Chapter 1569: Four Regions War

Chapter 1569: Si Yu Da Zhan (Four Domains Great Battle)

Ye Chen smiled. "Forgive her? Can that bring back the deceased reincarnated ones? This is a blood debt, to be repaid with blood."

"Regarding the events of the past, I have heard about them. But the Feng Huang Shen Zi (Phoenix Divine Son) is already dead. Do you truly intend to slaughter the Feng Huang Gong Zhu (Phoenix Princess) as well?"

"This is a separate matter from that." Ye Chen replied casually.

"The Feng Huang Clan is descended from emperors, with an unfathomable foundation and supreme Dao emperor weapons. If you don't leave any room for mercy in this affair, the Tian Ting (Heavenly Court) will surely face calamity." Chi Yang Zi said hastily.

"There's no need to pressure me with the Feng Huang Clan. If a war truly breaks out, Da Chu (Great Chu) will not fear the Feng Huang Clan." Ye Chen's words were calm. "Her survival so far is only due to the blood and bones sacrificed by Da Chu's heroic spirits. What she owes to Da Chu must be repaid with her life."

Chi Yang Zi wanted to say more, but in the end, he held his tongue.

Although he hadn't interacted with Ye Chen deeply, he understood his character well—clear in distinguishing kindness and grudges, and deeply stubborn in his obsessions.

Over the years, every legend about Ye Chen had been tied to the reincarnated ones. Whenever that boundary was crossed, without exception, all involved paid a bloody price.

With a sigh, Chi Yang Zi rose and left.

He had held onto a sliver of hope, but he hadn't swayed Ye Chen at all.

What difference did being a quasi-emperor make? It was impossible to make Ye Chen let go of his hatred. This matter couldn't be resolved through mere pleas.

Once outside the Tian Ting, Chi Yang Zi walked up to a mountain peak.

There, the white-haired Wu Ji Zi was already waiting. "You look dejected. No need to say it—I take it you hit a wall."

"I underestimated him." Chi Yang Zi sighed.

"Here's some advice: don't get involved in this anymore. You can't handle it." Wu Ji Zi spoke leisurely.

"This is going to be hard to explain to the Feng Huang side!"

"Even if the Feng Huang Clan, the Xian Clan (Immortal Clan), and Dong Hua (East Heaven) joined forces, they might not defeat Da Chu. What's the point of helping the Feng Huang Clan save Feng Xian? It would only invite greater disaster. If Da Chu's nine figures go berserk, no one could withstand it."

"I'll stay out of this from now on." Chi Yang Zi said lightly. "Let's talk about the relationship between Ye Chen and Tian Xu (Heavenly Void). I can sense that he has gathered two Xian Yan (Immortal Eyes), and even the Chen Zhan (Dust Battle) Saint Bone has been fused into him."

"He is a Da Chu emperor who has slain an emperor, and even the forbidden zones would show him respect." Wu Ji Zi slowly turned around. "I'm starting to understand that the attack on Tian Xu in the past was a massive mistake from the beginning."

Wu Ji Zi's words were laden with meaning, causing Chi Yang Zi's brows to furrow. He followed suit and vanished in an instant.

At the summit of Yu Nu Feng (Jade Maiden Peak), Ye Chen watched the two depart.

He had anticipated Chi Yang Zi's plea for mercy. Not to mention him—even if the Feng Huang herself came, she couldn't save Feng Xian.

This was a blood debt that had dragged on for over a hundred years, now an unending feud.

Behind him, Hong Chen Xue (Red Dust Snow) approached again, holding a piece of white paper and stuffing it directly into Ye Chen's arms.

Ye Chen collected his thoughts and glanced at the paper.

Suddenly, his heart ached sharply.

What Hong Chen Xue gave him was the payment for hiring experts—the amount made even his heart race.

"It's thanks to the Tian Ting's large numbers that we could gather so much money. Other forces probably don't have that kind of boldness, even if they did, they couldn't afford it." Hong Chen Xue shook her head with a smile. "This proves that numbers do make a difference, just like with Da Chu's Tian Ting."

"So, you've hired all the mercenary groups in Xuan Huang (Mysterious Desolation)?"

"You said money doesn't matter." Hong Chen Xue shrugged. "We can always earn more. But the mercenaries from Xuan Huang are quite reliable. With this many experts, plus the Tian Ting army, we can crush the enemy. This battle is a sure win."

