Chapter 1006: A Touching Scene

Chapter 1006: A Scene That Evokes Sighs

In the vast and silent Kongjian Heidong, Ye Chen streaked forward like an eternal beam of light, heading straight in one direction.

Along the way, the Kongjian Heidong was not without disturbances; violent upheavals occurred in multiple areas.

It was an extremely chaotic realm, and even with his formidable strength, he dared not venture in lightly.

So, he kept weaving around, skirting the zones of death to return to his original path. His target was crystal clear: the Qingtian Mopzhu towering above Bei Zhen Cangyuan.

He always understood the principle of capturing the leader to defeat the followers, and he had succeeded in this approach more than once along his journey.

However, this time, he felt uncertain in his heart, unsure if he could pull it off. Nonetheless, he had to try. Destroying the Qingtian Mopzhu would settle everything, sparing Da Chu from further catastrophe.

Ye Chen murmured, "At this moment, the generations of kings should have joined the battle."

Shaking off his thoughts, he abruptly changed direction, avoiding the chaotic field of rubble ahead.

The rubble was peculiar, with each piece enveloped in powerful killing intent, every strand of which was overwhelmingly heavy—beyond what he could withstand.

Bang! Boom!

As Ye Chen pressed onward, the dim heavens of Da Chu continued to erupt in earth-shattering warfare.

The entry of the generations of kings had indeed bolstered Da Chu's Heavenly Court, but the endless hordes of Tianmo forces kept the balance tipping. What started as an even fight quickly favored the Tianmo side, sending Da Chu into repeated retreats until they finally stabilized their lines on the vast Zhongtong lands of Bei Chu.

Another stretch of rugged mountains came into view, where the Da Chu cultivators had withdrawn. Most of them collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, leaning against the rock walls, their eyes filled with tears. The battle had been devastatingly bloody, and many had witnessed their loved ones fall. Only now, in this brief respite, did they have a moment to reflect.

Form the arrays!

The lords of the Heavenly Court's nine great halls shouted once more, as the Tianmo armies could strike at any time.

Many wiped away their tears and dragged their weary bodies into position, arranging the formations.

This time, the descendants of the Nine Emperors and the generations of kings joined in. They set up the Xutian Killing Array in the skies and summoned protective mountain barriers, preparing for the next brutal clash.

On the mountaintop, Taixu Gulong stared straight toward the direction of Bei Zhen Cangyuan, not glancing aside.

He was injured, blood constantly seeping from his mouth, his face pale, and the dragon energy surrounding him had dissipated significantly.

Like him, Zixuan, Ouyang Wang, and Dao Huang were in no better shape. In terms of peak experts, they were utterly outmatched, each facing about ten opponents. Those still standing here had all fought their way out of pools of blood.

On another mountaintop, Qian Shang Yue whispered, "I've never felt you as close as I do now."

She glanced at the figure beside her, Youming Yanluo Wang, who stood like a puppet, devoid of life, never uttering a word.

Youming Yanluo Wang remained unmoved, his wooden eyes fixed on the distant skies.

His silence didn't mean he felt nothing. Back in the day, he and Yue Huang had roamed the world, only to suffer a crushing defeat. Yue Huang had been gone for tens of thousands of years, while he lingered in the mortal realm. He never imagined he would one day fight alongside the daughter of his former archenemy.

On a majestic peak, the elderly Di Fan gazed at the hazy skies and smiled with a sense of weariness.

"Don't mention him to me."

Gui Wang replied coldly.

"So many eras have passed—it's time to let it go!"

Ouyang Wang chuckled. "Back then, I fought alongside Tian Zang, and now I stand with you. I should feel deeply honored. What's the same is that, whether in the past or today, we're all protecting this land."

Gui Wang fell silent, his expression distant, as if recalling the glorious days of yore. After lurking for so long, he now found himself side by side with his former enemy.

On yet another peak, Long Teng laughed heartily and handed a wine flask to the figure beside him, Wu Zhu Wang.

"Why so serious? Let me offer you a drink on behalf of my father. You and him were archenemies of the ages—surely you've never shared a drink before!"

"Long Zhan Tian never drinks."

Wu Zhu Wang replied flatly, yet he still accepted the flask from Long Teng. If anyone in the world knew Tai Wang best, it was him. This was the mutual respect between great foes.

"Come, pour wine for the heroes."

On a nearby peak, Da Chu Huang Xuan spilled a jug of spirits onto the ground. "In this life, not fighting alongside the legendary Shen Wang is truly a regret."

Beside him stood a person shrouded entirely in black robes, their face unseen. Their aura was deeply concealed, yet not at all inferior to Da Chu Huang Xuan's. This was the current holy lord of the Killer Shen Chao.

After Shen Wang and Sheng Zi fell, the Killer Shen Chao had nearly fallen apart, but he had used powerful means to reunite it. Today, he led the Shen Chao forces to fight alongside their former enemies.

At the peak of another mountain, Nanming Yushu smiled gently and said, "By seniority, I should call you uncle."

"Once we repel the Tianmo, you and I remain enemies."

Po Hun Wang replied coldly.

