Chapter 1800

With that reversal, everyone's eyes lit up with divine light. Reversing Chen Ye—wasn't that exactly Ye Chen?

Ye Chen was more than just a name; it was a legend, a myth, an immortal symbol.

The heavens fell silent, with no one speaking, as all held their breath. Countless eyes collectively fixed on Ye Chen.

Under the gaze of thousands, the Gui Ming mask on Ye Chen's face cracked inch by inch, turning to dust in the wind.

A face etched with the marks of time gradually revealed itself to the world, its features as sharp and defined as in his previous life.

An aura known as the Huang Gu Sheng Ti emanated from his body, every thread dazzling and every wisp radiant.

"Zhutian, it's been a long time."

Ye Chen smiled, his voice hoarse and filled with the weight of ages. That simple phrase spoke endless tales of reincarnation, and even his drifting hair was dusted with the passage of time.

"It's really him." Chi Yang Zi stared in a daze, feeling his mouth go dry and his head spin, as if it were all unreal.

"He's actually still alive." The old Lao Sou Zhun Di swallowed hard, his body inexplicably stiffening, his aged hands trembling.

"I should have thought of it earlier." Jiang Tai Xu smiled with nostalgia. Three hundred years ago, that little guy at the base of Heng Yue Mountain now stood on the battle platform like an eternal monument.

"Chen Ye, Ye Chen." Tun Tian Mo Zun gave a slight smile, his Zhun Di composure rippled by Ye Chen's presence.

"Ah." Feng Huang sighed, her eyes growing even more complex. The Feng Huang clan had been destroyed because of Ye Chen, a saga of karma filled with blood and tears, etched into memory.

"Old Seven is going to be a big star." Xiao Yuan Huang said with a meaningful tone.

"I think it's more reliable to find a place and swear brotherhood after this is over." Long Jie and the Wu Zu Shen Zi both stroked their chins, secretly plotting how to draw some blood from Ye Chen.

"And us." The Gu Zu and Ling Zu Shen Nv chuckled slyly.

"Ye Chen." Compared to them, Bei Sheng was more composed, her voice choking as her beautiful eyes filled with mist, forming frost in the blur. Even though she had long known his true identity, seeing that face made her heart melt—he was still the undefeated god of war who haunted her dreams.

"He's still so handsome." Xiao Jiu Xian giggled.

"You knew all along." Jiu Xiao Zhen Ren looked utterly astonished.

"I did." Xiao Jiu Xian's reply nearly made Jiu Xiao Zhen Ren explode. Knowing and not saying anything—was that fun?

It was fortunate Xiao Jiu Xian was a girl; if she were a boy, Jiu Xiao Zhen Ren might have dragged her off for a beating.

He couldn't bring himself to do it, but Sheng Yuan Huang and Cang Long Huang and the others had no such qualms, rolling up their sleeves in preparation.

Soon, the cries of Xiao Yuan Huang and the others echoed out. The elders were all fired up, and their hands showed no mercy.

"Is Chen Ye really Ye Chen?" The three elders of the Qi Cai Feng Huang clan stared at Tian Zhi with expressions full of drama.

"I only knew he was Chen Ye; I had no idea he was also Ye Chen."

"I... I didn't know either." Tian Zhi's expression was even more dramatic.

"Wasn't the Sheng Ti supposed to be dead? He fought to the death with the Tian Mo Yu Da Di and was buried in the stars, yet here he is in the world."

"Chen Ye and Ye Chen are the same person—equally astonishing, equally defying heaven. This is too shocking."

"No wonder, no wonder he could consecutively defeat the seven great Hong Huang clans, no wonder he could summon the Eight Emperors Heavenly Tribulation. The Sheng Ti has that qualification."

Discussions erupted everywhere, filling the heavens and earth.

Ye Chen still being alive was a surprise that caught everyone off guard, more exciting than his identity as Chen Ye.

"How is this possible?" In contrast to Zhutian, the brows of the Hong Huang clan furrowed, their expressions turning fiercely menacing.

