Chapter 1619: Heavenly Realms Reinforcements

Ye Chen pressed forward instead of retreating, charging through the overwhelming horde of Tianmo and carving out a bloody path.

Chu Xuan, Dan Zun, and the Tianxuan Men Quasi-Emperor also headed straight for the north.

The root of the Tianmo undead lay in the Mo Ling curse seal of the Yin-Yang Mojun. To resolve the current crisis, it had to be destroyed.

The Tianmo Emperor possessed intelligence, and even without its origin, it was still an emperor.

The divine abilities of an emperor could overturn the laws of the universe. If it connected to the Tianmo Domain, that would spell apocalyptic disaster for all the heavens and myriad realms.

This Mo Ling curse seal was like the Qingtian Magic Pillar from three hundred years ago—regardless of the cost, it had to be shattered.

What reassured them was that, although the Tianmo Emperor was powerful, the Nine Emperors and the Divine Generals were no pushovers. With nine against one, the battle was evenly matched, and neither side could gain the upper hand.

Without the Tianmo Emperor blocking them, they still had a chance to reach the north, though it would be a road drenched in blood.

"This scene today is truly moving." The Heaven and Earth Elders swept away a swarm of enemies with their swords, their aged eyes turning toward Ye Chen.

As Quasi-Emperors of Tianxuan Men, they felt a deep sense of emotion.

Three hundred years ago, they had watched as Ye Chen led the ninety-thousand-strong Da Chu expeditionary force to march toward Beizhen Cangyuan.

It was a suicide squad, knowing full well they were walking into death, yet no one backed down—they fought only to secure a future for posterity.

They still remembered how brutal that battle was: of the ninety-thousand Da Chu expeditionary troops, only Ye Chen survived, with the entire army wiped out.

Ye Chen's decision hadn't been wrong; if not for the sudden arrival of the Tianmo Great Emperor at the critical moment, the Qingtian Magic Pillar would have been destroyed.

Unfortunately, when they reached the base of the pillar, they had provoked an even more terrifying entity, nearly leading to the downfall of Da Chu.

Now, the situation was strikingly similar to that time, but no one knew if it would end in the same level of carnage.

Behind them, the Tianmo army once again surged toward the Nanchu city walls.

The old Tianxuan Men Quasi-Emperor snorted coldly and swung his killing sword again.

The Virtual Heaven Absolute Killing Array trembled in unison, unleashing beams of annihilating divine light.

The Tianmo were extinguished in droves, bursting into fresh blood and scattering as ashes.

They charged relentlessly, focusing only on the kill, while the Da Chu cultivators burned source stones by the mountainload, sparing no expense.

"This isn't even a complete Great Emperor, yet it's so terrifying. If it were a true one, how dreadful would that be?"

The people of Tianxuan Men watched with trembling hearts, afraid to look directly.

Even though they had seen the Tianmo Emperor three hundred years ago, gazing upon it now still evoked a soul-shaking dread.

"I hope the emperors and divine generals can slay the Tianmo Emperor. I hope Heaven Elder and Earth Elder can destroy that Mo Ling curse seal."

The Quasi-Emperors gazed into the distance, their old eyes filled with worry.

If the emperors and divine generals were defeated, or if Ye Chen and the others couldn't destroy the Mo Ling curse seal, the gates of all heavens might be trampled flat.

"If only Da Chu still had reincarnation." The Heavenly Court cultivators clenched their fists tightly, especially the older ones.

If circumstances allowed, they would follow Ye Chen into battle without hesitation, just like the Da Chu expeditionary force of old.

But this wasn't three hundred years ago; they no longer had that strength and could only watch from the city walls as he fought on.

In the north, Ye Chen slew another magic general, every drop of his fresh blood burning to fuel an even more domineering vital energy.

In that instant, his combat power surpassed Chu Xuan's, and even Heaven Elder, Earth Elder, and Dan Zun were slightly outmatched.

