Chapter 2132: The Dao of Supreme Heaven

Bang!

The starry sky trembled, and the Yandi emperor's body came to a stop, standing like a monumental stele at the end of time. His expression was wooden, his eyes vacant, oblivious to the fact that the land beneath him was once the dynasty he ruled. The emperor was long gone, leaving only this emperor's body.

With his arrival, the bloody battlefield fell silent as all eyes turned towards him.

Yandi, one of the one hundred and thirty emperors of Xuan Huang, was the longest-lived among them. He had defied the heavens to live a second life, and his power was awesome throughout the universe. No one had expected that the emperor's body from his first life still existed in the world, emerging at this critical juncture for the various heavens to repel the emperor from Tianmo Yu with a single palm.

"Is that Yandi?"

People's vision was blurred and hazy, making them feel an urge to kneel. What an honor it was to see an emperor from ancient times, even if it was just his emperor's body.

"No wonder we haven't seen Yandi's son."

The emperor's heirs murmured softly, staring blankly at the emperor's body, as if they could see through the exterior to the most fundamental essence—it was Xiaolu driving it.

"He has already performed a blood sacrifice of himself."

Many hearts ached with this understanding, knowing what it implied. It meant that in this great battle, win or lose, Yandi's son would inevitably meet his end.

"The various heavens are not without capable individuals."

Amidst the hushed discussions, a hoarse roar echoed across the starry sky. An old cultivator raised his blood-stained killing sword, his shout a soul-deep bellow.

"The various heavens are not without capable individuals."

His words stirred massive waves. Beings from the various heavens roared in unison, shaking the star domains and reigniting the dim light of hope in their eyes.

"How interesting."

Can Ye Mo Di chuckled sinisterly, watching Yandi with great interest. If ordinary people could recognize him as an emperor, there was no reason he couldn't see that his opponent wasn't a true emperor—just an emperor's body, imbued with an imperial dao inheritance and driven by a self-sacrificed fusion.

His laughter held a hint of excitement. In this realm where everyone seemed like ants, a worthy opponent had finally appeared, adding some amusement to this conquest.

Within the emperor's body, Xiaolu remained silent, simply looking at Can Ye Mo Di. Can Ye Mo Di's power was so immense that it made one's soul tremble. Even though Xiaolu was inside the emperor's body and protected by imperial weapons, this feeling persisted. It wasn't that the emperor's body was too weak—it was that Can Ye Mo Di was exceptionally strong, far beyond an ordinary great emperor.

In that moment, Xiaolu understood why Yandi had arranged for him to be unsealed in this era and left behind the emperor's body. It must have foreseen that the various heavens would face a great catastrophe, an invasion by the heavenly demons.

"The emperor's bodies of the various heavens would make excellent puppets."

Can Ye Mo Di smirked slightly.

"A one-on-one duel."

Yandi spoke flatly, though it was actually Xiaolu speaking.

With those words, he ascended into the sky like a beam of imperial light, soaring into the vast expanse to lure Can Ye Mo Di away to the battlefield reserved for emperors. Even if it meant the emperor's body crumbling to pieces or his own death, he would buy time for Ye Chen and fight for a clear and bright world for the myriad realms and all living beings.

This was the mission of an emperor and the destiny of an emperor's heir.

"A withered corpse dares to challenge an emperor?"

Can Ye Mo Di sneered coldly and pursued Yandi.

The two beams of imperial light shone brilliantly, dimming all other radiance in the world.

Under the watchful eyes of the people, one emperor's body and one emperor ascended to the pinnacle of the vast expanse, separated from the world by countless ages. It was as distant as a dream, visible but unattainable.

That was Da Dao Tai Shang Tian, a dim world resembling a spatial black hole, desolate and dark. It was the exclusive battlefield for emperors, accessible only to great emperors.

The two emperors stood on opposite sides—one like a majestic mountain, the other like an enduring stele—radiating the most dazzling light on Da Dao Tai Shang Tian, like two suns illuminating the myriad realms and various heavens.

