Chapter 1737: Creating Another Myth

In Lingyu, the rumbling thunder persisted, shaking hearts and souls to their core.

More and more people flocked to that realm, a vast tide of humanity like a surging river and sea, darkening the skies and covering the earth.

Whether elders or juniors, all were clad in armor, gripping weapons, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on the hazy void, each one ready to face death without fear.

They had prepared themselves for death, poised at any moment to charge forward.

If Yechen were to fall, they would rush in without hesitation, like moths to a flame, to drag the emperor down from the heavens.

Zixuan had arrived as well. She had recently unlocked her memories and entered seclusion, emerging only because the commotion was too great.

As a fragment of the Donghua Empress's soul, she was truly surprised that Lingyu harbored a massive army of celestial demons and even a great emperor.

The moment she landed, her gaze locked onto the void. She could see through the haze, witnessing the fierce battle between Yechen and the emperor's body.

"Only the emperor's body, no emperor's divine soul." Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. As a remnant soul of the empress, her insight was extraordinary, allowing her to discern the truth at a glance.

"Shiniang, have you ever seen that celestial demon emperor's body before?" Baizhi asked. Perhaps the empress's remnant soul would know.

Zixuan gently shook her head. Though she was indeed a remnant soul of the Donghua Empress, her inherited memories were incomplete, and she was certain she had never encountered it.

"If Shizun and the Emperor were here, would he still dare to act so arrogantly?" Mingjue cursed loudly, feeling deeply frustrated just watching.

This remark left Chuling, standing nearby, filled with sorrow.

During the first celestial demon invasion, the ninety million cultivators of Great Chu had fought nearly to annihilation. In the second, the flames of war spread across the realms, slaughtering countless beings in the myriad domains, leaving mountains of corpses.

Now, in this third invasion, a single half-emperor had reduced Lingyu to ruins, with too many quasi-emperor elders perishing in the fight.

Why, among the three realms, was the human realm so weak? To contend for a single emperor, the heroes of the heavens had to wage such a brutal war.

"Great Emperor! Open your eyes!" The beings of Lingyu roared from their souls, summoning with all their might, hoping for the great emperor's return.

How had the vast Lingyu fallen to the point where a young saint had to fight alone? Where was the former glory of the heavens? It had vanished completely.

"Kill!" Perhaps roused by the fervor, an elderly quasi-emperor bellowed and charged into the skies, intent on aiding Yechen.

However, the moment he entered the battlefield, before he could even strike, he was crushed into ashes, his body and divine soul obliterated together.

"Do not go up there." Zixuan admonished sharply. As a fragment of the empress's soul, her voice carried the empress's authority, echoing across the eight directions.

The quasi-emperors of Lingyu were different from Yechen. He was the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, inherently immune to emperor's might due to the divine power hidden within him.

That was precisely why a fully realized sacred body could stand against a great emperor.

But other bloodlines lacked that immunity. No matter how many charged in, they would only turn to dust.

The previous quasi-emperor was the clearest proof, a bloody lesson.

Unless one possessed the heaven-defying combat power of the Nine Sovereigns of Great Chu or the Divine Generals, everything would be futile under emperor's might.

She, too, wished to join the fight, but battles of that level were not for just anyone. It would only add to the casualties.

Her warning ensured no one else rushed forward, for the emperor's might was too overwhelming.

The commotion in the void grew even more immense, a sea of thunder stretching endlessly, with no sight of Yechen or the emperor's body—only the world-shaking rumbles.

Within that sea of thunder, streaks of fresh blood rained down: black and gold, belonging to Yechen and the emperor's body.

Their blood fell as they continued their assault on each other.

High in the nine heavens, Yechen and the celestial demon emperor's body had both transformed into dragon forms—one black, one gold—clashing fiercely in the sea of thunder.

Neither was at their peak, yet they fought with supreme majesty.

Yechen's battle intent soared, like an unrivaled war god of the eight directions, unmatched and invincible, his brilliant golden eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

In the previous two encounters, he had borne a mission with the fate of all beings on his back, refusing to fall and fighting to the death to slay the emperor.

The celestial demon emperor's body, with its divine consciousness revived, was filled with shock in its eyes.

Yechen was too strong, terrifyingly so, as if he could not be defeated.

It had every reason to believe Yechen was qualified to slaughter a great emperor. The aura of the emperor's slaughter in his body was unmistakable and could not be imitated.

Now, he was merely a saint, relying on external forces. If he truly reached full realization, even a great emperor would kneel.

That faint trace of divine consciousness drove it into madness, determined to destroy Yechen.

With that thought, its attacks grew even more ferocious, unleashing imperial immortal arts and repeatedly shattering Yechen.

Yet, it had still underestimated Yechen's indomitable will—he would not die, would not yield.

He stood like an eternal monument between heaven and earth, impervious to any force, even the emperor's body.

The battle grew even more brutal. The sacred body bathed in the emperor's blood, and the emperor bathed in the sacred blood. Their peak clash was relentless, unending.

This war lasted three full days, leaving heaven and earth in utter devastation.

It was not until the fourth night that a massive hole tore through the sea of thunder. A black dragon plummeted from the void.

That was the celestial demon emperor, which transformed back into human form during its fall.

Witnessing this, the armies of Lingyu erupted in excitement. Driving the emperor's body from the heavens proved Yechen had the upper hand.

With a tremendous boom, the celestial demon emperor's body crashed down, its imperial blood splattering as it carved a deep abyss into the earth.

