Chapter 1733: Emperor's Body

Ye Chen furrowed his brows slightly, turned back, and picked up the Di Jian, heading deeper into the abyss. This You Yuan must be hiding some profound secret.

The dark demonic soil was pitch-black and chilling, vast beyond measure. Ye Chen didn't know how long he had been flying before he finally came to a stop.

In the distance lay a sea of demons, where demonic energy and malice intertwined, painting terrifying scenes that made one's heart tremble.

At the center of the demonic sea hung a pitch-black bronze coffin.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, parting the layers of demonic mist to focus on the bronze coffin. He could clearly see that it was covered in runes he couldn't understand, but he couldn't peer into the figure inside.

Ye Chen's brows furrowed even deeper as he gazed at the ancient bronze coffin, feeling a sense of unease. The Di Jian in his hand buzzed and trembled.

He began to realize why the Xue Fa Mo Jun and San Yan Mo Jun had fled deeper—it must be to seek help from the one in the coffin.

Moreover, this vast army of Tian Mo was likely guarding the bronze coffin, so the identity of the person inside was no simple matter.

"Could it be that a Di is buried here?" Ye Chen murmured.

With that, he suddenly stepped forward, striding into the black demonic sea without another word, and swung the Di Jian toward the bronze coffin.

A clang rang out as the world-shattering Di Jian only sparked against the bronze coffin, failing to damage it at all.

Ye Chen was flung backward like a streak of divine light, crashing out of the demonic sea. His hand bones shattered, and he vomited blood wildly.

Once he steadied himself, he was still spitting blood, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the bronze coffin. Its hardness far exceeded his expectations.

As he watched, the bronze coffin trembled with a hum, and its lid exploded outward. A towering demonic shadow emerged from within.

It was a figure clad in armor, with a majestic and unyielding build like a mountain. His head of blood-red hair fluttered without wind, and though he had been buried for countless ages, his shoulders were covered in dust.

Beyond that, his eyes were hollow, his expression vacant and devoid of any emotion, like a walking corpse.

Ye Chen instinctively retreated, his hand gripping the sword trembling.

This was a Da Di, radiating boundless ultimate Dao Di Wei. Everywhere it spread, the sky and earth cracked apart.

His guess was correct—only a Di could warrant such a massive Tian Mo army for protection.

As he retreated, a series of thumping sounds echoed through the depths of the You Yuan.

Slow and rhythmic, it was the sound of the Tian Mo Di walking. His body was so heavy that each step made the heavens shake violently.

"How could there be a Da Di here?" Ye Chen's face turned pale as he retreated further. In his current state, how could he stand against a Da Di?

"Underestimated this." Watching the scene from Ming Jie Ming Shan, the Ming Di uttered coldly, causing thunder to crash across the sky.

"What era's Di is this? Unheard of." Di Huang also frowned, truly surprised that Ling Yu had a Tian Mo Di.

"This is troublesome." Ming Di's expression grew extremely grim. "Ling Yu has no Da Di in residence, nor any fully realized Sheng Ti. No one can stop the Tian Mo Di. If he summons the Qing Tian Mo Zhu and brings the Tian Mo Yu army, the entire human realm will be overturned, reduced to dust."

"It's not without hope." Di Huang's words carried deep meaning. "That Tian Mo Di isn't a complete Di."

Prompted by Di Huang, Ming Di noticed the clues.

The Tian Mo Di showed no emotion, and his movements were stiff.

In other words, he was already dead, leaving only the shell of a Di without its original spirit. At best, he was merely a Ban Di.

"Five ultimate Dao Di Qi, plus my essence blood, along with Ye Chen's Huang Gu Sheng Ti—Ling Yu might not fall." Di Huang took a deep breath, his words echoing mysteriously.

As they spoke, in the depths of Ling Yu's You Yuan, Ye Chen was covered in blood. He unleashed his full power, burning his origin and essence blood, but still couldn't withstand a single strike from the Tian Mo Di. His Sheng Ti nearly exploded.

