Chapter 1587: The Return of Great Chu

Sounds of astonishment echoed everywhere. "What happened? Where did that rumbling come from?" People looked around left and right, unable to pinpoint the source of the noise.

"Could it be that another major clan has been unsealed?"

"Even if a major clan has been unsealed, the commotion is far too great." The old veterans' eyes flickered with deep meaning.

"What kind of aura is this? So ancient." The four clans' ancestors frowned, their quasi-emperor composure shaken as they felt a sense of dread in their hearts.

"A long-lost feeling." Tian Zhu and Di Mie smiled, both gazing up at the misty heavens. "The Zhutian Gate has finally returned."

"Da Chu." The fifty million cultivators of the Heavenly Court also caught the scent of their homeland, all shouting toward the sky, their voices filled with grief and anguish.

It was a blend of blood and tears, a roar from the soul. Emotions suppressed for three hundred years erupted in this instant.

They were summoning the Da Chu emperors. Only the nine emperors of Da Chu could save Ye Chen from his peril—he was on the brink of death.

In the yellow sand, Ye Chen's murky eyes were moistened with tears. It was as if he were deprived of oxygen, his breathing shifting from slow to rapid.

In the darkness, it seemed he could already see that vast and beautiful landscape.

The Heavenly Court had held on, enduring until Da Chu's return. His final battle had won that glimmer of dawn.

"Delay could lead to changes—kill him." The demon clan's ancestor snorted coldly, his hand like a divine blade, slashing down at Ye Chen.

"Bullying Da Chu as if it has no one?" An icy voice suddenly arose as a golden palm struck from the distant void.

The demon clan's ancestor was hit, sent tumbling through the air, flipping over a dozen times without stopping.

"This is incredible." The surrounding cultivators stared in shock.

"Who is it?" The ancestors of the demon clan, god clan, and Phoenix clan narrowed their eyes, fixing their gaze on one direction.

To knock over a clan's ancestor with a single palm, the attacker must be a quasi-emperor—and not just any quasi-emperor.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept across the heavens and earth, freezing everything inch by inch in ice that made souls tremble.

Nine blurred figures materialized before the world's eyes.

They seemed to come from a distant era, ancient and weathered, treading the river of time as the years flowed backward for them.

The world turned still upon their arrival. Drifting leaves and howling bloody winds froze in that moment.

"Father Emperor." Tian Xu, the descendant of the emperors, wept openly.

"Xuan Chen." Yan Fei was tearful, sobbing uncontrollably.

"It's like a lifetime ago!" The five kings of Da Chu wore complex expressions, their smiles tinged with weariness as they recalled the glorious days of the past.

The nine emperors of Da Chu had arrived, standing in a line as they advanced through the heavens.

Chu Huang was in the center, clad in golden armor and wielding the Xuanyuan Sword.

To his left, Yan Huang had the Xian Wang Tower hovering above his head, Yue Huang carried the Phoenix Qin on her back, Zhan Wang held the Kaitian Axe, and Xuan Huang grasped the Kunlun Mirror.

To his right, Tian Zang Huang wielded the Jiu Huang Emperor Sword, Dong Huang had the Zhutian Array Diagram across his head, Tai Wang held the Shen Dian Tian Seal, and Chen Huang was encircled by the Da Xia Dragon Pearl. Without exception, all carried ultimate dao emperor weapons.

The heavens lost their color, billions of thunderbolts roared, stars crumbled, the blazing sun fell into darkness, and ancient visions intertwined to form scenes of world-ending destruction, as if ushering in a dark epoch.

"Heavens above! Nine quasi-emperors, nine ultimate emperor weapons." Tremors spread in all directions as people bent their knees, nearly kneeling.

"How... how is this possible?" Over ten million cultivators from the four clans retreated en masse, their ancestors' legs weakening with fear, their voices trembling uncontrollably.

"Gulp." An elderly quasi-emperor swallowed hard, his quasi-emperor cultivation unable to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

"When it comes to presence, it has to be the nine emperors of Da Chu." Tian Zhu and Di Mie squatted on two rocks, one smoking and the other drinking, one speaking with gravity and the other with profound meaning.

"Is... is this the true Da Chu Heavenly Court?" Nan Di, Bei Sheng, and Kui Niu felt their mouths go dry, stunned by the overwhelming spectacle, their eyes wide.

"I don't believe it." Feng Xian's face was pale and bloodless, her phoenix eyes bulging as she trembled and retreated.

Only now did she truly realize what kind of existence she had provoked.

Fifty million cultivators, nine peak quasi-emperors, nine ultimate dao emperor weapons—this force could not only destroy her but also flatten the entire Phoenix clan without issue.

For the first time in a hundred years, she felt the terror of death, as if seeing a grim reaper beckoning to her.

"Da Chu, my homeland." Ye Chen smiled, his frail body finally collapsing in the fierce wind.

He was too exhausted to hold up Da Chu's banner any longer.

Yue Huang flashed to his side, catching him and pointing a finger to his brow to seal his last fading breath.

The other eight emperors acted together, deploying ancient secret techniques to lock his origin and stabilize his nearly dissipating soul.

