Chapter 1570: The Battle at Weiling Mountain

Xuan Huang was in turmoil, encompassing the five domains, with four domains engulfed in battle.

The four heavens were stained red with blood, veiled in a crimson shroud.

Numerous cultivators observed, including many Da Sheng and Sheng Wang, and even one or two Zhun Di figures, all merely spectators.

Ye Chen was a madman, and the Tian Ting cultivators were equally mad. In such a scene, no one dared to provoke them.

Amidst the rumbling booms, the army led by the descendants of the emperors was the first to conclude their battle, annihilating the Ri Yue Shen Jiao.

The old ancestors of the Ri Yue Shen Jiao were all slain, from the highest Sheng Zhu down to the lowliest disciples—none escaped, resulting in total annihilation.

Gazing from afar, it was a blood-soaked land. No mountains stood tall, no palaces remained intact. Limbs and severed arms lay scattered everywhere, fresh blood formed rivers, and fragments of magical artifacts littered the ground.

This was truly a scene of utter devastation, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, like a Shura hell.

Tian Ting achieved a complete victory, each warrior radiating overwhelming killing intent.

Who would have thought that in a war of such massive scale, involving over ten million participants, Da Chu's Tian Ting would suffer zero casualties?

Their combat power was absolutely dominant; the Ri Yue Shen Jiao had been nothing but targets for slaughter from start to finish, with no chance to fight back.

Xiao Chen's voice boomed powerfully, echoing in all directions:

"Take everything that can be carried—don't leave a single thing behind and bring it all back."

At his command, the Tian Ting cultivators sheathed their killing swords and battle spears, rolled up their bloodstained sleeves, and began the plunder.

The battle was over, so why not collect the spoils?

They had spent a fortune hiring mercenaries, so they needed to recoup some of it. As a major sacred ground, it should be quite wealthy.

Thus, the army split into two groups: five million cultivators handled the looting, while another five million blocked the four sides to prevent any troublemakers from interfering.

The spectators felt awkward, standing with hands clasped behind their backs on the mountain peaks.

We know you wiped them out; we're not trying to steal anything.

Besides, with your massive formation, who would be foolish enough to rush in for treasures? Only if they had lost their minds.

What followed was a scene that could only be described as utterly shameless.

The Tian Ting cultivators scoured every inch: ancient trees, rare flowers and grasses, spiritual springs, even fragments of magical artifacts—nothing was left behind.

Some of them, while picking up storage bags, even stripped the clothes right off the bodies, leaving only undergarments.

The cultivators watching from various peaks—whether Zhun Di or Zhun Sheng level—all collectively twitched their mouths in disbelief.

During the battle, these people had been a horde of madmen.

Now, in the looting, they had all turned into shameless bandits.

Moreover, judging by their skilled techniques, it was clear they had done this kind of pilfering many times before.

"Shao Wang, a secret order from the Sheng Zhu." From the void above, a burly Huang expert arrived and handed over a jade slip.

Xiao Chen waved his hand, crushing the jade slip from a distance, and absorbed the divine sense message within into his sea of consciousness.

Immediately, his eyes burst with divine light.

Long Teng and the others gathered around, all looking at Xiao Chen.

"Head to Xi Mo and surround Ling Shan," Xiao Chen said, turning first and striding into the void, his rolling killing intent trailing behind him.

Upon hearing this, the Tian Ting cultivators were all fired up with battle spirit.

Clearly, this siege was not over yet; another great war was coming, and they would strike at Ling Shan in Xi Mo.

Behind them lay a road paved with blood and bones.

The cultivators from all directions wisely cleared a path.

That group's killing intent was too thick, their ferocity hard to conceal—only those who had endured war possessed such an aura.

"A major sacred ground, just wiped out like that?" The onlookers murmured, still unsatisfied.

"Millions slaughtered—how can you sum it up with just the word 'tragic'?"

"Tian Ting fought this battle brilliantly."

"Hey? They're not heading back to Zhong Zhou; why are they going toward Xi Mo?" Someone exclaimed in surprise, causing those who were about to head home to turn back and gaze into the distance.

"They wouldn't be going after Ling Shan, would they?" Someone pondered aloud.

As soon as these words were spoken, many others nodded meaningfully.

If they were attacking Ling Shan, it wouldn't be surprising. Ye Chen had been suppressed by the Buddha at Wu Zhi Shan, and now, with Tian Ting's overwhelming power, they were likely settling old scores.

Thinking of this, the spectators swarmed after them, eager for the next spectacle.

"Surround Ling Shan?" The other three armies had also finished their battles and received the same secret order.

Since it was a command from the Tian Ting Sheng Zhu, no one disobeyed.

