Chapter 1804

In the chaotic Zhongzhou, the emperor's might spread far and wide, dimming the sun and moon, silencing thunder and lightning, and shrouding the bright moon and vast sky.

The Quasi-Emperors' battles grew fiercer with each clash, each wielding ultimate Dao Emperor weapons. Every major collision felt like the end of days was upon them.

"I do not believe it." Qiong Qi roared in fury. The mighty ancient beast was being beaten so badly by a single cultivator that it could barely fight back, driving it to madness.

"You are far from it." Zhan Wang thundered, shaking the heavens. With the Pan Gu battle axe aiding him, he seemed like a great emperor descending upon the world.

"Kill." Qiong Qi shrieked, enraged beyond measure. He offered up his lifespan in a blood sacrifice, activating forbidden techniques, and a new divine mark appeared on his forehead. His aura surged in an instant, and the fresh blood flowing from him reversed course. His body, covered in bloody gashes, healed completely in a flash.

Even more primordial energy burst forth from his core, strand by strand, like massive mountains crushing the collapsing sky. His eyes no longer had pupils; they were entirely pitch black. Or rather, they were like two black voids, utterly terrifying.

Zhan Wang snorted coldly and activated his own forbidden techniques. His flying black hair turned into golden strands in an instant, flowing like a dazzling golden waterfall. A vast golden immortal domain expanded around him, stretching thousands of zhang wide, interwoven with the laws of the Dao, evolving into a supreme universe.

The battle escalated, the scene growing even more grandiose, forcing onlookers from all sides to retreat further, relying on ultimate Dao Emperor weapons to protect the common people. Both had unleashed secret arts, boosting their combat power to new heights, yet the tide of battle remained unchanged. Qiong Qi was still being overpowered. Despite his dominant bloodline, his robust physical body, and his heaven-defying secret techniques, he could not withstand Zhan Wang's assaults.

"How can he be so strong?" The Quasi-Emperors of the Hong Huang races all furrowed their brows. Zhan Wang's terrifying power had shattered their previous limits of shock. Little did the Hong Huang know that Zhan Wang had once participated in slaying an emperor, and his very bones were fused with emperor-level killing intent. It was a stroke of fortune, a heaven-defying rebirth. Had circumstances been different, Zhan Wang would have had the qualifications to challenge the Great Emperor realm.

"Zhan Wang is unbeatable in the world, beating Qiong Qi until he's like a dog." Seeing Zhan Wang gaining the upper hand, the group led by Xiao Yuan Huang erupted into wild howls again, shouting at the top of their lungs without a care. Because of them, Ye Chen's group once again became the center of attention. Their voices were so loud that even the Quasi-Emperors of Great Chu had their ears ringing. Everyone had underestimated the younger generation of the various heavens. They could howl a massive hole in the sky, their roars like something amplified beyond belief.

"Today is truly lively." Ren Wang sighed and clicked his tongue, his sly eyes scanning the crowd. "Hong Huang Qilin, Xuan Yuan Di Zi, Xuan Gu Di Zi, Yan Di Zhi Zi, and Yao Chi Qin Di—all ruthless figures."

"Are there other Emperor Dao inheritances?" Ye Chen asked in surprise.

"That one, that one, and that one—they're all Emperor Dao successors." Ren Wang kept pointing them out, knowing them all by heart, recognizing each one as if he had a personal directory.

Ye Chen sighed, glancing at Tian Shuo, then at Xiao Lu and Chen Yi, and finally at Xuan Yuan Di Zi Wu Qing. What an extraordinary era, with so many emperor's sons awakening in this lifetime—it spoke volumes, signaling the dawn of a prosperous age.

"That woman has passed her Emperor Tribulation." Ren Wang sent a divine sense message to Ye Chen, gesturing toward the vast void. The woman he referred to was no other than Di Ji, standing gracefully like a dream, ethereally beautiful and peerlessly elegant.

"What is her background?" Ye Chen inquired, deeply curious about Di Ji, for even his Reincarnation Eye could not see through her.