The nine emperors trembled, imagining how grueling this junior's battle had been, fighting to the death while upholding Da Chu's banner.

The heavens fell silent, eerily so, as if even heartbeats had ceased.

In the midst of the profound quiet, a beam of immortal light descended from the sky.

It was an immortal shadow in white robes and white hair, like a banished immortal from a clan. Upon closer inspection, it was the Zhutian Sword God.

"Is that... the Sword God? The myth of the heavens?" Many people froze in shock, especially the older cultivators.

"There's more behind." Someone cried out in alarm, drawing all eyes as over a hundred divine lights shot forth in succession.

"Again, quasi-emperors—over a hundred of them." The onlookers were stunned, their hearts quaking at such a lineup.

In an instant, over a hundred figures arrived one after another: Dong Huang Tai Xin, the five great heavenly kings of the forbidden zone, Jiu Huang Shen Zhu, Dan Zun, the clan king of Da Xia Huang Chao, Da Luo Zhutian, and more.

Seeing the blood-soaked heavens, the pitiful state of Ye Chen, and the Da Chu cultivators of Tian Xu, Dong Huang Tai Xin was furious.

"Damn it all." The Tian Xuan Gate quasi-emperor roared, his voice shaking the skies.

Even the usually calm Sword God could no longer suppress his killing intent, the ringing of his killing sword echoing through the heavens.

"Ye Chen." A choked sob arose from a spirit talisman in Dong Huang Tai Xin's hand, from which a graceful figure emerged, embracing his sealed body and weeping like rain.

It was Liu Ru Yan, the daughter of the Liu family in her past life and the founding princess of Nan Zhao Kingdom, now the eleventh emperor of Da Chu in this life.

Because of her, Ye Chen had used emotion to mend the Chaos Dao, awakening his bloodline limit for the first time and incurring heavenly tribulation from the heavens above.

That death had spanned three hundred years. The once-dominant lord of the Heavenly Court now appeared so aged.

Tian Xu Heavenly King sighed, gently waving his hand to lift the Tian Xu restrictions, releasing the fifty million trapped Heavenly Court cultivators.

The fifty million went mad, their vision blurred by blood and tears.

They could stand here alive only because of that lone, desolate figure who had charged forward in isolation.

He had broken his promise but bought time for the Heavenly Court.

Now, Da Chu had returned, the emperors had come back, yet he had fallen, tormented by the damned Zhoutian until his body was ruined, ravaged by the accursed years until he was covered in wounds. His fate was riddled with holes.

Cries of grief shook the earth, filled with sorrow and rage.

The nine emperors rose, silent, their expressions devoid of joy or sorrow.

Such silence was the most terrifying, like a primordial beast that had slumbered for eons, on the verge of awakening.

Still in a line, the nine stood shoulder to shoulder, stepping toward the four clans, each holding their emperor weapons and awakening their ultimate dao emperor might.

Thumping sounds erupted as the nine emperors of Da Chu moved with immense weight, each step making the ground rumble and shake.

"He killed our clan's crown prince, so this grudge is settled. What more do you want?" The four clans' ancestors staggered backward.

"This has nothing to do with grudges—it's simply because Da Chu is stronger than you." The nine emperors spoke flatly, their words shattering the ancient vault of the heavens.

"You're pushing things too far." The four clans' ancestors erupted in fury.

"So what if we bully you?" Zhan Wang thundered like lightning, the most aggressive among them, wielding his emperor weapon and charging straight at the Phoenix clan.

The Kaitian War Axe unleashed emperor dao laws, dominating through the ages, splitting the heavens with one strike and obliterating a hundred thousand Phoenix troops.

"Damn it." The Phoenix clan's ancestor roared, activating his emperor weapon, the Phoenix Mirror, unleashing devastating divine light.

The Jiu You Immortal Melody rang out melodiously, as the Phoenix Mirror's divine light was blocked and annihilated by Yue Huang's Phoenix Qin.

The other emperors also moved. Xuan Huang, Chen Huang, and Tian Zang Huang clashed with the ancient demon clan, their assaults unmatched in the world.

Dong Huang and Tai Wang attacked the demon clan, with the Shen Dian Tian Seal and Zhutian Array Diagram hovering in the sky, their emperor dao pressure spanning eternity.

Chu Huang and Yan Huang battled the god clan, the Xuanyuan Sword suppressing the Tian Shen Sword, the Xian Wang Tower standing tall in the heavens, its emperor might blooming. Regardless of whether they were in the emperor realm or great saints, all were instantly destroyed.

This was a terrifying scene: thirteen quasi-emperors in battle, thirteen ultimate emperor weapons clashing.

Such a war level approached an emperor dao conquest, upending the universe, reversing yin and yang, with time and years overturned in the cycle of origins, sweeping away all destruction.

The nine emperors of Da Chu were like eight desolate war gods, commanding the world; the women were like peerless queens, radiant and extraordinary, all with unmatched combat prowess and peerless attacks, making the heavens tremble for them.

The four clans piled up mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, unable to withstand the nine emperors' assault as swaths of figures turned to ash in the fight.