"Clear the path for him!" Heaven Elder and Earth Elder roared, rushing ahead of Ye Chen and sacrificing their lifespan to forge a bloody road.

Chu Xuan activated the imperial weapon, using its imperial might to clear obstacles for Ye Chen; Dan Zun wielded his cauldron, smashing through the way; and the Tianxuan Men Quasi-Emperors went all out, launching frenzied attacks.

Among them, Ye Chen was the strongest at that moment, so having him destroy the Mo Ling curse seal made the most sense.

Ye Chen didn't disappoint, his vital energy surging like a tidal wave and his attacks overwhelmingly dominant. He swung the imperial sword like a war god, unstoppable in his advance.

The battle raged on, and a gap was suddenly blasted open on the Da Chu side by a staff strike as a golden ape stepped in—it was undoubtedly the ancestor of the Dou Zhan Holy Ape Clan.

He had followed the sound of the Zhutian war drums here, but his speed was lacking, arriving after the Nine Divine Generals and the Donghua Seven Sons.

In the next moment, Kui Niu Ancestor and the others also entered, each carrying imperial weapons with imperial dao laws that oppressed the heavens.

"This..." Even with the composure of several old Quasi-Emperors, they were shocked by the endless horde of Tianmo.

"A Great Emperor?" Bai Hu Ancestor exclaimed involuntarily, staring in disbelief at the void. "There are four of them."

"They have no origin—remnants of Great Emperors, probably one true body and three dao bodies," Qi Lin Ancestor murmured.

"Where did this Great Emperor come from? And the number of these magic soldiers is overwhelmingly vast," Kui Niu Ancestor said in shock.

"No wonder someone sounded the Zhutian war drums. This lineup requires the full force of all heavens," Zhu Que Ancestor added.

"What exactly is this place?" Everyone was puzzled, unaware of Da Chu's origins or the current situation.

"Don't just stand there—fight!" A loud shout echoed from the Nanchu city walls, coming from the Tianxuan Men Quasi-Emperor.

The various ancestors said nothing and charged in with their imperial weapons.

Though they didn't know what these demonic undead were, the aura of the Tianmo filled them with instinctive revulsion—a deep-seated hatred from the soul.

Based on that alone, there was no need to ask questions; they just had to fight to the death.

The ultimate imperial might dominated everything, wiping out swaths of Tianmo.

Da Chu's heavens buzzed as one breach after another was blown open.

Then, figures streaked in like divine lights—some flying on swords, some soaring through the air, some riding spirit beasts, covering the sky in a vast wave.

There were plenty of Quasi-Emperor levels among them; the weakest were Saint Kings, and some even brought entire armies of cultivators.

All who witnessed this grand spectacle were struck with shock.

It was unbelievable that this land had Great Emperor levels and an uncountable number of magic soldiers.

"Kill!" The Zhutian aid forces joined the battle without a word.

They didn't need to ask which side was which—just target those dark, shadowy Tianmo and strike; they looked like nothing but trouble.

The Zhutian war drums did not fade; each beat grew more powerful, the prolonged rhythm spreading wordlessly to the edges of the universe.

More and more powerful figures from the heavens arrived—human cultivators, demon cultivators, beast cultivators—all rushing in like rivers converging into an ocean.

From above, it was like two vast seas: the Tianmo army in pitch black, the Zhutian army in golden splendor, a stark contrast as they roiled with turbulent waves, each trying to devour the other.

The great war erupted, filling the skies, the earth, the void, and the firmament—every visible space was packed with figures and battles.

People fell bloody from the skies one after another, and others charged into the void; from the start, the fighting was fierce and unrelenting, a fight to the death.

The Tianmo were wiped out in waves, and Zhutian cultivators turned to ash one by one—it was unimaginably brutal.

Lives were as worthless as grass; this was a true epochal war.

Not even Saint Kings or Great Saints could stay safe; even Quasi-Emperors struggled to survive alone in the chaos, some perishing without leaving a body.

Yet, the Tianmo invasion united the scattered heavens and myriad realms, temporarily setting aside old grudges.

