Chapter 1596: Angry Attack on Three Clans

Ye Chen was badly beaten, his body covered in footprints, looking utterly dejected.

That group of scoundrels left, cursing and complaining all the way – it was a total waste. They had waited all night and ended up with nothing.

Before leaving, they all gave Ye Chen a dark look, then turned with equally grim expressions towards Xiong Er's pile.

Last night, nothing had happened on Yunu Peak, so all the bets went bust and ended up in the pockets of Xiong Er, that ruthless dealer.

"Still, you're the one who's good to me." Xiong Er squatted on the ground and patted Ye Chen, grinning without a shred of shame.

With that, he bolted, afraid Ye Chen might shout again:

Wife, someone beat me.

He still remembered the day before, when those beauties had nearly beaten him to death – it had left a lasting shadow, and just thinking about it terrified him.

However, the night hadn't been a complete loss. As the bet dealer, he was the biggest winner, raking in over ten million yuan stones.

The disciples helped Ye Chen to his feet, truly pitying their holy lord, who seemed to get beaten every few days.

"Idiots, you're all out of your minds!" After waking up, Ye Chen roared with utter dominance, clueless as to why he'd been attacked – those scoundrels had hit him viciously.

No one responded to Ye Chen's outburst; that group of scoundrels was already sprawled on their beds, snoring away, completely exhausted.

Ye Chen's face was pitch black as he limped up the mountain.

He had planned to find a quiet spot to study the heavenly book properly, but who could have guessed something like this would happen first thing in the morning.

The farce came and went quickly, and Hengyue Zong returned to its usual calm, with everything proceeding smoothly.

Ye Chen decided to stay on the mountain, burying himself in comprehending the heavenly book.

The women were also at leisure, gathering to research elixirs for eternal youth, occasionally glancing at that towering pile of Hehuan Powder – this stuff could kill if taken in excess.

Another peaceful night fell, with utter silence everywhere.

On Yunu Peak, a beam of immortal light shot straight into the sky.

Ye Chen had advanced; while deeply engrossed in the wordless heavenly book, he broke through from Lingxu Realm to Kongming Realm.

He remained seated cross-legged under the ancient tree, set down the wordless heavenly book, and pulled out a small mirror, staring at it in a daze.

The mirror was bright, reflecting everything around it, yet it couldn't show his face – as if he didn't exist in the world at all.

"I think I've figured it out – I'm still a dead man, wandering through the world in the form of the living."

Ye Chen gave a self-mocking smile, lost in quiet thought, having already guessed the root cause. His smile carried an ancient sorrow.

Though he didn't know what kind of divine ability Ren Wang had used to keep him alive like this, fate would eventually reach its end.

This calamity was inescapable for him; dust was his final resting place.

He quietly gazed up at the starry sky, unable to see his life star.

In this world, there was no trace of him, just like that mirror that couldn't reflect his face – everything was an illusion.

He had long since seen through birth and death; death wasn't frightening, but what was terrifying was failing to fulfill so many long-cherished wishes before the end.

His state of mind was sublimating, undergoing nirvana amid birth and death, finding tranquility in struggle, and touching another kind of Dao.

The Kongming Realm boundary broke through once more, suddenly surging into Zhun Tian Realm and then charging into Tianjing.

This speed of advancement left the two elders in the ethereal realm stunned – was this guy cheating?

Yet, beyond their surprise, they couldn't help but sigh.

In three years, no matter what realm he reached – even if it were Zhun Di – he still couldn't escape the Jiu You death calamity.

Among all the emperors of Da Chu throughout history, he was the most brilliant, yet also the most tragic, toyed with by fate.

In the silence, deep in the distant starry sky, suddenly appeared ten thousand rays of light, with numerous ancient visions interweaving and dancing.

That stretch of starry sky was dyed in splendor, drawing attention from all directions – such visions signaled the birth of a heaven-defying bloodline.

Even more strangely, many dead silent stars in the starry sky gained vitality, with plants breaking through the soil.

"That kind of vision – the child of the earth?" The two elders gazed from afar, exchanging a look, as if recognizing the bloodline that had emerged – absolutely heaven-defying level.

"This era is too extraordinary." On Tianxuan Gate, Donghuang Taixin was also watching, murmuring softly.

The child of the earth, a bloodline fused with all living beings – on the land of Da Chu, in the endless years past, one had appeared before.

That era was earlier than the Chu Emperor's time; after perishing, its blood bones evolved into earth spirit veins, which were discovered by later generations.

In the past, when Da Chu Xuanzong split, Zhengyang Zong was built on those earth spirit veins, allowing it to overpower the other two sects.

Because of those earth spirit veins, it also drew Ye Chen and the Haotian family into a karmic tie, all due to a twist of fate.

"The birth of the child of the earth heralds another golden great momentum." The Yue Emperor murmured lightly, also gazing toward the heavens.

"Or perhaps a great calamity." Chu Emperor took a deep breath, his eyes that encompassed heaven and earth still filled with worry.

"Bring that child over." Donghuang Taixin instructed.

"Don't go." An ethereal sound echoed from Jiu You, as the Zhutian Sword God manifested, in white clothes and white hair like a banished immortal.

"When I arrived, he had already been taken away." The Sword God said.

"Your speed is the first in Zhutian – and someone is faster than you?" Yan Emperor was surprised, finding it hard to believe.

"The Zhutian Wanyu is vast beyond measure, with many hidden dragons and crouching tigers." The Sword God smiled and shook his head. "I couldn't trace that aura; I only know it was a person who reaches heaven and earth."

No sooner had the Sword God spoken than a shocking boom resounded, shaking the Zhutian, the sound originating from the southern domain of Xuan Huang Continent.