"But I hope we both live to see that day."

Nanming Yushu smiled radiantly, unafraid of death. With even the great enemies of the former Xuan Huang now fighting together, what was there to fear?

On another peak, Mo Wang gazed quietly into the hazy void, his expression nostalgic.

"Yan Huang, you owe me a favor. Though I couldn't fight alongside you, joining forces with your descendants fulfills a long-held wish."

On yet another mountaintop, Xue Wang watched the people of the Three Sects with a weary smile. The descendants of Xuan Chen were all remarkable, but alas, that peerless emperor was no more.

On a different peak, Zhou Tian Yi smiled at the figure beside him and asked, "What kind of person was my father?"

"A scoundrel and a rogue."

Yao Wang snorted coldly.

His words left Zhou Tian Yi feeling awkward, but thankfully, he had good self-control, and given the extraordinary circumstances, it didn't spark a war between Dong Huang Tianfu Shen Chao and the Yao Clan.

Gazing at the many peaks and the figures standing upon them, countless people sighed, and many wore contented smiles.

For the descendants of the emperors to fight alongside the generations of kings—it was a magnificent sight. In a way, they owed a debt of gratitude to the Tianmo; without them, this chaotic Da Chu would never have truly united.

They're coming!

Someone shouted.

At the call, whether it was the Heavenly Court armies, the descendants of the emperors, the generations of kings, or the reclusive cultivators, all turned toward the distance. Their killing swords hummed, and their murderous aura soared to the heavens.

Boom! Rumbling!

The distant horizon was a sea of darkness, with the vast Tianmo armies charging forth, devouring swaths of beautiful landscapes.

Kill!

Fight!

No more words were needed. After less than three minutes of rest, the battle erupted again.

War was brutally merciless, treating lives like worthless weeds—how could one word like "tragic" suffice?

"How interesting."

Lei Mo Jun on the skies above Bei Zhen Cangyuan chuckled softly once more, as if he could see the battlefield from millions of miles away.

"I love watching their expressions of agony and struggle."

Jiu You Mo Jun bared his white teeth, gleaming with a sinister light.

"A fight like this is just too dull. Pass the order to the Tianmo armies—don't push them so hard. Give them some breathing room. This beautiful scene is truly a delight to behold."

Di Mo Jun added, "Exactly, to make it—hmm?"

Before he could finish, he frowned and swept a palm toward a section of the sky.

Buzz!

A golden blade strike burst from that sky, overwhelmingly dominant and full of peril, carrying the power to destroy heavens and earth, splitting the very skies apart.

Thud!

Di Mo Jun's palm was struck head-on, shattering his hand bones despite his cultivation and power. Strangely, he hadn't even seen who attacked.

Stay!

Jiu You Mo Jiang snorted coldly, extending a massive hand that covered the sky, enveloping that section of the void in an attempt to seize the escaping figure.

Boom!

That part of the sky collapsed under his grasp, but he caught nothing. The hidden assailant had vanished mysteriously.

"Kongjian Heidong."

Di Mo Jun grinned menacingly, his eyes locked on that void.

"I almost forgot about the Six Dao Xianlun Eyes."

An Mo Jun said coldly.

"Guard the Qingtian Mopzhu."

Lei Mo Jiang snorted, and countless Mo Bing and Mo Jiang surged forward, sitting in a circle around the Qingtian Mopzhu and jointly forming a massive barrier to enclose it.

"Attacking from the Kongjian Heidong—that person's quite bold!"

"Tianmo Jun, aren't you going to act?"

The great Mo Jun turned their gazes to Tianmo Jun, lounging casually on his throne.

"Of course, of course."

Tianmo Jun laughed playfully, stretching his stiff neck with ease. A vertical eye appeared on his forehead, marked with an ancient round moon seal.

Instantly, the seal spun, turning his eye into a vortex at its center, strikingly similar to the heavens' path. It connected to the Kongjian Heidong, capable of swallowing external objects or sending himself into it.

In a flash, Tianmo Jun disappeared.

Thud!

Deep in the Kongjian Heidong, Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The distance was too vast, leading to a miscalculation, and the great Mo Jun's senses were too sharp. He had just arrived and was forced out, the direct clash causing backlash.

Hmm?

Before wiping the blood from his mouth, Ye Chen suddenly teleported away.

The spot where he had stood was struck by a massive seal, carrying destructive Mo force.

Not bad at all!

A cold, eerie voice echoed in the darkness, faint and mocking.

In the next instant, a towering figure emerged, clad in black armor, with blood-red hair flying wildly. He was enveloped in dark Mo Qi and black thunder, his vital energy vast as an ocean. His eyes seemed to encompass the heavens and earth, filled with visions of mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, and the extinction of stars—like a supreme Mo Shen.

"You can enter the Kongjian Heidong too."

Ye Chen steadied himself, gripping the Xue Ling Shen Dao tightly, his divine sense spreading out fully. If one could enter, perhaps another could follow—he had to stay vigilant.

All of this was beyond his expectations, an unforeseen turn of events.

But when he clearly saw Tianmo Jun's face, his eyes narrowed sharply.

"It's you."