Chapter 2279: The Limit of Six

Ye Chen's back gradually receded into the distance, fading into the dim, silent immortal light.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Soon, rumbling sounds echoed, and the supreme emperor's might spread out.

Ye Chen was once again clashing with a Honghuang emperor weapon, one that he was utterly fond of—it was an ancient battle spear standing tall in the surging Honghuang demonic sea, like a divine needle stabilizing the waves. Though it looked like a great spear, it seemed to take the form of a person, with a sturdy back standing on the river of time, manifesting as the shadow of its master, the great emperor.

"Get in here." Ye Chen hugged the great spear, his face pale and flushed with effort as he activated the Da Lunhui Tiandao. Yet, he still couldn't budge it—it was extraordinarily heavy.

Buzz! Zheng!

The Honghuang battle spear hummed, surrounded by emperor dao principles, while the Xianwu emperor sword rang out, its emperor might flowing. The two emperor weapons faced off silently, one intent on destroying Ye Chen, the other on protecting him.

Whenever such a critical moment arose, the Lingxiao iron staff and the Baiyu dragon chair would rush in to help, joining the Xianwu emperor sword to suppress the Honghuang battle spear's emperor glow until it dimmed.

Seizing this perfect opportunity, Ye Chen grabbed the Honghuang battle spear and darted into the black hole.

"Seal it." No sooner had he entered than angry shouts rang out. Over four hundred clan emperors had arrayed themselves on all sides, their powers surging as they wielded three supreme emperor weapons to form an emperor dao seal, descending from the heavens to trap Ye Chen before he could steady himself.

What's more, the Honghuang battle spear he had dragged in trembled with a buzz, unleashing supreme pressure that made Ye Chen stagger—it was now four emperor weapons sealing him in.

"Seal me?" Ye Chen steadied himself, gripping the Lingxiao iron staff and thrusting it straight into the void like a pillar holding up the sky. Infused with the emperor sword's divine might, he violently stirred the winds and clouds, shattering the emperor weapon seal.

"Exterminate." The Kui Ba clan emperor charged, pointing from afar to disrupt the heavens and earth.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed, staining the immortal light and echoing loudly in the darkness. But the one wounded wasn't Ye Chen—it was the Bi An clan emperor, whose position Ye Chen had swapped. That massive head of his was pierced by the Kui Ba clan emperor's finger, leaving a gruesome bloody hole.

That was just like Ye Chen—always finding a way to trick others.

Of course, it wasn't his fault; it was the Honghuang clan emperors who were too eager to kill him. They hadn't guarded against it, and ended up turning on their own. Someone like Ye Chen should be tied up and sealed alive until he couldn't move—only then would he behave.

"Head home." After tricking the Bi An clan emperor, Ye Chen used a heavenly dao to escape the black hole.

Behind him, the crowd of clan emperors hadn't even steadied themselves and nearly toppled over.

In the darkness, the faces of over four hundred clan emperors twisted in rage, their teeth gritted. It was a fitting scene, like a pack of demons. How many times had they failed to kill Ye Chen? It was more than just humiliation now—they were all driven mad.

Ye Chen reappeared in the outer starry sky, and as soon as he landed, he spat out blood. The emperor weapon's backlash was too severe; even the Xianwu emperor sword couldn't hold up.

And his Samsara Eye—blood streamed from the corner, its gaze growing dimmer. The pupil power it had consumed was hard to replenish, and it was still leaking away.

"It won't last another quarter of an hour." Glancing below, Ye Chen's expression turned more serious. Youming Continent wasn't as fortified as Da Chu; its defenses were still lacking. Holding out this long was already impressive, but the final quarter of an hour was irreversible.

With that thought, he wiped away the blood and headed toward the northern starry sky.

There, a golden divine pearl shone brilliantly, a genuine supreme emperor weapon. No one knew what immortal material it was forged from, but around it, immortal seas surged, manifesting dao principles and illusions, radiating emperor dao essence, with the sounds of the great dao echoing.

Though the pearl wasn't large, it was fiercely powerful. Every sweep of its emperor dao immortal light could crack the Youming protective barrier.

"Die!" As Ye Chen looked on, a sudden roar erupted.

Before the words faded, a golden blade light slashed toward his head. The attacker was a Lu Tian clan quasi-emperor at the peak of the eighth heaven, with incredibly keen perception—he had tracked Ye Chen from the void space, delivering a strike that was nothing short of a killing blow.

Ye Chen didn't even glance back; he flipped his hand and swung the staff.

Pound! Crack! Pfft!

These sounds came in quick succession. The Lu Tian quasi-emperor's divine blade shattered under the staff, and he was sent flying, vomiting blood as his body exploded, leaving only a faint primordial spirit to flee.