The world continued to tremble as the Tian Mo Di pressed on without pause, each step accompanied by a thunderous boom, shattering the void.

Ye Chen staggered, vomiting blood nonstop, his eyes fixed on the Tian Mo Di. He could tell it was just a Di Qu.

Otherwise, if it were a complete Da Di, one strike would have obliterated him.

Thinking quickly, he turned and fled toward the outside world.

He knew full well that with his strength alone, he couldn't face the Tian Mo Di. Even if it was just a Di Qu, it was beyond his ability to handle.

He needed assistance, and that would come from the ultimate Dao Di Bing.

A Da Di's Di Qu could only be cleaved by ultimate Dao Di Bing, and it would require multiple such weapons working together to be effective.

Fortunately, Ling Yu had Di Qi—not just one. Counting the Di Jian in his hand, there were five. More importantly, Di Huang's blood was his key to countering the Di Qu.

As Ye Chen fled, the Tian Mo Di pursued, expressionless, each rigid step seeming to tread upon the river of time, rendering all worldly laws meaningless.

Outside, the battle raged on, with figures clashing across the sky and ground. Human lives had become as cheap as grass.

Reinforcements from Ling Yu's experts arrived from all sides, those dispatched to clear the Tian Mo from the ancient cities, now coming to aid.

Ling Yu's forces held an absolute advantage, beating the Tian Mo forces into submission, wiping them out in droves until few remained.

"Finish this quickly!" Qin Guang Wang roared fiercely, charging wherever the enemy was thickest, his palms delivering devastating blows. His target was clear: the quasi-Di level Tian Mo.

The other nine Yan Luo did the same, focusing on the quasi-Di Tian Mo.

Ling Yu's quasi-Di experts were no pushovers, forming groups of three or five, refusing to fight alone and ganging up on their foes. One after another, the quasi-Di Tian Mo fell from the void.

The remaining Tian Mo soldiers had no chance to resist, swallowed up by the tidal wave of Ling Yu's army, unable to make a ripple.

Only when the last Tian Mo was extinguished did Ling Yu's forces breathe a sigh of relief. They had achieved a complete victory.

Ling Yu's army stood filling the skies and covering the earth, their momentum overwhelming, their aura merging into one as the heavens rumbled.

This realm was now a scene of utter devastation, drenched in blood. The great mountains and peaks were shattered, and the forests lay in chaos.

Such a large-scale war left mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, leaving the younger generation pale-faced. This was the true face of war.

"The first major alliance—truly in sync." Many ancestors laughed, each holding a wine jug, full of satisfaction.

In the past, Ling Yu was constantly in turmoil, never fighting side by side like this.

This was the first time in Ling Yu's history that they had ceased internal conflicts, united against an external threat, and pooled their strength—it was truly formidable.

"As long as we have enough people, the Tian Mo aren't that frightening."

"This time, we can report a job well done." The ten Yan Luo stripped off their blood-soaked clothes, each grabbing a wine jar and gulping it down.

"Not satisfying." Ming Jue twisted his neck, his body surging with murderous energy, covered in fresh blood from head to toe.

"Do you enjoy war?" Qing Luan shot Ming Jue a stern glance.

"I'm just saying." Ming Jue chuckled, taking out a handkerchief to gently wipe the blood from Qing Luan's face, acting like a tender husband.

Qing Luan ignored him. She had fought in the first Tian Mo invasion and truly understood what despair meant.

Compared to the great battle in Da Chu three hundred years ago, this one was just a minor skirmish, incomparable.

"Where's Ye Chen?" Chu Ling scanned the surroundings, searching constantly.

At her words, everyone realized—after such a great victory, where had their commander gone?

"He chased that quasi-Di Tian Mo into the Wu Wang You Yuan earlier." Bai Zhi spoke softly, having seen Ye Chen enter.

"With his strength, he must have..."

"Di Bing! Give me the ultimate Dao Di Bing!" Before Ming Jue could finish, he was interrupted by a roar from the You Yuan.