Chapter 1805

The heavens and earth were desolate and dim, devoid of light. Shadows swarmed like ocean waves, a dense black mass filling the vast sky and covering the ground.

In the east, cultivators from the various heavens stood in formation, each gripping weapons as their fresh blood burned fiercely, their fighting spirits soaring high.

In the west, war banners fluttered wildly, the aura of the primordial chaos surging and roiling, devouring the heavens and earth, fierce and bloodthirsty.

The two sides faced off, each backed by emperor weapons, their imperial might clashing.

Scenes of destruction were once again sketched out, reflected in the light of doomsday, cold and deathly still, chilling the soul and causing hearts to tremble.

The battle raged on, with thunderous booms echoing nonstop. On one side were Zhan Wang and Qiong Qi, on the other, Hua Qingluo and Yan Tian.

Zhan Wang was dominant, driving Qiong Qi into a frenzy. The divine general was equally overpowering, leaving the old ancestor Yan Tian in utter despair along the way.

"Zhan Wang is unmatched under the heavens, beating Qiong Qi until he's like a dog."

Xiao Yuan Huang howled again, going all out, activating his Nine Heavens Ape Transformation, standing between heaven and earth, roaring until his throat cracked.

"The divine general is unmatched under the heavens, beating Yan Tian until he's like a dog."

Before one wave settled, another rose. Long Jie let out a fierce roar, overpowering Xiao Yuan Huang's voice.

Well then! The primordial forces were being cursed out, while the various heavens' own people raised their voices in a frenzy, as if pumped with chicken blood or gunpowder.

Above, the excitement continued, but below, the atmosphere was strangely odd. Ye Chen looked astonished, gazing at his side, at Di Xuan with her white hair.

She was incredibly beautiful, her face peerless, bathed in radiant divine glow, with strands of her hair dyed in holy light.

She seemed like a dream, ethereal and illusory, though right before him, yet more distant than a dream. Her beautiful eyes were clear as water, holding ancient legends within.

Her grace was no less than that of Di Ji, untouched by worldly smoke and dust, like a banished immortal from the mortal realm.

Gazing at her, Ye Chen felt a momentary daze, not knowing why, but at first sight of her face, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Di Xuan said nothing, her eyes like water misty and blurred, looking at Ye Chen's face as if gazing at her own brother.

Suddenly, she raised her hand, reaching toward Ye Chen's face, gently stroking it, as if to brush away all his scars.

Ye Chen was stunned, completely baffled, his mind full of confusion and questions. Was it because he was too handsome? Had he attracted her affection?

At his side, Bei Sheng was also stunned, unsure what was happening.

Xiao Jiu Xian was equally bewildered, her big eyes blinking rapidly.

Even Xiao Yuan Huang and Long Jie, who were howling, fell silent, huddling together with baffled expressions as they watched.

The cultivators of the various heavens glanced sideways, their expressions strange, though the quasi-emperors of Great Chu remained relatively composed.

The strangeness was only because Ye Chen and Di Zun looked exactly alike, so when Di Zun's sister saw him, she couldn't help but recall her brother.

"See, I told you! Our Xuan Xuan would definitely touch his face." The divine generals chimed in, with Bei Lin speaking.

Tian Qing said nothing, only sighing. They looked too alike.

The way the divine generals looked at Ye Chen was strangely fascinating.

In the past, they had seen with their own eyes that Ye Chen had turned to ash, dying beyond death, completely vanishing.

Now, seeing him return, even with the mindset of quasi-emperors, they were deeply shocked, not knowing how he had come back to life.

Buried in the starry sky and then resurrected—it felt unreal. The lineage of the ancient holy body had created too many impossibilities.

Slaying two emperors in one lifetime—such a feat was unprecedented and would remain unmatched, etching an immortal legend.

Who knows, if the generals learned that Ye Chen had slain another in the spirit realm, they might burst out with curses on the spot.

"I say, Xuan Er, don't scare the young one." Seeing Di Xuan still touching him, Tian Yuan couldn't help but clear his throat.

"Brother." Di Xuan murmured softly, her beautiful eyes growing even more misty, veiled with faint mist that condensed into crystalline frost.

"Brother?" Ye Chen nearly jumped at the word, thinking the seniority and age were enough to make her his great-grandmother.

"Is no one going to say anything?" Ye Chen coughed dryly, feeling chills all over from Di Xuan's touch.

"He is the sister of Di Zun." Donghuang Taiyi said with a light smile, amused by Ye Chen's trembling.