He was quite foolish, knowing full well Ye Chen's overwhelming combat power and that he had fused with an emperor weapon, yet still charging in for a thrill. At Ye Chen's level, even peak quasi-emperors weren't his match, let alone an eighth-heaven one. If Ye Chen weren't so focused on the emperor weapon, he would have sent him straight to the underworld.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen had already plunged into that immortal sea, charging straight for the Honghuang emperor weapon at its center.

Buzz!

The pearl was no ordinary item; the moment Ye Chen stepped in, it stirred the entire sea, churning up massive waves that engulfed him. These weren't ordinary waves—even a regular quasi-emperor would be crushed to dust in an instant, or at least swallowed whole.

But Ye Chen was no ordinary person, especially with the emperor weapon fused within him. In less than a breath, he leaped out like a dragon, transforming back into human form. With a step that shrank the distance, he reached the emperor weapon pearl, his brilliant golden hand gripping it tightly as he activated the Da Lunhui Tiandao.

The pearl wouldn't go quietly; it resisted fiercely.

However, the Xianwu emperor sword, Lingxiao iron staff, and Baiyu dragon chair—along with the unreliable Chaos Cauldron—weren't to be underestimated. They worked together to counter the emperor dao's destruction, buying precious time.

"Get in here, damn it!" Ye Chen shouted, clutching the pearl as he darted into the black hole.

"Stop him!" More roars followed, with over four hundred clan emperors and four emperor weapons closing in for the kill.

"Stop your ass!" Ye Chen cursed back, turning and vanishing. It wasn't that he feared them; he just had no time. He needed to transport the emperor weapons quickly, as the Youming barrier was about to break.

When he emerged from the black hole again, his condition was dire—he could barely stand.

His Six Paths Samsara Eye was unstable too, its immortal light on the verge of fading, with only scant pupil power left.

"Six is the limit." Ye Chen coughed up blood, knowing his own state all too well. He could barely manage one more, and even that was uncertain.

"You've done enough—escape now!" Kui Niu Emperor's voice thundered through a transmission.

"Don't push yourself further." The transmissions from various heavenly quasi-emperors came one after another. Though they were far away, they could clearly see that in Ye Chen's current state, attempting another emperor weapon was too risky. If the heavenly commander died like this, it would be absurd.

Ye Chen didn't respond; he stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth and charged toward an emperor-level divine blade.

He remembered that blade well—it had appeared in every Honghuang siege. The silver divine blade gleamed brightly, its domineering emperor dao might forming countless illusory blade shadows that swept through the starry sky, making even quasi-emperors hesitate to enter.

Pound! Clang! Bang!

Ye Chen barreled through, enduring the illusory blade shadows as he lunged for the emperor weapon blade. His dominant sacred body was repeatedly torn, golden sacred blood raining down like mist.

"Stop him!" The Honghuang quasi-emperors snorted, all rushing toward the void.

"No need to bother." The Lu Tian clan emperor chuckled sinisterly, halting the Honghuang quasi-emperors. He glanced toward the void with interest, a smirk playing on his lips—twisted with amusement. He was a shrewd judge; he could tell Ye Chen's state was precarious. Whether he could take the emperor weapon was doubtful, and even if he did, survival was unlikely. Without Samsara Eye's pupil power, a great saint like Ye Chen's Honghuang Sacred Body would be as weak as an ant.

"You can't save Youming." The Lu Tian clan emperor's laugh grew more sinister, ignoring Ye Chen as he gazed toward Youming Continent. The protective barrier's collapse was imminent.

In the void, Ye Chen dragged his blood-soaked body to the blade's front.

The emperor weapon blade radiated immortal light, each ray a blade shadow infused with destructive power, piercing Ye Chen's defenses to attack his primordial spirit.

Fortunately, the Xianwu emperor sword guarded his divine sea, along with the Baiyu dragon chair and Chaos Cauldron. The Lingxiao iron staff, ever eager, shot out as a streak of light, uncontrolled, smashing toward the blade on its own.

Pound!

The metallic clash was crisp. Even the emperor weapon blade trembled from the impact, its emperor dao glow dimming in that instant.

That was the opening Ye Chen needed. With a instantaneous heavenly dao, he seized the emperor weapon blade and entered the black hole.

The next second, he burst out again, but couldn't keep his footing, nearly tumbling from the void. His form swayed unsteadily, a complete bloodied figure. The emperor dao backlash wreaked havoc in his sacred body, ravaging his limbs, organs, and meridians. The sound of breaking bones echoed endlessly, and his sacred body's surface had split in multiple places, blood flowing freely.

Even worse was the Six Paths Samsara Eye—it had no pupil power left, with dark blood overflowing uncontrollably, losing its final glimmer and sight.

In other words, he was blind.

Though he was in a wretched state, his achievements were extraordinary. As a great saint, he had stolen away over four hundred clan emperors and six supreme emperor weapons, easing immense pressure on the heavens.

