Chapter 1854: Go If You Dare

Chapter 1854: You Have the Guts to Go

The Sixteen Emperors vanished, leaving the starry sky in complete tranquility. People everywhere still felt a sense of unfinished awe, their minds wandering amid the destruction.

In particular, Chen Yi and the others remained transfixed even after the emperors transformed into ethereal clouds, lost in ancient memories.

How many years had passed? In such scenes, encountering the emperors brought a profound sense of time's passage, evoking endless tales of bygone eras.

"The curtain has fallen."

The profound silence was finally broken by Chi Yang Zi's words, prompting everyone to gather their thoughts.

"The curtain has fallen."

People from all directions took a deep breath, their expressions dazed, their minds unable to calm. Sighs, exclamations of amazement, laments, and shocks echoed through the starry sky, serving as a farewell to the Sixteen Emperors.

They were fortunate indeed, having traveled vast distances to witness the battle. Today's spectacle not only met but exceeded their expectations: the Teng She clan's annihilation, the eternal divine punishment, the assembly of the emperors, and the alignment of the seventeen stars.

Such a grand event was rare across the ages, and they had stumbled upon it by chance, becoming living witnesses to history.

From this moment on, today's events would leave a lasting mark in the annals of the heavens, enduring for eternity in future generations.

Everyone gazed at Ye Chen as if beholding a legend.

The domineering Archaic Sacred Body had defeated the Sixteen Emperors, perpetuating an undefeated myth as the true undefeated war god.

Looking at Ye Chen now, his figure staggered, barely able to stand, his bloodstained form stark against the starry sky.

He was gravely wounded, his sacred body shattered, bones drenched in blood, his entire form in tatters, and his vital energy nearly depleted. The Sixteen Emperors' assaults had nearly dragged him into the gates of death.

The baleful aura emanating from within him was extraordinarily thick, even making quasi-emperors wary, for it was the aura of the emperors.

Heavenly tribulation was a trial of life and death, yet also an opportunity for transformation.

In this devastating tribulation, he had nearly perished but achieved a rebirth from the ashes, transforming his body into the path of chaos. By battling the Sixteen Emperors' paths, he gained a heaven-defying fortune.

This fortune included not only the emperors' baleful aura but also their paths. The chaos path dominated, absorbing more than just a trace of the emperors' ways.

The emperors' paths and insights were like a whetstone, forging this piece of rusted iron into an unparalleled divine sword.

Such an opportunity was supreme, something ordinary people could rarely touch in a lifetime.

Yet he had refined it through a hundred trials, devouring the Great Emperors' paths.

Under the watchful eyes of the masses, his sacred body rapidly healed, every wound entwined with faint strands of dao principles. It exhaled the emperors' baleful aura and surged with refined vital energy.

Around him, visions manifested: a vast chaos realm with mountains, rivers, grass, and trees, all vividly alive.

He stood within it, radiating divine light, forging a golden sacred body, like a Great Emperor or an immortal king.

"The emperors' paths." Ye Chen murmured, quietly sensing them. With his eyes closed, he seemed to glimpse a more vast world.

That was the dao, the emperors' dao, visible only to emperors. It was too ethereal, too profound, attainable only in vision.

That was the pinnacle, the peak of the great dao. Emperors stood shoulder to shoulder with the dao; the emperors' paths were the great dao itself. He had glimpsed the great dao.

Glimpsing the great dao once elevated his state of mind to the extreme, surpassing a thousand years of cultivation—an invaluable treasure.

"Truly a Saint King now." Ye Chen pondered with closed eyes, while discussions from all sides continued uninterrupted.

"He's become even harder to fathom." Many sighed, even those with great divine abilities unable to see through Ye Chen.

"With his current combat power, he could clash directly with a Great Saint." Numerous elders murmured, silently assessing Ye Chen.

"He's slain the Sixteen Emperors—what's clashing with a Great Saint compared to that?" A quasi-emperor elder stroked his beard, sighing and clicking his tongue. If Ye Chen's feats were listed, they could terrify anyone.

