Chapter 1559: Fifty Million Kneel

"Da Chu Tian Ting." This proclamation echoed throughout Xuan Huang, shaking the hearts of all who heard it.

Beneath Wuzhi Shan, Ye Chen, who had been bowed in silence, instinctively lifted his head. A flicker of light sparked in his dim eyes.

He stared blankly toward the mountain's exterior, where the words "Da Chu Tian Ting" resonated endlessly, like a roar from the depths of his soul.

After more than three hundred years, hearing that name again in this foreign land filled him with overwhelming emotion, tears streaming down his face. The blood that had lain dormant for a century now boiled with fervor.

"It's them, it's them." His eyes brimmed with tears, as if he could see through countless miles to his kin in Da Chu—they had come.

"Where is that voice coming from?" On the throne in the empty sky outside the mountain, Fengxian rose to her feet, furrowing her brow as she scanned the surroundings.

"A massive army of cultivators has landed in Xuan Huang from the starry sea." Jinwu Er Taizi arrived from afar, having heard the news, and came to report it.

"How massive is it?" Fengxian raised an eyebrow.

"Over five thousand." Jinwu Er Taizi replied immediately.

"Over five thousand, and they call that an army?" Kunpeng San Taizi, standing nearby, burst into laughter.

"It's over fifty million—this number is more than enough." Jinwu Er Taizi glanced at Kunpeng San Taizi.

As soon as he spoke, Kunpeng San Taizi was so startled he nearly fell from the empty sky.

Not just him—Fengxian was shocked too. Fifty million cultivators—what an immense force, spreading across the land and sky, endless to the eye.

"How could there be such a vast army of cultivators?" Figures like Baqi Taizi turned to Jinwu Er Taizi. "Do you know which force it belongs to?"

"Can't you hear it yourselves? They're shouting 'Da Chu Tian Ting.'"

"Da Chu Tian Ting?" The group frowned, exchanging puzzled glances. In their memories, they had never heard of such a power.

"It's coming, it's coming—fifty million of them are heading straight for Zhongzhou." As they frowned in confusion, Cang Ling Shenzi stumbled over, his face pale with shock.

"Heading for Zhongzhou." Tian Fa Shenzi narrowed his eyes, instinctively glancing at Wuzhi Shan. "They couldn't be here for Ye Chen, could they? Coming to rescue him?"

"Him? Does he have that kind of influence? Fifty million cultivators—you're overestimating him." Jinwu sneered.

"But what if he does? Given the scale, we can't rule it out." Miaomiao Shenzi's words made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

If that were true, how terrifying would Ye Chen's identity be, to mobilize fifty million cultivators for a rescue?

"Whether it is or not, we'll find out soon enough." Fengxian snorted coldly and stepped away, vanishing into the misty void.

Though her face was covered in frost, it couldn't hide her pallor. A deep sense of unease welled up within her, a foreboding that made her soul tremble.

Jinwu, Kunpeng, and the others also fled one after another, seeking vantage points near Wuzhi Shan to watch. They wanted to see if the fifty million cultivators were truly coming to Zhongzhou to save Ye Chen.

"Da Chu Tian Ting." The heavenly army roared all the way, their cries accompanied by thunder that shattered mountains and rivers.

Their formation was so vast that cultivators wandering outside hurried into ancient cities, fearing they might be swallowed up. Even great saints dared not show themselves.

It was like four vast, dark oceans, blotting out the sky and plunging the land into darkness.

"What force could this be?" The walls of ancient cities were packed with people, gazing into the distance with trembling voices.

"Who knows? Fifty million cultivators, arriving through their own transmission gates without using teleportation arrays."

"From Dong Huang, Xi Mo, Nan Yu, and Bei Yue—they're all heading for Zhongzhou. Could it be to save Ye Chen?"

"It's uncertain, but we'll know soon enough."

"Let's follow from behind and take a look." Many bold cultivators had already left the ancient cities, trailing at a safe distance.

Under the watchful eyes of all directions, the heavenly army from Dong Huang, Xi Mo, Nan Yu, and Bei Yue entered Zhongzhou without pause.

They marched straight for Wuzhi Shan at the center, their chilling killing intent turning the heavens and earth into sheets of ice, freezing the air solid.

Behind the heavenly army, groups of figures followed, though most were certain these fifty million were here for Ye Chen, they still wanted to witness it.

"So Ye Chen really is in trouble." On a mountain peak, Chiyang Zi and the white-haired Wuji Zi stood silently, as if peering through the mist to Wuzhi Shan.

"A storm of blood and slaughter is inevitable." Wuji Zi sighed. "If the people of Da Chu go mad, the entire realm of heavens and myriad domains will become a mountain of corpses."

"Let's head to Feng Huang Valley." Chiyang Zi turned immediately. "This is absurd. Has Feng Huang been in seclusion in Xuan Huang for over a hundred years, oblivious to the outside world?"

"In her eyes, there's always only one person—Tai Xu Zi." Wuji Zi shook his head helplessly. "Even if she emerges, she can't stop the catastrophe that's coming."

"Da Chu Tian Ting." The roars from Zhongzhou carried an infinite, magical power, spreading in all directions.

It was unclear when the roaring finally faded.

