Chapter 1613: The Late Demon Lord

The night that should have been peaceful was shattered by two thunderous booms.

Two black eggs landed one after the other on the Zhongtong Dadi, causing the entire Eight Wastelands to tremble and vast mountains to collapse.

A wave of demonic and murderous energy spread in all directions, wilting flowers, grass, and trees at a visible speed wherever it passed.

In an instant, the surrounding ten thousand li turned into a pitch-black wasteland.

“What happened?” Wuya Daoist, standing on the Zhongtong Dadi, ascended to the peak of a towering mountain, his face pale.

“The aura of the Tianmo.” Gu Santong appeared in an instant.

“The Tenth Imperial Order: All cultivators of Da Chu must immediately evacuate the Zhongtong Dadi.” A ethereal voice echoed, carrying the majesty of an emperor.

It was Ye Chen’s words, transmitted through the Xuanyuan Sword as a medium, ordering the cultivators on the Zhongtong Dadi to retreat in all directions.

With two Zhundi from the Tianmo Domain descending, a great battle was inevitable.

A clash between Zhundi-level figures would create immense turmoil, and any misstep could bring disaster to the Da Chu cultivators.

Upon the imperial order, no one dared disobey. They all activated domain gates and teleportation arrays, fleeing to the east, west, south, and north as quickly as possible.

“Do not engage in a direct fight; just hold them off.” Ye Chen streaked across the sky like a divine ray, not forgetting to remind Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan nodded slightly, her heaven-treading technique no weaker than Ye Chen’s.

From within her body, a strand of immortal light emerged—it was the supreme Dao emperor weapon, Yu Ruyi, transforming into a green immortal sword.

Emperor might radiated from it, with emperor Dao principles intertwining to enhance her realm.

Even Ye Chen could not defeat her, so she could certainly stand against a Zhundi. Ordinary Zhundi were no match for her.

Ahead, Ye Chen’s form changed. His long black hair turned strand by strand into golden hair, and an ancient sacred mark etched itself on his forehead—the divine mark exclusive to the Huanggu Shengti.

His ancient sacred body glowed with golden light, as if forged from molten gold, every drop of sacred blood interwoven with emperor Dao principles.

He resembled a war god, making Chu Xuan’s beautiful eyes shimmer with emotion.

At that moment, his majestic back was incredibly familiar, perfectly matching the figure she had seen in her dreams.

It was him, exactly him. Chu Xuan rarely smiled, but a faint one appeared now.

On the Zhongtong Dadi, the Da Chu cultivators had evacuated, leaving it deserted.

With a cracking sound, the two black eggs exploded simultaneously.

Two beams of demonic light shot into the sky, piercing straight through the heavens and creating two massive holes in the firmament, with rolling thunder rampaging everywhere.

Amid the surging demonic fog, two vague figures emerged side by side.

They both wore ancient armor, cold and heavy.

The one on the left had blood-red hair, with a round sun mark on his forehead. His dark eyes seemed to encompass the heavens and earth, and upon closer inspection, one could see stars flickering and extinguishing within them.

The one on the right had purple hair, with a crescent moon mark on his forehead. His blood-red eyes were sinister and violent, with numerous destructive visions intertwining and dancing around him.

They were the Yin Yang Mo Jun, the only two surviving Mo Jun under the Tianmo Emperor.

More than three hundred years ago, two other black eggs had descended on Da Chu—one in Southern Chu and one in Northern Chu.

Those two were the Hei Zhan Mo Jun and the Zi Ye Mo Jun.

The Hei Zhan Mo Jun landed in Southern Chu and was killed in a group beating by Ye Chen and others before he could even show off.

The Zi Ye Mo Jun lasted a bit longer than the Hei Zhan Mo Jun but was still unlucky. He was first hunted by Hong Chen, then by Zi Xuan, and finally by Shen Xuanfeng, chased to his death in frustration.

The Yin Yang Mo Jun were supposed to descend with the Zi Ye Mo Jun and Hei Zhan Mo Jun, but some issues arose midway.

As Donghuang Taixin had said, they were off by a bit of time.

That delay lasted over three hundred years, so they only arrived in Da Chu after the great war had ended.

Fortunately for them, they were delayed, which allowed them to escape that calamity.

Otherwise, if they had descended on schedule, they would have been wiped out long ago.

As for the Tianmo Jun, Di Mo Jun, Lei Mo Jun, Feng Mo Jun, Yan Mo Jun, Anhei Mo Jun, Shi Xue Mo Jun, Jiu You Mo Jun, and Tiannv Mo Jun, they had all perished in Da Chu.

One great emperor, eleven Mo Jun, and over ninety million demonic soldiers and generals had all been exterminated and buried on Da Chu’s soil.

Now, only these two delayed Mo Jun remained alive.

“This aura is truly wonderful.” The Yin Mo Jun laughed sinisterly, greedily sniffing the air, clearly enjoying it, his demeanor eerie and terrifying.