"His brilliance has overshadowed all previous generations of Sacred Bodies." The quasi-emperor's of Da Chu smiled warmly, all feeling gratified.

A prodigy acknowledged by the Sixteen Emperors was destined for greatness.

Everyone understood that this Archaic Sacred Body had risen, poised to eclipse the glory of his predecessors and forge an eternal myth.

Amid the discussions, the quasi-emperors' bodies trembled.

Then, beams of immortal light flew out from them—venerable emperor weapons, the ultimate emperor weapons from the forbidden zones.

The forbidden zones were summoning the emperor weapons, reclaiming the ones they had lent out.

Though the quasi-emperors felt displeased, they couldn't stop the emperor weapons. Fortunately, they hadn't attacked other primordial clans; if they had, the sudden recall of the emperor weapons would have been disastrous.

Still, it was undeniable that the forbidden zones had provided crucial aid this time; without the hundred emperor weapons, exterminating the Teng She clan would have been difficult.

On another side, Ye Chen had restrained his divine light and was stepping through the void, his divine eyes sharp, his vital energy flourishing. Having undergone nirvana in the heavenly tribulation, the opportunities he gained had deepened his foundation even further.

"This guy puts on a good show." The Ren Wang stepped forward and kicked him. "You were fierce when fighting the Human Emperor, weren't you?"

At the sight, many wanted to join in and kick Ye Chen, such as those from Mo Yuan, Tian Shuo, and Chen Yi.

These individuals all had connections to the Sixteen Young Emperors—as lovers, ancestors, or fathers.

But they had all been dealt with by Ye Chen, leaving them with an extremely awkward feeling, awkward enough to want to kick him to death.

"I nearly got wiped out." Ye Chen couldn't help but chuckle, a trickle of fresh blood still seeping from the corner of his mouth, pitch-black in color.

As the one undergoing the tribulation, no one knew better than him how terrifying the Sixteen Emperors were. Every move was an immortal emperor technique; even a moment's distraction could lead to his demise.

Fortunately, he had endured it. This nine-death-one-life nirvana brought endless fortunes, which would help him ascend to the ultimate peak.

Seeing the blood at Ye Chen's mouth, the quasi-emperors all frowned. They could tell that although he had survived the heavenly tribulation and gained opportunities, he had also suffered irreparable wounds.

Those wounds came from the emperors' paths, a backlash from the emperors' dao. The baleful aura of the emperors was too strong, injuring his very foundation.

"It will heal eventually." Ye Chen gently wiped away the fresh blood, but in the next instant, more overflowed, impossible to wipe clean.

Just as he spoke, three beams of immortal light arrived from one side of the starry sky. Upon closer inspection, they were Tian Lao, Di Lao, and Dan Zun.

Earlier, they had gone with Ji Ning Shuang to pursue the Teng She Crown Prince and hadn't been present for the tribulation.

"You three are late! You missed the epic spectacle." The Ren Wang kept clicking his tongue, gloating over their misfortune.

"What epic spectacle?" The three of them were stunned.

"Why is it just you three? Where's Ji Ning Shuang? And the Teng She Crown Prince?" Yan Huang asked, not elaborating on the spectacle.

"That kid was too slippery—well, more like the Teng She emperor weapon was too slippery. We were chasing, and poof, they vanished." Di Lao grumbled, his old face dark with frustration.

"The forbidden zones recalled their emperor weapons, making it even harder to track the Teng She emperor weapon's aura." Dan Zun sighed, his expression helpless.

"What? Ji Ning Shuang hasn't returned?" Tian Lao scanned the area and didn't see her, looking surprised.

"That's obvious. If she had returned, would we need to ask you?"

"Three quasi-emperors with emperor weapons, and you couldn't catch a single Saint King? Have you no shame?" The Ren Wang scolded.

"You have the guts to go yourself!" Tian Lao shot back.

"Your grandmother! How dare you scold me? I've got a temper."

