Chapter 1808

“Zan Kuai Hui Jia Ba!”

Tian Wang's voice was cold and desolate, echoing through the heavens and earth. It resounded in everyone's ears with an irresistible demonic power, like a divine judgment that allowed no defiance.

All eyes turned to the vast sky, their expressions dazed, for just moments ago, over a hundred emperor weapons had hung there.

These were ultimate emperor weapons, the life-bound artifacts of great emperors—what a formidable lineup, unmatched by any force in the world.

After a long while, the people of the heavens finally came to their senses and looked toward the opposite side, seeing the Hong Huang forces with grim faces, which made them want to laugh.

“Back to your own homes, didn’t you hear? Still thinking of causing more trouble?” Xiao Yuan Huang called out brashly, then quickly hid behind his father, afraid the Hong Huang clans might come after him.

“The heavens, all of you wait for us.” Taotie Zhun Di snorted coldly and abruptly turned to leave, leading his own troops in retreat.

The other Hong Huang clans did the same, with their Zhun Di leading the way, their faces twisted in fury as they slunk away like defeated soldiers.

In truth, the Hong Huang had indeed been defeated.

Reflecting calmly, from the starry skies to the star seas, from the star seas to the Western Desert, and from the Western Desert to Central State—every encounter had resulted in heavy losses and utter humiliation for the great Hong Huang clans.

They had intended to ignite war today and completely crush the heavens.

But they never expected the forbidden zones to intervene so forcefully, their power so overwhelming that even the combined forces of the heavens and Hong Huang could not withstand them.

With the forbidden zones involved, even the Hong Huang clans had to back down.

Otherwise, the Taowu clan’s Zhun Di was a bloody example—defying the forbidden zones would lead to disastrous consequences.

“First time seeing the Hong Huang so cowed—truly satisfying.” Sheng Yuan Huang laughed heartily, shouldering his iron staff with unrestrained flair.

“When it comes to presence, it has to be the forbidden zones.” Kui Niu Huang also laughed, in an excellent mood today—his child had been revived, and the Hong Huang clans had been repelled, a double cause for celebration.

“In just a hundred years, after that, the heavens will surely suffer devastation again.” Jiang Tai Xu sighed, his eyes filled with worry.

“Beauty, got any free time? Let’s chat?” Jiu Chen flicked his head, suavely smoothing his hair.

Yun Xiao Zi glanced sideways, scanning him up and down, then kicked straight toward Jiu Chen’s crotch.

Ouch! The sharp pain hit Jiu Chen hard—he’d been about to strike another pose—and he crumpled, tears streaming down.

That woman hadn’t held back at all; it was a kick meant to kill.

The crowd of elders winced at the sight, seeing Jiu Chen’s face flush red, and they all felt a chill in a certain part of their own bodies.

So what if he was from the Hong Huang Qilin clan? Getting kicked there was unbearable, and the fact it didn’t burst was already merciful.

“Just looking at it hurts.” Ren Wang grimaced, wanting to go flirt too, but seeing the scene, he chickened out completely.

“Zan kuai hui jia ba!” Ye Chen said eagerly.

“Let’s go.” Dong Huang Tai Xin smiled gently, understanding Ye Chen’s feelings—a full cycle of reincarnation, how could he not long for home?

With that, the group of Zhun Di ascended into the void. The Hong Huang had retreated, so it was time to return; Da Chu needed the emperor weapons for protection.

“Let’s go.” The Nine Divine Generals also took to the skies, heading to Da Chu—there were still too many unresolved matters, and they needed to talk with Ye Chen.

“Home.” Ye Chen was full of energy, about to rise, when he heard a call: “Young friend, please wait.”

Hearing this, Ye Chen instinctively turned back and saw over a dozen figures approaching together—the Wu Clan Sheng Huang, Qing Long Sheng Huang, Bai Hu Sheng Huang, and Da Di Wu Xiong Huang among them.

“Young friend, please wait.” The emperors arrived in an instant.

“Esteemed predecessors, is there something?” Ye Chen asked.

“Young friend, have you seen my child?” Wu Clan Sheng Huang spoke, and the other dozen clan emperors looked on with hopeful expressions.

As soon as he heard this, Ye Chen understood without needing more questions.

The emperors must have seen him bring back Kui Niu, so they came to inquire—perhaps their children were alive too.

Unfortunately, the Wu Clan divine child, Qing Long Crown Prince, Bai Hu Crown Prince, and the others hadn’t been as fortunate as Kui Niu.

Kui Niu’s entry into the underworld had been a fluke, and Ye Chen’s rescue of him was pure coincidence, as if destined.

The emperors’ bodies were tense, not even daring to breathe, afraid any movement might drown out Ye Chen’s words.

Facing the hopeful gazes of these dozen fathers, Ye Chen hesitated, not wanting to turn their hope into despair.

Seeing Ye Chen’s silence, the emperors’ tense bodies relaxed in an instant, and their bright eyes dimmed completely.

