Chapter 1761: Supreme Goodness

Six Zhun Di clashed, their battle sending thunderous roars across the vast cosmos. The scene was immense, with nearby stars and asteroids shattering into dust and vanishing into the star domain. This region of space became a chaotic wasteland where visions of annihilation intertwined, a tableau of destruction as Zhun Di laws rampaged through the void.

The silver and gold Zhun Di had transformed into their true forms, their colossal bodies like towering mountains, their eyes the size of wine vats as they charged through the stars. In a two-against-one scenario, the four Yan Luo from the Fourth Hall held an absolute advantage, overwhelming the silver and gold Zhun Di and forcing them into retreat. Qiong Qi blood essence splattered across the starry expanse.

It was fortunate that all four were in their Emperor Dao Tong Ming forms; if they were at their peak, no two-against-one would have been necessary—one alone could have crushed the opponents. This was precisely why Ye Chen had summoned the four Yan Luo at once: they were in the human realm, not the Yin Cao Di Fu. The Emperor Dao Tong Ming state limited the Yan Luo's power, preventing them from reaching their peak. Ye Chen needed absolute suppression while ensuring their safety, making the two-against-one formation ideal.

As the six Zhun Di fought fiercely, the remaining Qiong Qi fled, protecting the Qiong Qi Ninth Prince as they scattered in disarray. Normally so arrogant, in this crucial moment, they were utterly cowardly, scrambling away as fast as they could.

"Can you escape?" Ye Chen gripped his battle spear and pursued, his body radiating golden light and a murderous aura that shook the starry skies. His roar thundered like lightning. Once he caught up, he wasted no words, swinging his spear to strike—waves of Qiong Qi turned into blood mist.

"Kill! Kill for this king!" The Qiong Qi Ninth Prince roared in fury, standing on his jade chariot and bellowing like a mad dog.

But his orders fell on deaf ears. Though numerous, not a single Qiong Qi dared to charge forward.

Ye Chen was too powerful. Bolstered by three Zhun Di weapons, even Great Saints were no match. Such a peerless force could only be challenged by a Zhun Di—anyone else would be foolish to try.

Unfortunately, their two Zhun Di were already besieged by four others, struggling to survive themselves, with no chance to help.

So, the Qiong Qi could only flee for their lives, running as hard as possible, or face dire consequences if caught.

In the midst of it, Ye Chen caught up again. A Saint King Qiong Qi reverted to its true form, but it was futile—Ye Chen stomped it into pulp, then extracted and obliterated its yuan shen.

The other Qiong Qi didn't even fight back; they just kept fleeing. A figure like Ye Chen was beyond their ability to handle.

"Even to the edge of the universe, I'll hunt you down." Ye Chen swept his spear across a swath, his golden eyes locked on the Ninth Prince.

The horrific fate of the human cultivators was still fresh in his mind—the forced self-slaughter, the blood-soaked scenes that horrified the soul. It was a blood debt that the Qiong Qi Ninth Prince had to repay.

"Come on! Come kill me!" The Qiong Qi Ninth Prince sneered wickedly, holding his ground even in retreat, his face twisted in malice.

"I will end you." Ye Chen thundered, stepping forward with shrinking the ground into inches, plunging into the Qiong Qi ranks and wielding his battle spear wildly.

His attacks followed no pattern, just a chaotic barrage, enhanced by Zhun Di might, infused with Chaos Dao, and amplified by his bloodline power. Each strike grew more dominant than the last, turning the area into a sea of blood mist.

He carved a bloody path straight to the Qiong Qi Ninth Prince, and no Qiong Qi could halt his advance.

The Qiong Qi Ninth Prince panicked, stumbling back on the jade chariot, sensing the stench of death. Ye Chen's strength was terrifying.

"Faster! Speed up!" He too cowered, screaming hoarsely and urging the Qiong Qi to drive the chariot faster, fearing Ye Chen would catch up. That killing god was too dreadful.

The Qiong Qi accelerated wildly, but Ye Chen's speed was unmatched, like a phantom shadowing them, impossible to shake off.

They had no heart for battle, but Ye Chen was different—chasing, striking, killing, and destroying without pause, a true god of slaughter.

It was a stark irony: a mighty primeval race with nearly ten thousand Qiong Qi, including Saint Kings and Great Saints, reduced to fleeing from a single Saint. It left one sighing in disbelief.

The vast starry skies grew lively from their pursuit and flight, accompanied by blood, bones, and thunderous booms.

Such a commotion inevitably drew attention from all sides. Passing refugees, reclusive cultivators, and powerful figures from nearby stars gathered in droves, forming a dark ocean of onlookers.

Upon seeing the sight, they all froze, eyes wide in astonishment, expressions a mix of shock and disbelief.

"Did I see that right?" a young cultivator stammered. "Nearly ten thousand Qiong Qi, chased by a single Saint?"

"That masked white-haired youth—who is he? Is he really that formidable?" Many swallowed hard. "This is the first time we've seen such a scene since the primeval races were unsealed."

"He's concealed his true appearance and bloodline with secret techniques; can't pierce his origin." An old man in white robes frowned. "Which clan's prodigy is this?"

"Could it be Chen Ye?" a female cultivator whispered, her eyes shimmering with admiration. Women always favored heroes.

Her words made the surrounding cultivators exchange glances, as if finding confirmation in each other's eyes.

