Chapter 2300: God-Level Chaos

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle of the gods raged, shattering the heavens and earth. The once dim world was now filled with light, but it was the destructive glow of immortal energy, painting everything in apocalyptic hues. The chaotic space fractured and refused to heal, while blood rained down like a storm, staining the universe and creating a scene of utter devastation and horror.

"Too strong." The people of Zhutian gazed upward in awe, staring at the gods filling the sky. Each one shone like a brilliant sun, radiating dazzling light that illuminated the ages.

In that moment, not just the juniors, but even the Zhun Di experts were stunned. Though they were also Zhun Di, the gap between them and these gods was as vast as heaven and earth. They could only watch from the sidelines, none daring to intervene.

"Too strong." It wasn't just the Zhutian people; even the Honghuang inhabitants wore the same expression.

Glancing around, their once ferocious faces now showed confusion, and even the Honghuang clan emperors were no exception. The facts proved that these first beings of the world fell far short of later generations in brilliance. What good were their powerful bloodlines and origins? In the end, they couldn't match the depth of insight into the Dao.

"The Zhutian must be destroyed." The clan emperors snarled inwardly, their eyes gleaming with savage, bloodthirsty intent. It was because the Zhutian people held too much potential. Figures like the Jiu Huang, the Shen Jiang, and the Si Jian Xiu were bound to emerge like bamboo shoots after rain as eras changed. Though their bloodlines couldn't compare to Honghuang's, their comprehension of the Dao was unmatched—and it had to be nipped in the bud.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Under the watchful eyes of all, the gods' battle grew even more ferocious. Shards of divine weapons and bloodied bones scattered everywhere, as the peak clashes disrupted the eight directions.

It was clear that the Zhutian god-level experts utterly dominated the Honghuang great gods. Whether it was the emperors, the divine generals, the Four Sword Cultivators, or the Donghua Qi Zi, they all held the absolute upper hand, relentlessly pressing their opponents and driving countless Honghuang great gods to madness.

This sight left the Honghuang side looking grim. What was supposed to be a simple duel for practice had turned into a total rout, with not a single one of them gaining the advantage. It was utterly humiliating.

In contrast, the Zhutian people stood tall and proud. Their ancestors were truly impressive—Honghuang great gods or not, they were still getting thoroughly hammered.

"Mom, want to check out the excitement?" On Nantianmen Shan, Ye Ling blinked at the artifact in her hand. It was a precious lotus lamp with an inner space, where a child was sealed inside. The "mom" she referred to was, of course, the Nu Shengti, who was right there in the lamp.

The Nu Shengti ignored Ye Ling's call completely.

Among all the onlookers, she was the most dedicated, sitting in front of a basket of spiritual fruits and munching away industriously. She had a massive appetite and impeccable gusto, paying no mind to the outside world whatsoever.

"Miss this village, and you won't see a spectacle like this again!" Ye Ling fluttered her beautiful eyes.

"Boring." The Nu Shengti finally replied, her mouth stuffed full.

Indeed, in her eyes, it was truly boring. Who was she? The domineering Nu Shengti of the ancient era, infinitely close to great achievement, capable of battling supreme beings head-on. The gods that others revered were, to her, just a bunch of kids playing around—hardly worth her attention.

That was the essence of the Nu Shengti: her unique pride. Even with her cultivation lost, she still looked down on the world, because she had earned that right. At her peak, in single combat, no one could match her. The myth of the Shengti being invincible in its realm was no empty boast—it was a true legend.

The massive fluctuations from the outside battles didn't even warrant a glance from her. Only occasionally did she glance toward the south, as if peering through endless voids to see the border of Nanchu, where Ye Chen stood on a mountain peak. He remained with his eyes closed, quietly comprehending the Dao in search of a breakthrough.

"If you can cross this threshold, I will trust in mortals once more." The Nu Shengti murmured, her watery eyes growing distant, her gaze hazy and her emotions complex.

No one could guess what she was thinking, not even the two supreme beings of the underworld. From the start, they had never uncovered her origins or understood her place in the world.

Pfft!

As she pondered, a battle outside the city came to an end.

A great god from the Qiongqi clan was slain by Wutian Jianzun. The severed head crumbled to ash mid-fall, and even the escaping primordial spirit was obliterated by his sword.

The strength of Jianzun was undeniable.

However, this fight had wounded him too. His immortal body was stained with blood—slaughtering a Honghuang great god without spilling any would have been unthinkable. Still, his expression remained indifferent.

