Chapter 1622: The Immortal and Demon War (1)

The myriad realms of the heavens, vast and boundless, were shrouded in thunder.

The Tian Mo invasion sparked resistance across the heavens, with flames of war engulfing the stars. Every star domain and every celestial body became a battlefield.

Jiu Huang clashed with the First Tian Mo Di in the Eastern star skies.

The Shen Jiang fought the Second Tian Mo Di in the Western star skies.

Jiang Taixu, Tun Tian Mo Zun, Fenghuang, and the Donghua Seven Zi battled the Third Tian Mo Di in the Southern star skies.

Jian Shen, Donghuang Tai Xin, Jiu Jian Xian, Yaochi Xian Mu, and the Five Wangs confronted the Fourth Tian Mo Di in the Northern star skies.

The war spanned the myriad realms, from the Great Emperors down to the Tian Jing level, an unprecedented scale of destruction where lives were as expendable as grass, and the carnage was beyond compare.

Stars shattered one after another, turning to dust, while masses of figures dissolved into blood mist and vanished without a trace.

Broken blades, spears, swords, and halberds, along with severed limbs and fragments of magical artifacts, drifted through the star-filled voids, plunging the entire realm into chaos.

Fresh blood stained the heavens red, eclipsing even the light.

This was truly the Xian Mo Da Zhan, a conquest between realms.

Soldier faced soldier, general faced general, and peak powers clashed at the highest level, bathed in blood, fighting to the point of madness, where all became meaningless illusions.

This was a desolate star domain, with asteroids floating amid rivers of stardust, devoid of any life, cold and utterly barren.

Ye Chen arrived along the river of time, coming to a halt in this stretch of stars, like a dazzling sun illuminating the darkness.

"Kill."

The Tian Mo Di followed soon after, surging with overwhelming demonic malice and carrying billions of thunderbolts, violent and bloodthirsty.

"Unyielding until death."

Ye Chen roared fiercely, shattering the stars with a single step, clenching his golden fist as endless divine abilities merged, empowered by the Chaos Dao principles, punching through the vast cosmic vault.

"Kill."

The Tian Mo Di's eyes manifested destructive visions, his palm and fingers etched with seal scripts—the secret arts evolved from imperial Dao laws. From across the distant stars, he struck a palm that upended the heavens and earth.

Fist met palm in a clash of secret arts, a contest of Dao, and a battle between the perfected Sheng Ti and the supreme Great Emperor.

A thunderous boom erupted, echoing through the heavens, with the point of impact as its center, sending an immortal-demon halo spreading infinitely.

It was like a world-ending hand sweeping across the vast star skies.

Wherever it passed, the star voids crumbled inch by inch, stars were crushed to oblivion, and all laws turned to eternity in an instant.

In their direct strike, the Tian Mo Di's palm exploded, and Ye Chen's fist shattered. The Great Emperor and the Sheng Ti were evenly matched.

"Kill."

The Tian Mo Di's blood-red hair whipped wildly, with ultimate Dao laws dancing as he unfolded a realm of boundless demonic land, spreading it across the stars.

"Fight."

Ye Chen's words rang out like iron, shaking through eternity as he expanded the Chaos Realm, blocking the primordial demonic land.

One advanced from west to east, the other from east to west, igniting a fierce battle where the emperor assaulted the Sheng Ti, and the Sheng Ti struck back at the Great Emperor.

This barren star domain was forcibly divided into two worlds.

One side was pitch-black and ominous, the demonic land icy cold, with thunder rampaging, visions intertwining, stars crumbling, and suns collapsing into nothingness.

The Tian Mo Di stood at its center, like the ruler of the world.

The other side gleamed with golden light, where Chaos evolved all things, vast silver waterfalls from the nine heavens and cosmic star rivers crisscrossed, grand and majestic.

Ye Chen stood within it, his figure towering and powerful, his physique robust, his vital energy surging, his attacks unmatched, like a supreme war god.

He was not a complete emperor, his origin incomplete; he was not a full Sheng Ti, possessing only the sacred bones and origin, without the divine repositories.

This time, they were truly evenly matched, perfectly balanced, each collision feeling like the descent of a dark epoch.

Just as in the past, the Sheng Ti bathed in imperial blood, and the Great Emperor in sacred blood, as blood fell from both, transforming into dragon shapes that waged war against each other, devouring their foe.

This was a war of karma, extending over three hundred years, where all blood debts and grudges would be erased with this battle.

In the Eastern star skies, Jiu Huang was drenched in blood, fighting with extreme ferocity.

