Chapter 2105: Fearsome Foreshadowing

In the vast starry sky, a sea of people formed a dark curtain, surrounding everything. The eyes of the world were fixed on that expanse of stars. There, thirty-two venerable emperors stood like thirty-two towering mountains, treading upon the river of time. Each was an eternal myth, freezing the passage of years, disrupting the laws of the universe, so that not even a whisper of wind remained in the world, only the dazzling emperor light shining for ten thousand zhang.

Throughout history, there had never been two emperors in the same era. Yet now, in this form, thirty-two emperors appeared together—a spectacle unseen in ten thousand ages. Each had once ruled over all beings and reigned invincible across the cosmos. The legends of emperors were nothing short of myths, and today, these thirty-two were joining forces to obliterate that heaven-defying individual.

Many felt dazed, and many more felt a sense of regret. For the common folk, witnessing these ancient emperors felt unreal. For figures like Shen Jiang Tianjiu, they had not even lived to see the Emperor Sovereign.

Ye Chen stood like an unyielding monument, quietly in place.

The Emperor's Way had summoned thirty-two emperors—that ruthless heaven truly thought highly of him, determined to end him completely as a warning to the world: to defy heaven was to turn to ash in calamity, and the outcome would be utterly tragic.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The frozen starry sky suddenly trembled, the rhythmic booms echoing slowly—it was the sound of the thirty-two emperors walking. Perhaps their imperial bodies were too immense, for each step made the stars rumble, their ultimate emperor might intertwining, with emperor laws etching out visions of destruction.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, his combat power surging to its peak.

He stood like a war god in the Hun Dun Realm, his entire body radiating golden light, bathed in brilliant divine glory. His sacred body seemed forged from pure gold, indestructible and unyielding, its radiance in no way inferior to that of the thirty-two emperors.

Wuji Emperor struck first, his palm blotting out the sky as it descended, collapsing the Hun Dun Realm.

Ye Chen soared into the nine heavens, gripping his Dao Sword and slashing out a brilliant immortal river, forcing Wuji Emperor back. Then, he darted away, narrowly dodging Yukong Emperor's devastating finger. However, his escape was too hasty, and he collided head-on with Tianque Emperor.

Tianque Emperor's royal seal hummed with power, reinforced by emperor laws, as heavy as a mountain.

Ye Chen let out a low roar, raising one hand to hold up the royal seal with sheer force.

Zhu Tian Emperor charged in, his sword cleaving through heaven and earth.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, shaking off Tianque Emperor's royal seal and fleeing desperately, but he was still too slow. Zhu Tian Emperor's sword struck him, nearly splitting his powerful sacred body in two.

In that instant, Youming Emperor appeared like a ghost, his finger unleashing emperor divine light that obliterated all in its path.

Ye Chen snorted coldly in his heart, manifesting the Taixu Cave.

Yet, Youming Emperor's divine light was too strange, ignoring the Taixu Cave's absorption and piercing straight through it, along with Ye Chen's chest, leaving a bloody hole as sacred blood sprayed out.

At the same time, Qing Emperor arrived, his palm simple yet capable of shattering the heavens and earth.

Ye Chen whirled around, merging his Nine Paths and Eight Wastelands into one, throwing a punch through the air to clash directly with Qing Emperor. Though he repelled Qing Emperor, his own fist bones shattered. Under the sacred path's regeneration, they healed rapidly, but the invading emperor laws wreaked havoc within him.

It didn't end there—Mo Emperor, Shen Emperor, and Yao Emperor advanced together.

Yao Emperor gripped his divine blade, slashing out a ten-thousand-zhang blade light.

It was the purest Eight Wastelands Slash, even more domineering than Ye Chen's, truly capable of dominating heaven and earth when wielded by Yao Emperor. The vast starry sky was cleaved open by this strike.

Ye Chen activated his external manifestation of the dominant body, countering with a heaven-defying punch that shattered the ten-thousand-zhang blade light.

Yao Emperor was forced back, but Shen Emperor closed in, firing emperor divine light from his brow—it was the Shen Shang secret technique, the most fundamental form, targeting the true self and capable of instant defeat if one was careless.

In a flash of lightning, Ye Chen unleashed his own Shen Shang. The two divine lights collided immediately.

A wave of silent destruction spread outward, fracturing the starry sky inch by inch. Shen Shang against Shen Shang, neither gained the upper hand, both dissipating together. Even so, Ye Chen's primordial spirit was affected.

Mo Emperor struck next, in a state of demonization that amplified his power ferociously. His punch, fused with emperor laws, pierced through the stars, nearly exploding Ye Chen's indestructible sacred body.

Even more terrifying attacks followed in quick succession.

The twenty-three Honghuang Emperors arrived, sweeping in with primal aura like supreme demonic gods, their strikes all emperor immortal techniques that carved bloody gashes across Ye Chen's sacred body, gruesome and terrifying.

All thirty-two emperors had attacked, and in just one round, they had reduced Ye Chen to near destruction, his body and spirit on the brink of collapse. The scattered blood and bones were a shocking sight, making the onlookers' hearts race. To survive under the assault of thirty-two emperors, Sacred Body Ye Chen was indeed extraordinary.

The Ancient Sacred Body was invincible at the same level, but so were the thirty-two emperors.

Those who had risen against heaven to become emperors were all undefeated at their levels, their brilliance unmatched and flawless, or they could never have reached the peak of the Great Dao. Their power was beyond anyone's ability to withstand.

The thirty-two emperors attacked again, giving Ye Chen no chance to catch his breath.