Can Ye Mo Di laughed with amusement, casually stretching his neck and savoring the scent of Yandi. He intended to slaughter Yandi's bloodline, dismantle his imperial bones, and nail them to the peaks of the myriad realms, turning the ants' despair into the most exquisite chapter.

In contrast, Yandi's face remained emotionless, his vacant eyes occasionally flickering with imperial light before vanishing.

"If my father’s spirit is in the heavens, aid your child in this heaven-defying battle."

Xiaolu's inner thoughts resounded from within the emperor's body. His essence, bloodline, soul, divine treasury—everything, including his memories and consciousness—was offered as a sacrifice to the emperor's body. He hoped to awaken his father's awareness; the more it revived, the stronger the imperial dao combat power would become, truly enabling him to slay this emperor from Tianmo Yu.

The emperor's body trembled, shaking dust from its shoulders. Its wooden expression gained a touch of human emotion, and its vacant eyes sparkled with faint starlight, appearing intermittently.

Can Ye Mo Di stood still, watching with playful interest. The more the emperor's body revived its awareness, the more excited he became. In fact, he harbored a slight expectation that his opponent might be a true emperor rather than just an emperor's body.

Slaying an emperor's body brought no sense of accomplishment; slaying a true emperor would be far more entertaining.

Buzz!

Yandi's awareness slowly revived, unleashing a devastating pressure across Da Dao Tai Shang Tian. Wherever the imperial might passed, the heavens and earth inverted, yin and yang reversed, all laws became illusions, and even time stood still. The emperor's dao reigned supreme over the various heavens.

"You've barely qualified."

Can Ye Mo Di chuckled leisurely and finally stepped forward, shattering the great dao with one step and striking with a palm that disrupted space and time.

Yandi said nothing, countering with a palm infused with imperial dao principles, extinguishing the cycle of reincarnation.

Boom!

The two imperial seals collided, shattering the heavens and earth, as destructive halos spread in all directions, collapsing Da Dao Tai Shang Tian inch by inch.

When the two emperors were seen again, Can Ye Mo Di stood unmoved.

Yandi, however, staggered back, his imperial hand shattered, drops of imperial blood falling from Da Dao Tai Shang Tian. Each drop could crush ancient immortal domes. Though the emperor shook the ancients and dazzled the present, his blood carried destructive power, capable of instantly annihilating a quasi-emperor.

Yet, he was ultimately just an emperor's body, no match for a flawless emperor, defeated in a single move.

"How dull."

Can Ye Mo Di's eyes were full of contempt as he advanced with imperial dao demonic aura, wielding world-ending imperial might, piercing through the void with a finger that obliterated all in its path.

Yandi did not retreat, manifesting the great dao between his palms, transforming the heavens and earth into taiji, yin and yang into wuji, and fusing taiji and wuji into chaos. With one palm, he unleashed a realm of chaos.

Still, it was no match for Can Ye Mo Di's finger. The chaotic realm was pierced, and the domineering emperor's body was stabbed through with a gruesome blood hole, scattering blood and bones across Da Dao Tai Shang Tian.

Fight!

Xiaolu roared, fully merging into the emperor's body. It was the emperor's body fighting, but also him.

Can Ye Mo Di descended from the skies, backed by dark demonic lands, sweeping forth with imperial dao divine principles to attack Yandi. As a flawless great emperor, his assaults truly heralded the end of days.

The great battle erupted, shaking Da Dao Tai Shang Tian and resounding through the myriad realms.

One true emperor and one emperor's body engaged in a genuine imperial dao clash. Each collision brought forth destructive omens, with strands of imperial dao immortal light raining down, carrying extreme imperial might and crushing swaths of star fields. No one dared to watch from nearby—not even quasi-emperor's could withstand the imperial dao laws.

It was clear that Yandi's emperor's body was at an absolute disadvantage, whether in power, speed, or fundamental dao principles, all suppressed by Can Ye Mo Di. Imperial blood stained the imperial battlefield, and several times it nearly perished in Da Dao Tai Shang Tian.