The person on the stage was already Chen Ye, which was shocking enough, but now he revealed an even more terrifying identity.

Since their unsealing, the Hong Huang had heard the most about Sheng Ti Ye Chen, who had slain two Tian Mo Yu Da Di in his lifetime.

But they had clearly heard that Ye Chen had already died in the stars, so how could he be standing here alive? It was beyond belief.

"How is this possible?" Like the Hong Huang, Yan Tian Lao Zu's face darkened with rage, his eyes bloodshot.

Bearing the Yan Tian divine ability, he had divined Chen Ye but not Ye Chen. He was puzzled, shocked, and unwilling—puzzled that Ye Chen was still alive, shocked that Chen Ye was Ye Chen, and unwilling that in divining the Ling Yu, he had been outdone by a junior.

These three emotions fueled his extreme anger, for Ye Chen had repeatedly slipped beyond his control.

"Master." Shang Yang and Shang Yin both looked toward Yan Tian, their faces pale. Ye Chen's background was incredibly powerful; back at the Tian Xu gate, the nine Da Chu emperors had been so domineering, wiping out several clans. They absolutely couldn't afford to provoke him.

"So what if he's Ye Chen? Hong Huang will never let him go." Yan Tian sneered. "Even if Da Chu comes, it's the same."

"The undefeated god of war." Amid the discussions, a young cultivator raised his killing sword, roaring hysterically.

"The undefeated god of war." That person's roar stirred massive waves, and all the Zhutian human cultivators raised their weapons high.

"The undefeated god of war." Many elders joined in, their voices shaking the heavens and echoing across the seas and wilderness.

That face made too many people's eyes well up with tears, their roars coming straight from the soul.

The holy lord of the Heavenly Court, the emperor of Da Chu, had slain two emperors in his lifetime, his path of defying heaven never knowing defeat.

His legends were all myths, fully deserving of the title of god of war.

No need for Zhutian to crown him—he was the true god of war. The lineage of Huang Gu Sheng Ti had never disappointed the common people.

"The will of the people." Chen Yi smiled. "His existence has surpassed that of a young great emperor, bearing the might of a supreme emperor."

"In the golden age after ten thousand eras, he will be the protagonist." Tian Shuo smiled, even the emperor's dao inheritance paling in comparison.

"I now understand why my father allowed me to unseal in this era." Xiao Lu said lightly, her eyes full of fighting spirit.

"Six Dao, you two are so alike." Di Ji's beautiful eyes grew misty as she looked at Ye Chen, as if seeing the Six Dao of the past.

"God of war, god of war, god of war." The Zhutian cultivators continued to roar, each cry louder than the last, merging into tidal waves that crashed endlessly, shaking the very heavens.

Ye Chen laughed, not because of the glory Zhutian bestowed upon him, but because the people of Zhutian still remembered him, Ye Chen.

The heavens trembled, and even the emperor weapons floating in the void buzzed. The emperor's rule over all spirits seemed to stir ancient memories in the ultimate dao emperor weapons from the roars of the masses.

Seeing the emperor weapons stir, the Hong Huang Zhun Di all frowned. From the moment the emperor weapons appeared, they had never shown such anomalies before.

"No matter who you are, you must die." Tao Tie Zhun Di roared in fury, his eyes blood-red as he used secret techniques to stabilize the emperor weapons.

"So what if he's Ye Chen? We'll exterminate him all the same." Qiong Qi Zhun Di thundered, urging the emperor weapons to unleash their imperial might.

"A mere little Zhun Sheng Wang dares to bully my Hong Huang?" Tao Wu Zhun Di snorted coldly, the emperor weapons overflowing with world-ending divine light.

Led by the three clans' Zhun Di, the entire Hong Huang clan moved, stabilizing the restless emperor weapons and positioning them across the skies, their imperial might spreading far and wide.

The heavens shook once more as dozens of ultimate dao emperor weapons from Hong Huang resonated, like rounds of suns radiating brilliant immortal light, piercing the eyes and making hearts quake with terror.