With that, Ye Chen instantly understood—the white-haired woman before him had mistaken him for Xianwu Di Zun.

"Just go through the motions. Keep touching me and I'll lose my temper."

Hua Qingluo, locked in battle with Yan Tian in the virtual sky, shouted at the top of his lungs. If anyone's getting touched, it's me—everyone else step aside.

Though he said he'd lose his temper, he really did, suddenly pressing forward and shattering Yan Tian's divine body, filling him with terror.

Di Xuan was jolted awake and finally withdrew her hand, the mist in her eyes fading away, though she still looked at Ye Chen with a dazed expression.

Time had passed too long, blurring the memories she had buried, and seeing a face identical to her brother's, how could she not feel nostalgic?

"Junior Ye Chen pays respects to the senior." Ye Chen said with a dry laugh, bowing respectfully—etiquette demanded it, and he was duly courteous.

"No need for such formality." Di Xuan gave a faint smile, even if he wasn't her brother Di Zun, she felt a deep affinity.

This junior before her was as astonishing as her brother, perhaps even surpassing Di Zun at the same stage.

His achievements were enough to crush those of young great emperors, bearing the emperor's demeanor. With sufficient opportunity, becoming an emperor wasn't impossible.

"Come, let me show you something fresh." Ren Wang stepped forward, sharing the divine sense Ye Chen had given him with the generals.

As the generals read it, their expressions changed like magic tricks—shock, confusion, shock, shifting back and forth.

"Damn." Another curse rang out, bold and unrestrained, sending another wave of people plummeting from the sky.

"They're all sick, every last one of them." Chi Yang Zi stumbled, steadying himself but still jolted.

"What's this tradition? Everyone who goes to Ye Chen's place has to shout at the top of their lungs?" An elderly quasi-emperor grimaced.

"First the quasi-emperors of Great Chu, then Di Zun's divine generals—what's this nonsense?" Too many people had their ears buzzing.

"Spend too much time with Ye Chen and you catch his bad habits?"

"Let me calculate with my fingers—it's probably just a spur-of-the-moment thing." Many old charlatans stroked their beards, speaking earnestly.

"Ants, sick ants." The great primordial clans muttered curses, with quite a few fainting on the spot.

The most frustrated was still Hua Qingluo, in the midst of an exciting fight when his brothers and sisters burst out cursing, catching him off guard.

Normally, showing off was his specialty, but they didn't even wait for him—everyone had jumped into the mode.

The most frustrated of all, however, wasn't him, but Zhan Wang.

The quasi-emperors of Great Chu had cursed, and he hadn't even figured out what was going on before the divine generals did it again, even louder.

Thinking of this, his attacks grew even more ferocious, determined to quickly cripple Qiong Qi and then go ask what was happening.

Thus, Qiong Qi the quasi-emperor suffered greatly; already at a disadvantage, Zhan Wang's sudden outburst left him disoriented.

The divine general Hua Qingluo was the same, his sword strikes growing fiercer with each one.

Yan Tian fared even worse, repeatedly being cleaved apart, healing his body time and again, only to be cleaved apart once more.

He also wanted to finish off Yan Tian the old ancestor quickly so he could go ask what was up—showing off without waiting for him was just shameless.

On the battle platform, Ye Chen rubbed his head hard, stars spinning in his eyes—the generals' voices were so loud they nearly shook him to vomit blood.

Xiao Yuan Huang and the others were the same, all swaying unsteadily; when it came to volume, they were far behind.

The most awkward was Kui Niu; he had just gotten up after being stunned by Bei Sheng's palm, only to be knocked down again.

"Shocked, aren't you?" Ren Wang dug two cotton balls out of his ears— he had been wise enough to plug them in advance.

"Shocked." Even the usually taciturn Tian Qing couldn't help but sigh; the lineup of the underworld was terrifyingly strong.

Di Huang was alive too—unbelievable. Too bad he was in the underworld; if he were in the various heavens, would the heavenly demons dare to be so arrogant?

The crowd was also surprised by Ye Chen's trip to the underworld.

This was truly someone who defied the heavens, walking paths that defied the heavens. Just hearing about this experience was frightening.

"We'll talk about it slowly when we have time." Ye Chen steadied himself, shaking his head—the group of quasi-emperors were too wild, their voices too booming.

"Come on, let's go over there." Xiao Yuan Huang and the others darted off the battle platform, all of them dizzy.

This bunch was trouble; another shout and they couldn't handle it.

So, it was safest to stay far away. Wait until they'd taken their medicine, then come back—otherwise, the consequences would be dire.