And so, the armies led by Long Yi and Long Wu, as well as those under the Da Chu Five Kings, marched westward.

The descendants of the emperors advanced from the Nan Yu toward the northwest.

Chu Ling Yu led her forces directly from Bei Yue toward the southwest.

At Tian Ting's Xian Shan, on the peak of Yu Nu Peak, Ye Chen, who had been seated, rose to his feet, with flames manifesting as clouds beneath him.

"Given your current weakened state, there's no need for you to go to Xi Mo personally," Hong Chen Xue said softly.

"I still have unfinished karma with the Buddha lineage," Ye Chen replied with a smile, taking a step out of Yu Nu Peak.

Hong Chen Xue shook her head helplessly and followed suit.

Accompanying them were over a thousand Tian Ting experts.

After they left, Yan Fei, who had been guarding Tian Ting, also departed, following discreetly from behind as a form of secret protection.

Xi Mo became lively once more, as Tian Ting's four armies—fully forty million cultivators—converged as one.

Ten million on the left, ten million on the right, ten million at the front, and ten million circling behind, they charged toward Ling Shan.

From a distance, the Ling Shan Buddhists spotted the Tian Ting army.

They advanced like four vast, pitch-black oceans, swallowing the heavens and earth, poised to engulf Ling Shan.

At that moment, even the Buddha's tranquil hearts trembled.

Instantly, Ling Shan quaked, and the Buddhist barriers rose, with a ten-thousand-zhang golden Buddha manifesting once more, its Buddha light illuminating the world.

"Do they really think numbers alone can take Ling Shan?" On the peak of Ling Shan, Feng Xian smirked, her lips curving with a mix of mockery, playfulness, and a hint of cunning.

As she spoke, the Tian Ting's four armies had already arrived.

The dark masses of figures formed orderly cultivator formations: those from the east rode spirit beasts, those from the west trod flying swords, those from the south soared on clouds and mist, and those from the north commanded war chariots.

Forty million cultivators filled the vast skies and blanketed the endless earth, their momentum majestic.

Each one wore armor and had magical artifacts hovering above their heads.

Divine swords hummed, sword qi danced wildly, killing formations buzzed, all aimed at Ling Shan, with rolling killing intent sweeping across the heavens and earth.

Tian Ting harbored deep hatred toward the Buddha, for the Buddha not only sheltered their enemies but had also suppressed Ye Chen.

This was both a grudge and a karmic tie that must be severed.

"It's undeniable that their foreheads are indeed shinier than ours," Long Yi and Long Wu said, touching their bald heads and feeling that their own baldness had lost its luster.

"This old one has divined it—there are plenty of treasures inside," Gu San Tong and Wu Ya Dao Ren chimed in, once again playing the role of charlatans.

"You harmed my brother and got him suppressed; today, we won't stop until you're destroyed," Xie Yun, Si Tu Nan, and Xiong Er said, their expressions ice-cold as they glared at Ling Shan, unable to suppress their raging fury.

The other reincarnated individuals felt the same, awaiting the order to swing their killing swords without hesitation and demand justice.

Ye Chen arrived, stepping on flames and clouds, his white clothes, white hair, and white beard giving him an indifferent demeanor, devoid of joy or sorrow.

The spectators had also come, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, like surging waves upon the sea.

Upon seeing the scene outside Ling Shan, they couldn't help but sigh.

"A hundred years ago, Ye Chen came here to capture Feng Xian, overturning Ling Shan, slaughtering the Buddhists, and forcing Shakyamuni into the world of tribulation—I'll never forget it."

"A hundred years later, Ye Chen returns, still to capture her."

"The difference is, this time Ye Chen lacks his heaven-defying power. Though he doesn't have the Great Accomplishment Saint Bone, he's not fighting alone—he's brought forty million Tian Ting cultivators."

"No wonder such a grand display; Feng Xian has fled to Ling Shan for refuge again."

An elderly Zhun Di who loved fishing had also arrived, finding a comfortable spot and stroking his beard in admiration.

"Are all the Ling Shan Buddhists blockheads? They got tricked once, and today they're still protecting Feng Xian?"

"Things won't end well today," many others said, sharpening their gazes in anticipation of the drama unfolding.

Ye Chen halted, standing just outside Ling Shan.

From that distance, he seemed to see Feng Xian on the peak.

She had cut her hair short again and donned Buddhist robes.

As before, a hundred years ago, she looked like a nun who had seen through the mortal world, her eyes full of compassion, her act utterly convincing.

Yet, he clearly saw the ferocity and cunning in her eyes. Her smile carried mockery and playfulness, as if taunting: Kill me if you can! Come and kill me!