Chapter 1625: Supreme Conquest

Chapter 1625: Zhi Zun Zheng Fa

The Immortal-Demon War was bloody and brutal, with flames of battle raging across the heavens. Though the four Dao Shen Di had been slain, a vast expanse of starry sky still echoed with the supreme Emperor's might, a domineering presence that made the cosmos tremble. That was the true form of Tian Mo Di, who remained unextinguished.

The onslaught between the Great Emperor and the Da Cheng Sheng Ti was nothing short of world-shattering. Ye Chen was drenched in blood, his Sacred Body shattered and mangled, with gleaming bones exposed in a horrifying sight, his form reduced to something unrecognizable. Every wound was entwined with Emperor Dao principles, devouring his vital energy and preventing the scars from healing.

Tian Mo Di fared no better. The destruction of his four Dao Shen Di had triggered backlash, endangering his core essence as an Emperor. His Emperor Body cracked repeatedly, with Emperor Blood splattering everywhere, and even his supreme regenerative power couldn't keep up with the mounting wounds.

"Kill."Tian Mo Di's Emperor Eyes burned with bloodlust, his teeth gritted in fury, his face twisted in savage rage, far greater than three hundred years ago. He summoned billions of thunderbolts, forming a sea of thunder infused with demonic malice and principles, swallowing the vast heavens.

"War."Ye Chen roared in anger, summoning his Golden Divine Sea and merging it with the Chaos Sea, bolstering it with Chaos Dao to counter the assault. The thunderous demonic sea collided with the golden Chaos Sea, weaving out apocalyptic lights and a succession of terrifying visions.

Tian Mo Di snorted coldly and unleashed an Emperor Dao divine ability, condensing it into a single finger strike. That finger radiated unstoppable Emperor Light, its power overwhelmingly dominant. Ye Chen's Sacred Body was pierced through, with blood and bones exploding outward.

But the Da Cheng Sheng Ti was no pushover. After taking the Emperor's finger strike, it retaliated with a powerful punch, shattering the mighty Emperor Body. Once again, both sides suffered heavy damage. Tian Mo Di howled, offering his essence blood as sacrifice, and slammed down a palm that covered the starry sky like a hand of annihilation.

Ye Chen advanced aggressively instead of retreating, burning his own essence blood. His golden fist, etched with seal scripts, punched straight through, blasting the Emperor's hand to pieces, with fragments of hand bones scattering across the stars. Yet Ye Chen's fist also shattered, his Sacred Bones stained with blood as they fell and turned to dust in the void.

"Kill."Tian Mo Di charged from west to east, crossing the river of time in an instant, sweeping forth with torrents of demonic malice and supreme Emperor might.

"War."Ye Chen charged from east to west, treading the wheel of years, his golden vital energy surging like a tide, carrying an overpowering Sacred might.

All their attacks reverted to pure origins—simple and savage. Tian Mo Di's palm strike exploded Ye Chen's Sacred Body, while Ye Chen ripped out the Emperor's spine with one hand, crushing it into ashes. The battle grew primal and bloody: for every palm Tian Mo Di struck, Ye Chen returned with a fist, until one side was utterly destroyed.

Emperor Blood and Sacred Blood intertwined, yet the fight continued, strands and wisps reforming into human and dragon shapes, clashing in the starry sky. Once more, the two transformed into dragons—one golden, one black.

Tian Mo Di raged wildly, his roars like thunder. As the supreme Emperor, he was helpless against this Sacred Body, repeatedly forced to watch his Emperor Body burst apart. It was an utter humiliation, obliterating his Emperor's dignity once again.

Ye Chen fought with frenzied madness, every drop of his Sacred Blood erupting with essence, burning into rolling waves of golden vital energy. Emperors were incredibly hard to kill—a realization he'd had three hundred years ago, when even his Bloodline Limit had been scattered. Yet he feared nothing; if he could slay an Emperor once, he could do it again. The Sacred Body lineage was unyielding, its Dao Heart unbreakable, its assaults relentless.

He was Ye Chen, the Sacred Lord of the Heavenly Court and the emperor of Da Chu. He carried the burden of blood debts and the unfulfilled wishes of Da Chu's heroic spirits. All of this drove him to become an undefeated war god, to slaughter the Emperor and use his blood to honor the fallen.

The war grew even more ferocious, each collision shattering star rivers. This supreme-level conquest carried them from the far side of the star rivers to the edges of the universe, and from there to the end of all things. Stars exploded one by one, vast swaths of starry sky overturned, stained with fresh blood and descending into chaotic oblivion.