"Enough." Chu Huang snorted coldly, his brows furrowed. "Though the Teng She Crown Prince is in a primordial spirit state, he can freely control the bloodline limits, and with the Teng She emperor weapon's aid, Ji Ning Shuang might not be his match if she catches up."

"His potential is enormous; he'll be a great disaster in the future."

"But the problem is, we don't know where that little serpent has fled." Di Lao coughed dryly. "He's probably hiding."

"Does the mark you placed on the Teng She Crown Prince still exist?" Dong Huang Tai Xin turned to Ye Chen.

"It's been erased." Ye Chen's face darkened slightly. With the Teng She Crown Prince's cunning, he would have realized how Da Chu located the Teng She clan and wouldn't leave the mark.

"This is troublesome." The quasi-emperors' expressions also darkened.

"I'll go find him." Ye Chen immediately stepped forward, crossing the starry sky and summoning a domain gate, vanishing in an instant.

"Take an emperor weapon." Bai Zhi waved her hand, sending an emperor weapon flying out like a beam of immortal light, following Ye Chen into the domain gate. She then entered Tian Lao's bronze furnace of her own accord.

"Don't just stand around—search for him." Dong Huang Tai Xin ordered, her lotus steps gliding as she sped off like a beam of immortal light.

The quasi-emperors of Da Chu followed suit, each heading into the starry sky. A single Saint King wasn't frightening, but one who could freely control bloodline limits and wield an ultimate emperor weapon was.

With such a lineup, if given enough time, he would become a colossal force across the ages—and a terrifying one at that.

An open foe is easy to defend against, but a hidden enemy is not; to Da Chu, the Teng She Crown Prince was a ticking time bomb with immense power.

Yao Chi Xian Mu also set out. Ji Ning Shuang was from Da Chu, but in this life, she was also the Yao Chi goddess—a fact that couldn't be changed. As the immortal mother, she couldn't ignore it.

"Why the rush? What's going on?" Seeing the Da Chu quasi-emperors hurrying off, people from all sides scratched their heads, baffled.

"Who cares?" Some had already clasped their hands and left. "Without a hundred emperor weapons, are we supposed to attack the primordial clans?"

"The spectacle has ended; everyone back to their own homes." People from all directions dispersed, each holding memory crystals, having busily recorded the entire battle with the emperors.

They hadn't come in vain today—they witnessed the Teng She clan's destruction, a satisfying event, and beheld the ancient divine tribulation.

Most importantly, they saw the divine bearing of the Sixteen Emperors, an supreme honor they could boast about for eight hundred years.

Accompanied by sighs and laments, the figures gradually faded away.

This stretch of starry sky instantly felt vast and empty, with only blood mist drifting and desolation reigning, the entire area scarred and ruined.

Perhaps no one noticed that high above the ethereal void, a rift had opened, pitch-black within.

It was a black hole, with no figure in sight, but through the rift, one could glimpse a pair of withered, emotionless eyes, gazing down upon the vast starry sky.

That was the Teng She Emperor's body. After a single glance, the rift sealed itself. He didn't emerge, remaining in the black hole like a ghost, vanishing after a peek.

"A half-emperor—Da Chu is in for trouble this time." On Ming Jie's Ming Mountain, Ming Di shook his head helplessly. "If he goes mad, he'll be even more terrifying than the heavenly demons."

"Meet force with force, adapt as needed—don't underestimate Da Chu." Di Huang said leisurely. "Compared to the emperor's body, I'm more curious about how the Teng She Crown Prince can freely control the bloodline limits. In all my experiences, I've never seen such a precedent."

"The Teng She Emperor was already strange; his descendants are naturally monstrous." Ming Di replied indifferently. "But as I speculate, his so-called free control of bloodline limits must come at a cost, like sacrificing his lifespan."

PS: The previous Da Chu group was disbanded due to the group admin abusing permissions, and it's no longer the official group for "Xianwu Dizi." The new Da Chu group number is 949372394.