Chapter 1011: Blasphemous Spirit Summoning

Zheng!

Lin Shihua immediately drew her Sha Jian, and the other experts from Tian Ting also sacrificed their natal spirit tools, forming a protective circle around Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. Even in his weakened state and with the Liu Dao Xian Lun Eye sealed, his vision remained sharp, instantly detecting the hidden, icy killing intent in the void ahead.

Buzz!

As everyone watched, the ground trembled.

Then, an ancient stone gate rose from beneath the earth, covered in Mowen and flickering with ancient Mo Guang.

Destroy it!

Ye Chen's voice was stern and urgent.

Before his words faded, a black-robed elder among their group charged forward, wielding his natal spirit tool. The ancient stone gate, not yet fully emerged, was immediately smashed to pieces with a thunderous crash.

Order the Da Chu cultivators to retreat fully.

Ye Chen spoke again, his face unusually grim.

The black-robed elder dared not disobey, raising his Sha Jian high and chanting a spell. A brilliant beam of light shot into the sky.

Senior brother, that stone gate earlier was...

Seeing Ye Chen's serious expression, Lin Shihua asked tentatively.

A transmission domain gate.

A transmission domain gate?

Everyone was shocked. It was their first time seeing one, and now they understood why Ye Chen had ordered the full retreat of the Da Chu cultivators.

This transmission domain gate had been encountered by sheer coincidence. Who knew how many more like it existed in hidden places? Before long, a massive Tian Mo army would likely appear behind the Da Chu forces.

Thus, Ye Chen's decision was correct.

With the Da Chu cultivators not yet surrounded, there was still a chance for a turnaround. They could break out. But if the Tian Mo plot succeeded, the Da Chu forces in Bei Chu could face total annihilation at any moment.

Retreat!

The Tai Xu Gu Long, upon receiving the message, roared with earth-shaking force.

Immediately, the Da Chu cultivators began withdrawing en masse. Anyone with any sense had realized the gravity of the situation. Continuing the fight would soon lead to them being completely encircled.

Pursue!

Seeing the Da Chu cultivators retreat, the Tian Mo generals raised their Sha Jian, pointing toward the Da Chu forces.

At once, the Tian Mo army surged forward like a black ocean, blotting out the sky and giving the Da Chu cultivators no time to react.

Meanwhile, at the Nan Chu Tian Ting headquarters, Hong Chen Xue stared pale-faced at the Tai Gu Xing Tian.

From there, she could clearly see the vast number of Tian Mo forces heading toward Bei Chu—ten times more than the Da Chu cultivators.

Not only that, but multiple locations behind the Da Chu forces now had Tian Mo soldiers appearing without warning, gathering in enormous numbers, as if intent on trapping the Da Chu cultivators in Bei Chu.

Aren't you going to send reinforcements?

Behind her, Xi Yan hurriedly turned to Hong Chen Xue. She had already donned her battle armor, ready for war at any moment, looking every bit the peerless female general.

No one is to leave Nan Chu.

Hong Chen Xue replied calmly.

Violators will be executed.

You...

Do you think the Da Chu cultivators are risking their lives to block the Tian Mo for nothing?

Hong Chen Xue interrupted Xi Yan firmly, her voice resolute.

They're buying us time. Nan Chu's walls will be the strongest bastion for Da Chu's future counterattack. Pass the order: All Nan Chu cultivators, prepare for battle and continue reinforcing the walls.

I don't care.

Xi Yan took a deep breath and shot out of the hall like a divine light.

Bring her back.

Hong Chen Xue said sternly.

Understood.

Feng Ji nodded and dashed out of the hall as a divine ray, chasing after Xi Yan.

After Feng Ji left, Hong Chen Xue took a deep breath, her jade hand clenched white, still anxiously watching the Tai Gu Xing Tian.

Ye Chen had entrusted Nan Chu to her, and she could not fail that trust. With Hong Chen gone, she was filled with despair, no longer as impulsive as before. As the Huang Sheng Lord, she understood better than anyone the dire crisis Da Chu faced. The more critical the situation, the calmer she had to be.

Though she desperately wanted to order a rescue, the brutality of war forced her to hold Nan Chu's defenses, preparing for even more ferocious battles ahead.

