Chapter 2213: The Widow

Jokes aside, there were still some serious individuals present.

However, the majority of people were focused on Ji Ningshuang – the immortal body of Yao Chi, Ye Chen’s wife, the Sacred Body who dominated the eight wastelands. She was indeed extraordinary and radiant, living up to her husband’s renowned reputation.

“Such a vast myriad domains, yet it’s left to a woman to fight, a woman to hold the line.” Nan Di shook his head in self-mockery. “We are truly shameless!”

“Don’t kid yourself; that woman is fiercely powerful.” Xiao Yuan Huang scratched his monkey fur, also gazing in that direction. His fiery golden eyes still shone brightly.

“True enough, but how can we not feel ashamed?” Xi Zun laughed self-deprecatingly.

“A heroine who rivals men, Yao Chi’s immortal body is terrifyingly strong.” A group of Di Zi gathered together, all looking that way. They could clearly see Ji Ningshuang standing in the vast sky, and each of their eyes held a hint of wariness. This was the gap between Di Zi level and young emperor level; her fearsomeness was no less than that of the Sacred Body, making her invincible among peers.

The younger generation was watching Ji Ningshuang, but the older generation had their eyes on Dong Huang Tai Xin and the others.

After scanning around, many of the old-timers couldn’t help but exchange glances.

“Da Chu’s Di Bing are all here, not a single one missing.” One elder from the older generation murmured.

“Without Di Bing to guard the Zhu Tian Men, the Tian Mo could strike at any moment.”

“Da Chu has truly thrown caution to the wind.”

“If I were them, I’d have done the same long ago.” A rugged old man said with resentment, “Time and again, used as pawns by the Hong Huang clans, only to end up in such a tragic state. Better to be a guard dog than this – might as well drag the Hong Huang down to the Huang Quan together for a clean end.”

“This is all forced upon them.” More people took a deep breath.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The heavens trembled incessantly, and even the sky struggled under the pressure.

More forces arrived one after another: Yao Chi Sheng Di, ancient races, Sheng Yuan Zu, Kui Niu Zu, the five great Wang Zu of the Nan Yu, and any force from the Xuan Huang Da Lu with Di Bing, all showing up in succession.

Each faction brought their Di Bing, not just to observe the battle, but to offer protection.

Ye Chen had died protecting all living beings, so his wife, as the hero’s widow, could not be allowed to come to any harm, no matter the cost – even if it meant war with the Hong Huang.

Otherwise, how could they face the fallen Ye Chen?

With a booming sound, yet another Zhu Tian force came to aid in the battle.

This time, it was from the You Ming Da Lu.

Leading them was an old man in hemp robes, known as You Ming Shengzhu, a genuine quasi-emperor at the peak level. He had once been a Shen Jiang under You Ming Da Di and was the only one of that emperor’s Shen Jiang still alive. He had sealed himself for endless ages and unsealed in this era.

The You Ming Da Lu’s procession was even more grandiose than that of the Zhu Tian Men.

By “grandiose,” it referred not to the number of experts, but to the quantity of Di Bing – nine imperial artifacts hovering in the sky like nine suns, illuminating the dark night.

This display left forces from all sides swallowing hard in secret.

Here was another one throwing caution to the wind.

The younger generation might not know the role of the You Ming Da Lu, but the older generation understood all too well. It served as a patch, sealing a breach in the heavens to prevent Tian Mo attacks.

In a certain sense, the You Ming Da Lu’s role was the same as Da Chu’s: both prevented the Tian Mo.

Now, with Da Chu’s Di Bing all at the Zhu Tian Men and the You Ming Da Lu’s imperial artifacts here too, this wasn’t just about aiding in battle – this was gearing up for war!

“This is bad!” In a corner of the crowd, Di Mie frowned.

Indeed, he had come as well, along with Tian Zhu. Both were cloaked in dark robes, hiding their true appearances with secret techniques. Seeing that the You Ming Da Lu and Zhu Tian Men had brought their Di Bing, their expressions turned grim.

If things went wrong, the Tian Mo might attack before Ji Ningshuang even clashed with the Han Jiang.

Tian Zhu said nothing, only slightly turning his gaze toward the west, where the Hong Huang clans had arrived.

Boom! Rumbling!

The Wang Xuan Xing shook as an imperial domain gate materialized, towering like a mountain. Before the people appeared, the Hong Huang aura swept in, carrying waves of figures – the experts of the Han Jiang Zu.

The Han Jiang Zu was among the first beings after the world’s creation, with extremely powerful bloodlines, much like other Hong Huang clans. Each time they emerged, they brought massive bloodbaths, and this clan had once produced a great emperor known as Han Jiang Da Di.

