Chapter 1765: The Great Emperor's Manifestation?

Above the Xinghai, the rumbling sounds faded away, leaving only the warships of the six races surrounding a stretch of sea, constantly casting fishing nets. This scene was truly pleasing to the eye for those who knew they were searching for Ye Chen, but for the unaware, it looked like they were teaming up for fishing.

The awkward part was that net after net was thrown, pulling up plenty of warship fragments, but there was no sign of Ye Chen.

"Looks like he was blasted into a blood mist." Shang Shan said indifferently, though he was diligently searching inch by inch.

"With a Zhundi weapon protecting him, he's not that easy to kill." Qiong Qi Zhundi snorted coldly, his face twisted in anger.

No sooner had he spoken than a loud boom erupted from behind, making the members of the six races turn their heads. They saw a Saint King-level warship from the Taotie race shatter and sink into the Xinghai.

The warship's destruction seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with nearby vessels exploding one after another.

In just three breaths, over a dozen warships were destroyed, and their crews plunged into the sea, flailing desperately. Already, more than a dozen Saint Kings had drowned.

"How could this happen?" Taotie Zhundi growled, snatching a telescope to look. The distance was too great, so even as a Zhundi, he needed a specially refined viewing mirror to see clearly.

It wasn't just him—the Zhundi from the other five races were also watching, but all they could see were warships exploding one by one.

"Damn it!" The Zhundi of the six races roared in fury and charged toward the scene.

"Take down another one." In the Xinghai, Ye Chen clenched his golden fist, enhanced by the Zhundi weapon, and punched through the bottom of a Great Saint-level warship, splitting it in two.

The people on the warship had no idea what hit them as they fell into the sea, their powers restrained, leaving them thrashing in the water.

Ye Chen didn't stop, darting around as each place he reached resulted in another warship being destroyed. The spectacle was magnificent.

"What in the world is going on?" The human cultivators from all sides stared in disbelief, witnessing the clear scene: without any warning, warships exploded one after another in rapid succession.

"Someone's down there, in the sea!" A Great Saint from the Teng She race shouted, realizing the truth—that someone was attacking from beneath the sea.

The next second, the warship where that Teng She Great Saint stood shattered into pieces, sending everyone on board tumbling into the sea. The weaker ones turned to ash on the spot, not even getting a chance to scream.

"How is this possible?" The human cultivators were shocked, and so were the six Honghuang races. The Xinghai restrained powers, allowing Zhundi to fly above but binding them once they entered the water.

Now, someone was striking from the sea bottom, unaffected by the Xinghai's restraints and still able to use secret techniques and divine powers. This was shocking.

The question arose: Who was attacking from the sea? An outsider or a native spirit of the Xinghai?

"Could it be that Xuan Gu Da Di is manifesting? He's punishing the Honghuang races for their chaos?" A human cultivator suggested.

"Don't say it, but that might actually be possible." The cultivators from all sides lit up with excitement. If it was indeed an emperor manifesting, things would get lively.

"Disturbing this emperor's peace, you all deserve to die." Amid the discussions, massive waves surged in the Xinghai, and a cold, majestic voice echoed, ethereal and desolate, spreading across the entire sea.

This voice, of course, came from Ye Chen, his purpose being to confuse and mislead the six Honghuang races.

His words sent shockwaves through the human cultivators, who trembled and knelt in droves on the decks, shouting at the top of their lungs,

"Our human race's great emperor has manifested! Our human race's great emperor has manifested!"

This outcry made the Honghuang six races uneasy, with some of the dimmer minds actually believing it. If the human race had a great emperor alive, the Honghuang races would be in serious trouble.

Ye Chen's deception worked beautifully, truly stirring chaos and fear among the Honghuang.

"Xuan Gu has long since perished—where's this emperor coming from?" The six races' Zhundi thundered, their Zhundi-level insight piercing through the ruse; they could tell someone was using Xuan Gu Da Di's name to cause trouble.

"Turn the formations and bombard the sea bottom." Shang Shan stepped forward to show off, standing in the sky with his voice booming across all directions.

He only dared to strut in the air, not venturing into the sea. Though Zhundi weren't bound by the Xinghai, entering it would suppress them all the same.

To his embarrassment, his command held no weight—no one listened. Who did he think he was, ordering the Honghuang races around? He was getting too full of himself.

It was pure irony, and the human cultivators from all sides couldn't help but want to laugh.

This was the human race's Zhundi at his peak—relying on the Honghuang races, thinking he had influence, only to be slapped by reality. He was nothing, just a dog of the Honghuang.

"Turn the formations and bombard the sea bottom." The six races' Zhundi gave the order, and theirs carried real authority—unlike Shang Shan's.

Immediately, the several thousand warships redirected their formations toward the sea bottom, firing blindly since they didn't know the attacker's location.

"Clever me—you won't hit me." In the Xinghai, Ye Chen moved with agility, dodging the bursts of formation light while throwing punch after punch, sinking warship after warship.

"Treasures, grab the treasures!" Kui Niu shouted excitedly.

"Meat, don't forget the meat!" Li Changsheng howled.

