Chapter 1484: Turmoil

The four emperors laughed, and as they were about to dissipate, they all showed a look of imperial contentment towards Ye Chen. Through the vast eons, with seas turning into mulberry fields, they never imagined that in this era, ten thousand years later, there would be such a stunning junior.

The emperors' recognition was the highest honor. Though Ye Chen had no light upon him, he shone brighter than the blazing sun.

Cultivators from all directions bowed with hands clasped, respectfully seeing off the great emperors. Due to the circumstances of their era, they had not been able to live alongside the emperors, but today, they felt their long-held wishes fulfilled—even if these were not the true emperors.

However, there were some individuals, such as Kunpeng and Jinwu, who gritted their teeth in rage, their faces twisted with ferocity, their eyes blood-red and filled with malice. This was not directed at the four emperors, but at Ye Chen.

As descendants of the emperors, they could not tolerate that before departing, the emperors had not glanced at them once, instead showing contentment towards Ye Chen. This was a humiliation they could not bear.

"Kill, kill for this king."

Their overwhelming fury provoked thunderous roars from Kunpeng and Jinwu, driving them mad—more frenzied than rabid dogs. Nothing mattered more than slaying Ye Chen.

"Kill."

Da Sheng of the Kunpeng, Da Sheng of the Jinwu, the Nine-Wing Shen Peng clan, the Ba Qi Da She clan, and many other clans' Da Sheng all charged from all sides, surrounding him and unleashing world-shaking divine abilities.

"Damn it."

Yuan Huang, Kui Niu Huang, Kong Que Sheng Zhu, and the others also moved, rushing to his rescue.

The heavens and earth instantly descended into chaos, filled with countless figures like surging tides, all converging on Ye Chen. One side sought to kill, the other to protect, creating an extraordinarily grand spectacle.

Onlookers from all directions sighed in dismay, unsure whether to envy Ye Chen's fortune or pity his tragedy. So many powerful figures were mobilized because of him, hinting at an all-out brawl.

Ye Chen remained silent, coldly regarding the surroundings. Even from a distance, he could clearly see those ugly, twisted faces, such as those of Kunpeng and Jinwu. Their actions were a disgrace to their ancestral emperors' prestige.

"In the next life, do not provoke those you should not."

Jinwu Da Sheng and Kunpeng Da Sheng were the first to attack, one forming seals and the other swinging a sword, both infused with lethal great techniques—absolute kills at the Da Sheng level.

The other Da Sheng intent on slaying Ye Chen followed suit, unleashing palm prints, fist shadows, finger beams, and magical weapons in a relentless barrage. Not even a Sheng, let alone a Da Sheng, could escape such a deadly onslaught.

Yuan Huang and Kui Niu Huang were a step behind, watching from afar, unable to reach him in time.

That stretch of heaven and earth lost its color amid the sky-filling attacks, weaving visions of stars extinguishing.

"If not for my limited lifespan, I would unleash a few Tian Zhao to let you vermin have a taste."

Ye Chen coldly surveyed the four directions, invoking the Heavenly Dao. Just before being annihilated, he vanished into a black hole in an instant.

The barrage did not cease with his disappearance, crashing down and shattering the earth, collapsing the sky, turning everything into ashes of destruction.

"Even after defeating the emperors, he still couldn't escape death."

Cultivators from all sides watched with sighs, lamenting Ye Chen's ill-fated life. He had survived the divine tribulation nine times over, only to fall to the clans' extermination.

"But he left behind an immortal legend."

Elder cultivators reflected with melancholy, "In a thousand years, the Desolate Ancient Holy Body Ye Chen will be told as a distant story to future generations."

"No one in the world will ever be more dazzling than him."

Younger cultivators murmured to themselves. Even in his fall, Ye Chen overshadowed the eight desolate regions, leaving them in his shadow.

"He's dead, he's dead."

Laughter echoed through the heavens, wild and unrestrained. Kunpeng and Jinwu laughed with grotesque glee, their excitement bordering on madness, even twisted.

The atmosphere at the scene grew oppressively heavy due to their laughter. Figures like Kong Que Da Ming Wang, Dou Zhan Sheng Yuan's Zhun Di, Yuan Huang, and Kui Niu Huang all felt their auras rapidly rising.

In response, the old ancestors of the Kunpeng clan, the Jinwu clan, and various Da Sheng snorted coldly, their momentum undiminished. Already harboring pent-up rage, they were eager to vent it.

The heavens rumbled again as the myriad clans of the Nan Yu divided into two sides. Whether Zhun Di, Da Sheng, or Zhun Sheng, all exuded murderous intent, as if ready for a massive brawl.