“The great emperor once said that the gates of the myriad heavens suppress cultivation through reincarnation—why do I sense nothing?” The Yang Mo Jun murmured thoughtfully.

“Something’s wrong.” The Yin Mo Jun, who had been savoring the scent, suddenly frowned. “This land carries the aura of the Tianmo Emperor.”

“And many Mo Jun and generals— their life wheels have all been destroyed.” The Yang Mo Jun’s expression changed dramatically, filled with disbelief.

“What on earth happened? The entire army has been wiped out.”

“Even the Tianmo Emperor has fallen. How... how is this possible?”

“We... arrived too late?” The two Mo Jun exchanged glances.

“Welcome to Da Chu.” As they spoke, a vast voice slowly rang out, majestic, desolate, and icy.

Before the words faded, Ye Chen descended from the heavens, gripping the Xuanyuan Sword, with killing intent and murderous energy dancing together, Dao principles and emperor might roaring.

The entire world rumbled, and the void space collapsed.

“The Huanggu Shengti, the Xuanyuan Sword.” The Yang Mo Jun narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on Ye Chen, recognizing his bloodline and the emperor weapon in his hand, which belonged to the Xuanyuan Emperor.

“And then there’s...” The Yin Mo Jun snorted coldly, looking in another direction.

There, Chu Xuan arrived gracefully, also holding an immortal sword—the emperor weapon Yu Ruyi transformed into, overwhelmingly dominant.

Her divine presence was peerless, like a supreme queen.

“The Taishang Xinti, the Jiangtian Yu Ruyi.” This time, it was the Yin Mo Jun who narrowed his eyes, clearly recognizing Chu Xuan’s bloodline and that emperor weapon.

“Your legs seem a bit unsteady— the war ended over three hundred years ago, and you two are only arriving now.” Ye Chen said indifferently.

“Three hundred years?” The two Mo Jun’s bodies trembled instantly.

“Whether early or late, it doesn’t matter.” Ye Chen said calmly. “Dying sooner or later is all the same— no difference.”

“Arrogant.” The Yin Mo Jun erupted in fury and charged into the sky.

With a shake of his demonic body, he grasped the Yin Yang Star-Picking Hand, his feet treading the Qiankun Divine Arts. A vast black curtain instantly appeared, shrouding the sky.

It was a heaven-defying secret technique, blocking out the sky and earth, like a black hole that could devour all living beings in the world.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, wielding the Xuanyuan Sword and charging upward, slashing out a river of immortals with destructive force.

The black curtain was instantly cleaved open, revealing the stars once more.

In this peak showdown, the Yin Mo Jun grunted in pain, while Ye Chen’s mouth overflowed with blood.

The Yin Mo Jun was no ordinary Zhundi— his strength exceeded expectations.

Ye Chen could stand against a Zhundi, but he was not one himself, only borrowing the Xuanyuan Sword’s emperor might, making it hard to overcome the Yin Mo Jun.

“I underestimated you.” The Yin Mo Jun snorted coldly and unleashed another divine art, infusing a killing technique into his palm and striking down from the heavens.

Ye Chen fought back fiercely, swinging his sword without hesitation, his momentum undiminished.

“How is this possible?” As the Yin Mo Jun attacked, his heart was shocked.

What shocked him was not Ye Chen’s combat power, but the faint aura of the emperor’s killing intent emanating from Ye Chen’s every move.

As a Mo Jun, he knew all too well that this was the Tianmo Emperor’s aura— possessed only by those who had slain the Tianmo Emperor.

“The Tianmo Emperor was killed by him? Impossible, this is impossible.” The Yin Mo Jun’s eyes bulged, filled with utter disbelief.

He was merely at the Tian realm. Even with the Huanggu Shengti and the aid of the Xuanyuan Sword, he could never withstand a single strike from an emperor.

Yet, the Tianmo Emperor’s killing aura was indeed within him.

He dared not imagine how a Tian realm cultivator had slain the supreme emperor of the Tianmo Domain.

“Still daydreaming?” While the Yin Mo Jun was lost in shock, Ye Chen struck like a ghost, swinging his sword without a word.

The Yin Mo Jun was instantly drenched in blood, sent flying horizontally, with demonic blood splattering everywhere— he had nearly been split in two by Ye Chen’s sword.

“I don’t believe it.” The Yin Mo Jun roared in rage, his spilled blood flowing back into his body, his wounds vanishing in an instant as he charged back into battle.

“Whether you believe it or not, it’s irrelevant.” Ye Chen said coldly, surging with overwhelming killing intent, his presence shaking the four seas and eight wastelands.

The two clashed in the void, with thunder booming across the sky.

On the other side, the Yang Mo Jun had already lunged at Chu Xuan, unleashing a world-shaking secret technique with visions of collapse and annihilation, capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Chu Xuan was no pushover. With the emperor weapon aiding her, she forcefully repelled the Yang Mo Jun and even gained a slight upper hand.