"An ancient lineage." Ren Wang, or Fu Xi, tucked his hands into his sleeves, a hint of wariness in his eyes. "In the past, she provoked an Emperor Dao divine punishment and perished in the calamity, yet left behind a single soul that transformed into a human form."

"No wonder." Ye Chen murmured softly. He had known earlier that Di Ji had been observing him, and to her, the Zhou Tian was like an open display.

"She will come to chat with you." Ren Wang's words carried deeper meaning.

"Chat with me?" Ye Chen was stunned, completely baffled, lost in confusion about what Ren Wang implied.

Ren Wang said no more, simply hugging his wine jug and drinking away.

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and looked toward the void again. If Ren Wang was wary of Di Ji, so was he. What a formidable empress! Coincidentally, Di Ji was also looking at him, her gaze hazy. Her eyes held imperial essence blended with endless laws, capable of piercing illusions—his every secret was laid bare before her.

"Chatting is fine, but don't hit me." Ye Chen coughed softly, feeling uneasy under Di Ji's gaze, his whole body uncomfortable.

"Hey, is that old dog Yan Tian trying to run?" As Ye Chen coughed, Xiao Yuan Huang scratched his monkey fur.

"He's not just trying—he's already running." Long Jie cursed, jumping three zhang high and yelling wildly.

Hearing this, Ye Chen quickly gathered his thoughts and looked up. Indeed, Yan Tian Lao Zu had fled, taking his two disciples with him, vanishing into the sky in the blink of an eye. The Quasi-Emperors of the various heavens wanted to pursue, but they were locked in confrontation with the Hong Huang forces and could not spare the effort, so they had to let him escape.

"Senior, lend me an Emperor weapon." Ye Chen turned to Yan Di, his eyes flashing with cold light—he intended to hunt down that old dog Yan Tian.

"No need for you to go." Yan Di smiled, standing tall and composed, his Quasi-Emperor eyes deep and boundless.

No sooner had he spoken than a booming sound echoed from the void. In the next instant, three figures were sent flying back—one after another, it was Yan Tian and his two disciples. The three were in utter disarray, covered in blood, especially Shang Yang, whose Quasi-Emperor body was reduced to half, a gruesome and shocking sight.

The cultivators of the various heavens were all stunned. In just a moment, three powerful figures had been gravely wounded—who could have struck with such terror? Though shocked, their spirits were lifted. Figures like Yan Tian, who didn't help the various heavens and instead acted as Hong Huang's lapdogs, aiding in tyranny, deserved to be beaten.

"Who was it?" Yan Tian steadied himself and roared in anger, shaking the heavens, his old eyes blood-red and his face twisted in malice.

"Who was it?" Shang Yang and Shang Yin also howled in rage.

"Guess." A leisurely laugh rang out as a majestic figure manifested before all, striding through the sky like an immortal king. It was the Third Divine General, Tian Yuan, stepping across the river of time, as if emerging from a distant era, ancient and weathered.

"You?" Yan Tian Lao Zu glared at him, grinding his teeth, clearly recognizing Tian Yuan, and from his expression, there was old enmity between them.

"Letting you three escape would make us Divine Generals lose face." The Fourth Divine General, Bei Lin, arrived as well, gripping a killing sword. It was he who had cleaved Shang Yang's body in half.

"You ran pretty fast—who else do you impress like that?" The Fifth Divine General, Tian Jiu, made his entrance, his divine eyes radiating immortal light. Among the nine Divine Generals under Xian Wu Di Zun, he was the strongest in assault, his domineering aura rivaling Zhan Wang's.

"Is Yan Tian Dao Palace that impressive?" The Sixth Divine General, Hua Qing Luo, stepped in from the sky, clad in snow-white robes, his Quasi-Emperor might vast and sweeping. He held no killing sword, only a white folding fan, which he gently waved, exuding an air of elegance.

"Don't move a muscle, or you might get wiped out." The Seventh Divine General, Mo Dao, the Eighth Divine General, Xuan Jie, and the Ninth Divine General, Ying Long, arrived together. The three of them exuded overwhelming presence, blocking the sky, each carrying their weapons, ready to hammer Yan Tian at any moment.

"The Nine Divine Generals." The cultivators of the various heavens' eyes lit up, all turning to one side—the Nine were still missing two.

