Chapter 2126: Come Back, Please

Gazing at the Tian Ming Two Realms, Can Ye Mo Di let out a sinister laugh, his slightly upturned lips a blatant provocation. With two emperors and a Da Cheng Sheng Ti on their side, what of it? In the end, they could not save the Zhu Tian.

Di Huang clenched his golden fists tightly, Ming Di's eyes flashed with cold light, and Dao Zu was overflowing with killing intent. Yet, the three supreme beings dared not break the barrier, for if they did, the Zhu Tian would face the entire Tian Mo Domain.

Can Ye Mo Di simply laughed without speaking, plunging the vast starry sky into a deathly silence.

All the Zhu Tian cultivators fell silent, their eyes bloodshot. The combination from the days of Dou Di, such as the Di Zun Shen Jiang and the great Chu Huang Zhe, was not fully assembled. With the Zhu Tian so weakened, how could they stop a Tian Mo Great Emperor?

"Zhan Bu Mie," Tian Jiu said wearily, murmuring it more than once. The current Can Ye Mo Di was more terrifying than the Tian Mo Emperor who had invaded Da Chu in the past, far surpassing a mere Tian Mo Dao Shen Di. With the Zhu Tian's current forces, it was impossible to hold him back, for they lacked peak-level experts. Even powerful Shen Jiang needed assistance, and domineering Huang Zhe needed help as well.

Unfortunately, the Zhu Tian was at its weakest moment. There were scarcely any who could contend with a Great Emperor, let alone assemble a full Dou Di combination, much less slaughter a supreme being.

Yue Huang felt the same, her face pale. The peerless queen paled in comparison before an emperor. Even if the Nine Huang were present, they could not extinguish Can Ye Mo Di. A complete Great Emperor was far too formidable.

"Beg you, come back quickly," Dong Huang Tai Xin murmured, her divine aura diminished, replaced by a woman's vulnerability. She desperately hoped for the Jian Shen's return, pleading intensely.

In that instant, the Shen Jiang called out, the Huang Zhe called out, or rather, the entire Wan Yu Zhu Tian called out, summoning the peak Zhun Di, wishing they could defy the heavens, break free from calamity, and save the common people once more. The Zhu Tian, scarred and battered, could no longer withstand the flames of Tian Mo war.

Yet, the calls of the world went unanswered. In their eyes, the Zhu Tian had grown dark and hopeless, with no glimmer of dawn in sight, as if destruction loomed in the next second. Despair flooded the hearts of the people, and the black curtain of the apocalypse shrouded the path ahead.

"Is there still hope?" Ji Ning Shuang whispered, addressing Ye Chen.

"The Zhu Tian's destiny endures with great righteousness," Ye Chen replied resolutely, his gaze firm from beginning to end. It was an unyielding belief. Through countless vicissitudes, the Zhu Tian had weathered innumerable trials, and even in the most difficult times, it had persevered. This time would be no different.

Moreover, the Zhu Tian was not without hope. He still had a chance, and so did the Wan Yu common people. A spark of hope in despair could ignite endless possibilities.

"I believe," Ji Ning Shuang said with a gentle smile, her eyes shining with the same firmness as Ye Chen's. As his wife, her husband's conviction was also hers.

Though the two remained steadfast, the Zhu Tian cultivators were not optimistic. Many weapons had slipped from hands unnoticed, and they dared not look at the emperor, their trembling spirits impossible to calm.

In contrast, the Tian Mo's ferocious laughter was chilling, as they savored the desperate faces opposite them, more delightful than any agonized scream.

On his throne, Can Ye Mo Di finally withdrew his imperial gaze from the Tian Ming Two Realms and said mockingly, "How boring."

This remark was directed at the Zhu Tian. From the moment he descended, he had seen through their secrets and the tides of calamity. Over eighty percent of the peak experts were still enduring hardships, making the Zhu Tian so feeble that it offered no challenge. For a Great Emperor like him, it held no thrill—destroying them too easily would be utterly tedious.

Suddenly, he slightly raised his hand, his every move tugging at the hearts of the Zhu Tian people. With a casual wave, the entire Tian Mo army would surge like a tide. Without the emperor lifting a finger, the army alone could sweep through the Zhu Tian. A tenfold suppression in power meant every person in the Zhu Tian would have to fight ten at once—clearly, an impossible feat.

