Chapter 1615: Heavenly Demon Sacrifice

From that deafening roar, the mountains and rivers of Da Chu shook violently.

In an instant, the heavens and earth darkened, and eerie howls erupted, as if emerging from the depths of Jiuyou Hell, carrying an irresistible demonic aura.

Strands of demonic energy suddenly materialized, rampaging across the world.

"How could this be?" Di Lao frowned, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the surroundings. "Where is all this Tianmo demonic energy coming from?"

He wasn't the only one puzzled; Ji Huang, Jian Shen, Donghuang Tai Xin, Jiu Jian Xian, and the other quasi-emperors had no idea what was happening.

"This is bad, everyone!" Ye Chen's expression turned grave. His Xianlun Eye was already activated, his divine gaze piercing as he stared in one direction.

Upon hearing him, the others followed his line of sight.

There, strands of demonic energy intertwined and coalesced into a Tianmo figure clad in armor, wielding a battle spear, with blood-red hair billowing.

Then came a second, a third, a fourth.

The demonic energy swirled wildly, forming Tianmo after Tianmo, each standing a meter apart in orderly formations.

Their emergence was incredibly swift, their numbers so vast that it was terrifying.

From above, the Tianmo figures blanketed the heavens and earth like a dark carpet spreading across the four seas and eight wildernesses.

Each Tianmo was armored and armed with a battle spear.

Ancient memories resurfaced in their eyes, shifting from confusion to clarity—ferocious and bloodthirsty, their smiles sinister and dreadful.

"This is the Tianmo army that was wiped out over three hundred years ago." Ye Chen's face darkened as he pointed to one Tianmo. "That demon general—I defeated him myself. The memory is still fresh."

"The Tianmo army has returned to the mortal world?" Tian Lao's heart trembled.

"It must be the Yin Yang Mojun's sacrifice, using a supreme secret technique to summon the spirits of the dead. Tianmo arts are extremely domineering," Ji Huang murmured, his expression equally grim.

"Fu Ya, sound the war drums," Donghuang Tai Xin commanded firmly.

"Warriors of Da Chu, retreat to Nan Chu!" Ye Chen shouted.

At his order, Fu Ya, who was at Tianxuan Gate, stepped into the sky and ascended into the void. He clasped his hands together and rapidly formed seals.

Above Tianxuan Gate, a massive war drum suddenly appeared, as enormous as a mountain and as thick as a giant peak, etched with divine patterns.

The quasi-emperor Fu Ya transformed his cultivation power into drumsticks and struck the drum himself.

The drumbeats resounded, echoing from a distant era—majestic, prolonged, ancient, and desolate, reverberating throughout Da Chu and even the heavens.

At the same time, beams of light shot into the sky from Dongling Ancient Abyss in Bei Chu, Xiling You Valley, Nanyan Great Marsh, and Beizhen Cang Plains.

These were teleportation portals set up by Tianxuan Gate.

The bloody battles three hundred years ago had cost Da Chu too many lives, teaching Tianxuan Gate a harsh lesson. After the war, they established these portals across Da Chu for quick evacuations.

Such portals existed not only in the cultivator realms but also in the mortal world.

Once activated, they would pull in all living beings.

This time was different from the past. Back then, Da Chu had the suppression of reincarnation, allowing even quasi-heavenly realm experts to stand against Tianmo domain quasi-emperors.

But now, with no realm suppression, a quasi-heavenly was just a quasi-heavenly, and a quasi-emperor was just a quasi-emperor—they could no longer fight above their levels.

The warriors of Da Chu had to withdraw. With their current limited cultivation and strength, they stood no chance against the Tianmo army's assault.

Nan Chu would be the safest refuge, guarded by Tianxuan Gate and fortified by the three-million-li wall stretching east to west.

That wall was a barrier, and three hundred years ago, it had built a bloody great wall for Da Chu and the heavens.

The portals trembled and expanded infinitely, causing all living beings in Bei Chu—whether cultivators or mortals—to vanish in massive groups.

Da Chu's Ji Huang had already charged into the Tianmo ranks, slaughtering wildly.

Jian Shen, Jiu Jian Xian, Donghuang Tai Xin, the two elders of heaven and earth, and Dan Zun also rushed to various fronts, launching devastating attacks while the Tianmo army was still unsteady.

"Wait for me at Heng Yue."

"I won't."

For the first time, Chu Xuan spoke, instinctively reaching out her jade-like hand to grasp Ye Chen's robe.

This scene was just like years ago, when the Da Chu expeditionary force left Nan Chu, and Chu Ling had secretly followed, grabbing him in the same way.

