Chapter 1903: Summoning the Emperor's Son

With a thunderous boom, the space great realm shattered inch by inch. Ye Chen, who had been relentlessly smashing the Chaos Cauldron, reappeared in the abyss. All around was pitch-black, just as before, with no trace of light.

The Chaos Cauldron was fine, circling around him with evident excitement.

Ye Chen, however, furrowed his brow as he gazed upward. He could hear shouts of battle, roars, and howls, and without needing to ask, he knew a massive war was raging outside, engulfing the entire ruins. Surging blood mist had already poured into the abyss, and crimson blood was trickling down the rock walls.

Without hesitation, he stowed the great cauldron and dashed toward the exit.

Emerging from the abyss, he beheld a world in chaos. Explosions echoed from all directions, lightning tore through the virtual sky, and flames erupted from the earth. Rolling smoke mixed with blood mist, shrouding the heavens and earth in gloom.

Ye Chen's brows knitted tightly as he ascended into the sky, scanning his surroundings.

He could easily guess that in the three to five days he had spent in the space great realm, major events must have unfolded outside.

As he passed over a mountain peak, he paused and landed.

Atop the peak stood a graceful figure, her beauty unparalleled and her demeanor extraordinary, gazing into the distance.

Upon closer inspection, this woman was none other than Tian Zhi, the princess of the Hong Huang seven-colored peacock clan. She had once been saved by him in the black hole, and unexpectedly, she had come to the ruins unharmed.

"Is everyone opening their full divine treasuries these days?" Ye Chen remarked with a sigh, stopping in place. With his insight, he could see that Tian Zhi had undergone nirvana and unlocked her full divine treasury, greatly boosting her combat power.

Tian Zhi was startled at first, but upon recognizing Ye Chen's true appearance, she smiled lightly."The Sacred Body is quite leisurely."

"I was trapped earlier and only just got out." Ye Chen coughed dryly.

"That sounds quite novel." Tian Zhi chuckled.

"Tell me what's going on. Why all this commotion? It doesn't seem like just a fight between emperors—it feels more like a full-scale war."

"The Hong Huang has sent an army of cultivators to occupy the ruins, and the various heavens' emperors are resisting."

"A fight between emperors involving an army of cultivators?" Before Tian Zhi could finish, Ye Chen sneered and vanished into the void like a supreme divine light, hurtling toward the nearest battlefield. His killing intent was icy, his murderous aura overwhelming, and his entire body radiated golden light, resembling a blazing sun.

"The ruins are destined to be unsettled." Behind him, Tian Zhi took a deep breath. Even though she had unlocked her full divine treasury and her combat power had surged, she still felt immense pressure from the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. In the same realm, no one could match Ye Chen—not even the emperors of the various heavens or the Hong Huang.

The fame of the Sacred Body was no joke; the legends and myths of this lineage had been forged through generations.

By now, Ye Chen had already manifested a hundred clones, dispersing them across the ruins.

Ahead, clouds churned and thunder roared, as if thousands of troops were charging, their killing intent piercing the sky.

Looking into the distance, it was indeed an army of thousands from the Hong Huang—fierce, green-faced, and fanged figures, terrifying to behold. Their ranks were vast, mostly great saints suppressed to the saint king level, with a quasi-emperor among them. They were clearly searching for human cultivators from the various heavens and their emperors, and by sheer coincidence, they had crossed paths with Ye Chen.

"Human cultivator, capture him alive for me!" The Hong Huang quasi-emperor laughed sinisterly, pointing his sword remotely at Ye Chen.

Without needing his order, the Hong Huang army swarmed forward, their blood-red eyes gleaming with malice. They lusted after Ye Chen's pure blood essence, licking their crimson tongues with greedy expressions.

Ye Chen sneered and summoned the Chaos Cauldron.

The cauldron hummed as it charged ahead, smashing the leading Hong Huang great saint—along with his war chariot—into pieces, leaving only his primordial spirit to flip through the air, though it too was suppressed by the cauldron.

"Chaos Cauldron!" The Hong Huang forces paled in shock.

"He's Ye Chen!" The Hong Huang warriors, midway in their charge, collectively halted, recognizing the infamous Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. He was a supreme ruthless figure whose reputation had spread across the universe.

"You guessed right." Ye Chen advanced like a dragon entering the sea.

In an instant, he activated his Ba Ti form, manifesting a hundred-zhang tall golden figure wielding a massive thirty-zhang war spear. Without discrimination, he swung it wildly through the Hong Huang army.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Figures exploded into blood mist one after another, their physical bodies and primordial spirits obliterated. Whether saint kings or great saints suppressed in power, none could withstand the Sacred Body, and Ye Chen alone turned the battlefield into utter chaos.

The Chaos Cauldron was not idle either, expanding to mountainous proportions, pulverizing swaths of enemies with every tremor.

"Request aid! Summon the emperor!" The Hong Huang quasi-emperor roared hoarsely, cowering at the rear and refusing to engage. Outside, he was a quasi-emperor, but in the ruins, he was merely a saint king. The Sacred Body was invincible in the same realm; only a Hong Huang emperor could stand against Ye Chen, and he himself was no match.

At his command, dozens of divine rainbows shot into the virtual sky.

Ye Chen did not block them; this was exactly the effect he wanted—to draw more Hong Huang forces and emperors. This would alleviate pressure on the various heavens' emperors, even if it meant taking a beating himself.

"Retreat! Retreat now!" The Hong Huang quasi-emperor bellowed, the first to flee. A ruthless figure like Ye Chen was far too powerful and terrifying. To kill him, they needed either a Hong Huang emperor or a massive army; this group of a few thousand was doomed to be slaughtered one by one.

