Chapter 1785: Where Is This

In Zhan Luo, the Xi Mo Jing Tu had been reduced to ruins, a scene of utter devastation with no intact mountains or clean rivers in sight, all stained with gunpowder and rivers of blood.

The human cultivators had departed, and the Honghuang eight clans had each led their troops away.

From their expressions, one could see that their faces had shifted from sinister grins to ferocious scowls. Although Chen Ye had been executed, they had suffered heavy losses themselves, with their numbers dropping from nearly ten million to less than five million.

First came the internal battles among the eight clans, followed by the heavenly tribulations of the Honghuang eight emperors, resulting in countless clan members perishing, including many Saint Kings and Great Saints.

Adding to that the earlier conflicts in the Xuan Huang Star Sea, the Honghuang clans had been utterly defeated. What was there to celebrate? Exchanging one person for so many lives meant they had lost big time.

In particular, the Qiong Qi clan had three Zhundi captured on the star sea, most likely vanishing along with Chen Ye's death.

Taotie Zhundi snorted coldly, "The various heavens are too peaceful."

The Zhundi of the seven clans also snarled coldly, their voices cruel and bloodthirsty, "Unite with other clans and ignite the flames of war again, letting fresh blood stain the starry sky."

With those words, transmission domain gates were erected one after another, as the Zhundi of each clan led their teams straight out of Xi Mo.

Without ancient city teleportation arrays, they couldn't just fly away.

Only after their departure did the Xi Mo lands truly fall silent. Amid the howling winds, one could still hear wails—some from the Xi Mo Buddhas and some from the Honghuang clan members.

In the spatial black hole, which was eerily quiet and desolate, Ye Chen sat cross-legged.

His body was drenched in blood, without a single intact patch of skin or unbroken bone. The imperial Dao killing intent rampaged within him, intent on devouring him in the darkness.

Every wound on his body was entwined with imperial Dao laws, dissipating his vital energy and preventing the injuries from healing.

He had triumphed in a one-against-eight battle with the emperors, but it was a pyrrhic victory, nearly costing him his life, with devastating hidden injuries.

Yet his feats were dazzling, creating a new legend by battling eight Honghuang emperors of the same level with such dominance.

"Suppress it for me," Ye Chen roared inwardly, gritting his teeth as he mobilized his origin and bloodline to gradually erase the killing intent.

Blood continued to flow from his mouth, even laced with threads of lightning. His entire body was enveloped in imperial sha qi and killing intent.

Inside the furnace, Xi Zun and the other two stared intently, unsure how to help, so they could only pray silently, hoping Ye Chen would endure.

Having survived a destructive battle, Ye Chen was already fortunate to be alive. Only by overcoming this trial could he truly achieve nirvana.

Time passed second by second, and Ye Chen's pale face gained a hint of color. The surging killing intent had weakened considerably, while the imperial sha qi had grown much thicker.

Looking at his battered sacred body, the bloody gashes had begun to heal, with brilliant golden light covering his surface as his sacred body qi and blood revived.

Only then did Xi Zun and the others breathe a sigh of relief. Ye Chen had passed the most difficult phase; recovery was now just a matter of time.

"What's next is just waiting," Kui Niu said, flask in hand, glancing at the Honghuang clan members sealed nearby.

Li Changsheng cursed,"What are you all staring at? My boss isn't going to die. Even the Honghuang eight emperors couldn't destroy the ancient sacred body."

Those Honghuang clan members had bloodshot eyes, their faces twisted yet pale, even tinged with fear.

In the furnace, they had witnessed firsthand how Ye Chen annihilated the Honghuang eight emperors and evaded the imperial Dao killing strikes. His methods filled them with dread.

Ironically, the Honghuang eight clans all believed Ye Chen was dead, and they would surely pay a bloody price for it one day.

In the shadows, it seemed they could already foresee mountains of corpses and seas of blood among the Honghuang, with Ye Chen as the one who would pile them up.

"Speaking of which, where exactly is this place?" Li Changsheng withdrew his gaze, peering out from the furnace mouth into the pitch-black void.

"It should be a spatial black hole," Xi Zun said, taking a deep breath.

"Most likely a divine ability from the Samsara Eye," Kui Niu pondered. "It's similar to the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Wheel Eye."

"It can casually summon black holes like this," Li Changsheng clicked his tongue in amazement, his eyes gleaming brightly. "Boss's divine ability is insane."

"This pitch-black emptiness is a bit creepy," Kui Niu coughed dryly. Even inside the bronze furnace, he still felt a chill all over, as if a pair of eyes were watching him.

