Chapter 2161: Becoming the Heavenly Demon

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The purple-haired elder, Zi Fa Lao Zhe, had disheveled hair and looked utterly deranged. His pitch-black demonic hand reached out through the air, his face twisted in a grotesque manner, with fangs emerging from his mouth that gleamed with a sinister, eerie light.

Ye Chen's expression turned solemn as he swiftly retreated.

Although he escaped, the ox, dog, pig, and sheep were not so lucky. Under the palm of a Zhun Sheng, they were as insignificant as ants. The elder's palm strike hadn't even fully landed before they were collectively reduced to ashes.

With all other living beings destroyed, only Ye Chen remained in the underground palace.

The elder grinned maliciously, licking his crimson tongue, and advanced step by step toward Ye Chen, treating him like prey. His footsteps were heavy, each one causing the ground to shake with a resounding thud. He was no longer simply corrupted by demons; he had fully transformed into a Tian Mo, driven by the essence of the Tian Mo.

Ye Chen stepped back steadily, and after retreating, he turned and bolted.

Along the way, he cursed the ancestors of the Nu Sheng Ti eighteen generations over. You wasteful woman, you sealed my cultivation, forcing me, a majestic Huang Gu Sheng Ti at the Great Saint realm, to be chased by a mere Zhun Sheng. My renowned reputation is utterly ruined.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Deafening roars echoed through the underground palace. The mindless Zi Fa Lao Zhe charged and attacked relentlessly, smashing through the stone pillars one after another without a care.

As for the Tenth Emperor of Great Chu, he was scrambling in utter disgrace, his dignity completely shattered.

This wasn't entirely his fault. Apart from his physical body, everything else was sealed. Facing a Zhun Sheng who had become a Tian Mo, what choice did he have but to run? And run fast. If his legs cramped up, the Zi Fa Lao Zhe would tear him to pieces.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The Zi Fa Lao Zhe pursued, unleashing a torrent of demonic aura that swept everything in its path. Within the rolling demonic energy, countless spirits had been devoured, with vengeful ghosts howling in agony, their cries fierce and menacing, disrupting the mind.

"Beautiful senior!"

Ye Chen didn't dare stop, fleeing while shouting at the top of his lungs.

His call received no response.

"Bei Sheng!" Ye Chen yelled even louder, like a wolf howling.

Still, there was no answer.

"Xi Chen!" Ye Chen called out again, his figure in disarray.

Unfortunately, it remained silent.

The Zi Fa Lao Zhe caught up and swept out with a palm. The clever Young Master Ye was instantly sent flying, crashing through the roof of the underground palace and out into the open air. Then, he collided with a small mountain peak, causing it to collapse with a tremendous boom. He wasn't seriously injured—his cultivation was sealed, but the strength of his Huang Gu Sheng Ti remained. Otherwise, he would have been ground to dust.

Thud!

Amid the flying debris, Ye Chen staggered to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

This blood wasn't from wounds; it was from sheer anger. Normally, they were all hovering around him, but at the critical moment, not a single one could be found. They all dropped the ball.

Bang!

The elder arrived shortly after, stomping down a mountain ridge and pressing a palm toward Ye Chen.

A Tian Mo at the Zhun Sheng level made for a devastating palm strike. The already fragile void space shattered inch by inch under the pressure, powerful enough to instantly obliterate an emperor-level expert.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and stepped forward, raising both hands to hold up the palm strike. He managed to withstand it, but it forced his legs to bend, and he vomited blood violently from the shock.

No wonder he was an emperor. Even with his powers sealed and no cultivation or realm, his foundation remained. In this state, being able to block a Zhun Sheng's palm was enough to overshadow all heavens.

Ye Chen's resistance enraged the elder, who opened his mouth and spewed out a wisp of black demonic mist. It transformed into a vast demonic sea that surged forth, engulfing the sky and earth in an instant, swallowing Ye Chen whole.

This time, Ye Chen couldn't hold out.

The demonic sea's devouring force was terrifying, constantly draining his blood and vital energy. At this rate, in just three to five moments, his Huang Gu Sheng Ti would be reduced to a dried corpse.

Buzz!

In the moment of crisis, a glow of immortal light manifested at his brow. Then, the seal imposed by the Nu Sheng Ti unexpectedly lifted on its own, restoring his cultivation and realm in an instant.

"I just knew it! You couldn't bear to let me die."

Ye Chen laughed, flashing two rows of white teeth, his eyes shining brightly. His surging vital energy formed a golden divine sea, pulverizing the black demonic sea into nothingness.

Kill!

The elder, devoid of any intellect and knowing no fear, shot thunderous beams from his eyes and lunged at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen snorted coldly and waved his hand, trapping the elder in place.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The elder, like a vessel for vengeful spirits, roared with howls of ghosts mixed in.

Ye Chen said nothing, merely observing intently.

The current Zi Fa Lao Zhe was identical to Yan Lao Dao in nature, both tainted by the unerasable Tian Mo essence. In other words, he had become a true Tian Mo, completely overtaken by its source.

Ye Chen felt no pity and struck with a palm, erasing the elder. For the elder, this might have been a release. As a villainous alchemist who had slaughtered countless lives, he deserved to die.

With the elder destroyed, only his true fire remained, which Ye Chen absorbed into his dantian.

This foundational true fire possessed its own intelligence. Without needing Ye Chen to coax it or the immortal fire to intimidate it, it willingly merged, and the process went more smoothly than expected.

After a final glance, Ye Chen turned and vanished, heading straight for the ancient city where Situ Kang was located.

