Chapter 1620: War of the Heavens

"Is there still a great emperor?"

Da Chu Jiu Huang, who was battling the emperor, suddenly turned his head and gazed toward the north, his expression turning extremely grim.

"That is the true form of Tian Mo Di."

Shen Jiang said coldly.

"It's not a spirit of the dead; he has reversed yin and yang to resurrect himself."

Tian Xu Tian Wang narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing through the situation.

"The divine powers of an emperor truly seize the heavens and create miracles."

Jiang Tai Xu furrowed his brow, and the others from Dong Hua Qi Zi also looked grave.

"Tremble, all heavens!"

A laughter filled with supreme demonic power echoed from the north, resounding throughout Da Chu.

These were the words of Tian Mo Di, striding through the skies from the north.

At his brow, a demonic spirit seal manifested, flickering with demonic light.

Then, the lands of Da Chu trembled again as strands of demonic energy swirled and wove into countless figures—all Tian Mo warriors.

Each one was clad in ancient armor, wielding archaic war spears, and formed into orderly ranks.

Their numbers were incalculable, like an endless sea or vast ocean, a dark mass covering the earth and filling the skies.

The Tian Mo spirits summoned by Yin Yang Mo Jun were less than a tenth of this force.

But Tian Mo Di's summoning had awakened the entire army of Tian Mo spirits, bringing back the demonic legions from three hundred years ago in full.

The reinforcements from Zhu Tian paled at the sight, for the demonic army outnumbered them tenfold—how could they withstand such an assault?

"Kill."

The Tian Mo soldiers and generals were savage and bloodthirsty, tearing through the skies.

"Kill."

The Tian Mo army engulfed the heavens and earth, breaking through the barriers between Da Chu and the myriad domains of Zhu Tian, surging in like a tide.

In the starry expanse, more Zhu Tian reinforcements were arriving, but before they could enter Da Chu, they saw the demonic army charging out and were instantly horrified.

Even the quasi-emperors, with their steadfast minds, were shocked by the scene.

What force was this, and what a massive scale it had?

"Is the war drums of Zhu Tian sounding because of these demonic invaders?"

The young quasi-emperors gripped their killing swords tightly, one by one.

"They look like nothing but trouble. Kill them."

An old quasi-emperor roared, brandishing his killing sword and charging at the Tian Mo first.

"Who do they think we are in Zhu Tian? No one?"

With a quasi-emperor leading the charge, the Zhu Tian reinforcements were fired up, their blood boiling.

Thus, war erupted in Zhu Tian. The Tian Mo army was vast, pushing into the starry skies and igniting raging warfires across swaths of star domains.

Faced with this external invasion, whether quasi-emperors or lowly cultivators, all took up weapons to resist fiercely, forming armies of cultivators.

"Guard the heavens and earth."

In Da Chu, Dong Huang Tai Xin's voice pierced the nine heavens, urgent yet commanding with supreme authority.

A single Tian Mo Di and his four doppelgangers already posed a severe threat to the heavens and earth of Da Chu. If they alerted the Tian Mo Domain and revealed the precise location of Zhu Tian's gate, it would be a world-ending catastrophe.

Now, just one Tian Mo Di had thrown Zhu Tian into chaos. If other Tian Mo emperors arrived, the myriad domains of Zhu Tian would surely be obliterated.

At her command, Sheng Yuan Lao Zu's imperial weapon, the Wu Jin iron staff, hummed and trembled, shooting toward the ethereal void like a divine ray.

At the same time, Kui Niu Lao Zu released his extreme dao imperial weapon.

The five great royal clans and the five ancient races also sent their imperial weapons soaring into the sky.

Ten extreme dao imperial artifacts trembled in unison, aligning with perfect synergy to form a seal, suppressing the heavens and earth around Zhu Tian's gate.

In the midst of this epic battle, Ye Chen rose to his feet. His arm bones were fractured, and the hand holding his sword trembled, dripping with fresh blood. His sacred light had dimmed greatly, and his Xuan Yuan Jian had lost some of its imperial aura, buzzing restlessly.

