Chapter 1756: Spatial Disruption

Chapter 1756: Spatial Anomaly

"Use seals to capture him alive, gnaw his bones, and drink his blood." On Wang Xuan Xing, a furious roar shook the heavens and earth. It came from a Great Saint Qiu Yu, whose face was twisted in ferocity, his blood-red eyes burning with terrifying menace.

This roar immediately drew attention. Ye Chen charged straight at him – always target the loudest one. It was like shooting the bird that sticks its head out.

The Great Saint Qiu Yu was enraged, charging forward with its massive maw wide open, its body like a mountain covered in scales, crushing everything in its path.

Ye Chen snorted coldly and threw a punch through the air, blasting straight through the Qiu Yu's throat. A gruesome blood hole erupted, spraying crimson blood.

The Great Saint Qiu Yu let out a miserable cry and collapsed to its knees on the spot. Its powerful body was instantly torn apart by Ye Chen's relentless assault, leaving only its yuan shen fleeing into the sky.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ye Chen roared, gripping his battle spear and giving chase. He targeted the ones making the biggest fuss – Great Saints were no exception; they could still be wiped out.

"Save me!" The Qiu Yu Great Saint, who had been so arrogant moments ago, was now terrified, screaming desperately as it fled. Fear had completely replaced the ferocity in its blood-red eyes.

Its cries were effective. Swarms of Qiu Yu rushed in, some spewing flames, others shooting thunder from their eyes, forming vast seas of fire and lightning that engulfed Ye Chen.

"Break for me!" Ye Chen shouted angrily, slashing with his sword like a golden divine dragon leaping forth. He swept out with a massive golden hand, obliterating Qiu Yu by the dozens.

Seeing this, the Great Saint Qiu Yu fled even faster, not daring to look back. Ye Chen was too strong; one wrong move, and it would be finished.

"Can you escape?" Ye Chen's voice was icy and commanding, like a sovereign king surging with overwhelming killing intent. He crossed the void, wielding his battle spear like a club, smashing it down from the heavens.

The strike was devastatingly powerful; even a Great Saint-level yuan shen couldn't withstand it, exploding into dust in an instant.

"Damn it." A second Great Saint Qiu Yu lunged in, spitting out a treasure seal – its life-bound weapon – crashing down from above.

"Get back!" Ye Chen surged upward without dodging, flipping his hand for another swing of the spear like a club. He met it head-on; a Great Saint weapon was no match for a Zhun Di Bing, shattering into pieces on impact.

With its life-bound weapon destroyed, the owner suffered backlash. The Great Saint Qiu Yu's massive body exploded with a boom, raining blood.

"Seal him for me!" Over a hundred Saint King Qiu Yu roared in unison, joining forces to activate a sealing formation, intent on trapping Ye Chen inside.

"Seal me?" Ye Chen sneered, unleashing Taixu Shenxing to its fullest. He moved effortlessly through the seals, darting across the array patterns as if they didn't exist, leaving the hundreds of Saint King Qiu Yu awkwardly fumbling.

But that wasn't the end of it. As the Qiu Yu activated their great sealing array, Ye Chen wasn't idle. He held his battle spear in one hand and formed seals with the other.

Taixu Long Jin appeared in an instant, dropping a dozen cages from the sky. Without exception, all the Great Saint-level Qiu Yu were trapped inside.

With them contained, nothing held Ye Chen back. The remaining Saint Kings, Quasi Saint Kings, and Saints couldn't withstand even a single move from him.

The battle turned into a one-sided massacre, the scene drenched in blood.

Wails filled the air, sending shivers through anyone who heard them. The Qiu Yu scattered in panic, their massive sizes offering no advantage as they fled in every direction.

"Feels good, damn satisfying." While Ye Chen fought outside, Kui Niu and Li Changsheng cheered wildly from inside the copper furnace.

"Set up the pot for stewing meat." Ye Chen, bathed in fresh blood, fought like a madman, tossing Saint King-level Qiu Yu into the furnace one after another. He wasn't about to miss out on such a feast.

"Business is booming." Kui Niu and Li Changsheng jumped into action, dividing the tasks – one chopping the meat, the other tending the pot.

For atmosphere, it had to be them. Outside, the killing raged on, but inside, they were stewing meat with plenty of seasonings.

Before long, the Great God-level Qiu Yu broke free from the Taixu Long Jin, each radiating killing intent as over a dozen surrounded Ye Chen from all sides.

It was clearly a group assault, a formidable lineup aimed at executing him.

Ye Chen wasn't afraid. The smaller fry had been cleared out, and the real fight was just beginning. Facing ten at once, he remained ferocious.

Wang Xuan Xing turned chaotic, with mountain ranges collapsing one after another, leaving the once-beautiful land scarred and ruined.

The commotion drew passing cultivators in the starry sky to stop and stare, their expressions filled with shock. Those with great divine abilities used their eyes to peer in.

At the sight, their faces turned pale instantly. They saw massive creatures besieging a masked figure. Over a dozen against one, yet they were being cut down one by one – it was terrifying.

"That masked one – could it be the legendary Chen Ye?" The weaker cultivators turned to the great divine ability users.

"Who else would dare challenge the Honghuang great clans like this if not Chen Ye?" The great divine ability users took a sharp breath.

"What an honor to finally see the real person after all the rumors." The discussions were excited, rising and falling. Though many were present, no one dared to intervene. It wasn't that they didn't want to help, but their cultivation wasn't sufficient; they'd only be a burden.