His order was redundant; the Hong Huang forces had abandoned their armor the moment they recognized Ye Chen, scattering in desperate flight, their earlier arrogance gone.

Since they were fleeing, Ye Chen pursued like a persistent shadow, a dogged plaster that struck without mercy once he caught up, swinging his war spear and sending blood and bones flying.

"I'll fight you to the death!" A Hong Huang great saint who was caught roared madly, burning his primordial spirit and origin, transforming into his true form and swelling rapidly, intent on self-destructing to gravely injure Ye Chen.

"I'd like to see you try." Ye Chen snorted coldly and kicked the great saint away.

The direction of the kick was precisely calculated; the great saint landed right in the midst of the Hong Huang army. He wanted to stop the self-destruction, but it was too late.

A massive explosion erupted with him at the center, a wave of light spreading out and vaporizing the weaker Hong Huang forces on the spot. Even the great saints were blasted apart in droves.

The Hong Huang quasi-emperor spat blood, caught in the blast, his face pale and grim, blackened with fury. He felt an urge to curse the self-destructing great saint—couldn't he have aimed better?

"Ten Thousand Swords United!" Ye Chen caught up and unleashed a group attack, golden sword lights infused with the Divine Tribulation secret art, enhanced by the power of the Dao Sword, sweeping through like a destructive force.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Hong Huang warriors were pierced one by one, plummeting from the sky and bursting into blood flowers. The scene was strikingly vivid; a single Ten Thousand Swords United felled at least several hundred.

"Retreat! Retreat now!" The Hong Huang quasi-emperor screamed, no one daring to turn back against such a ferocious Ye Chen.

The remnants fled once more, burning their blood essence and true essence to boost their speed, streaking like phantoms.

They fled, and Ye Chen chased, the pursuit accompanied by explosions.

The sight was ironic; thousands of Hong Huang forces, if united, might have put up a fight, but deep in their souls, they feared Ye Chen, lacking any will to battle.

This fear severely hampered their strength, allowing one man to slaughter them in a frenzy of screams.

This scene was the most striking; elsewhere, Hong Huang forces hunted human cultivators and the various heavens' emperors, but here, Ye Chen alone chased thousands of Hong Huang warriors.

After this pursuit, the several thousand Hong Huang forces were gradually whittled down to less than a thousand.

Reaching a vast sea, Ye Chen charged in and struck down with a palm, forcing the Hong Huang quasi-emperor from the sky. The Chaos Cauldron followed, crushing his divine body into pulp before he could steady himself.

"Have a good journey." Ye Chen snorted coldly, his golden hand covering the sky and pressing toward the quasi-emperor's primordial spirit.

"No! No!" The Hong Huang quasi-emperor cried in terror, trying to escape but pinned down, helpless in his primordial spirit form. Ye Chen's palm could instantly reduce him to ashes.

But at that moment, a sword light slashed from the distant horizon, forcing Ye Chen back.

The Hong Huang emperor had arrived—it was the Qiong Qi emperor, clad in purple-gold armor and gripping a golden killing sword, radiating overwhelming murderous aura. His emperor's divine body was covered in immortal light, his golden eyes vast as starfields, containing endless Dao principles.

"Emperor, save me!" The Hong Huang quasi-emperor shouted hoarsely, stumbling toward him, while the surviving Hong Huang forces fled like they had seen a lifeline, not daring to look back.

Ye Chen halted, choosing not to pursue, his brilliant golden eyes fixed on the Qiong Qi emperor. This one was no easy opponent.

"Sacred Body, Sacred Body." The Qiong Qi emperor grinned, baring his fangs, striding through the sky with fiery excitement in his eyes. He was eager to slay Ye Chen, this supreme adversary, to shatter the myth of the Sacred Body's invincibility and rise to new heights on his shoulders.

"Your smile is disgusting." Ye Chen stowed his war spear, fighting bare-handed, his aura peaking instantly.

"Kill!" The Qiong Qi emperor snarled viciously, shattering the heavens with a step and slamming down a palm as heavy as a mountain, with divine patterns flowing between his fingers—his Dao principles interwoven with terrifying laws.

Ye Chen responded not with words but with powerful strikes, his hand forming the Taiji yin-yang, creating the boundless primordial chaos of heaven and earth, enhanced by Chaos Dao. His fist was utterly dominant, piercing the sky as it clashed head-on with the Qiong Qi.

Boom!

Their fist and palm collided, collapsing that section of the sky with destructive force rippling out.

Glancing at the two, the Qiong Qi's palm was mangled and bloody, while Ye Chen's fist bones were also shattered. In terms of physical strength, the Sacred Body fell short of the Qiong Qi, whose clan was renowned for its might.

The clash ended in a draw, yet it only excited the Qiong Qi more. Lightning shot from his eyes, aimed at Ye Chen's true form.

Ye Chen soared into the sky to evade the lightning, condensing thousands of secret arts into a single finger, but the Qiong Qi dodged it as well.

The Qiong Qi snorted coldly, firing four divine lights from his body, each a battle flag that planted itself in the four directions of the virtual sky. Ancient array patterns spread out, sealing the heavens and earth, forbidding creation and yin-yang.

This was the Qiong Qi clan's killing emperor array, using the flags as the four symbols: one to destroy the body, one to kill the primordial spirit, one to sever the origin, and one to exterminate the Dao roots. The four flags complemented each other, forming a seamless, overwhelmingly powerful trap.

Legend had it that a saint king-level Qiong Qi emperor once used this array to force a great saint to self-destruct his body, then used the great saint's primordial spirit to blood-sacrifice the four flags. The array was notoriously infamous.

"Destroy him for me!" The Qiong Qi emperor formed seals with one hand, activating the killing array.

"Destroy me?" Ye Chen scoffed, instantly unfolding the Chaos great realm.