Ye Chen went berserk, his vital energy surging and his origins roaring, every pore expelling bloodline power. From afar, he looked like a golden blaze illuminating the vast starry sky.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The starry sky shook once more, with visions of destruction appearing everywhere—stars crumbling, suns exploding, ultimate laws crisscrossing, and silent immortal light shooting out, turning that space into a realm of chaos. Space collapsed and reformed, only to collapse again, with icy, desolate cracks that could make one's mind blur with a single glance, as if ready to devour them.

Ye Chen fought bathed in blood, the thirty-two emperors too overwhelming. Each time he was surrounded, his sacred body was torn to pieces, no longer resembling a human form. Strands of sacred blood and fragments of sacred bone scattered across the stars, reduced to ash under the emperors' world-shaking assaults.

"At this rate, the Sacred Body is as good as dead!"

Many cultivators frowned, even those who had confidence in Ye Chen starting to think the same. Facing thirty-two emperors alone, the absolute suppression of their numbers meant a single moment of distraction could lead to eternal doom.

"Emperors shake the ancients and illuminate the present, never tasting defeat in their lives, let alone under the siege of thirty-two."

"The Sacred Body is in dire straits this time!"

"It's all because he was too heaven-defying—heaven won't tolerate him!"

Discussions erupted everywhere, filled with shock and sighs. Even Donghuang Taixin felt uncertain, as did Yue Guang by her side. Tianjiu furrowed his brow even deeper—could even an emperor of the same era withstand thirty-two emperors?

The faces of Xiao Yuan Huang and the others weren't much better; Ye Chen's tribulation was too terrifying. Facing thirty-two youthful emperors of the same level—how could anyone fight that?

"Die already!" Compared to the cultivators of the various heavens, the Honghuang race looked ferocious, grinning maliciously and gnashing their teeth. Each time Ye Chen spilled blood, it drove them into a frenzy. If he fell to the emperors' assault, it would save the Honghuang the trouble.

Boom!

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ye Chen plummeted from the stars, smashing the sky into collapse.

His condition was beyond words—his sacred body drenched in blood and bone, with multiple wounds exposing flesh and bone, even half his spine shattered. The gruesome hole in his chest still gushed sacred blood, and every scar was entwined with emperor laws that eroded his origins, making the wounds not only fail to heal but spread further.

"How about we get out of here?" Seeing Ye Chen beaten so badly, Yang Xuan coughed dryly. They were still inside Ye Chen's cauldron—if he died, so would they.

"Stay put." Shangguan Jiu said meaningfully. Being in the cauldron made them feel a chill all over; one misstep, and it could shatter, sending them all to the underworld together.

No one responded to those two.

Ye Ling clenched her fingers tightly, her knuckles turning white with worry.

The calmest one was Ji Ningshuang, her beautiful eyes filled with unwavering resolve from the start. She believed he could endure—it was the Sacred Lord of the Heavenly Court, the Tenth Emperor of Great Chu, who had slain true emperors before. How could he fall to emperor laws?

Not just her—Tang San Shao and Qin Xiong thought the same.

Though Ye Chen often engaged in deceitful schemes, when serious, he was absolutely formidable.

Beyond his shameless demeanor, he carried a belief from his very soul—an undefeatable conviction: where I stand, no one is invincible, even against thirty-two emperors.

As they spoke, the thirty-two emperors surrounded him again, offering no respite—they were determined to annihilate him.

Ye Chen clenched his jaw and soared into the sky, recovering from his wounds while erasing the killing intent in his body, not daring to be careless.

Having survived such divine punishments before, he knew this tribulation's terror.

The thirty-two emperors' formation was clearly unbeatable and wouldn't dissipate.

All he could do was hold on until the time limit ended, when the emperor laws would fade.

Realizing this, he stopped fighting head-on, relying more on mysterious evasion techniques to flee. And shamelessly, he headed straight toward the Honghuang side, darting into the crowds.

"Damn it!" The Honghuang race was furious enough to spit blood. They had been watching excitedly, but seeing Ye Chen rush toward them, they turned and fled. It wasn't fear of him, but of the thirty-two emperors—the heavenly tribulation wasn't over, so they could still be dragged in. Wherever Ye Chen went, destruction followed, more frightening than the tribulation's lightning.

As for the thirty-two emperors, they were manifestations of emperor laws, devoid of any consciousness, so they attacked indiscriminately.

The scene descended into chaos: the Honghuang fled, Ye Chen chased from behind, and the thirty-two emperors followed like shadows, sweeping through star domain after star domain, leaving devastation in their wake.

Bringing up the rear were the cultivators of the various heavens, who watched the Honghuang being wiped out in droves—it was incredibly satisfying.

Ancient Sacred Body Ye Chen not only held his ground but was also a master at scheming, with a real dedication to it. Even while barely surviving himself, he was plotting to drag others down.

"I'm wondering, if Lao Qi dies, what happens to his wives?"

"As his brothers, we have to take care of them."

"Chu Xuan is mine—I like the mature type."

"Then Xiao Luoxi is mine—I like the playful ones."

The two bantered back and forth, plotting their futures.

South Emperor Zhonghuang and the others glanced at them, especially focusing on their little brothers. If they kicked them, it would probably feel great, and the pig-like squeals would be quite pleasing.

In fact, they did kick them. You had to deal with shameless people like this—while their brother fought for his life, these two were dividing up his wives. It served them right, and if Ye Chen weren't in the midst of his tribulation, he'd string them up like kebabs.