Chapter 2138: Death's Gaze

Chapter 2138: Death Gaze

Buzz!

The Qingtian Mozhu trembled, perhaps sensing the threat, buzzing loudly as imperial might spread from within it, carrying destructive power that crushed inch by inch of space, attempting to block Ye Chen.

Buzz!

The Xianwu Dijian also rang out, radiating brilliant immortal light, shielding Ye Chen from the demonic pillar's imperial might.

At a distance of merely 0.1 inch from the Qingtian Mozhu, Ye Chen peered through it and saw a pair of enormous, blood-red eyes, vast and desolate, with destructive visions manifesting within them. They flickered with cold imperial light, staring fixedly at him—it was the emperor's gaze, the gaze of death.

Ye Chen knew full well that it was another emperor from the Tianmo Yu, on the verge of descending.

Unfortunately, that emperor had no chance. Ye Chen's head had already collided with the Qingtian Mozhu, cracking its dark, hardened surface. Centered on that crack, fissures rapidly spread across the entire pillar.

Damn it!

A thunderous roar echoed from within the pillar, coming from that Tianmo Yu emperor. He had been just a hairsbreadth away from ruling over all heavens, yet the Qingtian Mozhu had been shattered by Ye Chen.

Boom!

A tremendous rumbling erupted, like ancient thunder resounding through the myriad domains and immortal skies. The Qingtian Mozhu collapsed spectacularly, disintegrating into dust inch by inch. The foundation of the demons in the heavens shattered instantly.

At once, the heavens and earth shook as a dark halo spread infinitely from the Ice Domain toward all heavens.

No... no no!

The world was filled with terrified screams—desperate roars from the demon soldiers and generals. They fled in droves, but the dark halo was like a hand of annihilation, turning every demon soldier and general it touched into ash in an instant. With their foundational roots destroyed, none could escape judgment, as one wave after another was obliterated.

No... no no!

Even the Can Ye Mo Di, still locked in battle, was not spared. His imperial form buzzed and trembled, forcing him to stagger backward unsteadily. His imperial eyes bulged, pupils contracting in sheer terror. What good was being an emperor, or even a peak emperor, without their source foundation? He faced destruction all the same.

In merely a moment, his imperial cultivation plummeted a level, and his demonic form cracked inch by inch.

Blood for blood!

Yan Di roared, and his son bellowed as well. The emperor and his heir charged forward with their swords, one blade infused with imperial dao principles, bolstered by the beliefs of all living beings, and offered as a sacrifice of their lifelong achievements. This was the ultimate imperial killing strike, a sword of devastating power that obliterated all in its path.

Pfft!

Imperial blood splattered, staining the Taishang Heaven. Yan Di's sword pierced straight through the Can Ye Mo Di.

In that same instant, Yan Di's imperial dao principles flowed through his imperial sword into the Can Ye Mo Di's body. Strands of imperial dao script, entwined with immortal light, etched themselves onto the Can Ye Mo Di's imperial bones, triggering a surge of destructive force that ignited Yan Di's principles.

No... no no!

The Can Ye Mo Di howled, trying to expel Yan Di's principles, but to no avail. His imperial bones shattered piece by piece, and his entire demonic imperial form, including his imperial dao primordial spirit, exploded in the midst of his screams.

In his final moments, the emperor finally understood regret—regret for overestimating his own strength, regret for underestimating the ants. Thus, a situation of absolute dominance had been turned into utter disaster by him, burying the demon army and his own imperial form. The supreme Can Ye Great Emperor, the flawless sovereign, had become the most laughable joke in this small realm of heavens.

Ah...!

With his last roar, the Can Ye Mo Di vanished into dust, collapsing the Taishang Heaven.

We won!

Donghuang Tai Xin smiled wearily, her graceful figure stained with fresh blood. The divine generals, royals, and saintly venerables were the same, their bodies covered in wounds as they gripped their blood-dripping imperial swords. At the entrance to the Ice Domain, they wavered on their feet, having blocked millions of demons for the heavenly emperors' heirs, fighting nearly to extinction.

We won!

In the heavens' fire domain, Xi Chen dragged his blood-soaked body, staggering forward and leaving a trail of bloody footprints with every step. The child of the realm was no empty title; even on the brink of death, he had slain nine great demon lords.

We won!

On the Youming Continent, Xie Mo clutched his bleeding shoulder, barely staying upright. The entire myriad domains of heavens were at war, and the spirits of malice and evil gods were no exception. He stood alone in the starry sky, slaughtering demons until their corpses piled like mountains and blood flowed like rivers, defending this vast and beautiful land as a friend of the Hong Lian Nu Di.

We won!

In the heavens' Ice Domain, the heirs of the heavenly emperors teared up, their imperial forms having not disappointed the common people. They, too, had not failed the people's trust, completing that heaven-defying mission.

We won!

Seeing the emperor's destruction, the common people of the myriad domains raised their weapons, screaming hysterically with blood streaming down their faces. The beliefs of the masses had coalesced into a glimmer of hope, winning this great war between immortals and demons.

Yan Di smiled, his expression worn and desolate, his imperial form swaying and drenched in his own blood as he fell from the Taishang Heaven. In mid-fall, his imperial form disintegrated inch by inch. With the Can Ye Mo Di's demise, he too could not escape this calamity.

In his final moment, the smiles of the emperor and his heir were weary yet gentle.

They ruled over all spirits, shaking the ancients and illuminating the present. Whether their imperial forms or their heirs, they had not shamed the emperor's prestige. They were the guardians of the common people, bearing the beliefs of all.

We bid farewell to the great emperor!

The common people of the myriad domains stepped forward as one, bowing in respect to see off the emperor and his heir.