The Han Jiang Zu’s notoriety surpassed even that of the Tao Tie; wherever they went, disaster followed.

Amid the rolling Hong Huang aura, a massive jade carriage emerged, forged from special Xian materials, radiating golden light. Every gem embedded in it was a rare treasure, sparkling brilliantly.

Pulling the jade carriage were eight fierce beasts resembling Qi Lin, with massive blood-red eyes and exposed fangs, incredibly ferocious. They were all at the Da Sheng level. For eight Da Sheng beasts to pull the carriage together showed just how noble the occupant was.

Noble indeed – it was the Han Jiang Di Zi.

He lounged leisurely on the couch, casually twirling the ring on his thumb, his lips curved in a playful smile. His silver eyes gleamed with a bloody, eerie light, carrying an air of wickedness and menace. The horns on his head were like small steel blades, sharp and coldly gleaming.

The Han Jiang Zu’s procession was overwhelmingly vast; just the number of their quasi-emperors alone could crush the Zhu Tian Men and You Ming Da Lu.

Of course, during the tribulation surge, the Hong Huang had suffered almost no losses, while the heavens had buried over eighty percent of their peak quasi-emperors, compounded by the Tian Mo invasions. This shift had left them at a disadvantage.

This was just the Han Jiang Zu; if the entire Hong Huang was counted, the heavens wouldn’t even qualify as opponents.

Recalling the pre-tribulation surge, the heavens held less than forty percent of the power, while the Hong Huang had over sixty percent. Now, after the Tian Mo invasions and tribulations, the ratio had become nine to one.

A nine-to-one ratio meant that in any war, every person in the heavens – from quasi-emperors to Qi Condensation realm cultivators – would face nine opponents, and with their bloodlines absolutely suppressed by the Hong Huang, forget one against nine; even nine against one might not win.

Boom! Bang!

As massive booms echoed, more imperial domain gates materialized one after another, all from Hong Huang clans.

This time, the lineup was even more massive than when Ye Chen fought Kui Luo.

Each imperial domain gate represented a race.

At a glance, no one could count how many gates there were, and the vast Wang Xuan Xing could no longer hold the Hong Huang crowd. There were far too many, like a black carpet spreading endlessly from the star into the cosmos – a dark ocean.

Compared to the heavens’ cultivators and forces, the Hong Huang forces looked sparse, completely surrounded.

“Mobilizing the entire clan?” Di Mie’s brow furrowed deeper.

“The heavens’ cultivators haven’t all arrived, but the Hong Huang has come out in full force – this is a prelude to war.” Tian Zhu pondered. With the Hong Huang’s setup, even if the five forbidden zones intervened strongly, it probably wouldn’t help. The number of extreme Dao Di Bing was impressive, but the Hong Huang’s foundations were equally terrifying.

Over sixty percent of the imperial inheritances came from the Hong Huang; the descendants of great emperors were no trivial matter.

Gulp!

On Da Chu’s side, many talents secretly swallowed hard, standing on tiptoe to peer into the distance. The Hong Huang crowd was endless.

If a fight broke out, one person spitting could drown them all.

“I say, maybe we should head home!” Xiong Er coughed dryly. Even someone as thick-skinned as him instantly backed down.

“Home, my foot! From now on, don’t call yourself Xiong – call yourself Wu Gui instead!”

“Fight them! Let’s fight.” At the mention of Wu Gui, Xiong Er’s anger flared up. His stout body leaped three zhang high as he cursed and ranted.

In contrast, whether it was Dong Huang Tai Xin and the others, or the experts from the You Ming Da Lu, they all wore indifferent expressions. They had already thrown caution to the wind and had no intention of returning.

Wiping out our heavens isn’t much of a feat – try wiping out the Tian Mo too.

If the Tian Mo attacked, after the heavens were annihilated, the Hong Huang would be next. It was just a matter of us heading to the Huang Quan first; there would be Hong Huang company on the road.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the Han Jiang Di Zi’s jade carriage had entered a stretch of empty sky.

That empty sky was encircled by nine massive peaks, with a central open area spanning over ten thousand zhang.

This was the battlefield, spacious enough for two.

“Yao Chi’s immortal body truly has peerless beauty.” Han Jiang gave a eerie laugh and finally stood up, stepping out of the jade carriage step by step. His mocking smile grew stronger, and the way he looked at Ji Ningshuang was filled with lewd intent.

“Why not become this lord’s concubine? I will cherish you well.”