Chapter 1044: Xuan Yuan Sets Sail

Emperor weapon, who will give me one emperor weapon!

Ye Chen's inner roar finally burst forth, filled with desperation and echoing through heaven and earth.

It wasn't that he was inferior to the Tianmo Emperor; he was simply at a disadvantage from the start due to the emperor weapon.

After battling the Tianmo Emperor for nine days and nine nights, he had shattered the emperor's body multiple times, but he could never truly destroy him. It wasn't a matter of his own combat power; he simply lacked a divine weapon capable of slaying an emperor.

His voice was laden with grief.

Without an emperor weapon, he could not defeat the Tianmo Emperor.

Without an emperor weapon, he would lose this hard-won chance, bought with the souls of ninety million heroes from Dachu.

Woo woo woo...!

Bloody winds howled, carrying mournful cries, as if the souls of Dachu's ninety million cultivators were wailing. Ye Chen, fighting alone, pleaded for hope, yet no one could provide it—he bore too heavy a burden.

Emperor weapon, who will give me one emperor weapon!

Ye Chen's roar shook the heavens and earth, his face streaked with bloody tears. He could not afford to lose; defeat in this war would mean the downfall of all beings in the vast universe.

In an instant, the sacred blood within him boiled, every drop burning and weaving into boundless power. It was a surge of unwillingness, the pride of the sacred body lineage ignited in that moment.

The sacred blood wailed, Ye Chen roared, and Dachu's heroic souls bellowed, making the vast land tremble.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The Tianmo Emperor looked ferocious, his face like that of a demon.

Throughout the battle, his imperial dignity had been utterly shattered, reduced to such a pitiful state by half a primordial sacred body. He could not tolerate it. Ye Chen's strength and unyielding vitality made him feel threatened—if Ye Chen became an emperor one day, he would surely be another legendary figure like the Xuanyuan Emperor.

Die!

The Tianmo Emperor raised his emperor sword, unleashing world-ending might. This single strike would erase Ye Chen from existence.

But at that very moment, a dazzling light shot across the sky from Nanchu, as if gathering the brilliance of billions of divine rays. It pierced through the ages, enduring eons of change, its radiant immortal light illuminating the darkened world.

Looking closely, it was a sword—or more precisely, an unsharpened divine sword, perfectly crafted, ancient and unadorned.

Boom!

The sword streaked through the sky, carrying world-ending power and imperial divine principles, blocking the Tianmo Emperor's fatal strike for Ye Chen.

Xuanyuan Sword!

The Tianmo Emperor was forced back, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the divine sword now grasped by Ye Chen, his expression turning savage, as if harboring a deep, irreconcilable grudge against it.

Indeed, it was the Xuanyuan Sword, the emperor weapon of the universally acknowledged strongest among the 130 emperors of Xuanhuang—the Xuanyuan Emperor.

This was a powerful emperor weapon that had accompanied the Xuanyuan Emperor in conquering myriad realms. It was a divine sword with its own intelligence, responding to the call of all beings in the universe and sensing the lament of this land, thus emerging from the Mirage Sea forbidden ground.

Emperor Sword Xuanyuan!

Ye Chen reached out and seized the Xuanyuan Sword. It was incredibly heavy, its blade still entwined with the Xuanyuan Emperor's imperial principles, each thread carrying world-ending power.

Yet, those world-ending imperial principles did not affect Ye Chen at all; instead, he felt a profound sense of familiarity.

The Xuanyuan Emperor had a unique bloodline, a fusion of the primordial sacred body and the Xuanling body. In other words, the blood flowing in Ye Chen's veins was from the paternal line of the Xuanyuan Emperor, creating an innate harmony.

With me, slay the emperor!

Ye Chen gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, his dim sacred light bursting forth once more in brilliant radiance.

The Xuanyuan Sword hummed, its engraved imperial divine principles coming alive, intertwining with Ye Chen's sacred body bloodline. It awakened the potential of his sacred blood, pushing his combat power closer to its peak.