Another great clan had unsealed, and not just one.

In the southern domain, three majestic immortal mountains descended one after another, radiating grandeur, with barbaric aura spreading across Xuan Huang.

Upon closer inspection, they were the Baqi Clan, Feng Diao Clan, and Shen Peng Clan, their might shaking heaven and earth.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Zhan Wang stepped into the sky, heading straight to Xuan Huang, wielding the Kaitian Axe, his dominance unmatched.

The other eight emperors also streaked like immortal lights, each carrying an ultimate emperor weapon, making the Zhutian Wanyu tremble.

"The nine ultimate emperor weapons cannot leave Da Chu for too long – you all take it easy." Donghuang Taixin transmitted a divine sense.

"We'll push all the way; no need for too long." The nine emperors responded.

In the southern domain of Xuan Huang, immortal mountains towered, as the three clans returned one after another.

Among the southern domain's myriad clans, these three were major clans, each possessing ultimate emperor weapons, their emperor might spreading in all directions and making heaven and earth pale.

"Again, not my clan." In Kunlun Ancient City, Kui Niu and the others were furious, itching to curse – they'd been waiting until it hurt.

"Only three clans unsealed?" People from all sides gazed remotely at the southern domain.

"Without exception, all are enemies of the holy body. Will the nine ultimate ruthless people of Da Chu Heavenly Court strike again?"

"Most likely – nine peak Zhun Di, nine ultimate emperor weapons; any major clan couldn't withstand such an assault."

"Who is it, who killed my son?" Amid the discussions, the Baqi Emperor roared in fury, his ice-cold killing intent piercing to the bone.

"Who is it, who killed my son?" The Feng Diao Emperor was also enraged, his ultimate emperor might rampantly covering heaven and earth.

"Who is it, who killed my son?" The Shen Peng Emperor stood in the ninth heaven, ruling the sky, his angry roar echoing through the void.

The three clan emperors howled loudly, but the three clan ancestors frowned deeply, looking up to the ethereal and sensing powerful presences.

The nine emperors manifested, lined up in a row, their aura dominating the eight wastes.

The three great races were all shocked, and the ancestors staggered back. "Ninety-nine Zhun Di, ninety-nine ultimate emperor weapons."

Sealed for a hundred years, they had just returned and were met with this lineup.

"After leaving for these years, has something changed in the Zhutian?"

The three clans were all trembling with fear, activating their sect-protecting barriers. Such a lineup terrified them – it was absolute power suppression.

"I told you! The nine ruthless people of Da Chu will definitely come." Cultivators from all sides gathered, watching the southern domain from afar.

"This time, it's going to be a mountain of corpses and a river of blood again."

"Who can they blame? Back then, during the myriad clans' pursuit, they were all so arrogant. To chase one holy body, they mobilized nine emperor weapons, nine Zhun Di, and countless experts."

"The cause and effect will be repaid – it can only be said that their return timing isn't right. If all the myriad clans were here, those nine ruthless people would have to think twice; after all, the myriad clans aren't pushovers."

Under the watchful eyes of the masses, the nine emperors moved, dividing into groups of three – one team heading to Baqi Clan, one to Shen Peng Clan, and one to Feng Diao Clan. The lineup was indeed grand.

Immediately, the booms erupted; the three clans were attacked one after another. Though their sect-protecting barriers were strong, they couldn't withstand the joint bombardment of three emperor weapons – it was merely a facade.

"You and I have no grievances – you're bullying too much." The three clan ancestors roared in anger, wielding their own emperor weapons.

"Ye Chen." The nine emperors of Da Chu uttered only this name.

"Ye... Ye Chen?" The three clan ancestors were stunned, their eyes bulging and pupils contracting.

Just two words surpassed countless explanations – it was tacit understanding. These nine ruthless people were here for Ye Chen's revenge.

But they were shocked, stunned by Ye Chen's identity – actually having nine Zhun Di wielding nine ultimate emperor weapons to avenge him.

At that moment, even the densest person could realize how terrifying Ye Chen's background was and what kind of existence they had provoked. The turn of events caught everyone off guard.

"He killed my clan's crown prince; the grudge is settled. Do you really want to fight to the death?" The three clan ancestors roared in anger.

The nine emperors said nothing and fought even more fiercely, showing no mercy.

The three clans became mountains of corpses, with blood forming rivers.

It was absolute power suppression – a one-sided slaughter.

Even with emperor weapons guarding them, we have ultimate emperor weapons too – nine of them, three against one. We'd crush you.

The sky of the southern domain was shrouded in blood mist, turning bloody.

The spectators were horrified; this was even more terrifying than the previous extermination of four clans. The nine emperors swept through unstoppable.

The conquest without suspense naturally led to a result without suspense.

The three clans were utterly exterminated – whether ancestors or disciples, none escaped, all becoming souls under the emperor might.

In their final moments, the people of the three clans were all cursing.

Cursing who? Naturally, their own crown princes – if not for them provoking Ye Chen, the whole clan wouldn't have been dragged into this.

The inheritance of the emperor's path! Endless years, destroyed in one stroke.

As descendants of the emperor, how could they face their ancestors, how could they face the previous generations?

The three clans were destroyed, no one escaped – only the three clans' emperor weapons fled far away. The nine emperors couldn't stop them and didn't intend to.

A world-shocking war came quickly and ended even faster.

From the start of the battle to the extermination of the three clans, it was only half an hour. This speed made Xuan Huang tremble with fear.

Some people secretly prayed: for the southern domain's myriad clans, if they unsealed, they should return together. Otherwise, one, two, or three clans definitely couldn't withstand the nine emperors' world-shocking assault.

Those nine were too ruthless, and all carried ultimate emperor weapons.