"Money makes the world go round!" Ye Chen sighed, summoning a wisp of flame to burn the paper to ashes.

"You said you know where Feng Xian is. Was that a guess, or do you have a special way?"

"In this world, no one understands her better than I do."

"Then tell me, where is she now!"

"Xi Mo (West Desert), Ling Shan (Ling Mountain)." Ye Chen replied leisurely.

"I'll trust you unconditionally." Hong Chen Xue said with a light smile.

The two fell silent, standing like statues.

What followed was waiting, as Xuan Huang was vast and required time for everyone to arrive, let alone with so many people.

Huang Ren (Emperor Ren) handled things reliably, dispatching mercenary groups one by one to their designated spots on standby.

The lineup was indeed formidable, with over eighty percent being Da Sheng (Great Saints) and not a few Sheng Wang (Saint Kings).

However, when they saw the Tian Ting army's formation, these hired experts were nearly scared out of their wits.

Before their eyes was a vast, dark sea of people, spreading across the skies and earth like an endless ocean.

"A million cultivators—this must be some force's army."

"Haven't you seen the war banners? It's Da Chu's Tian Ting."

"Bringing such a force to attack and still hiring mercenaries—and so many of them. Is their money burning a hole in their pocket?"

"We're paid to do the job, so why worry about the details?" An older mercenary stroked his beard.

Under the moonlight, the mercenaries merged with the Tian Ting army, marching straight toward their target in a grand procession.

Such a commotion was impossible to hide from the world's gaze, and upon seeing the formation, people turned pale with shock.

"Da Chu's Tian Ting has finally made its move—a million cultivators, even Da Sheng would flee at the sight."

"I said it before: once they built their mountain gate and stabilized, they'd settle scores one by one. And here we are."

"With a five-million-cultivator army, I'd do the same—wipe them out one after another. No choice, really; numbers make you unstoppable."

Amid the discussions, the Tian Ting army swept over mountain after mountain and plain after plain.

The formation was terrifyingly massive—men in armor, women in battle garb, some riding flying swords, others on spirit beasts, some driving war chariots, and others soaring through the clouds.

Wherever they passed, the skies rumbled, and the earth cracked under the immense pressure, unable to bear it.

In the nan yu (southern domain), an ancient city was the first to erupt into battle.

There, Kui Niu (Kui Ox), Xiao Yuan Huang (Little Ape Emperor), Nan Di (South Emperor), Qing Long (Azure Dragon), and their group led Tian Ting experts to surround enemies like Jin Wu (Golden Crow) and Kun Peng (Kun Peng), completely overwhelming them in power.

"Do you really want to fight to the death?" Jin Wu and Kun Peng roared, their hair disheveled and faces twisted in fury.

"For killing my brothers back then, we'll use your heads to honor their spirits in heaven." Kui Niu fought the fiercest, wielding his battle axe and forcing Jin Wu to stagger back.

"Keep acting tough!" Xiao Yuan Huang gripped his Ujin iron staff, his fiery golden eyes blazing with divine light. Together with Da Di Wu Xiong (Great Earth Bear), Chuan Shan Jia (Pangolin), and Bei Ming Yu (Northern Sea Fish), they encircled Kun Peng, unleashing attacks relentlessly.

Nan Di, Qing Long, Xuan Wu (Black Tortoise), Bai Hu (White Tiger), and Zhu Que (Vermilion Bird) were also in the thick of it, each facing their opponents in heated combat.

Jin Wu and Kun Peng howled, trying several times to break free, but they were repeatedly driven back by the Tian Ting experts, their heads forced down as their divine bodies exploded repeatedly.

At that moment, they regretted listening to Feng Xian's deceptions and staying in Xuan Huang. Now, they were all being taken down together.

They had underestimated Da Chu's Tian Ting. In such a vast Xuan Huang, they were located with pinpoint accuracy.

It was a miscalculation, a severe one. They thought they were hidden well, but they were still found and caught off guard.

The battle was uneven, with no doubt about the outcome.

Whether it was Kun Peng, Jin Wu, Ba Qi (Eight-headed Serpent), Feng Diao (Wind Eagle), or their followers—nearly a thousand in total—none escaped. All were suppressed, and their cultivations were abolished.

Although Kui Niu and the others were filled with killing intent, they didn't slay them, as Ye Chen had instructed: cripple, but don't kill.