It was a grave miscalculation, completely unexpected. They had underestimated Tian Mo Da Di and the depths of an emperor's methods.

"Reversing yin and yang, resurrecting with a spirit's body."

Ye Chen staggered upright, his eyes bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the north. His sacred body was healing, but blood kept pouring from his mouth.

Indeed, the current Tian Mo Di was no longer a spirit of the dead.

He had used his imperial divine powers to resurrect himself.

His imperial origin was reviving, his combat power strengthening, evolving toward a flawless emperor and reclaiming his former glory.

If Ye Chen hadn't gone to Bei Zhen Cang Yuan, if he hadn't attacked the demonic spirit seal, leading to this unforeseen turn that forced out Tian Mo Da Di's true form, everyone would still be in the dark.

It was fortunate he had gone north; otherwise, if Tian Mo Di had been given enough time, he would have reappeared as a complete emperor.

Unfortunately, today's Ye Chen was not the Ye Chen of the past. He was not a fully realized sacred body and lacked the power to directly confront an emperor.

He was merely at the celestial realm, relying on the imperial might of Xuan Yuan Jian to survive an emperor's strike, which was already a stroke of luck.

The heavens trembled, one rumble after another, in a slow, rhythmic pattern.

Listening carefully, it was the sound of Tian Mo Di's footsteps.

His imperial body was incredibly heavy; every wisp of demonic energy or imperial aura emanating from him could crush a mountain.

This was the true might of an extreme dao emperor, beyond what imperial weapons could match.

The pressure made the heavens quake and the myriad star domains tremble.

In his imperial eyes, destructive visions unfolded, interwoven with supreme dao principles. He ignored everyone else, focusing solely on Ye Chen.

Three hundred years ago, he had been slain by Ye Chen. A majestic emperor, the supreme being of the myriad domains, extinguished by an ant—it was an unbearable humiliation.

Now, resurrected, the one he most wanted to kill was Ye Chen, and he intended to slaughter all of Zhu Tian to quench his raging imperial fury.

Ye Chen straightened his body and ascended to the void, fearless.

Tian Mo Di chuckled darkly, advancing step by step through the skies, accompanied by thunderous annihilation, his eyes full of mockery as he gazed at Ye Chen.

The void buzzed as Sheng Yuan Lao Zu charged in, his fiery golden eyes shooting flames, his fur standing on end like steel needles covered in thunder, radiating dazzling golden light and a domineering aura that shook the eight directions.

"Take this from me, the Monkey King—a staff strike!"

Sheng Yuan Lao Zu crossed the void, swinging his iron staff with devastating force, shattering the heavens.

Tian Mo Di merely smirked, not even glancing over, and casually raised his hand to swat Sheng Yuan Lao Zu into the clouds above.

Such was the power of an emperor. With his origin reviving, even the nine great Shen Jiang had been drenched in blood—how could a quasi-emperor stand against him?

All were ants before an emperor, even those at the quasi-emperor level.

In single combat, no one in Zhu Tian could match an emperor.

Unless they possessed the level of combat power as Shen Jiang, Jiu Huang, and the Jian Shen, or unless peak quasi-emperors of that caliber joined forces.

Otherwise, who could withstand an emperor, who could block his path?

The heavens continued to rumble as Tian Mo Di's steps did not falter, each one causing the world to shake.

As he walked, ten streams of demonic energy materialized behind him, transforming into ten figures, each with a mighty demonic form.

They were all Mo Jun, including Yin Mo Jun, Yang Mo Jun, and Tian Nu Mo Jun—the ten Mo Jun had all been resurrected.

This, too, was the work of imperial divine powers, using supreme imperial laws to revive his subordinates, turning them into true living beings, not mere spirits.

"Take this from me, the old ox—an axe strike!"

Kui Niu Lao Zu leaped across the skies, raising his thunder war axe and cleaving the heavens in two.

Tian Mo Di's pace remained unchanged, dispatching the attack with a simple palm strike.

Kui Niu Lao Zu was sent flying, his body shattering as he crashed through over a hundred mountains, all the way to the borderlands of Da Chu.