Ye Chen’s lack of response was answer enough—their children had long turned to dust, and they had been deceiving themselves.

“Esteemed predecessors, my condolences.” Ye Chen bowed deeply in respect, though the gesture felt painfully inadequate.

“It’s fate.” The emperors forced a smile and turned away, their vital energy still strong, yet their backs appeared hunched and aged—a white-haired parent burying a black-haired child, what greater sorrow?

Ye Chen sighed, feeling a pang of guilt—if he had returned sooner, the heavens’ younger generation wouldn’t have suffered such crushing defeats.

“Old Seven, you head back first; we’ll come to Da Chu soon.” Kui Niu and the others arrived, patting Ye Chen on the shoulder.

“One day in Da Chu, we won’t leave until we’re drunk.” Ye Chen smiled, waved, and followed the Zhun Di’s steps.

Watching Ye Chen’s departing figure, the cultivators of the heavens stood in place for a long time, lost in thought, their minds still reeling.

Today had brought too many impossibilities—Chen Ye being alive was shocking enough, but learning Chen Ye was the long-dead Ye Chen was even more astounding, a string of surprises they could barely process.

“With that war god holding the line, the heavens’ younger generation won’t be bullied again.” Mo Yuan laughed, full of contentment.

“It’s time to visit Da Chu.” Jiang Tai Xu said with a smile.

He wasn’t alone in this thought—many others felt the same, eager to see what kind of land could produce such a prodigy, an undefeated war god.

“The show’s over; everyone back home.” Di Zi Xiao Lu took a swig of wine and turned, heading straight for the star seas.

Tian Shuo lingered a moment, gazing in the direction Ye Chen had left, but not at Ye Chen—rather, at Xuan Huang.

More precisely, he was looking at the Kun Lun Mirror inside Xuan Huang, the life-bound artifact of Xuan Gu Great Emperor, which was also his father’s emperor weapon, guarding Da Chu for ages.

Like him, in a corner of the crowd, Wu Qing was gazing from afar.

As the son of Xuan Yuan Emperor, he was looking at the sword in Chu Huang’s hand—that was the Emperor Sword Xuan Yuan, his father’s emperor weapon.

After one last glance, the two withdrew their eyes and met each other’s gaze—that was the stare between one emperor’s son and another.

Both heirs to the emperor’s path, their fathers had once ruled all spirits. As sons of emperors, they felt mutual respect yet caution, competing in this golden age.

“You two take it easy; don’t accidentally spark some romantic fire.” Xiao Lu joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Feeling itchy again? Three days without a beating and you’re climbing the walls.”

“Don’t mess around; you can’t beat me—I’m the son of Yan Emperor.”

“As if your old man wasn’t a great emperor too—what’s with the attitude?”

“The old folks figure that pair’s just a couple of jokers.” Many elders stroked their beards, speaking with a knowing tone.

“Senior, what are your plans?” Yao Chi Xian Mu ignored that group and only looked at Chen Yi, the younger brother of Yao Chi Female Emperor.

“I’m used to wandering the world alone.” Chen Yi smiled, lightly brushed his sleeve, lifted his wine jug, and turned to leave.

“Wandering the world, take me with you.” Xiao Jiu Xian giggled and bounced after him, but before she could catch up, Jiu Xiao Zhen Ren forcibly dragged her away.

Xiao Jiu Xian wanted to resist, but Jiu Xiao Zhen Ren restrained her.

Chen Yi shook his head with a smile and vanished in a few steps.

The emperor’s heirs departed one after another, and Di Ji also quietly turned away, her divine form graceful and dreamlike, fading from the world’s eyes and leaving only a faint fragrance drifting through the mortal realm.

“Let’s go.” The white-robed Zhun Di of the Seven-Colored Phoenix Clan took Tian Zhi and headed east, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

“Uncle, I want to go to Da Chu.” Tian Zhi said softly.

“I will too.” The white-robed Zhun Di smiled. “It must be a magnificent land, full of endless legends.”

“Let’s move out.” The ancient five clans and the five great king clans of the Southern Domain withdrew their forces, following their clan emperors on the return journey.

The cultivators of the heavens also dispersed, each with lingering thoughts, sighing and marveling endlessly, feeling as if it were all unreal.

The vast world gradually emptied, sunlight once again bathing the earth and restoring light, but the landscape was scarred, stained with fresh blood, shrouded in bloody mist, and interwoven with killing intent and malice, echoing with cries of sorrow.

Today’s battle would be recorded in the annals of history—the heavens versus the Hong Huang, halted by the intervention of the five forbidden zones.

In the years to come, the names of the forbidden zones would be supreme existences, untouchable and their authority unchallenged.

“Now, things should settle down.” In the Tian Xu Forbidden Zone, Di Mie coughed dryly. “We nearly plunged the world into chaos.”

“Without a war sweeping the heavens, we can hold the line.” Tian Zhu chuckled lightly, his tone wistful, barely hiding his concerns.