Below the Great Emperor, all were mere ants; even at the peak of Zhun Di, without being an emperor, the combat power was as if separated by an entire era.

The First Tian Mo Di, though a Dao body emperor, possessed strength equal to his true self, each palm a world-ending strike.

Yet even he was wounded, spraying ultimate Dao imperial blood and scattering blackened emperor bones, exploding more than once.

"You all deserve to die."

The First Tian Mo Di roared, summoning billions of thunderbolts to annihilate Jiu Huang entirely.

"You deserve it more."

Zhan Wang and Tai Wang charged side by side.

Among Jiu Huang, these two strongest attackers unleashed a supreme strike together, severing the billions of thunderbolts.

The First Tian Mo Di suffered backlash, his emperor bones instantly shattering.

Xuan Huang and Chen Huang closed in, one with a sword, the other with a river of immortals and a river of stars, ripping through the star voids and severing his two arms.

Yan Huang and Yue Huang followed without delay, both supremely dominant, combining to evolve secret arts that shattered the emperor's physical form.

"Kill."

The First Tian Mo Di burned his Yuan Shen power, summoning the Mo Hei Tian to shroud the stars and crash down from above.

Tian Zang Huang wielded his sword, while Dong Huang sacrificed his bell; one cleaved through the Mo Hei Tian curtain, the other suppressed the Tian Mo Di's Yuan Shen.

In that instant, Chu Huang's sword arrived, piercing the Tian Mo Di's brow and obliterating his divine sea, forcefully slaughtering the emperor.

Only then did the star skies fall silent. This battle had lasted three days and finally concluded, with the Dao body emperor destroyed.

Reinforcements from the heavens arrived, finding no sign of the First Tian Mo Di, only the staggering figures of Da Chu's Jiu Huang supporting one another as they emerged.

Da Chu's Jiu Huang had won, bringing no disgrace to the Da Chu emperors and etching an immortal legend and myth for posterity.

In the Western star skies, the nine great Shen Jiang were bloodstained yet still unmatched in assault, reducing the Second Tian Mo Di to a formless state.

The nine great Shen Jiang under Di Zun were each world-shaking existences.

They had once followed the emperor to pacify the myriad realms; their glory was etched in the stars, enduring through the ages without fading.

"Kill."

The Second Tian Mo Di went berserk, offering his imperial blood as sacrifice to unleash forbidden divine abilities, summoning a sea of demonic malice and blood.

The emperor's forbidden law swallowed heavens and earth, the demonic blood sea roiling and submerging swaths of star voids, engulfing the nine great Shen Jiang.

"Make way for me."

The Fifth Shen Jiang, Tian Jiu, with his world-shaking divine sword humming, struck with devastating force, cleaving through the demonic blood sea.

Bei Lin Shen Jiang unleashed a palm that covered the sky, with thousands of secret arts evolving in his palm, smashing down and fracturing the Tian Mo Di's imperial body.

The Second Tian Mo Di staggered back, collapsing swaths of stars under his feet.

Before he could steady himself, the Sixth Shen Jiang, Hua Qing Luo, arrived, drawing ancient thunderbolts and striking to shatter half of his imperial body.

At the same time, the Third Shen Jiang, Tian Yuan, crossed the chaotic heavenly river, his sword slashing across eternity and annihilating the emperor's physical form.

"Kill."

The Third Tian Mo Di bellowed in rage, his imperial body destroyed, leaving only a Yuan Shen that still sought to regenerate and continue the fight.

But it was too late. The Second Shen Jiang, San Sheng, had ascended to the void, evolving secret arts in the nine heavens, nearly erasing the imperial Dao Yuan Shen.

"It's over."

The First Shen Jiang, Tian Qing, spoke calmly, his sword seeming to come from a distant era, traversing the cosmic wilderness, rivaling an emperor's strike across the eternal vaults.

"No, no... I am a Great Emperor."

The Second Tian Mo Di shrieked, his imperial eyes bulging with grotesque terror.

Yet, no matter how he roared, he could not turn the tide.

Tian Qing's sword struck with devastating force, piercing the emperor's Yuan Shen, reducing the emperor's Dao body to historical dust.

With the Dao body emperor slain, the nine great Shen Jiang all spat blood, their forms unsteady, barely able to stand, spattering the stars with fresh blood.

But their achievements were glorious, having slain a Dao body emperor, equivalent to slaying the Tian Mo Di's true self.

"Di Zun, your Shen Jiang didn't disgrace you, did they?"

The nine laughed, weary and world-worn, with a touch of desolation.

These world-shaking Shen Jiang had not tarnished Di Zun's name. Though the emperor was gone, the Shen Jiang continued his myth.