After My Dantian Was Destroyed, the Emperor in My Body Woke Up

The Ye family in Donghuang City has been inherited for more than 800 years. There are 3,000 clan members, 72 of whom are at the Golden Core level or above. Within a radius of three hundred miles, no one dared to speak loudly in front of the Ye family. Today, the Ye family is dealing with a seventeen-year-old boy. At the Ye family's martial arts arena, three thousand clan members gathered. Today is the family competition, and it is also the day of Ye Chen's death. On the high platform, the great elder Ye Cangshan stood with his hands behind his back, his beard and hair white, and his eyes like an eagle. He swept across the audience and finally landed on Ye Chen in the corner, with a slight smile on his lips. That smile was as cold as a knife. Ye Chen stood in the crowd, his back already soaked with sweat. His dantian was faintly hot - it was the restriction that Ye Cangshan had penetrated into his body three days ago. Every time that restriction occurs, a crack opens in Dantian. As of today, his Dantian is like a mirror full of cracks, which will break with the slightest touch. "Ye Chen."