Fight!

Ye Chen, wielding the Xuanyuan Sword, charged into the void, his divine might overwhelming, as if the Xuanyuan Emperor himself had returned, dominating the nine heavens and ten earths, his aura covering the vast eight desolate regions.

You cannot kill me!

The Tianmo Emperor raged, the heavens trembling as he gripped his emperor weapon and descended from the sky.

The two emperor weapons clashed before all eyes.

Immediately, a visible halo of light spread out from the point of impact, expanding without limit. Wherever it passed, the sky shattered and the earth collapsed; the Tianmo soldiers turned to mist in droves, none able to withstand the imperial might.

Kill!

Fight!

After the collision, Ye Chen and the Tianmo Emperor resumed their world-shaking battle.

Ye Chen had gone mad, his battle intent soaring, launching attack after relentless attack.

The Tianmo Emperor was equally frenzied, his face twisted in savagery, each sword strike carrying heaven-shattering power.

Their fight became primal and bestial, devoid of grand divine arts or world-creating secrets—just endless swings of their emperor swords: you strike me once, and I return the favor.

Pfft! Pfft!

Fresh blood sprayed across the void; every drop of imperial blood and sacred blood transformed into dragon shapes as it fell, continuing to clash even upon hitting the ground.

Boom! Boom!

Dachu began to quake once more.

This time was different from before. The Xuanyuan Sword, as the anchor of the myriad heavens' reincarnation, had emerged from the Mirage Sea to join the fight, destabilizing Dachu's reincarnation. The mysterious force suppressing the Tianmo was weakening rapidly.

Hurry! Hurry up!

In the Tianxuan Gate, Donghuang Taixin and the others pleaded with the heavens, hoping Ye Chen could slay the Tianmo Emperor in the shortest time possible.

They had no time left. Once the Tianmo Emperor broke free from Dachu's myriad heavens reincarnation suppression, even Ye Chen's defiance of fate would not match a peak emperor. If he fell, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Pfft!

In the void, the Tianmo Emperor's devastating sword cleaved open Ye Chen's sacred body.

Return the strike!

Ye Chen roared, ignoring his wounds and risking further grave injury to deliver an emperor-slaying sword. It was a mutual destruction tactic—one that harmed the enemy at great cost to himself. He knew Dachu's situation all too well and could not afford to waste time.

You truly deserve to die!

The Tianmo Emperor's expression was demonic as he advanced, his sword severing Ye Chen's arm.

Ye Chen did not dodge, block, or defend. In return for his lost arm, he severed the Tianmo Emperor's arm. The two bloody limbs fell from the void, each transforming into a dragon shape, still locked in combat.

The battle had reached an extreme level of brutality.

Who would have thought that an emperor and a fully realized sacred body would fight so ferociously, using their emperor weapons to hack at each other's bodies without fatigue or pain, until one was utterly destroyed?

Pfft! Pfft!

As blood splattered again, another vicious exchange occurred: Ye Chen's sword struck the Tianmo Emperor's shoulder, while the emperor's sword ripped open Ye Chen's chest. Vaguely, both imperial blood and sacred bones rained down from the void.

The Tianmo Emperor bellowed madly, sword after sword raining down, each one tearing into Ye Chen's sacred body.

Yet, every time he cleaved the sacred body, Ye Chen charged back relentlessly, like an undying force, driving even the emperor to the brink of madness.

Why won't you die!

With a thunderous roar from the Tianmo Emperor, his sword pierced through Ye Chen's sacred body once more.

Ye Chen raised his hand, gripping the emperor sword embedded in his body and locking it in place, then thrust the Xuanyuan Sword directly into the Tianmo Emperor's chest.

In that instant, the scene froze.

Gazing at the void, the Tianmo Emperor's sword had pierced Ye Chen's body, while Ye Chen's sword was embedded in the emperor's chest. The two stood motionless, like statues frozen in place.

The world fell silent in that moment.