The Tian Mo soldiers and generals bared their savage light, licking their blood-red tongues, weapons in hand as they unleashed torrents of demonic energy. Their war spears gleamed with demonic glow, awaiting the emperor's command.

The Zhu Tian cultivators collectively gripped their weapons, their momentum rising for a final stand.

However, Can Ye Mo Di's raised hand did not fall; it hovered in mid-air. His imperial eyes narrowed slightly as he peered through the void at Ye Chen. As an emperor, how could he fail to detect the imperial demonic aura within Ye Chen? In other words, this minor Da Sheng had once slain a Great Emperor from the Tian Mo Domain. What surprised him most was that, with his vision, he could not see through Ye Chen, obscured by some mysterious force that veiled his secrets.

This piqued his intense interest, making him forget even the order to attack. Emperors could be curious too—what circumstances had led a Tian Mo Domain emperor to fall to an ant like Ye Chen? And how had that ant slain a Tian Mo emperor?

Stared at by the emperor, Ye Chen felt a bone-chilling cold, as if plunged into an abyss with no hope of escape.

"There's actually another Sheng Ti with eight great轮回—how intriguing," Can Ye Mo Di laughed demonically, extending his imperial hand across the vast distance toward Ye Chen. The hand covered the heavens and earth, its latent imperial might freezing the starry sky, rendering all laws illusory.

Ye Chen's expression turned stern, his imperial sword humming as he empowered it with imperial Dao laws. Though he had broken his restraints, the approaching imperial hand did not stop, descending from the skies and causing the star dome to collapse inch by inch. Swaths of cultivators were crushed into blood mist—without imperial weapons for protection, who could withstand such pressure?

Even Ye Chen was forced to his knees, legs bending, saved only by the imperial sword propping him up.

Dong Huang Tai Xin snorted coldly and stepped forward through the air, her palm manifesting imperial Dao divine abilities to block the strike for Ye Chen. Tian Jiu the Shen Jiang and Yue Huang followed suit, unleashing imperial Dao immortal arts.

Yet, someone was faster than them—the Son of the Plane. With one step, he crossed the void and used a heaven-defying immortal art to carve out a brilliant immortal river, truly repelling the emperor's hand.

For this, he suffered backlash, coughing up blood violently. Already gravely injured and with his combat power greatly diminished, managing to withstand the emperor's palm was a heaven-defying feat. As a supreme giant, how could he not know Ye Chen's importance? The Sheng Ti lineage was the savior lineage—whoever else could die, Ye Chen could not. In a certain sense, one Sheng Ti could turn the tide of battle, as proven in previous Tian Mo invasions. The Sheng Ti Ye Chen truly possessed the divine power to reverse calamity.

Can Ye Mo Di sneered, unangered, and casually waved his hand, chuckling darkly, "Capture him alive."

At his command, the Tian Mo army moved in unison, a vast black tide like an endless ocean surging toward the Zhu Tian cultivators. Rolling demonic fog engulfed swaths of starry sky, their eyes glowing green as they viewed the Zhu Tian people as prey to devour whole. Their morale soared, for with the emperor presiding, it was their greatest advantage.

In contrast, the Zhu Tian's fighting spirit was extremely low, seeing no dawn of hope. Too many eyes were dim, for the Tian Mo had a Great Emperor while the Zhu Tian did not—what could they fight with?

"The worst is just death—fight!" Kui Niu roared, charging first with his imperial weapon battle axe empowered, instantly sweeping away a swath of leading Tian Mo soldiers.

"Fight!" Xiao Yuan Huang bellowed, following Kui Niu. Normally unreliable and shameless, he was fiercely resolute in earnest. After all, as a descendant of the Dou Zhan Sheng Huang, when had he ever backed down? He wouldn't face his Sheng Huang ancestor without killing his fill.

"Fight!" The Zhu Tian Di Zi shouted in unison, fusing with imperial weapons as they attacked the Tian Mo. The imperial Dao inheritances all bore their forebears' glory—even in death, they could not disgrace the emperor's name.