External pressure turned internal conflicts into alliances, and the power of the heavens was formidable, with many hidden ancient clans coming to aid.

Fresh blood stained the skies red and soaked the earth.

This land grew even more chaotic, with demonic aura and thunder dancing together, immortal light and visions intertwining, and the very fabric of the universe inverting.

It was like the end of the world, the darkness before a new era, where people and weapons alike could not escape the grand turmoil.

"Fight! Fight to the death!" On the Nanchu city walls, shouts shook the heavens. The Da Chu cultivators, whose cultivation was too low to join the battle, raised their war banners and cheered on the aid forces.

More than three hundred years ago, the Da Chu cultivators had protected the myriad realms' beings.

Now, three hundred years later, it was the myriad realms' beings protecting them.

This might be the inescapable karma of fate.

In the north, Ye Chen crushed a magic general underfoot and swept away a swarm of Tianmo with a palm, forcefully stepping onto Beizhen Cangyuan.

By his side, no one remained; Chu Xuan, Dan Zun, and the others had stayed behind to hold off the Tianmo while clearing the path for him.

With the continuous arrival of Zhutian aid, the pressure on Da Chu had eased significantly.

His divine eyes sharp as torches, Ye Chen spotted the Mo Ling curse seal from afar.

It was massive as a mountain, hovering in the northern void, with demonic sounds echoing and streams of demonic aura flowing out, each strand as heavy as a giant peak.

"You're the one." Ye Chen's gaze flashed with cold light as he used the Shrinking Earth technique, crossing the skies in a single step toward the Mo Ling curse seal.

He summoned chaotic visions to protect himself, enduring the Tianmo attacks and barrelling straight through to that section of the void.

The Xuanyuan Sword hummed, with imperial dao laws dancing and ultimate imperial might blooming, awakened by Ye Chen's call to unleash its imperial power.

"Return to where you came from!" Ye Chen roared to the heavens, gripping the sword with both hands and slashing out a brilliant immortal river.

This strike was his peak attack, fused with chaotic dao and all his lifelong secret techniques, cleaving apart the vast cosmos.

Yet, such a dominating sword strike failed to shake the curse seal.

Instead, he was flung backward, his sacred body cracking open as strands of sacred blood spurted out, each drop glaringly bright.

Only after flying thousands of feet did he steady himself, collapsing a stretch of void under his feet. Without a word, he spat blood, his divine light dimming slightly.

"How is that possible?" His golden eyes were threaded with blood vessels as he stared in disbelief at the Mo Ling curse seal.

It wasn't just a curse seal; its true form was a living being, and an extraordinarily terrifying one at that.

"Ye Chen, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The Mo Ling curse seal buzzed, demonic aura and light intertwining as it shifted into a humanoid shape.

It radiated ultimate imperial might, with imperial dao laws flying, a vast expanse of lawless demonic land extending, and numerous dreadful visions weaving together to destroy heavens and earth.

He was another Tianmo Emperor, like the ruler of the world, overlooking all heavens and realms, making one afraid to meet his gaze.

"You're the true Tianmo Emperor." Ye Chen's eyes turned blood-red, his figure staggering as veins bulged on his forehead and he coughed up blood nonstop.

He saw through the illusion: the Tianmo Emperor that the Nine Divine Generals, Da Chu's Nine Emperors, and the Sword God were fighting was merely a dao body.

The one before him was the real Tianmo Emperor's true body, and the so-called Mo Ling curse seal was the emperor's own form.

"Insignificant ant." The Tianmo Emperor's true body chuckled eerily, lightly raising his hand and pointing out a beam of imperial light that pierced the skies toward Ye Chen.

Ye Chen abruptly raised his sword, holding it in front of him to block.

The imperial light shattered everything in its path, striking the Xuanyuan Sword dead-on without breaking it, but Ye Chen was still sent flying.

Like a streak of divine light, he shot backward across Beizhen Cangyuan, over the central plains, and through the Nanyan Great Marsh.