Most notably, several Zhun Di, such as the old ancestors of Jinwu, Kunpeng, Kui Niu, and Sheng Yuan, had their divine bodies trembling, with world-shattering forces awakening within them. Anyone sensing it felt an urge to kneel.

At the same time, the divine bodies of Qing Long Wang, Xuan Wu Wang, Zhu Que Wang, Bai Hu Wang, and Qi Lin Wang were also stirred, with artifacts humming inside them, unleashing a heaven-extinguishing might that made the world shake.

Ji Dao Di Bing? Many elder Zhun Di paled, as if detecting something. They realized that several Zhun Di carried Ji Dao Di Qi within them—emperor-level artifacts, incredibly domineering.

The heavens trembled and darkened, unable to bear the emperor's might, crumbling inch by inch.

Cultivators from all directions hastily retreated. The myriad clans had come for more than just watching the Holy Body's tribulation—it was clearly premeditated. Otherwise, why bring emperor weapons to a spectacle?

The myriad clans had deep-seated grudges from ancient times and would not hesitate to go to war with the right excuse.

Today, Ye Chen's death provided the perfect pretext. The clans did not mind using it to ignite conflict, as this land had been peaceful for too long and needed the baptism of war.

To that end, several major clans had brought their emperor weapons. If war broke out, not just the Hong Huang Forest, but the entire Nan Yu could be destroyed—Ji Dao Di Bing were too terrifying.

However, just as the myriad clans were about to unleash a world-shaking brawl, a ethereal voice resounded through the heavens, its source untraceable, as if from an ancient era: "We are all born of the same origin; why be so hasty to devour one another?"

The voice was gentle, yet carried an unmatched majesty, laced with a touch of ancient sorrow. It seemed like a command, but more like a plea, unwilling to see the clans slaughter each other and bring catastrophe to all living beings.

The strong of the myriad clans furrowed their brows, even the Zhun Di. The voice was too ancient and elusive; even with their cultivation and insight, they could not trace its true origin.

"Perhaps it's because too many Ji Dao Di Bing have manifested, stirring the unextinguished emperor dao principles in the void."

An elder Zhun Di with great divine abilities voiced his guess. Though the emperors had returned to silence, their dao endured, their imprints lingering in the world, and emperor weapons could sense those principles.

Is it the great emperors manifesting? Xuan Wu Wang sighed and concealed his Ji Dao Di Bing. He suddenly turned and led Xiao Xuan Wu away with heavy steps, gradually vanishing from sight.

Seeing this, the other four heavenly kings of Nan Yu exchanged glances, shook their heads with a smile, and also retracted their emperor weapons' pressure. Like Xuan Wu Wang, they each led their people and departed.

The departure of the five king clans eased the atmosphere considerably. If it was the imprint of the emperor dao, it was akin to an imperial decree. Continuing the war would be disrespectful to their forebears.

The old ancestors of the Jinwu and Kunpeng clans snorted coldly once more but still turned to leave. Though they had disgraced their ancestors' prestige, they would not defy the former emperors' will—at least not by starting a war recklessly.

The myriad clans hesitated, one after another turning to go. Before leaving, they did not forget to glance at their enemies, as if saying: It's not that we're afraid of you, but we're giving face to the great emperors.

Thus, the vast heavens and earth, once crowded with figures, gradually emptied as the clans dispersed. A world-shaking brawl was ultimately averted.

"Damn it."

Xiao Yuan Huang and Kui Niu were furious, cursing in anger. They had wanted to fight to the death for Ye Chen, but now had nowhere to vent. "Old Seven truly died unjustly."

"Is it fate in the shadows?"

Many elder Zhun Di shook their heads and sighed, "He endured the heavens' divine punishment and triumphed over the emperors' tribulation, yet still could not escape human calamity."

Kong Que Sheng Zhu also sighed, looking at his daughters Qian Shang Yue and the eldest princess. One was erratic and mad, the other silent and withdrawn. As a father, his heart ached.

This was truly a cruel twist of fate. Their other halves were both unparalleled geniuses, yet they were enemies—one slain, the other heartlessly betraying his wife.

How pitiful his daughters were, having loved the wrong people and left with lifelong scars.

To Kong Que Sheng Zhu's sigh, Qian Shang Yue gave a faint smile, not as despondent as one might expect. The world thought Ye Chen was dead, but she knew the Holy Body Ye Chen was still alive.

No one understood Ye Chen better than she did. With his Xian Yan unsealed, his escape skills were unmatched. How could the tenth emperor of Da Chu fall so easily?

She turned silently, certain that Ye Chen lived, and she only needed to wait for him at home.

Before that, she had tasks Ye Chen had entrusted her with: to help many reincarnated individuals unlock their memory seals. As a princess of the Kong Que clan, this would be straightforward for her.