Chapter 1788: The War of All Heavens

In the early morning of Da Chu, all was peaceful and serene, with the magnificent mountains and rivers in their splendor, and dew on the leaves sparkling crystal clear in the sunlight.

However, this tranquility was shattered by a wolf's howl, startling everyone in Da Chu.

The sound came from Tianxuan Men, more precisely from that fellow Ren Wang, whose shout carried an air of royal arrogance.

Jiu Huang was alarmed, as were Jian Shen and Donghuang Tai Xin, and they all rushed over to find Ren Wang squatting on the altar, clutching a Bagua disk and grinning with wild excitement.

"You must be sick! Why are you howling so early in the morning?"

Donghuang Tai Xin had a face full of black lines. She had been enjoying breakfast with her beloved Jian Fei Dao in a warm moment, but Ren Wang's shout ruined it all, leaving her with an urge to punch someone.

"Sheng Ti, Huang Gu Sheng Ti—he's the Huang Gu Sheng Ti."

Ren Wang leaped down from the altar like a madman, jumping around erratically, his words incoherent one moment and bursts of laughter the next, acting like a complete fool.

"Huang Gu Sheng Ti? What on earth is Huang Gu Sheng Ti?"

Everyone was baffled, completely unable to make sense of what Ren Wang was going on about.

"Chen Ye—that Chen Ye is of the Huang Gu Sheng Ti bloodline."

Ren Wang burst into laughter and finally calmed down.

"Impossible! How can there be two Sheng Ti in one era?"

Zhan Wang furrowed his brow, and no one present believed it.

"What if you reverse the name Chen Ye?" Ren Wang smiled mysteriously, winking and gesturing at the crowd.

"Reverse it?"

All the quasi-emperors exchanged puzzled glances.

In the next instant, their eyes lit up brilliantly. Reversing Chen Ye made it Ye Chen!

Immediately, all the quasi-emperors turned their gazes to Ren Wang, staring intently, their bodies tense with anticipation for a confirmed answer from him.

"Ye Chen has returned."

Ren Wang's words were deep and profound.

"Is it really him?"

Zhan Wang stepped forward abruptly, grabbing Ren Wang's shoulders with considerable force.

"Yes, yes, it is!"

Ren Wang grimaced in pain, his shoulders cracking under the grip, his bones feeling like they were shattering.

"Chen Ye, Ye Chen—how did we not think of that?"

Di Lao slapped his forehead, his expression a mix of amazement and regret.

"He's escaped, it's escaped!"

Before the quasi-emperors could fully rejoice, shouts erupted from outside.

Tian Lao activated a water screen, revealing a streak of immortal light flying out from Hengyue Sect, breaking through the illusion and heading straight for Xuan Huang.

Upon closer inspection, it was a massive, ancient cauldron—plain and natural in appearance. Wasn't it Ye Chen's Chaos Cauldron? It had flown out of Da Chu on its own.

"Let's go."

Chu Huang's voice rang out firmly as he stepped out of Tianxuan Men.

The other emperors, Jian Shen, Donghuang Tai Xin, and all the quasi-emperors of Tianxuan Men followed, chasing after Ye Chen's Chaos Cauldron toward Xuan Huang Continent.

At that moment, their minds raced with realization. Now they understood why the Chaos Cauldron had been acting strangely lately and why Ren Wang couldn't divine Chen Ye's identity.

Everything made sense now. The Chaos Cauldron must have sensed its master's presence, and Ren Wang couldn't figure it out because Ye Chen had concealed his identity with the Zhoutian formation.

He's alive—Ye Chen is still alive. He's finally back.

Even the quasi-emperors, with their steady temperaments, were moved to tears, all their doubts dispelled.

In Zhongzhou of Xuan Huang, at Zhutian Mountain, the area was packed with people, a dense crowd shrouded in a thick aura of blood.

The massive war platform still stood, as did the many princes of the Hong Huang great clans, and the human cultivators chained to the copper pillars, their bodies bloodied and the scene heart-wrenching.

The platform was stained red with the blood of the younger generation.

In the past half month, too many hot-blooded young prodigies had charged onto the platform, only to be slaughtered without exception.

And today would be even more intense than the previous half month.

For today, the crown prince of the Dou Zhan Sheng Yuan clan was going to fight.