"Don't worry, I won't miss any." Ye Chen laughed, manifesting a golden hand to scoop up the Honghuang race members who had fallen into the sea, dragging them into his bronze furnace in batches. Many had already drowned, and even those who hadn't were wiped out with a single palm strike—he collected anyone he saw.

"This is great." Kui Niu and Li Changsheng chuckled slyly.

The two got to work, dividing tasks: one collected treasures, the other gathered bodies, moving with impressive speed.

As they busied themselves, Ye Chen stayed focused, darting through the sea like a ghost, his movements erratic—strike and vanish, making it impossible for the six races' Zhundi to track him.

The six races' warships suffered greatly; they were destroyed, and their crews fell into the Xinghai, only to be collected by Ye Chen before anyone could rescue them.

"This is exhilarating." The human cultivators were thrilled, with many pulling out memory crystals to record the scene—it was rare and not to be missed.

"Damn it!" The six races' Zhundi bellowed in rage, flying above the Xinghai and launching attacks, but to their frustration, they couldn't land a single hit on Ye Chen. Instead, their own warships were destroyed, and what angered them most was not knowing who their enemy was.

"Spread out and sail out of the Xinghai." Growing desperate, the six races' Zhundi issued the command. If they kept this up, not a single warship would escape, and most of their people would be wiped out.

The six races obeyed, firing at the sea bottom while maneuvering their warships to flee. Once they left the Xuan Huang Xinghai, the restraints would lift, and they wouldn't be sitting ducks anymore.

"Run? Where do you think you're going?" The six races fled quickly, but Ye Chen pursued even faster. Whenever he caught up, he didn't waste words—just swung his fists, targeting any warship regardless of affiliation.

The Xinghai grew lively again, with speeding warships suddenly sinking mid-escape, sending groups of people into the sea, crying out for help.

"Don't touch that divine mirror—leave it for me." Ye Chen swept a pile of treasures into the furnace but still remembered to specify. It was a Qi Lin race Great Saint's life-bound weapon, forged from divine iron, but more importantly, it was inscribed with Dun Jia heavenly characters—that's what Ye Chen wanted.

"Relax, I've got it covered." Kui Niu flashed an OK gesture, collecting treasures until his hands ached, laughing all the while.

Ye Chen smiled and continued chasing the warships, popping pills nonstop to replenish his energy and maintain peak combat strength.

"Disturbing this emperor's peace, you all deserve to die." In the midst of the battle, he suddenly heard this voice and froze.

It wasn't just him—Kui Niu and Li Changsheng were stunned too, because this ethereal voice wasn't from Ye Chen.

"In the Xinghai, is there someone else whose powers aren't restrained?" The two scratched their heads, glancing at Ye Chen with odd expressions.

Ye Chen said nothing, his expression just as strange, as he looked toward a section of the Xinghai. In that direction, the Teng She race's warships were exploding and sinking one by one in a grand display.

Do I have an ally? Ye Chen scratched his head in confusion. Or is it really Xuan Gu Da Di manifesting?

The people outside were also baffled—attacks were coming from two directions, meaning at least two individuals in the Xuan Hai Xinghai were unaffected by its restraints. This was getting weird.

"Go, sail out of the Xinghai." The six Zhundi roared in unison. Today's battle had been completely unexpected, and the Xinghai was far too strange—they couldn't stay any longer, or the consequences would be dire.

Beneath the Xinghai, Ye Chen moved, bombarding warships while heading toward that area to see who was responsible.

Soon, he spotted a person: a young man in purple robes, his clothes disheveled, a wine gourd at his waist. His cultivation wasn't high—just a Saint—but he carried multiple Zhundi weapons inside him, granting him terrifying combat strength.

"Disturbing this emperor's peace, you all deserve to die." The purple-robed youth howled while swinging his sword, fierce and bold.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and used Shrink the Ground to an Inch to appear at his side, stroking his chin as he sized up the youth.

"Who are you?"

"Just call me Tian Shuo." The purple-robed youth replied casually before chasing another warship and slicing it in half with his sword. He was quick on his feet and didn't forget to collect treasures and Honghuang bodies.

Ye Chen followed, narrowing his eyes as he probed Tian Shuo's origins, wondering why he wasn't restrained.

As he examined, his brows furrowed. Tian Shuo's origins bore some resemblance to the Xuan Huang Xinghai's essence, suggesting a connection to Xuan Gu Da Di.

"Dare I ask, fellow daoist, what is your relation to Xuan Gu Da Di?" Ye Chen caught up and couldn't help asking.

"I am the son of Xuan Gu." Tian Shuo tucked his hair back.

"Damn, an emperor's lineage!" Kui Niu exclaimed.

"This calls for paying respects." Li Changsheng was even more dramatic, pulling out three sticks of incense, placing them in a censer, and starting to bow.

"Xuan Gu Da Di actually has a descendant alive." Ye Chen was equally astonished. "No wonder he's not bound by the Xuan Huang Xinghai— as the emperor's own son, how could he not have special privileges?"

" Kid, he's a tribulation survivor." Kui Niu sent a message.

"A Zhundi peak, entering the world for tribulation." Ye Chen pondered. "There's a lingering seal in his body; he must have self-sealed eons ago and only recently broke free, similar to Jiu Chen's situation."