Sure enough, in the misty void, two more figures revealed themselves: a white-haired youth and a white-haired woman. They were the First Divine General, Tian Qing, and the Second Divine General, San Sheng, under Xian Wu Di Zun—one with combat power not inferior to an emperor, the other who had nearly triggered an Emperor Tribulation, both supreme titans.

The Nine Divine Generals stood side by side like nine great mountains, unyielding in the world, impossible to topple by any force. The various heavens held their breath, gazing at the nine as if beholding the Nine Sovereigns of Great Chu, filled with awe and an urge to kneel. They had followed Xian Wu Di Zun in conquering the world, witnessing the ages and leaving behind immortal legends amid the vicissitudes of time. During the second Heavenly Demon invasion, the Nine Divine Generals had battled emperors, slaying the Heavenly Demon's Emperor Dao manifestations and shaking the universe. Their arrival boosted the various heavens' confidence, for the Divine Generals carried the glory of an emperor on their backs.

In contrast, the Hong Huang forces looked grim, well aware of the Divine Generals' fearsome reputation.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the Divine Generals moved, launching a direct assault on Yan Tian and his group, employing Emperor Dao immortal techniques and deadly arts. Each beam of immortal light carried unmatched power. In a single exchange, Shang Yang and Shang Yin, the two Quasi-Emperors, were obliterated in the void, not even managing a scream. Their Quasi-Emperor bodies plummeted, lifeless, with blood still flowing, their faces etched with terror.

The bloody scene was striking, sending chills through everyone's hearts. Only the Divine Generals could slay Quasi-Emperors so effortlessly—veterans of imperial conquests, all defying the heavens.

"Truly intent on fighting to the death?" Yan Tian dragged his mangled body, fleeing into the sky, his roars echoing like thunder. Though he survived, he was in bad shape, his body nearly exploded by Tian Jiu and his primordial spirit heavily damaged by Bei Lin.

"It's not about fighting to the death—it's about your death." Tian Yuan snorted coldly.

"Stand down, I'll handle this one." Hua Qing Luo crossed the vast sky, his folding fan transforming into a divine sword.

"Kill." Yan Tian bellowed, his face twisted like a demon's, knowing he could not escape and determined to take someone with him.

"See that? I won't even bother looking straight at you." Hua Qing Luo smirked, truly glancing sideways, which made onlookers want to laugh.

Those words made Yan Tian explode on the spot. He sacrificed his core essence, boosting his power, and struck down with a palm that could destroy heaven and earth. Hua Qing Luo tsked, and despite the ferocity of Yan Tian's palm, he countered with a single sword, effortlessly splitting it and carving out an immortal river. Yan Tian was hit, sent tumbling away, nearly cleaved in two. No matter how powerful his secret techniques, they were all rendered useless. Onlookers from all sides smacked their lips in amazement. A fierce one who had strolled through Xian Wu Di Zun's heavenly tribulation was no ordinary force.

"Just like in the old days, swallowing the eight directions." Ye Chen laughed, his confidence growing. The Divine Generals' fame was well-earned.

"Not enough, far from enough." Ren Wang shook his head with hands tucked. "Even with nine more Divine Generals, they couldn't stand against the great Hong Huang races."

"Not enough numbers? The forbidden zones can make up for it." Dong Huang Tai Xin brushed her hair, a gesture that made many hearts stir.

"Isn't that a bit unethical?" Ye Chen coughed.

"There's nothing ethical or unethical with the forbidden zones." Tian Lao took a swig of wine. "If we sit by and watch the Hong Huang cause chaos, we have to intervene."

"Either fight the Hong Huang or the Heavenly Demons—choose wisely." Di Lao grumbled. "It's time to get moving."

"Di Xuan, I hope you've been well." The usually silent Yue Huang suddenly spoke, looking toward Ye Chen's side.

At Yue Huang's words, Ye Chen instinctively turned his head. This glance nearly scared him out of his wits—a peerless woman had appeared at his side, dressed in white robes, white hair, and a white cloak, arriving without a sound. She was no ordinary person—she was Xian Wu Di Zun's own sister: Di Xuan.