The journey was peaceful, and he didn't encounter the Nu Sheng Ti again. This made him even more curious about the earlier thunderous boom. Thinking back to the Nu Sheng Ti's urgent expression, he wondered.

Was it a rare treasure emerging? Or perhaps an entrance to the Taigu Honghuang?

Ye Chen pondered in his mind, stroking his chin in thought. He felt the latter was more plausible. In his view, only an entrance to the Taigu Honghuang could truly stir the Nu Sheng Ti's heart.

As he mused, the ancient city came into view.

Returning after several months, Ye Chen furrowed his brow. The city had become a ruin, thick with the stench of blood, and from a distance, he could see billowing blood mist.

The scene was clear: chaos had erupted here.

Ye Chen arrived in the sky, hovering in the void and surveying below.

The ancient city was in utter disarray, a picture of devastation. Not a single palace or pavilion remained intact—some had collapsed, others crumbled. The streets were littered with bricks, tiles, and fragments, with bodies strewn everywhere in grotesque positions, as if a god of slaughter had rampaged through. The blood soaked everything, even making Ye Chen feel a chill.

Ye Chen extended his divine sense but couldn't find Situ Kang, the woman from the Huo Yu, or Bei Sheng.

Without hesitation, he performed the Zhou Tian Evolution technique to trace the origins.

In the haze, he witnessed a horrific scene: a girl with full head of red hair, wielding a blood-stained broken sword, slaughtering living beings like a female demon, killing without mercy. The city's inhabitants, whether cultivators or spirit beasts, suffered massive casualties.

Ye Chen's face darkened. How could he not recognize her? It was Bei Sheng.

More precisely, it was Bei Sheng in her Tian Mo state, fully corrupted by the Tian Mo essence, transformed into a Tian Mo. With a damaged imperial weapon in hand, no one could stand against her.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Suddenly, thunderous booms came from the distance, indicating a massive battle.

Ye Chen rushed toward the source.

The path was stained with blood, the vast land covered in corpses, and blood mist shrouded half the sky—all courtesy of Bei Sheng. She had killed so many that mountains of bodies and rivers of blood formed.

Damned Tian Mo essence!

Ye Chen's eyes flashed with cold light, his fists clenched until they bled. He never expected Bei Sheng to turn into a Tian Mo so quickly. If he had known, he would have sealed her in advance.

He sped like a divine ray, drawing closer to the epicenter of the roars.

It was a mountain range, where peaks were collapsing one by one. Through the blood mist, he could clearly see Bei Sheng, her blood-colored hair fluttering, strands of crimson piercing the eye.

Ye Chen's vital energy surged, and with a few steps of shrinking the ground into inches, he charged into the mountains.

In the mountains, there were many people, old and young, all covered in blood and staggering, barely able to stand. Situ Kang and the woman from the Huo Yu were there too, both severely wounded. It seemed they had been pursued by the Tian Mo Bei Sheng all the way here.

Currently battling Bei Sheng was a white-robed elder.

Though at the Zhun Di level, the white-robed elder was no match for Bei Sheng. As an emperor's child at the Great Saint realm, armed with a damaged imperial weapon, even a peak Zhun Di might struggle, let alone one at the fourth heaven of Zhun Di. He was being overpowered, his aged body drenched in blood and bones exposed. The most striking wound was a bowl-sized hole in his chest.

When Ye Chen arrived, the white-robed elder spat blood again.

Bei Sheng let out a eerie laugh, terrifying as a female demon, swinging her damaged imperial weapon to unleash a blood-colored immortal river—a deadly divine ability aimed at obliterating the white-robed elder.

Ye Chen moved like a phantom, ascending to the void. With a golden hand sweeping across, he erased the blood-colored immortal river. At the same time, he flicked his hand, sending a gentle force to push the white-robed elder away.

"Sheng Zhu?"

Situ Kang spotted him, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"The Huang Gu Sheng Ti?"

The white-robed elder was also stunned. He had never seen Ye Chen's true form but recognized the blood of the Sheng Ti—golden and authentic.

As he spoke, the people in the mountains all looked up, their expressions dazed.

The legends of Sheng Ti Ye Chen had spread across the myriad domains centuries ago. The lord of the Heavenly Court, the emperor of Great Chu, had slain great emperors multiple times during the Tian Mo invasion. He was a war god, a supreme war god who had forged countless immortal myths.

Seeing him in person, how could they not be shocked? The Sheng Ti had come to the Huo Yu.

Compared to them, the girl Bei Sheng's laugh was even more sinister. As a fully transformed Tian Mo, her eyes held no intellect, only savagery and an undeniable thirst for blood.

Looking at her, Ye Chen's heart ached fiercely. Was this still the magnificent Bei Sheng? She had lost all human emotions, become a Tian Mo, nothing more than a killing puppet.

"Leave this place."

Ye Chen said calmly, his combat power instantly reaching its peak.

The people below dared not linger and helped one another withdraw from the mountains. The white-robed elder hesitated briefly before following, confident in Ye Chen's strength.

Now, only Ye Chen and Bei Sheng remained on the mountains, facing each other. One stood on a sea of demonic blood, the other on a golden divine sea—one like a supreme demon lord, the other like an eight desolate war god.

It was evident that Ye Chen's aura was slightly inferior. In terms of cultivation, Bei Sheng was not weaker than him. Most importantly, she wielded a damaged imperial weapon, while he only had a Zhun Di weapon.

"What wonderful blood."

Bei Sheng laughed eerily, stepping through the void toward him. Sniffing Ye Chen's vital energy, she was like a greedy child, licking her lips in anticipation.