Ye Chen paused for a moment, then smiled slightly and ascended into the sky.

Chu Xuan smiled faintly and followed closely, standing shoulder to shoulder with Ye Chen.

Perhaps because their blood was so pure, it attracted hordes of Tianmo, all licking their crimson tongues.

The two were instantly engulfed, the Tianmo like a vast ocean, each with ferocious faces, violent and bloodthirsty, sinister and dreadful.

Ye Chen and Chu Xuan fought together, wiping out Tianmo in waves.

Amid the Tianmo army, the two shone like brilliant stars.

The ultimate emperor aura of Xuanyuan Sword and Jiangtian Jade Ruyi intertwined, boosting their combat power, making them unstoppable and domineering in their path.

However, the Tianmo now acted like madmen—falling in droves only to surge forward again, wave after wave, like puppets driven solely by the urge to kill, without any fear.

"They are all spirits of the dead, not at their peak," Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, his Xianlun Eye naturally evolving to uncover some clues.

The Tianmo army had returned to the mortal world, but it was not the same as before. They were all deceased, lacking their original essence.

Precisely because of this, the Tianmo soldiers and generals were not at their peak strength. Though their numbers remained the same, their power was weaker than in the past.

"Are there only demon soldiers and generals, no demon lords or great emperors?" Ye Chen asked while fighting, scanning the heavens.

As he battled onward, all he saw were demon soldiers and generals; there were no demon lord levels, let alone the supreme Tianmo Great Emperor.

He wasn't sure—uncertain if the Tianmo Great Emperor would also return. Even if he did, not at his peak, he might still be enough to overturn the entire heavens.

Unfortunately, Da Chu no longer had reincarnation, and he was not a fully realized sacred body. In all the heavens and myriad realms, who could withstand an emperor's assault?

It was a grave miscalculation—no one had expected the Yin Yang Mojun to master a secret technique even more domineering than emperor-level immortal arts.

This summoning had upended the laws, far beyond what emperor-level necromancy could achieve; its level surpassed eternity.

"Kill!" As Ye Chen pondered, a demon general charged with his battle spear, his demonic form massive, face ferocious, demonic energy devouring the sky, blood-red hair fluttering, every strand tainted with demonic light.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, stepping on the Golden Divine Sea, with the vast universe's starry sky above his head, wielding the Xuanyuan Emperor Sword as he rushed straight at the demon general.

He recognized this demon general—it was etched into his bones.

Years ago, Ji Ningshuang had been pierced by that demon general's spear and had fallen lifelessly before the grand hall in Dan City.

Ji Ningshuang had died protecting him, so he owed her his life.

Now that she was no longer in Da Chu, he would slay that demon general himself. Three hundred years later, it would count as vengeance for her.

The two clashed, creating massive disturbances and obliterating swaths of demon soldiers.

The demon general was strong but not at his peak, far from Ye Chen's match. From the start, he was suppressed and beaten back by Ye Chen.

On the other side, Chu Xuan faced another demon general and quickly gained the upper hand, killing him in just ten exchanges.

Meanwhile, Da Chu's Ji Huang, Jian Shen, Dan Zun, the two elders of heaven and earth, and Donghuang Tai Xin were all fiercely formidable.

The heavens rumbled, the universe flipped, and the Tianmo army blanketed everything.

The quasi-emperors soared through the nine skies. Though the Tianmo were numerous, none could halt their advance, and they vanished in droves.

While Bei Chu was in chaos, Nan Chu was not idle. The Tianxuan Gate quasi-emperors had already arrived at the city walls, reinforcing the barriers and formations.

The Tianxuan Gate army lined the walls, their task to guard Nan Chu and await reinforcements from the heavens and myriad realms.

"Damn, what a throwback!" Gu Santong stood on the wall, gazing north, as if recalling the great war three hundred years ago.

"Da Chu fears no battle," Xiao Feng declared resolutely.

"They really think Da Chu is easy to bully." Xie Yun, Situ Nan, and the others had also arrived, donning their battle armor.

Joining them were the various hall masters and department leaders of the Heavenly Court, descendants of emperors, and successive generations of kings, all among them.

Below the walls, Da Chu's cultivators had formed their own orderly ranks, with war flags fluttering fiercely—men in armor, women in battle garb.

Three hundred years later, though their strength was insufficient, no one retreated, ready to defend this land with their blood and bones.

It was still the Tianmo army, but this time, the Heavenly Court would not fight alone, and Da Chu would not stand isolated.

They had Da Chu's Ji Huang, the heavens' Jian Shen, Dan Zun, Tianxuan Gate, and the myriad realms of the heavens behind them.