"Save me!" Amid the excitement, a cry for help echoed from the star.

In the next moment, a Great Saint Qiu Yu burst out, covered in blood, bones exposed in a horrifying sight. He was the only one who had escaped the slaughter; the others were all destroyed.

Seeing this, the human cultivators outside the star drew their weapons, refusing to let him go. This creature was notoriously violent and bloodthirsty, terrorizing all around. Now wounded, they weren't about to let him live.

"Save me!" The Great Saint Qiu Yu staggered along, still shouting desperately, fleeing recklessly toward the crowd and calling for help all the way.

"Save your sister!" A burly man bellowed, charging first with his ghost-headed blade gleaming coldly. His strike unleashed a thousand-zhang blade light, splitting the starry sky.

"Kill!" With one attacking, the human cultivators swarmed in, a chaotic rush. Their cultivations varied, from Great Saints down to Tianjing levels, unleashing attacks relentlessly, one after another.

The Great Saint Qiu Yu's eyes bulged in shock; all he saw were weapons and secret techniques. He'd run right into them, and now there was no escape.

The scene was brutal. In a one-on-one fight, no human cultivator could match the Great Saint Qiu Yu, but in a group brawl, especially with him already injured, it was a different story.

The Great Saint Qiu Yu died in frustration. He'd escaped the initial battle, but his fate wasn't any better – he met the same end.

On Wang Xuan Xing, Ye Chen glanced over and couldn't help but smile. With others handling the cleanup, he didn't need to chase.

Turning his gaze, he looked toward the ground, eyeing that massive head like a wine jar. He didn't dare stare too long, fearing another backlash.

The Qiu Yu clan had an incredibly keen sense of smell; this massive force had likely come searching for that head.

Unfortunately for them, they encountered Ye Chen, a harbinger of doom. The fight ended in total disaster, with the entire clan wiped out.

"Here, have some soup." Kui Niu handed over a large iron basin filled with meat soup, brimming with refined energy and surging vitality.

"This place isn't safe to stay." Ye Chen took the basin but didn't drink a drop. He turned to leave, not wanting to linger.

In his haste, his step faltered. He stumbled and face-planted into the ground, spilling most of the soup he held.

Ye Chen scrambled up in embarrassment, realizing he wasn't on the surface anymore – or more precisely, he was underground. The area was dim, and even more accurately, he was in that vast underground palace.

"What's going on here?" Inside the copper furnace, Li Changsheng, who was gulping down meat soup from a large basin, looked completely baffled. How had they ended up underground with just one step? Was this some kind of magic?

"Space reversal?" Kui Niu frowned, offering an explanation that made sense – Ye Chen had stumbled into a spatial misalignment.

Ye Chen said nothing, his brows furrowed more than anyone's. He knew better; this wasn't spatial chaos. Some mysterious, incredibly powerful force had pulled him down.

Suddenly, an ancient breeze carrying an aura of age swept in, igniting the stone lamps throughout the palace.

As light spread, the altar came into view, and with it, the massive head on the altar.

Ye Chen's heart raced. Even with three Zhun Di Bing protecting him, he felt immense pressure, almost compelled to kneel.

It was an invisible force from that head, infinitely close to emperor level, stirring his bloodline and making his saint blood boil. Its origin exuded a thick Honghuang aura.

Ye Chen was certain: the owner of this head belonged to a Honghuang great clan, though which one remained unknown.

"Sheng Ti little one, what era is this now?" The head trembled slightly, opening its eyes. Its eyes were like wine jars, filled with chaos and no pupils, ancient and vast, encompassing the heavens and earth. Though its words were faint, they boomed like thunder, shaking Ye Chen's divine sea and nearly collapsing his yuan shen.

Ye Chen instinctively stepped back. Even with his composure, he was afraid. This massive head had opened its eyes and spoken – this sight was terrifying, sending chills down his spine.

Not just him; Kui Niu and Li Changsheng were also startled, their bodies shuddering. Had they seen a ghost? Such a huge one at that.

"Now, what era is this?" Seeing no response from Ye Chen, the head spoke again, perhaps tired, and closed its eyes.

"This..." Ye Chen snapped back, clearing his throat, unsure how to answer. It seemed the heavens had no fixed calendar. Mentioning Di Zun might not mean anything to it.

"Is Bei Ming Great Emperor still alive?" the head asked lightly.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. As a Great Emperor, he had heard of him – Bei Ming Great Emperor, the only one among the 130 emperors of Xuan Huang to forge two life-bound emperor weapons. He was from the Honghuang era and had been gone for ages.

Legend had it that before Bei Ming became emperor, the Honghuang era was in utter chaos, with Honghuang great clans rampaging and unleashing catastrophic wars, bathing the heavens in blood. Bei Ming rose against the odds to become emperor, using iron-fisted methods to suppress the Honghuang clans. Under his rule, peace lasted for 90,000 years.

The suppressed Honghuang great clans were forced to flee to the universe's edge, and for 90,000 years, none dared to resurface.

His fame echoed through history, making Honghuang clans tremble. The might of one emperor endured for eternity.

"Is he from the Bei Ming Great Emperor's time?" Kui Niu muttered, peering over the furnace rim at the head.

"Most likely, otherwise why mention Bei Ming among so many Great Emperors?" Li Changsheng stroked his chin in thought.

"May I ask, senior, who you are?" Ye Chen stepped forward and bowed respectfully, his tone probing.