The charge of the imperial Dao inheritances reignited the Zhu Tian's will to fight. Stagnant blood boiled in an instant, and many picked up their weapons again, charging forward relentlessly toward the Tian Mo. As Kui Niu had said, the worst was death, but it couldn't be in vain—they had to take Tian Mo down with them.

Overlooking the starry sky, the two oceans collided, and blood flowed in waves. Whether Tian Mo army or Zhu Tian cultivators, they turned to blood mist in droves. Lives were as worthless as grass, and the rolling blood fog obscured the vast cosmos.

"Capture the Sheng Ti alive!" Amid the battle cries, this roar was the loudest, as swaths of Tian Mo soldiers surged toward Ye Chen. It was the emperor's order, after all—if done well, the Great Emperor was watching. Such a prime opportunity for merit could not be stolen by others.

"Catch your sister," Ye Chen cursed fiercely, his sword sweeping away a horde.

"Suppress!" A Tian Mo Jiang attacked, activating a demonic seal that pressed down from the heavens.

Ye Chen wasted no words, responding with his most powerful strike—a single punch shattering eight directions and exploding the demonic seal. The Tian Mo suffered backlash and was flung back, but before it could steady itself, Ye Chen was upon it, his sword like a storm piercing its skull. Pierced by the imperial sword, it perished on the spot, its soul scattered.

"Seal for me!" Three Tian Mo Jiang joined forces, each forming seals to cast a forbidden array.

But such an array was child's play before Ye Chen. His imperial Dao Fu Xi was not honed in vain—he could break arrays as easily as he formed them, shattering it in mere moments.

"Where do you think you're going?" The three Tian Mo Jiang shouted, surrounding him from three sides, yet didn't dare deliver a killing blow.

They held back, but Ye Chen did not. Empowering his Dao sword with the imperial sword, he split the first Tian Mo Jiang in half, followed by a backhand punch that obliterated the second. The third fared worst, rushing in only to collide with nine divine curses head-on, slain instantly.

"Capture him alive!" More Tian Mo soldiers charged, blanketing the sky and engulfing Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's mind stirred, opening his divine treasury to summon eight ten-thousand-zhang golden dragons. Each one swung its tail dominantly, crushing the attacking Tian Mo in waves.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Ye Chen unleashed his divine might, wielding the imperial sword and driving the eight heavenly dragons, slashing and crushing all in his path, leaving bloodbaths everywhere. As expected, the eight heavenly dragons were perfect for group battles—no one could approach him. Any who charged were ground to pieces—a Da Sheng-level Sheng Ti was no joke, especially with an imperial weapon's boost. Only a Tian Mo emperor or Mo Jun could truly harm him; these minions were far from sufficient.

His battlefield was the most intense, taking on ten or even a hundred with ease. The Da Chu Huang Zhe were savvy too, swarming where the numbers were, for crushing lives came without consequence.

The Tian Mo soldiers were miserable, bound by the emperor's order not to kill, which gave Ye Chen the perfect opening to slaughter freely. Capturing a living Sheng Ti would cost them in blood.

"How interesting," Can Ye Mo Di laughed playfully, not joining the fight but reclining comfortably on his throne, watching with great interest—especially the Sheng Ti Ye Chen.

He fixed his gaze on Ye Chen, while Dong Huang Tai Xin and the other peak Zhun Di watched him during their battles. Should he make a move, the Zhu Tian's Zhun Di would strike first, fighting with their lives.

With Can Ye Mo Di not participating, this state was ideal, buying more time—even a moment could hold out until the Huang Zhe and Shen Jiang returned against the heavens.

Ming Di, Di Huang, and Dao Zu could guess their thoughts, but the three supreme beings knew that prolonging the time might not favor the Zhu Tian. After all, the Qing Tian Mo Zhu still stood, and other Tian Mo Great Emperors could arrive, dooming the Wan Yu Zhu Tian.

The three supreme beings understood this, and so did Dong Huang Tai Xin and the others, but what could they do? With Can Ye Mo Di blocking the way, who could break through? Even if they did, reaching the Qing Tian Mo Zhu was unlikely, for the guardians there were no fewer than here.

Thus, they could only gamble, betting on the Jian Shen and others returning first—it was their only option.