Yin and Yang were thrown into disarray, heaven and earth inverted, and all principles became meaningless in the face of the Great Emperor and Sacred Body's clash.

"Is this the showdown between a Great Emperor and a Da Cheng Sheng Ti?"Across the myriad realms, countless cultivators lifted their faces skyward. A battle of this caliber could instantly reduce even a Zhun Di to ash if they dared to intervene—such was the Emperor's strength.

They hoped the Sacred Body would win; if it fell, who in the myriad heavens could stand against a supreme Emperor? The Sacred Body lineage was the savior of the worlds, just as legends foretold. In this era, without the Sacred Body, the entire starry sky would likely have been overturned, ushering in an endless dark age.

"If the Emperor Zun were still alive, he'd kick that bastard to death." In the western starry sky, the six Shen Jiang, Hua Qing Luo, cursed in anger.No sooner had he spoken than he spat blood, his aura sinking to its lowest point.

The other eight Shen Jiang were in the same state, all bearing irreversible wounds, barely able to stand, let alone join the fight. They could only gaze into the distance, silently cheering him on.

"He's the emperor of Da Chu—he will triumph." In the eastern star domain, Da Chu's nine emperors spoke through streams of blood, their words resolute. This was the profound confidence of elders in their successor; bearing the title of emperor, he would slay another Emperor on his path.

"Three hundred years ago, he slew an Emperor, and three hundred years later, he will do the same." In the northern starry sky, Dong Huang Tai Xin's eyes shone with firm resolve. Back then, she had placed her hopes on Ye Chen, believing he could forge a myth—and he had won, proving her right. Today, she believed once more that this young man would etch another immortal legend for the myriad realms.

"What formidable younger generations!" In the southern star domain, figures like Tun Tian Mo Zun, Feng Huang, and Jiang Tai Xu wore expressions of utmost determination. Ye Chen shared unbreakable ties of fate with them: the Tun Tian Mo Gong from the demonic abyss, Feng Huang's immortal arts, and Jiang Tai Xu's Six Dao Immortal Eyes, all weaving their destinies together. This was no longer their era, but they believed that unyielding figure would stride step by step toward the path of defying heaven.

Under the gaze of all, the Great Emperor and Sacred Body clashed deeper into the starry sky, their thunderous fluctuations spreading across the heavens.

"Kill." The Immortal-Demon War erupted again after a brief silence, with roars and howls echoing through the myriad star skies. Whether in Da Chu, Xuan Huang, or the myriad heavens, battles raged on. The blood of the heavens mingled with the blood of demons, forming bloody star rivers that stretched across every battlefield. Severed limbs, broken artifacts, and fragments littered the stars, creating true mountains of corpses and seas of blood, true hells and underworlds.

In the depths of the starry sky, another star domain turned to ashes. Tian Mo Di and Ye Chen had fought their way here, plunging the space into darkness, devoid of stars or any living beings. This dark sky was divided into two colossal worlds.

One side was pitch-black and ominous, like the Jiu You Mo Tu, with mountains of bones and rivers of blood, interwoven with visions of eclipsed yin moons and stars, alongside scenes of primordial chaos shattering the heavens.

The other side shone with radiant Sacred Light, like the Jiu Xiao Xian Yu, with golden brilliance and vibrant hues, featuring vast mountains, rivers, flowers, and trees that manifested all things.

In this epic assault, Emperor Techniques emerged endlessly, and the Sacred Body's battle intent was unmatched. Each collision felt like the end of the world.

"Kill."Tian Mo Di roared, his Emperor Eyes filled with madness. He sacrificed his essence blood again to replenish his depleted strength, unleashing a supreme Emperor Technique. A beam of Emperor Light pierced through time, infused with Emperor might and principles, its power capable of destroying heavens and earth.

"War."Ye Chen's golden eyes blazed with divine light, his own madness ignited. His golden vital energy burned fiercely, pouring into his Sacred Body as he summoned immortal fire and heavenly thunder—one forming a flame divine bow, the other a thunder divine arrow. He drew the bow to a full moon, and the thunder arrow, enhanced with Chaos Dao and reincarnation force, became the peak strike of his cultivation path.

With no spectators, only the Da Cheng Sheng Ti and Tian Mo Di remained, along with that Emperor Light and thunder arrow drawing ever closer. The starry sky rumbled, unable to withstand their pressure. Upon collision, the heavens shook violently, the myriad realms trembled, and a devastating halo expanded infinitely in all directions. Wherever it passed, the starry sky collapsed inch by inch, overturned piece by piece, instantly grinding even Zhun Di level beings to ash.