In the dim void above, the massive Qing Luan halted once more, its sharp phoenix eyes warily fixed on the opposing void.

There, three figures blocked their path: one gripping a Zhan Ge, one wielding a Zhan Fu, and one holding a Mo Dao. All wore chilling armor and were Quasi-Di level existences in the Tian Mo domain.

Three Mo Jiang!

Ye Chen's expression was extremely grave as he silently calculated their forces.

The black-robed elder at his side was a Tian Ting elder with Quasi-Tian realm cultivation, barely able to hold off one Mo Jiang. Lin Shihua, though not at Quasi-Tian realm, could barely restrain another Mo Jiang with Qing Luan's help.

But what about the third Mo Jiang? Who would stop it—him?

Clearly, that was unrealistic. In his current state, he might not even survive one move from a Mo Jiang. As for the other dozen or so companions, they were all Kong Ming realm and wouldn't even withstand a single palm from a Mo Jiang.

Master, your disciple has no choice but to blaspheme the spirits of the dead.

As Ye Chen pondered gravely, Lin Shihua took a deep breath beside him.

She pressed her palms together and rapidly formed seals, chanting ancient incantations that Ye Chen couldn't understand. It seemed to be an extremely powerful divine ability, turning strands of her flowing hair snow-white.

Ye Chen frowned. Though he didn't know what seals she was forming, he was certain it was one of the most domineering forms of Tong Ling summoning.

What luck.

On the opposite side, the Mo Jiang holding the Zhan Fu smirked mockingly, his gaze locking onto Ye Chen with greedy light in his eyes.

An Huang Gu Sheng Ti—such pure blood.

The Ancient race bloodline—she's mine.

The Mo Jiang with the Zhan Ge stared at Lin Shihua, as if recognizing her lineage.

That Qing Luan is mine.

The Mo Jiang with the Mo Dao bared his jagged teeth in a ferocious grin.

Hm?

As they spoke, the three furrowed their brows, narrowing their eyes at the void where Ye Chen and his group were.

There, the ground was shaking as an ancient stone coffin slowly rose from the earth, standing upright. Covered in dust from ages past, it exuded waves of ancient aura.

Tong Ling technique?

The three Mo Jiang curled their lips, watching the fully emerged stone coffin with interest.

A coffin?

Compared to the Mo Jiang, the black-robed elder from Tian Ting and the other experts were stunned, and even Ye Chen showed surprise. They hadn't expected Lin Shihua to summon a stone coffin.

Open!

While everyone was astonished, Lin Shihua parted her lips and uttered a single word.

Buzz!

The stone coffin trembled, shaking off the dust as the lid fell away.

Then, a foot stepped out. Perhaps due to the immense weight, the ground quaked violently with the first step, and the same with the second, causing the earth to rumble.

Bang!

Only then did the stone coffin explode with a boom, revealing a figure in a purple-gold robe before the crowd.

Ye Chen looked up. From his view, the figure's back was majestic and unyielding, like an eternal monument. He radiated an aura of ancient desolation, even his flowing black hair dusted with the wear of time.

In that moment, Ye Chen truly understood Lin Shihua's words.

What she had performed was indeed Tong Ling, summoning someone long dead. She was truly blaspheming the spirits.

What a powerful presence!

The accompanying Tian Ting experts all drew in sharp breaths, warily eyeing the summoned figure. Even Ye Chen couldn't help but narrow his eyes, for the person was extraordinarily strong.

Where is this?

The figure in the purple-gold robe spoke, his voice hoarse and aged, his expression bewildered.

Senior, this is Da Chu.

Lin Shihua took a deep breath from behind.

Da Chu?

The figure suddenly lifted his head, staring in disbelief at the dim, chaos-shrouded world, devoid of any light, like a Jiu You hell.

How has Da Chu become like this?

His voice remained hoarse.

And am I not already dead?

This junior had no choice but to summon from the underworld—please forgive me, senior.

Lin Shihua knelt on one knee behind him.

Summoning?

The figure in the purple-gold robe turned stiffly, looking at Lin Shihua. His ancient, authoritative voice carried a chill, for this was a blasphemy against his spirit.

You...

Upon seeing the figure's face, the accompanying Tian Ting experts froze, as if recognizing him.

This...

Even Ye Chen, with his composure, was stunned.