"If all of heaven were like him, what would we fear from Honghuang or the heavenly demons?" Donghuang Tai Xin murmured, gazing up as an ancient immortal mark slowly etched into her brow—a terrifying forbidden technique that could maximize her combat power for a specific period. Immortal haze enveloped her sacred body, and clad in battle armor, she looked like a peerless queen, beautiful as a dream.

Like her, everyone in Youming Continent was pushing their power to its peak, for the protective barrier was about to shatter, and the Honghuang army was about to invade—a bloody battle was inevitable.

"Suppress it! Suppress for me." In the void, Ye Chen gritted his teeth, using his sacred body's essence to activate the Xianwu emperor sword, Baiyu dragon chair, and Lingxiao iron staff, frantically eradicating the emperor dao killing intent within him.

At the same time, he shoved healing pills into his mouth nonstop, desperately restoring his power. Though his combat strength had plummeted, he still had some fight left—the heavenly commander couldn't just stand there and be killed.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The emperor sword, dragon chair, and iron staff seemed to respond to his will, bursting with world-shaking immortal light that refined his sacred body and helped wipe out the emperor dao killing intent.

Break!

The Honghuang forces roared, dozens of emperor weapons unleashing their glow in unison, merging into a single devastating strike that bombarded the Youming Continent's protective barrier.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, the barrier that had held for ten days finally collapsed. Countless heavenly beings were buried in the aftermath, and mountains and peaks crumbled, turning the once-vibrant land into ruins in an instant.

Kill!

Shouts of slaughter erupted wave after wave as the Honghuang forces surged like a tide—some soaring on clouds, some on flying swords, some in war chariots—as they invaded Youming Continent. Like a dark curtain, they blocked out the light, carrying rolling Honghuang aura that overwhelmed the yin-yang laws.

Their faces were twisted in rage, eyes blood-red as if about to bleed, with pale fangs gleaming sinisterly. Their laughter was like that of demons, licking their crimson tongues in savage bloodlust.

Fight!

The heavenly beings roared, from quasi-emperors to qi condensation cultivators, none retreating. They had accepted their fate, just as during the heavenly demon invasion—knowing death awaited, they charged like moths to a flame. Their battle blood boiled, fused with raging fury, their hatred for Honghuang even greater than for the heavenly demons.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The epic bloodbath erupted in an instant. Figures clashed in the void, others plummeted from the sky. Broken war banners, shattered artifacts, and bloodied bodies filled the air. Every mountain peak and every stretch of sky was a battlefield.

Blood dyed this once-beautiful land red.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Dozens of Honghuang emperor weapons descended, their emperor dao pressure crushing swaths of starry sky.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The heavenly emperor weapons trembled and roared, unsummoned, one after another soaring into the heavens, each targeting a Honghuang emperor weapon. Metallic clashes thundered like lightning, sparking brilliant flames. The emperor weapons' battles were straightforward—no secret arts, just raw collisions, continuing the emperors' conquests.

It was clear the heavenly emperor weapons were at a disadvantage, or rather, outnumbered. Even with Ye Chen borrowing ten emperor weapons from the forbidden zones and stealing six, they still couldn't match Honghuang's.

"Go help." Ye Chen coughed blood, directing his words to the Xianwu emperor sword, Lingxiao iron staff, and Baiyu dragon chair. The Xianwu emperor sword was an emperor weapon, qualified to face them head-on, while the Lingxiao iron staff and Baiyu dragon chair were no pushovers, able to hold their own despite lacking emperor might.

Now, with the heavenly emperor weapons falling behind, this was their only option.

Buzz!

The Xianwu emperor sword hummed as it flew from Ye Chen's divine sea, heading east to confront a divine mirror. The Lingxiao iron staff and Baiyu dragon chair followed suit, each engaging a Honghuang emperor weapon and charging deeper into the starry sky.

"Ye Chen, hand over your life!" Sinister roars echoed from all sides, from no fewer than three hundred quasi-emperors and thousands of great saints, surrounding him from every direction in the void. Their eyes burned red, their killing intent overwhelming, teeth gritted in fury.

"Capture him alive." The Lu Tian clan emperor arrived, though a step slower. With Ye Chen lacking pupil power, emperor weapons, and the Lingxiao iron staff to break seals, and his combat strength not at its peak, this was the perfect scenario—if they didn't capture him alive, it would be a waste.

Ye Chen said nothing, his expression icy as he summoned the Chaos Cauldron above his head and formed a dao sword in his hand. Even without emperor weapons, pupil power, or peak strength, he wasn't easy prey for these vermin.

Seal!

The Honghuang experts closed in, centering on Ye Chen as they formed a great sealing array around him.

Ye Chen sneered and used Flying Thunder God to escape the encirclement.

"Without erasing the Samsara mark I'd left, you think you can kill me? You're dreaming too big."