In recent times, no one was more renowned than Chen Ye. His identity was a mystery, yet he specifically targeted the primeval races. Who else would dare chase down Qiong Qi so brazenly? Across all heavens, it had to be him.

As they watched, the cultivators grew excited, convinced it was Chen Ye without a doubt, raising no questions.

"Let's go check it out." The white-robed old man led the way, hurrying after Ye Chen, his aged heart pounding with thrill.

Behind him, waves of human cultivators followed, laughing with unrestrained joy.

Some even pulled out memory crystals to record the scene, so they could share it with their fellow human cultivators slain by the Qiong Qi, letting them see just how miserably the Qiong Qi were being hunted.

More and more human cultivators arrived, in groups of three or five, to witness this historic moment.

Many young cultivators were fired up, their blood boiling. If not for their elders holding them back, they would have charged in themselves.

"Blood debts must be repaid in blood." Across a stretch of space, Ye Chen's furious roar echoed through the vast star domain, fueled by immense grudge and hatred. He had killed countless Qiong Qi, his body drenched in their blood, eyes red with rage.

"Faster, even faster!" The Qiong Qi Ninth Prince was still howling, no longer acting superior, like a stray dog on the run.

"Stay right there!" Ye Chen closed in, first using shrinking the ground into inches to dive into the Qiong Qi ranks, then shifting heaven and earth to swap positions repeatedly. Finally, he boarded the massive jade chariot.

"Destroy him for me!" The Great Saint Qiong Qi guarding the chariot snarled viciously, steeling themselves to attack.

"Get lost." Ye Chen didn't dodge or defend; he let a Qiong Qi pierce his chest but thrust his spear in return, nailing it dead.

More Great Saint Qiong Qi swarmed him, and those from the outskirts climbed aboard, trying to overwhelm him together.

A fierce battle erupted on the jade chariot, with Ye Chen facing off against over a dozen Great Saints alone, dominating the fight.

Great Saints meant nothing if they hadn't reached Zhun Di—they were still outmatched. Blood sprayed everywhere, soaking the massive chariot. In just three instants, the chariot exploded.

The Qiong Qi Ninth Prince was flung out; without his secret artifact for protection, he would have been reduced to blood mist. Even so, he was in a pitiful state, his body a mangled mess of blood and bones.

Ye Chen didn't linger; enduring the Great Saints' assaults, he charged straight for the Ninth Prince. The Qiong Qi clan's Ninth Prince was a valuable target—to kill him was one thing, and it might even yield some spoils.

Seeing this, the Qiong Qi Ninth Prince was filled with terror, fleeing desperately and activating a teleportation platform to escape.

"Not so fast." Ye Chen swept his palm, collapsing the surrounding space and forcing the fleeing Ninth Prince back out. Already battered, he nearly disintegrated on the spot.

"Hand over your life." Ye Chen instantly closed in, swinging his spear with devastating force, enough to obliterate him.

"No! No!" The Qiong Qi Ninth Prince's eyes bulged, pupils contracting in horror, his body trembling as if half-submerged in hell, never to be reborn.

But in that instant, a brilliant immortal light shot from one side, striking Ye Chen's spear dead-on.

Ye Chen was knocked back, staggering as his arm exploded, bones shattering and blood spurting from his mouth in torrents.

"Zhun Di?" The onlookers turned toward the source. Whoever could repel Ye Chen and save the Qiong Qi Ninth Prince had to be a Zhun Di, and not just any ordinary one.

Under everyone's gaze, a purple-robed old man appeared, striding through the void with an air of immortality, his demeanor elegant and refined, like a true immortal. His Dao essence was perfectly harmonious, at the peak of Zhun Di.

"A human cultivator?" The spectators were stunned, realizing the purple-robed old man wasn't from the primeval races but from the heavens' human side.

"Shang Shan Zhen Ren." The older cultivators inhaled sharply, recognizing him as a renowned powerhouse who shook the eight wastelands and commanded respect in the stars.

"Why is this happening? He's slaughtered so many human cultivators, and now Shang Shan Zhen Ren, a human himself, is saving him?"

"And he even gravely injured Chen Ye." Many young cultivators were baffled and outraged, clenching their fists until they bled, their eyes reddening in anger for Ye Chen and their people.

"He's long since aligned with the primeval races." The elders revealed the secret, their eyes flashing with cold light. "As a Zhun Di, he hid during the heavenly demon invasion and did nothing. After the primeval races were unsealed, he's done plenty to aid their tyranny."

"Despicable." The human cultivators were furious, once revering such a strong figure, but now chilled by his spinelessness.

"Save me, Zhen Ren!" Amid the outrage, the Qiong Qi Ninth Prince stumbled over, hiding behind Shang Shan Zhen Ren, with the other Qiong Qi swarming in behind him.

"With this old one here, the prince will be safe." Shang Shan Zhen Ren stroked his beard and spoke calmly, exuding an air of seniority.

"Kill! Come kill me!" With Shang Shan Zhen Ren's protection, the Qiong Qi Ninth Prince regained his confidence, laughing wildly at Ye Chen, his face as vicious as a demon's.

Opposite him, Ye Chen staggered to his feet, still coughing up blood, but his expression remained calm as he looked at Shang Shan Zhen Ren. "Senior, interfering in others' karma will bring retribution."

"Unknown to you, one should show mercy where possible. Young friend, your killing intent is too heavy; you'll never achieve true enlightenment." Shang Shan Zhen Ren replied leisurely.