Being level before his original self fell, allowing the transmigrated Ye Xingchen to take the lead.
Now, with his lifespan extended, his appearance had returned to that of a middle-aged man. Suddenly, he heard the urgent horn of the Ye Family Ancestor, tightening his heart. The horn would only sound when there was imminent danger.
At that moment, a notification from the System rang in his mind, issuing a mission to resolve the crisis involving the Ye Family Ancestor. If successful, the reward would be an elevation of three minor realms. Hearing this voice, Ye Xingchen asked, "Aren't you just a sign-in System? Why are you issuing missions?"
The System replied haughtily, "This is one of my functions. There are daily sign-ins, monthly sign-ins, and yearly sign-ins. The longer you sign in, the better the rewards." Ye Xingchen felt as if a warm spring breeze had suddenly swept through his heart, dissipating all worries and troubles with that gentle voice.
Suddenly, his expression turned cold. Ye Xingchen's figure shot through the night sky like a meteor and appeared above the Ye Family Mansion. His gaze pierced through layers of clouds and fog, focusing on the brutal battlefield below.
The descendants of the Ye Family were falling one by one under the blades of the Wang family members, blood staining the earth as grief and despair intertwined into a tragic scene.
Ye Xingchen's heart burned with fury. As a powerful being from the Celestial Realm, his overwhelming pressure surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the entire Ye Family Mansion. That unmatched aura left everyone present gasping for breath.
Wang Xingtian, who was locked in a fierce battle with Ye Nantian, suddenly felt an unprecedented pressure. His figure froze for a moment; his face changed drastically as he looked up at the sky. There stood Ye Xingchen like a deity, exuding an aura that made hearts tremble.
"Who is this senior? I am Wang Xingtian of Feng Lei City," he managed to say with forced respect while trying to ascertain the identity of this formidable opponent.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xingchen curled his lips into a cold smile filled with endless chill and mockery. "Did you not just say that I was dead?" His voice was deep and powerful; each word struck Wang Xingtian's heart like a hammer.
Wang Xingtian's hair stood on end as an ominous premonition surged within him. He knew that today would likely be his last. The appearance of Ye Xingchen not only shattered his original plans but also presented an unprecedented threat.
Looking down at those who had died tragically from the Ye Family Ancestor's lineage, a glint of determination flashed in Ye Xingchen's eyes. He understood that if he did not eradicate the Wang family today, the Ye Family Ancestor would never find peace.
Thus, he flickered and became a streak of light heading toward Wang Xingtian. In response, Wang Xingtian gritted his teeth and unleashed the Wang family's Mysterious Level Martial Arts—Flying Tiger Fist—to clash with Ye Xingchen's massive hand. However, before their fists even met, the force of Wang Xingtian's attack vanished into thin air. He felt an immense power strike him; blood spewed from his mouth as he was sent flying backward.
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