Ancient races, Nan Yu royal clans, Dong Huang's major sects, Zhongzhou's great factions, and Bei Yue's Jiuli clan had all arrived.

In addition, great figures like Yao Chi Xian Mu, Feng Huang, Dong Hua Qi Zi, Tun Tian Mo Zun, and Jiu Xiao Zhen Ren were present, all to witness this deadly battle.

"After your fight, it'll be my turn."

Long Jie had come too, clapping Xiao Yuan Huang on the shoulder with a carefree laugh.

"Let's make it a good fight."

It wasn't just Long Jie—Wu Clan Shen Zi, Nan Di, Zhong Huang, and Bei Sheng had all shown up.

Even the mischievous Xiao Jiu Xian had donned battle armor, like a female general at her peak, ready to settle things with the Hong Huang princes today.

Xiao Yuan Huang smiled, slowly turning back to look at Sheng Yuan Huang, then knelt with a thud.

"Father, I'm going."

This kneel was his last. Once he stepped onto the platform, he wouldn't return, but he had to go anyway.

"The Sheng Yuan lineage has no cowards."

Sheng Yuan Huang's words were resolute, his back straight as a mountain, his body tough as rock, his fiery golden eyes blazing with divine light as he surveyed all directions.

Even knowing his child was heading to his death, he didn't stop him. For they were the inheritors of the emperor's path, and their ancestor, Dou Zhan Sheng Huang, had lived a life of unyielding defiance.

As descendants, how could they tarnish their forebear's glory? Even in death, it would be a warrior's end, not a cowardly survival.

Not only did he not stop him, but no one from the Dou Zhan Sheng Yuan clan tried to either. Xiao Yuan Huang was their crown prince, bearing the glory of their ancestors, and he couldn't retreat.

Moreover, the entire Sheng Yuan clan was present today. After Xiao Yuan Huang, they would wage war against the Hong Huang.

Perhaps after today, the Sheng Yuan clan would vanish from the world, their emperor's path inheritance completely severed.

This was the Dou Zhan Sheng Yuan clan—fiercely unyielding.

The human cultivators around watched with deep emotion. For the sake of their ancestors' glory, this clan was going to war, even if it meant extinction.

Xiao Yuan Huang wasn't new to such platforms.

Two years ago, at the base of Zhutian Mountain, there had been a similar platform. That battle had claimed too many young talents from Xuan Huang, including Kui Niu, Bei Ming Yu, and Chuan Shan Jia.

They were Xiao Yuan Huang's sworn brothers, known to all in Xuan Huang. Of the seven, only he remained.

So, he carried not only his ancestors' glory but also his brothers' blood debts and an unending feud.

"How touching!"

The Hong Huang clan princes on the platform sneered, lounging in their seats with mocking amusement, clearly enjoying the scene below.

Xiao Yuan Huang snorted coldly and turned abruptly, gripping his Wu Jin iron staff. His golden fur stood on end like steel needles, each strand entwined with threads of lightning. His domineering aura surged wildly, and his fiery golden eyes blazed with brilliant light.

"Overestimating yourself."

Tao Wu Jiu Huang Zi chuckled sinisterly and stood up.

"Battle!"

Xiao Yuan Huang roared and swung his staff downward with overwhelming force, as if it could shatter a hundred thousand miles of mountains.

Tao Wu Jiu Huang Zi sneered and stepped forward to meet it bare-handed.

The staff clashed with his palm, exploding with a thunderous boom that shattered the space.

When they pulled back, Tao Wu Jiu Huang Zi stood firm like a mountain, while Xiao Yuan Huang staggered backward. Each step cracked the platform, and his Wu Jin iron staff hummed and vibrated, his arms torn and exposing gleaming bones.

This exchange was a clear defeat, his bloodline utterly suppressed. Xiao Yuan Huang had no advantage against Tao Wu.

After all, not everyone was as monstrously powerful as Ye Chen.

"Kill!"

Xiao Yuan Huang burned his vital essence and blood, swinging his staff again in a display of unmatched dominance.

"You're far from it."

Tao Wu Jiu Huang Zi smiled eerily, his form like a ghost as he dodged effortlessly and thrust a finger of divine light into Xiao Yuan Huang's chest, piercing a gruesome bloody hole.

Xiao Yuan Huang swept his staff horizontally, collapsing swaths of space.