The old ancestors of the five great southern domain royal clans arrived together, followed by the elders of the five ancient races—ten peak quasi-emperors in total.

This time, Tian Mo Di merely curled his lips, too lazy to act.

Behind him, the ten Mo Jun moved, engaging the ten ancestors.

Mo Jun versus ancestors, ten against ten, their battle shattered the skies and cracked the earth, with shockwaves affecting the Tian Mo soldiers and Zhu Tian cultivators alike.

Yet Tian Mo Di, from start to finish, had his eyes only on Ye Chen, his imperial gaze sinister and filled with desolation and destruction.

"Battle."

Ye Chen's voice rang out firmly as he charged forward, Xuan Yuan Jian in hand.

Tian Mo Di had set his sights on him, coming for revenge.

Once targeted by an emperor, escape to the edge of the world would be futile—better to die fighting than flee.

Another peak strike, a river of immortals splitting the heavens.

Tian Mo Di sneered dismissively and erased the brilliant immortal river with a single palm.

"Ten Thousand Swords as Wind God."

Ye Chen roared, instantly merging Ten Thousand Swords Return as One with Wind God Art, thrusting a sword that pierced the void.

This was a killing blow that even a quasi-emperor might not block.

Tian Mo Di stood unmoving, allowing the sword to come.

A clang echoed as Ye Chen's sword struck Tian Mo Di's brow, but the devastating strike did not harm him in the slightest.

It wasn't that the sword lacked power; it was simply that the emperor was too terrifying.

"Ant."

Tian Mo Di scoffed, raising his hand slightly as runes swirled in his palm, sending Ye Chen flying.

Ye Chen vomited blood in the void, his sacred body exploding as he hurtled over a hundred thousand li, finally crashing at the base of Nan Chu's city walls.

On the walls of Nan Chu, the Da Chu cultivators roared in unison, their eyes bloodshot, pounding against the barriers with fists that bled profusely.

A Tian Xuan Men quasi-emperor had cast restrictions to hold back the Da Chu cultivators.

Outside the city, countless Tian Mo lurked, along with a Tian Mo Di.

Not just the Da Chu cultivators—even if they went out, they would meet the same fate.

Ye Chen staggered to his feet, his sacred body crumbling, his bones and flesh drenched in blood.

The gap between him and the emperor was vaster than the distance between heaven and earth. Before an emperor, he was merely an ant, no matter how extraordinary.

A thunderous boom shook the skies as Jiu Huang tried to charge in but was intercepted by the first Tian Mo Di, leaving no one able to break free as they all suffered heavy wounds.

The nine great Shen Jiang, Jian Shen, Dong Huang Tai Xin, Jiu Jian Xian, and Jiang Tai Xu were similarly blocked by Tian Mo Di's doppelgangers.

With Tian Mo Di's origin reviving and his power surging, his doppelgangers had grown stronger, their combat abilities nearing that of a complete emperor.

Though they were peak quasi-emperors, they were not true emperors, just half a step away—a formidable chasm.

As for the Zhu Tian reinforcements, they could barely protect themselves, let alone offer aid; the Tian Mo soldiers' overwhelming numbers created absolute suppression.

"What a pity to kill you."

Tian Mo Di chuckled softly, his ethereal words still carrying supreme demonic power.

"So what if you're an emperor? You were still slain by me once."

Ye Chen staggered and laughed wildly, more unrestrained than ever.

His words enraged Tian Mo Di, a supreme humiliation.

He suddenly extended his hand, grabbing at Ye Chen from afar.

This was an emperor's palm; before it even landed, the void collapsed, destroying and then solidifying in cycles of annihilation.

But at that moment, two fist shadows burst from Nan Chu, overwhelmingly dominant, blasting through the eternal void.

Tian Mo Di's hand shattered into dust on impact.

Even this powerful emperor was forced back half a step.

The ones who had repelled him were two figures, both with wooden expressions and vacant eyes, like walking corpses or puppet statues.

Weren't they exactly Liu Dao and Hong Chen?