The weather in August, at noon, the sun was shining fiercely.

In this season, long legs are the least lack in the streets.

On Huayuan Road in Dongjiang City, at this moment, the passing men can't help but glance at the beauties in hot pants, as if they would lose out if they missed a look.

Among all the people, only a young man remained unmoved. Even if the most beautiful woman passed by him, he wouldn't spare a glance.

This young man seemed to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, he was dressed in shabby clothes, and with his ordinary looks to boot, he was just extremely ordinary.

But how would these people know the young man's inner thoughts?

In the eyes of this young man, all the creatures on earth are nothing but ants.

Not to mention the beauties on the streets, even if the top-level actresses actively threw themselves at him, he wouldn't necessarily look at them.

After all, this young man was a character who had lived for tens of thousands of years in the cultivation world, where there were countless beauties.

At this moment, looking at the familiar scenes of the earth, the young man couldn't help feeling sentiment: "Ten thousand years, I didn't expect the time of ten thousand years to pass in a blink of an eye, ten thousand years later, I, Ye Luo, could return to this planet again."

"I wonder how my father, Aunt Shen, and my sister are doing..."

Thinking of his father, Aunt Shen, and his little sister, a rare trace of tenderness streaked across the indifferent eyes of Ye Luo.

No one knew that Ye Luo's soul had travelled back to Earth from a cultivation world.

Ten thousand years ago, Ye Luo was taken from Earth to a cultivation world called the Tianyuan Continent by a Saintess in Red.

He was given the name Ye Yanchen.

Over a span of ten thousand years, Ye Luo transformed from a bullied outer sect disciple to the Yan Chen Heavenly Emperor who reigned over the Orient.

Walking over a trail littered with the bones of countless humans and barbaric beasts, he became the taboo figure that no one dared to mention in the Tian Yuan Continent, a being who commanded the awe of all living creatures.

Once, he waged war in the Great Desolation World and defeated the Emperor Huang with ten palm strikes.

In his journey through the World of Qi, he humbled the Flame Emperor with merely three strikes of his sword.

Moreover, the Holy Maiden of Red Makeup, who was once inaccessible, became his wife, Ye Yan Chen's wife.

If it were not for the betrayal that led to the information about celestial secret treasure being leaked, leading all the emperors from the South, West and North to join forces together against him, he would not have fallen.

Nor would the Holy Maiden of Red Makeup have been drawn into the chaotic flow of time and space in order to protect him, with her whereabouts currently unknown.

What Ye Luo did not expect was that after his downfall, his soul was surprisingly transported back to Earth.

And he was back in time to when he was 18 years old.

With the powerful spiritual sense of the Yan Chen Emperor, he directly took possession of his own present body on earth.

Ever since his rebirth, seven days has passed.

Initially, Ye Luo detested this body for being too weak.

Therefore, for the past seven days, he devoted his time into transforming this body by absorbing the spiritual essence of Heaven and Earth.

Under the nearly depleted spiritual environment on Earth, Ye Luo was able to refine his physical body to the state of an elite athlete within seven days, leveraging on the powerful cultivation formulas that Emperor Yan Chen possessed.

However, considering the scarce spiritual energy on Earth, to aim for further improvement would require the assistance of medicinal herbs.

But Ye Luo was broke at the moment.

Furthermore, he was still in the city of Dongjiang, while his hometown was Ushi.

That's why he had thought about heading back to his hometown, Ushi, on foot.

Just as Ye Luo was in deep thought, a sudden honk sounded from behind him.

Shortly, a Rolls-Royce appeared before everyone's eyes, and as the fast-approaching Rolls-Royce came into view, people started to move towards the side of the road.

After all, it was a Rolls-Royce, clearly owned by a rich man. Even if one got into an accident with the car, one wouldn't have anywhere to make grievances.

However, when Ye Luo saw the license plate, his face suddenly lit up with a bright smile.

"I was thinking about walking back to Ushi, but didn't expect to encounter a car from Ushi. Judging by this plate number, it's from the powerful Chu family of Ushi. This is truly a divine aid."

As he was speaking, Ye Luo started walking towards the middle of the road.

At this time, the Rolls-Royce also arrived close to Ye Luo.

The driver was a muscular, bald man.

In the bald driver's opinion, everyone who saw this car would avoid it. But at this moment, a young man was actually rushing towards it.

Seeing Ye Luo, the bald driver immediately slammed on the brakes, thankfully, the Rolls-Royce had excellent braking performance and managed to stop just in time before reaching Ye Luo.

"Who the hell are you? Got a death wish?"

Furious, the bald driver yelled at the young man who abruptly blocked the road.

He really could not comprehend, why would someone dare to obstruct this car? Could they be trying to stage an accident to claim compensation, yet such a dangerous attempt seemed unlikely.

Nevertheless, at this moment, Ye Luo remained calm, completely ignoring the driver.

Glancing at the Rolls-Royce's license plate and then at the woman seated in the back row, Ye Luo finally spoke, "Drive me back to Wushi, and I will bestow upon you a great opportunity."

Hearing Ye Luo's words, the bald driver rubbed his shiny head, promptly alighting from the vehicle. “Where did this lunatic come from? Clear the way quickly! Look at you, so shabbily dressed, yet you dare to promise my lady an opportunity. You would not be able to compensate for the delay in our affairs with your life!”

With that said, the bald driver proceeded to shove Ye Luo aside.

The driver was a towering man, nearly two meters tall. His bone joints cracking and muscles bulging, he seemed to grow even taller.

One push, and even a calf could be sent flying.

Seeing this, the onlookers started to relish in Ye Luo's misfortune.

"Has this lad gone crazy? Daring to resist such a burly man."

"Yeah, if he wants to play the victim, he should size himself up first. This could turn out to be quite the spectacle, this lad is about to get his face pummeled."

However, the onlookers' chatter stopped in the blink of an eye.

Everyone watched as the bald driver forcefully shoved Ye Luo, but Ye Luo stood his ground without flinching.

In the meantime, Ye Luo gave the bald driver a cold stare. In that moment, Ye Luo gave an imposing aura, cultivated from his thousands of years in the world of cultivators. His aura of mercilessness surged forth, "Do not touch me or whichever part of me you touch, I will cut off."

Having said this, Ye Luo lightly waved his hand and in the next moment, the burly driver who was strong enough to kill a cow suddenly withered, becoming as weak as a newborn baby.

In the blink of an eye, with a casual wave from Ye Luo, the bald driver somersaulted backward, sprawling three or four meters away before he crashed into the ground with a thud.

Witnessing this scene, the bystanders one after another gasped in shock, each hand flying to their mouths in disbelief, nary a word escaping their lips after.

They couldn't understand how such a hulking man's attempt to push a seemingly frail youngster ended in failure.

And it wasn't just that. The fact that the latter was able to send the former flying with a mere flick of his hand was especially embarrassing.

The crowd watched this spectacle with commingled awe and horror. Meanwhile, a woman seated inside a nearby car was stirred, her sparkling eyes mirroring her surprise.

She was well-aware of the driver's strength. After all, he was a former special forces soldier, who had even earned second-class merits during his service.

Ordinary people, even in groups of seven or eight, seldom came close to his physical prowess. Yet this young man managed to repel him with a nonchalant wave of his hand, something that was definitely beyond the capabilities of an average person.

Even more terrifying were the young man's eyes, the kind of calm and profound gaze that she had only seen in her grandfather, a man who had weathered through the vicissitudes of life.

Why would a young man possess such a gaze?