"Is this truly the peak of the imperial dao?"

Gazing into the distance, Tianjiu murmured, realizing the vast gulf between himself and Can Ye Mo Di.

His state of mind reflected that of the crowd. If Can Ye Mo Di had fought like this from the start, most of them would have already fallen in the star fields. Now they understood they were far from qualifying to make an emperor take them seriously. Even an emperor's body couldn't stand against him, let alone imagine how terrifying this Tianmo Yu emperor was.

"An emperor's body is not the same as an emperor."

Xichen took a deep breath.

"Only partially revived awareness—how can it rival a flawless emperor?"

Sheng Xiao Xie spat blood from the corner of his mouth. "What a pity the emperor has fallen for eons. If Yandi were still alive, what fear would we have of the heavenly demon emperor?"

Pfft!

Under the gaze of the masses, Yandi spat blood again, struck by an imperial dao immortal technique, his emperor's body nearly exploding.

Can Ye Mo Di, however, remained unharmed, watching him with cruel amusement.

Fight!

Xiaolu's shout shook the heavens as he dragged his blood-drenched emperor's body to attack Can Ye Mo Di once more, his back appearing desolate and aged.

In that instant, the eyes of the various heavens' cultivators grew moist.

The once-supreme emperor, a ruler of the world and a symbol of an era, now reduced to a single emperor's body, still fighting—for the various heavens and for all living beings—until the last drop of imperial blood was burned.

Fight!

The cultivators of the various heavens roared, charging at the heavenly demons. If the emperor's body was fighting, how could they rest?

Fight!

The roars shook the universe as the beings of the myriad realms ignited their battle blood. The heavenly demons had an emperor, and so did the various heavens—even if it was just an emperor's body, it still overlooked the ages. The outcome of this immortal-demon war was yet to be determined.

Kill!

The heavenly demons gathered like an endless ocean, each like a devil, licking their crimson tongues and baring their sharp teeth, devouring the star fields and the living beings alike.

"Destroy the Qing Tian Mo Zhu."

Tianjiu and his four companions turned as one, heading straight for the Bing Yu entrance.

"Stop them!"

Millions upon millions of heavenly demons swarmed from all sides, deploying void killing formations, terrifying weapons, and secret arts that blanketed the sky, intent on crushing everyone.

"Gods will be slain as gods."

Tianjiu bellowed resoundingly, activating his imperial weapon, while Xichen and the other four followed suit, raising their imperial weapons to the skies and clearing a path with beams of imperial light.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Dark blood sprayed as swarms of heavenly demons turned to blood mist. They were no match for these foes—if they couldn't handle the minions after failing against the great emperor, what was the point?

The bloody scene was utterly chaotic.

The five advanced unstoppably, the men like war gods of the eight wastelands, the women like peerless immortal mothers, carving a blood-soaked path through the stars. Neither heavenly demon generals nor soldiers could halt their steps or withstand a single strike from the imperial weapons.

"Emperor's heirs, follow me!"

Xichen swung his sword, cleaving a blood path, and was the first to enter Bing Yu. He knew its layout best, making him the ideal guide.

No sooner had he spoken than beams of divine light shot into Bing Yu, each carrying a figure—Tian Shuo, Feng Yu, Li Feng Qiu, Mu Yang, Zi Yu, and others—all elite emperor's heirs, each wielding an imperial weapon. Sending Ye Chen alone to destroy the Qing Tian Mo Zhu was a slim chance; they would be his aid, fighting all the way to the end of Bing Yu to assault the Qing Tian Mo Zhu.

As for Tianjiu, Yue Huang, Dong Huang Tai Xin, and Sheng Xiao Xie, they did not enter Bing Yu but guarded the entrance, covering for the emperor's heirs. Most importantly, if Yandi fell, these four would confront Can Ye Mo Di again, buying time for those who had entered Bing Yu.