The battle erupted, shaking the heavens with thunderous roars. One Sheng Yuan prince against one Tao Wu prince, fighting across the sky as blood rained down—but it was all Xiao Yuan Huang's, starkly vivid.

In contrast, Tao Wu moved with ease and composure through the nine heavens, completely dominating Xiao Yuan Huang despite being the same level. Every strike left Xiao Yuan Huang bleeding in the void.

After just over a dozen exchanges, Xiao Yuan Huang was covered in blood and bones, fighting madly but still outmatched.

"Ah, what a pity for Xiao Yuan Huang."

Jiang Tai Xu sighed, his Xian Lun eyes seeing it all too clearly. Xiao Yuan Huang and Tao Wu weren't even in the same league.

"At this rate, Xiao Yuan Huang won't last a hundred rounds."

Chi Yang Zi shook his head quietly.

"Tao Wu is too strong."

"With Ye Chen dead and Chen Ye gone, do we in Zhutian World have no one to hold the line? It's truly desolate!"

An elderly quasi-emperor sighed, unable to bear watching any longer.

"If Xiao Yuan Huang falls, the Sheng Yuan clan will surely go to war with Hong Huang."

Tun Tian Mo Zun spoke from the abyss.

"The chaos from two years ago will continue, with flames of war spreading across all domains and Zhutian."

"Ye Chen, if only you were still here!"

Long Jie and the others watched with red eyes. Every time Xiao Yuan Huang bled, their fists clenched tighter, blood dripping from between their fingers.

The Dou Zhan Sheng Yuan clan members, however, were calmer than expected, watching quietly—but the calmer they were, the more terrifying it became. If Xiao Yuan Huang died, a world-shaking war was inevitable.

"This is exactly what we want—war."

The Hong Huang quasi-emperors hidden in the shadows grinned maliciously. If the Sheng Yuan clan started the conflict, Hong Huang wouldn't mind flattening all of Zhutian.

"He's defeated."

Jiu Xiao Zhen Ren sighed.

As he spoke, Xiao Yuan Huang plummeted from the sky, his entire body dimming with immortal light.

With a massive boom, he crashed onto the platform, creating a deep pit filled with blood.

"How boring."

Tao Wu Jiu Huang Zi descended as well, his robes stained with blood—but it was all Xiao Yuan Huang's.

Xiao Yuan Huang crawled out of the pit, swaying unsteadily, his body covered in wounds. More than a dozen chest bones were shattered, his spine cracked, and through the gashes, his muscles and bones were visible. Fresh blood flowed, soaking the crimson platform.

Even the Wu Jin iron staff in his hand had broken.

It was a scene of utter misery. His once brilliant fiery golden eyes were now dull, his vital energy depleted, and his protective immortal light dissipated—he was at his limit.

"I hear Kui Niu was your big brother."

Tao Wu Jiu Huang Zi sneered.

"What a coincidence—he was killed by me too. But soon, you two can reunite in the underworld."

Xiao Yuan Huang said nothing, but tears streamed down his face. From a fiercely proud lineage, he wept, hating his own inadequacy.

Of his seven sworn brothers, half had died at Hong Huang's hands, and now, as the last one, he couldn't avenge them.

This defeat shamed his ancestors and his brothers. He had given his all, fighting to the brink of death, but still lost.

"Ant."

Tao Wu Jiu Huang Zi laughed darkly and pressed down with a palm. This strike would surely kill Xiao Yuan Huang.

At the sight, everyone in Zhutian closed their eyes, unable to watch. Such absolute power left even hot blood unable to turn the tide.

"My son, go ahead—your father and clan will follow soon."

Sheng Yuan Huang bellowed, with no intention of rescuing him. The entire clan drew their iron staffs, ready for war, their domineering aura surging and making the heavens rumble.

Ah!

Xiao Yuan Huang roared in anguish, gripping his broken staff and dragging his battered body toward Tao Wu Jiu Huang Zi. Tears of blood streaked his face—this was his final charge.

But at that moment, a golden light descended from the sky, pulling Xiao Yuan Huang behind it. A golden fist clenched and shattered Tao Wu's palm strike.

"You rest. I'll take over."

Ye Chen had arrived, masked and with black hair flying. His words were calm, yet they echoed like ancient thunder across the seas and lands, making the heavens tremble.