"I do not believe it." A thunderous roar echoed from the abyss, shaking the skies, instantly extinguishing those with weaker cultivation.

"Then I will beat you until you do." Yechen dove down from the heavens.

"Kill!" The emperor's body surged from the abyss, launching a heaven-defying assault on Yechen. Though a lifeless corpse, its face was twisted in grotesque fury.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Yechen streaked like immortal light, and the emperor's body like divine radiance. They collided in a burst of halo that spread across the eight directions.

The emperor's body was defeated again, drenched in blood as it fell from the nine heavens.

Another boom, and it plunged once more into the abyss.

Yechen shot in like a beam of immortal light. The celestial demon emperor's body had just risen and hadn't even caught its breath before being smacked down with a single palm.

As it tried to get up, Yechen pinned it down firmly.

He was as fierce as ever, mounting the celestial demon sovereign, one hand gripping its collar and the other clenched into a golden fist.

What followed was the sacred body's moment of glory.

Golden fist after golden fist landed, each striking flesh and drawing blood. Even the domineering emperor's body could not withstand it, as blood and bones flew everywhere.

"Ah!" The celestial demon emperor's body howled. Every time it tried to rise, Yechen's fist slammed it back down for more beating.

The scene was eerily familiar. In the two previous celestial demon invasions, the great emperors had been beaten to death by Yechen in this very way.

It was somewhat ironic. These mighty celestial demon sovereigns always ended up so humiliated, pinned down and pummeled.

Their so-called emperor's might and imperial laws had become nothing but a joke.

The earth trembled with each of Yechen's punches, and the emperor's blood splattered the dark abyss.

Outside the abyss, the armies of Lingyu stood silently, none daring to approach.

The emperor's might lingered; stepping in would be suicide.

Yechen and the emperor's body were out of sight, but the roars of the emperor's body—filled with rage and fear—echoed through the heavens and earth.

On Mingjie Mountain in the underworld, the Ten Yama Kings watched with twitching corners of their mouths.

That was an emperor's body! Even without the emperor's divine soul, it was still an emperor! Yet, it was being pinned down and beaten by Yechen—utterly terrifying.

Probably, since the dawn of cultivation, they had never seen such a ruthless figure.

Clearly, the one who had slain two emperors in a single lifetime was no ordinary man. His ferocity and savagery surpassed even Dihuang.

"I always thought the five great emperors you cornered at the edge of the universe were the most embarrassing, but now, this one takes the cake." The Ming Emperor sighed in amazement. "After today, his heaven-defying feats will include slaying three emperors in one lifetime."

"The world always produces new talents." Dihuang laughed contentedly.

As they spoke, the tremors in Lingyu finally ceased.

The abyss fell silent, the earth stopped shaking, and the emperor's body no longer roared. The world was eerily quiet.

After a while, a blood-soaked hand emerged, clawing its way out of the abyss. It was Yechen, his hair disheveled, his body covered in countless wounds, gripping a blood-stained imperial sword as he staggered forward.

As for the celestial demon emperor's body, it had been utterly obliterated by his fists.

This time, it was truly dead, beyond any hope of revival.

What a pitiful great emperor. It had died once in ancient times, buried in a bronze coffin, and now it had died again in Lingyu.

After lying dormant for endless ages, it still could not escape the vast workings of fate.

Now, it could keep company with the other celestial demon emperor—two of a kind, perhaps sharing tales of their misfortunes in the afterlife.

"We won!" Cheers erupted as the armies of Lingyu raised their weapons high, shouting hoarsely, their excitement bringing tears to their eyes.

The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body Yechen had once again forged an immortal myth, defying the heavens to slay the emperor's body and save the beings of Lingyu.

And they had all witnessed this eternal moment firsthand—a supreme honor, for he had slain three great emperors in his lifetime.

"Kid, you're something else!" Mingjue stepped forward and punched him.

"You brat, take it easy!" Yechen cursed. Though Mingjue's punch wasn't heavy, it made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

Indeed, his injuries were severe. Each attack from the celestial demon emperor's body had been world-shattering, leaving devastating hidden wounds.

The backlash from various forbidden techniques was also extremely powerful. In his current state, even an ordinary cultivator could finish him off.

"Quick, take this." Chuling sobbed uncontrollably, her hands trembling as she fed him pills, her eyes brimming with tears.

Yechen had fought for three days, and she had teetered on the edge of collapse for just as long. Any slip-up would have meant eternal separation.

"I'm not going to die." Yechen smiled reassuringly, swallowing the pills while protecting his vital energy, though he couldn't stop the blood from trickling from his mouth.

"This is going to be big news again." Baizhi and Qingluan chuckled lightly, her jade hand pressed against Yechen's back, channeling her purest essence.

The return journey was filled with joy, but also pain.

Though the celestial demon army had been wiped out and the emperor's body slain, Lingyu had suffered catastrophic losses, with mountains of corpses.

Elders like Xianhe Old Ancestor and Qingluan Old Ancestor had given their lives to buy Yechen time, perishing under the emperor's might.

Only after enduring the trials of war could one truly appreciate the beauty of peace.

In the years to come, Lingyu would likely see no more conflicts.

This great battle would make the world realize that their true enemy was not the people of Lingyu, but the detestable celestial demons.

The Lingyu allied forces did not disperse. They worked together to clear the bloody battlefield and conducted a thorough search to eliminate any stragglers.

This search uncovered a few more celestial demons, who were swiftly mobbed and killed, honoring the spirits of the fallen heroes.