"Kill." The Hong Huang army roared like a tide or a sea, a dark mass blotting out the skies and covering the earth.

"Think we're afraid?" Sheng Yuan Huang bellowed, manifesting his Nine Heavens Ape form, standing like a massive mountain between heaven and earth.

"If it's war you want, then bring it." Kui Niu Huang's eyes flashed with divine light, gripping his emperor weapon battle-axe like a barbaric god.

"The Qi Lin clan has never backed down." Qi Lin Huang ascended to the skies, wielding his emperor weapon to guard a section of heaven and earth, stabilizing the cosmos.

"War." The Zhutian Zhun Di, one by one, rose into the air, their emperor weapons following into the vast expanse.

"War." The Zhutian cultivators, from great saints to heavenly realm experts, all drew their weapons, their war blood burning like fire. Just as in the past against the heavenly demon invasion, no one would retreat.

One side sought to kill, the other to protect—Zhutian and Hong Huang faced off again, Zhun Di against Zhun Di, emperor weapons against emperor weapons.

The heavens trembled anew, the ultimate dao imperial might capable of destroying worlds, with apocalyptic visions appearing everywhere—suns collapsing, stars falling silent—as if the next moment would usher in a dark era.

Yet, just as before, though Zhutian united their efforts, they still fell at a disadvantage, suppressed by Hong Huang.

"No matter who you are, today you will not escape Hong Huang's extermination." Tao Tie Zhun Di snorted coldly, standing in the skies like a supreme ruler, looking down on Ye Chen with icy authority.

"So arrogant—where was Hong Huang during the heavenly demon invasion?" Ye Chen's expression remained calm, his words casual.

"Where was Hong Huang during the heavenly demon invasion?" The Zhutian cultivators roared in anger, many with tears in their eyes.

That battle had left mountains of corpses and rivers of blood across the myriad domains, countless heroes falling in the stars—what a tragedy.

If Hong Huang had joined that fight, Zhutian wouldn't have suffered so terribly. The heavenly demons were repelled, yet Hong Huang emerged to wreak havoc, slaughtering lives at will—how could Zhutian not be furious?

"Where was Hong Huang during the heavenly demon invasion?" The more they thought about it, the angrier they became, their roars growing more fervent, shaking the mountains of Zhutian.

Scolded so fiercely, the Hong Huang Zhun Di all flushed with rage, grinding their teeth, their faces twisted like demons.

"Kill." Tao Tie Zhun Di, shamed into fury, suddenly activated his emperor weapon, reviving its aura of silent extinction and sweeping out imperial dao immortal light, aimed straight at Ye Chen.

"Damn it." The Zhutian Zhun Di shouted in anger, also activating their emperor weapons.

"You lot can't save him." The other Hong Huang clans snorted coldly, their emperor weapons moving in unison to suppress the Zhutian emperor weapons.

The skies thundered as the imperial dao immortal light from Tao Tie Zhun Di's emperor weapon tore through everything in its path with devastating power.

Ye Chen tilted his head slightly, gazing at the incoming imperial dao immortal light, yet he stood unmoving, his expression eerily calm.

"Old Seven." Xiao Yuan Huang roared, his golden eyes bloodshot, watching the imperial dao immortal light hurtle toward Ye Chen.

"Damn it." The Zhutian cultivators wanted to rush to his aid but were pinned down, their eyes blood-red and bodies shaking.

"Die!" The Hong Huang clan all grinned wickedly, licking their blood-red tongues, their faces demonic as ghosts, eagerly awaiting the sight of Ye Chen's absolute demise.

But at that moment, a golden divine light shot from beyond the heavens, crossing ancient eons, carrying ultimate dao imperial might that erased the imperial dao immortal light from Tao Tie Zhun Di.

Then, a thunderous roar and shout echoed across the myriad domains of Zhutian:

"Who dares bully Da Chu as if it has no one?"