Yan Di smiled and waved farewell with his back turned. The legends and myths of the emperor faded with his form into historical dust, but his silhouette would be eternally etched in the hearts of the people.

The Ice Domain was a scene of utter devastation, with not a single intact mountain left and rivers running red with blood.

The heirs of the heavenly emperors supported one another, their figures bathed in the dawn of hope as they walked across the vast land, their backs stained with fresh blood and leaving a trail of red footprints behind.

"This is the first time you've carried me," Ji Ning Shuang murmured softly, her pale cheek gently resting on Ye Chen's back, her words full of a wife's tender affection, warm and comforting. If anyone had suffered the most, it was Dong Shen Yao Chi, who had battled thirty-two emperors—an ordeal that had nearly cost her life.

Ye Chen smiled, his expression full of a husband's warmth, each step firm and resolute.

"Beauty, do you have time tonight? How about we find a spot to chat about life's ideals?" At Ye Chen's side, the Sheng Zhan Fa Shen was there too, carrying a woman—none other than Bei Sheng from the Xuan Huang. She had been gravely wounded, clashing with the Jiu Huang Great Emperor in the heavenly tribulation and fighting nearly to death.

She ignored the Sheng Zhan Fa Shen's words entirely, her face deathly pale and her eyes hazy with exhaustion. From time to time, she glanced sideways at Ye Chen's true self and at Ji Ning Shuang on his back. The two of them were truly a match made in heaven.

"I'm just a dharma body, it's true, but I know everything the original does."

"I look exactly like the original—who I sleep with doesn't matter."

"My skills in bed are top-notch too."

The Sheng Zhan Fa Shen kept chattering away, one line after another without pause.

As for Bei Sheng, she didn't respond at all. It was a good thing she was too injured to stand; otherwise, she would have gotten up and beaten the Sheng Zhan Fa Shen senseless—and probably kicked Ye Chen's true self a couple of times for good measure. After all, he had undressed her back then and never thought to take responsibility?

Elsewhere, the scene was equally heartwarming. Chen Yi carried Xiao Jiu Xian, Long Jie carried the Ling Zu Shen Nu, the Wu Zu Shen Zi carried the Gu Zu Shen Nu, and Nan Di carried the Zhu Que. Each pair whispered ancient words of love, laced with the women's tender feelings.

"I can't stand all this showing off—it's annoying," Kui Niu grumbled.

"Boss, how about you carry me too?" Xiao Yuan Huang said tearfully. He was the only one sprawled on the ground among the group, badly injured and being dragged along by one leg by Kui Niu. It wasn't an exaggeration to say his monkey fur was nearly worn bald from the ordeal.

"Carry your sister," Kui Niu snapped, continuing to drag him without a hint of sympathy.

"I get those pairs, but what about this combination?" Tian Shuo stroked his chin, glancing at Ye Chen and Ji Ning Shuang before his eyes settled on Wu Qing.

The silent Xuanyuan Di Zi was carrying a severely wounded woman. At first glance, she was quite beautiful, and upon closer look, even more so. Wasn't she Yao Xin, the divine maiden of Yao Chi?

"Quiet guy like him, and he still manages to win over a girl?" Ri Yue Shen Zi Zhi Yan sighed in amazement.

"If the Yao Chi Xian Mu knew, she'd be thrilled," Dong Zhou Wu Wang Song Yu said meaningfully.

As soon as he spoke, everyone's expressions grew more suggestive.

Thinking about it, the previous Yao Chi divine maiden had been swept away by Ye Chen, and now the new one was well on her way to the same fate. Who wouldn't be frustrated by that?

It was a good thing the Yao Chi Xian Mu was still in her tribulation; otherwise, she would have lost her temper. What are you all doing? There are so many women in the world, and you pick ours? Have you no decency?

Should we snatch another Yao Chi divine maiden if one appears?

After a moment of silence, the group exchanged glances, sharing a tacit understanding. The Yao Chi sacred ground was full of stunning beauties, each more gorgeous than the last. If they could pull it off, why not?

As they left the Ice Domain, everyone's expressions turned somber.

Joking aside, the pain was real.

The flames of war had swept across the myriad domains of heavens, making this immortal-demon war unimaginably brutal. Yan Di's imperial form was destroyed, his heir had fallen, and countless others had died—innumerable ancestors and descendants buried in foreign lands, some without even leaving a name. Too many lineages had been extinguished in this war, their legacies cut off. The blood-soaked heavens were beyond words to describe the tragedy.

Wails echoed through the starry sky as people searched for their loved ones amid mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

The group fell silent, their grief mingled with righteous fury.

That anger was directed at the Honghuang Zu. If the Honghuang Zu had joined the fight, the heavens wouldn't have suffered so terribly. They had truly forged a bloody wall with their flesh and blood for the common people of the myriad domains.

Their fury was also aimed at Ming Di and Di Huang.

This immortal-demon war had been witnessed from start to finish by these two supreme beings.

Throughout, they had seen no aid from the Honghuang Zu—not a single soldier or pawn. Instead, they had merely observed, savoring the bloody scenes as if they were masterpieces. In their eyes, those visions were truly captivating, and they could even glimpse the smug smiles on the Honghuang Zu's faces.

"Inside are the hiding places of the various Honghuang Zu clans, with all spatial coordinates marked," Ming Di said, handing a jade slip to Di Huang. "When you return to the heavens one day, deal with them one by one."

Di Huang took it without a word, his golden eyes flashing with cold light. He could hardly wait to return to the heavens and settle accounts with the Honghuang Zu. As a fully realized Huanggu Shengti, who among the Honghuang Zu could stand against him?