No sooner had their battle ended than thunderous booms echoed simultaneously in dong huang (eastern domain), xi mo (western desert), nan yu (southern domain), and bei yue (northern marches).

The Tian Ting's four armies launched their attacks at the same time.

From above, it looked like four dark oceans crashing with terrifying waves, swallowing everything in their path.

"Hold the line! Hold it for me!" Tian Fa Sheng Di (Heavenly Law Sacred Land), Piao Miao Gong (Vast Mist Palace), Cang Ling Dian (Azure Spirit Hall), and Ri Yue Shen Jiao (Sun Moon Divine Sect) roared endlessly, their ancestors bellowing with pale faces.

Their protective barriers were strong, but the enemy had too many people—a full million cultivators, including Da Sheng and Sheng Wang, with absolutely superior force.

"Fight! Fight to the death!" The Tian Ting cultivators shouted, their voices shaking the nine heavens, each like a madman.

It was Ye Chen's grudge, the reincarnated ones' grudge, driving them into a frenzy. Now that they'd caught their enemies, they fought with everything.

Figures filled the four directions of the heavens, protected by the Tai Xu Gu Long Clan's (Great Void Ancient Dragon Clan) barrier and attacking with their offensive formations, striking with overwhelming ferocity.

Looking from afar, that stretch of sky was covered in divine light, with array patterns dancing and intertwining with divine abilities and secret techniques, enhanced by weapons that repeatedly submerged the enemy's barriers.

The four sacred lands' protective barriers became mere decorations; even with the ancestors personally controlling them, they were shattered.

It was all because the Tian Ting had too many cultivators, and their attack formations were brutally powerful. No one could withstand such a force.

With the barriers broken, it turned into a one-sided massacre.

The sacred lands' Da Sheng-level ancestors and Sheng Wang-level elders were surrounded by the mercenary groups and directly engaged.

The rest, like small fry, were pushed aside by the Tian Ting.

Notably, Tian Fa Shen Zi (Heavenly Law Sacred Son), Piao Miao Shen Zi (Vast Mist Divine Son), Cang Ling Shen Zi (Azure Spirit Divine Son), and Ri Yue Shen Zi (Sun Moon Divine Son) were specially targeted from the start.

The four wore expressions of terror as they fled desperately. They thought hiding in their sect's stronghold would keep them safe.

But they never imagined they'd be found, with a million-cultivator army bearing down on them.

Now, their sects couldn't protect them and were being slaughtered en masse, with people turning to blood mist in waves.

The battle was brutal and bloody, sending chills through hearts.

In Xuan Huang's four domains—excluding Zhong Zhou (Central Province)—all were engulfed in warfare, shaking the entire region.

"What audacity—to attack four forces at once!" Those who came to watch exclaimed.

"The Tian Ting doesn't strike lightly, but when it does, it shakes heaven and earth!"

"This is karma. They bullied Ye Chen so harshly back then, even imprisoning him under Wu Zhi Shan (Wu Zhi Mountain) for a hundred years. Now, it's all coming back. That's cause and effect."

"Are the four sacred lands out of their minds? With the Tian Ting's five million cultivators, how dare they stay in Xuan Huang? If I were them, I'd have vanished long ago."

"They thought they hid cleverly. Well, look at them now—they're done for. I love watching spectacles like this."

"The Tian Ting, I underestimated you." At Xi Mo's Ling Shan, Feng Xian stood at the peak, gazing at the distant surging blood mist, her expression turning slightly savage.

Ye Chen had guessed right; she had indeed hidden in Ling Shan, waiting for the Feng Huang Clan to return and settle scores with the Tian Ting.

But she had miscalculated, severely underestimating the Tian Ting's ability to track people. In just a few days, they had found everyone one by one.

She was certain that, aside from herself, people like Jin Wu and Kun Peng had likely all been captured, with no escapes.

"Ling Shan was already overturned once because of you, and now you're at it again. Does the Buddhist faction have a grudge against you?" A leisurely voice rang out as Xi Zun (West Venerable) stepped onto the peak, smiling at Feng Xian.

After a hundred years, Xi Zun had returned from his trials, his Buddhist eyes still serene, though his aura was more concealed.

"I have seen through the mortal world and wish to devote myself to Buddhist practice." Feng Xian's savage expression faded as she performed a Buddhist salute.

Her eyes carried a seemingly compassionate mercy, making her look like a bodhisattva to the unknowing.

"I pity you." Xi Zun said faintly.