It wasn't just him; Xi Zun and Li Changsheng felt the same.

This was their first time in a spatial black hole—utterly devoid of light, deeply silent and desolate, without a single sound. Stay here too long, and anyone would go mad.

Little did they know, in this very dark and endless black hole, Ye Chen had once wandered alone for a hundred years. That kind of solitude was something ordinary people could never comprehend.

The black hole fell into prolonged calm, with Ye Chen focused on healing and Kui Niu and the others busy stewing meat soup.

Everything proceeded orderly in the silence.

While the black hole was peaceful, the outside world was buzzing with activity.

The Honghuang eight clans had left Xi Mo only three days earlier but were already causing chaos in Zhongzhou. At the foot of the Zhutian Mountains, they set up a massive battle platform, over ten thousand feet wide, with Honghuang banners planted on it.

On one side of the platform stood rows of cold copper pillars, each chained with blood-soaked individuals—all human cultivators.

The area around the platform was packed with figures, over eighty percent of whom were human cultivators, including elders and juniors, crowding the skies and covering the ground like a dark tide.

A mocking voice, amplified by secret techniques, echoed infinitely, spreading across all of Xuan Huang:"You ants of the various heavens, come and fight."

The speaker was the ninth prince of the Tao Wu clan, lounging casually on a chair, idly twirling a ring on his thumb.

He wasn't alone; other Honghuang princes, such as the ninth prince of the Teng She clan and the ninth prince of the Qiu Yu clan, were there too—all of noble status, numbering over a thousand.

Their purpose in setting up the battle platform was clear: to lure the younger generation of the various heavens into battle, complete with wagers.

"Damn it." Many human cultivators had arrived, including young juniors, and seeing the bloody scene, they were filled with rage. The Honghuang great clans were growing increasingly brazen.

The ninth prince of the Teng She clan sneered sinisterly, slowly rising to stand on the platform and surveying all directions."Win, and we'll release them. Lose, and we'll kill them."

"Bastards." A young man below the platform roared in fury, leaping onto it. He was a quasi-Saint King level expert, bare-chested with muscles like coiling dragons, lightning tearing through the air, his eyes sharp and aura fierce. He clearly carried barbarian clan bloodline—a bold and hearty junior.

"Overestimating yourself," the ninth prince of the Teng She clan said with a mocking smile, his eyes playful and cruel.

"Take my axe!" the barbarian youth bellowed, stepping into the void and swinging his battle axe with both hands gripped tightly, cleaving the sky with overwhelming power.

The ninth prince of the Teng She clan chuckled mockingly, casually raising his hand to erase the attack. The barbarian youth's axe shattered instantly, and he was sent flying. Before he could stop, the prince was upon him, a dark finger strike piercing his brow and extinguishing his primordial spirit and true form.

Instant kill—one finger for an instant kill. The barbarian youth died on the spot, his sturdy body turning to blood mist that stained the platform.

"Who else?" The ninth prince of the Teng She clan licked the fresh blood from his fingertip, his tongue a vivid red, smiling with utter satisfaction.

"Damn it." From one corner of the crowd, the young Ape Emperor tried to charge onto the platform but was held back by his elder.

"Third Uncle, you can stop me for a moment, but not forever!" the young Ape Emperor snorted coldly, his fiery eyes shooting divine light, as if spewing flames. "Our ancestor, the Dou Zhan Sheng Huang, lived a life of unyielding strength. How could his descendants be cowards?"

"Even if you fight, wait until your injuries heal," the Holy Ape Third Uncle said flatly. "I won't stop you then."

"Dad, let me go! I'll kick that dog to death." Elsewhere, Long Jie also tried to rush up but was restrained by the Dragon Emperor. He knew it was suicide, yet he still wanted to go.

It wasn't just them; figures like the Wu Clan divine child and Nan Di were also held back by their elders. Going up now would mean certain death.

"Has the various heavens run out of people?" Seeing no one step onto the platform, the ninth prince of the Teng She clan laughed, baring his gleaming fangs. "You lowly ants are truly boring."

"Damn it." The young cultivators below had eyes red with anger, their fists clenched so tightly they bled, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"If the sacred body were still here, if Chen Ye were still alive, how could our various heavens be this weak?" The elders sighed helplessly, their voices laced with sorrow.

It was undeniable that the various heavens' elders were absolutely suppressed, and even their prodigies couldn't hold their heads high.

"You ants, you lowly ants." The ninth prince of the Teng She clan laughed wildly and without restraint, as the human cultivators chained to the copper pillars were exterminated one by one, their screams of agony piercing the air.