The heavenly army had already arrived at Wuzhi Shan, forming precise ranks around it—one cultivator per meter, covering a hundred thousand li of heaven and earth.

From above, it looked like a vast black cloud, shrouding a hundred thousand li of sky and ground.

They all carried killing swords on their backs and gripped war spears in their hands. The men wore armor, the women battle robes, and their cloaks fluttered with the Da Chu war flags, shaking the heavens.

Wuzhi Shan was overgrown with weeds, piled high with blood and bones. Ye Chen lay beneath it, chained for a hundred years.

"We're too late." Xie Yun, Situ Nan, Xiong Er, Shangguan Han Yue, and Shangguan Yu Er rushed forward, tears streaming down their faces as they sobbed uncontrollably.

Through the mountain's body, they could see his aged form, bound by iron chains around his hands, feet, and neck.

He was Ye Chen—the mighty lord of Tian Ting, the commanding general who once dominated the eight wildernesses. Now, he was reduced to this pitiful state, worn down by time until nothing remained.

Gazing at him, everyone's eyes filled with hot tears, blurring their vision and their minds.

It was he who led the Da Chu cultivators in full-scale charges.

It was he who avenged the blood debts of Da Chu's heroic spirits.

It was he who came from distant Da Chu to the heavens and myriad domains, carrying the hopes of his homeland, just to lead them back.

A hundred years in the spatial black hole, a hundred years of desperate searching, a hundred years of dark suppression—his best three hundred years of life had been sacrificed to this lonely path, leaving him aged and broken.

"We greet the holy lord." The fifty million Da Chu cultivators choked back sobs in unison. Countless ancestors and descendants flung off their fluttering cloaks and dropped to one knee before Ye Chen with a resounding thud.

This sound was like thunder from the nine heavens, echoing through the skies.

This kneel made the earth tremble for a hundred thousand li.

What a heart-stirring sight it was.

Fifty million cultivators, an army of such magnitude, kneeling together—what kind of glory was that?

"Just who is Ye Chen?" Watching the fifty million kneel, all around were stunned, their hearts trembling with the words.

"For fifty million cultivators to kneel, such supreme honor is fit only for a great emperor!"

"This scene is a legend, destined to become a myth, passed down through the ages."

"I say, what's the background of that guy?" On a distant mountain peak, Long Jie scratched his head furiously, turning to Kui Niu and Xiao Yuan Huang. "Fifty million kneeling—it's got me scared witless."

Not just him—Nan Di and Bei Sheng were watching too.

"The holy lord of Tian Ting, the sovereign of Da Chu." Kui Niu's lips were dry. "That's what Lao Ba said."

"The holy lord of Tian Ting, the sovereign of Da Chu?" Everyone frowned. Even the experienced Nan Di and Bei Sheng exchanged glances and shook their heads.

"That's impossible." On a farther mountain peak, Fengxian, Jinwu, Kunpeng, and Ye Chen's many enemies all turned pale, unable to accept the truth.

They had no idea who Ye Chen was, but seeing fifty million cultivators kneel made it clear his identity and origins were unimaginably fearsome.

They were afraid, their souls quivering uncontrollably.

Only now did they truly realize what kind of existence they had provoked. A single command from him could turn the heavens and myriad domains into a river of blood.

Beneath Wuzhi Shan, Ye Chen's aged body trembled violently, tears streaming down his face and soaking his beard.

After three hundred years, he never imagined Tian Ting still remembered him, crossing star domains at all costs to reach Xuan Huang.

In this moment, though surrounded by thick death energy, his spirit felt rejuvenated, as if he had grown younger.

He had held on until this very instant, not succumbing to time, enduring until the day Tian Ting reunited.

"This isn't your grave." Situ Nan roared, smashing the tombstone at the base of the mountain with a palm.

"Boom, tear down this damned Wuzhi Shan." Xie Yun wiped away his tears and bellowed madly.

As he spoke, he raised his hands to the sky, channeling his origin energy.

Like him, the fifty million cultivators of Tian Ting rose as one, lifting their hands with fingers pointed heavenward.

Under the gaze of all, divine light swirled in each of their palms—it was origin power, the essence of their cultivation.

Streams of divine light shot into the sky, converging above to form a blazing sun.

Instantly, the empty sky collapsed, the heavens cracked, plunging everything into darkness, leaving only that radiant sun.

It was like a sun of doom, making all other light pale in comparison.

It was enormous, like an eight-thousand-zhang mountain, dominating the heavens and earth, intimidating the four seas and eight wildernesses.

Cultivators from all sides bent their knees, unable to resist kneeling. The sun's pressure made the world shudder.

Even hidden quasi-emperors felt immense strain, their expressions filled with dread. Not even they could withstand that sun.

It was too domineering, a strike forged from the origin energy of fifty million cultivators, powerful enough to annihilate a quasi-emperor in an instant.

"Strike." As the fifty million Tian Ting cultivators shouted in unison, the sun plunged downward.

Wherever it passed, the empty sky shattered inch by inch, and visions of destruction intertwined.

It seemed as though all in the world would be obliterated by its overwhelming force, reduced to ash and void.

The masses looked up, eyes fixed, watching the sun expand endlessly in their vision.