"Damn it." The Qiongqi clan erupted in fury, with nine Zhun Di experts leaping out in a rush. They had charged to rescue their comrade just before his death, but Jianzun's strike had been too swift. Now, they charged in rage, lining up to surround and attack.

Jianzun showed no fear, gripping his bloodstained dao sword and facing the nine alone.

This time, he seemed to have wised up. He fought while retreating—not fleeing, but deliberately heading toward the Honghuang side. As he moved, the nine Qiongqi Zhun Di pursued fiercely, unleashing emperor-level immortal arts, all deadly techniques, determined not to stop until Wutian Jianzun was dead.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The ten-way brawl created massive waves, and the Honghuang forces suffered the fallout.

"Bastards!" The Honghuang clans roared in anger, scrambling to retreat from the residual blasts. Their eyes burned red as they cursed. There was so much open space before the city walls—plenty of room for a fight—yet they had to come here. It was clearly on purpose.

And it was. Jianzun loved the chaos, so he was stirring it up.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Amid the thunderous booms, dazzling blood flowers bloomed within the Honghuang army, vivid and striking. Most impressively, Jianzun's movements were masterful—darting east and west unpredictably, always heading where the crowd was thickest. He'd strike and vanish, his speed unmatched.

"Kill!"

The nine Qiongqi Zhun Di chased relentlessly, attacking all the way. Though they missed Wutian Jianzun, they wiped out swathes of Honghuang warriors. Worst of all, this wasn't even Qiongqi territory—it belonged to other Honghuang clans—so the losses meant nothing to them.

Because of this clash, the Honghuang side took heavy casualties. Wherever they went, blood mist erupted, and even peak great saints struggled to survive. Ordinary Zhun Di didn't dare get involved.

The scene was quite a sight to behold.

The Honghuang forces howled in rage, their formations thrown into disarray, but the Zhutian cultivators watched with gleaming eyes.

"Finally on the right path—my heart is at ease." Tianlao and Dilao said meaningfully.

"I think a heavenly tribulation would be the quickest way." Baihu Huang remarked solemnly. Whenever Honghuang clans gathered, tribulations followed. With such a massive crowd now, no tribulation or divine punishment felt unnatural. A tribulation would make things truly lively.

"Don't get careless—Honghuang could attack the city at any moment." Fuya reminded.

No need for him to say it—everyone on the city walls was armed and ready to fight the Honghuang to the death. If anyone was the most disciplined, it was the Zhutian juniors.

In the past, with their ancestors dominating, the Zhutian people would have cheered wildly. But this time was different; they all stayed quiet, not wanting to provoke the Honghuang into a shameful assault. Their mission was clear: delay time. A little submission wouldn't hurt.

Pfft!

Outside the city, another blood flower bloomed as a Honghuang great god fell. It was from the Taotie clan—the very one who had boasted about destroying Long Cangjie—smashed apart with a single palm.

"Scum." Long Cangjie snorted coldly, slaying the Taotie and charging toward the eastern sky, where a dozen Taotie Zhun Di were advancing.

One battle ended, another began. Long Cangjie was overwhelmingly dominant, holding his ground, and as he fought, he drew the battle into the Honghuang army—not by accident, but on purpose.

Compared to Jianzun, he wasn't just enlightened; he was playing it smart. Once among the Honghuang crowd, he stopped direct clashes, using profound evasion techniques to fight and flee as needed.

This move enraged the Honghuang forces, their howls shaking the heavens.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Amid the roars, nine blood flowers burst in the void, carrying cries of unwilling fury.

It was the nine Tianxie Zhun Di, defeated and obliterated by the nine great divine generals. Their nine-life divine forms collapsed, and not a single one escaped.

"Battle!"

The nine divine generals were fired up, having slain their foes. With surging battle intent, they charged straight for the Tianxie clan—not to challenge, but to engage, as a massive wave of Tianxie warriors rushed out. Clad in ancient armor and wielding cold war spears, they swept forward with rolling Honghuang energy, swallowing the stars. There were over a hundred Zhun Di, all at peak level.

Pfft! Pfft!

The nine divine generals shook the eight directions with their prowess, fighting just like Long Cangjie and Wutian Jianzun—heading straight for the densest Honghuang crowds. The shockwaves they created were world-shattering, claiming countless Honghuang lives, many of whom had their souls scattered.

Boom! Bang!

With Jianzun, Long Cangjie, and the divine generals leading the way, the Zhutian gods all perked up and fought fiercely. The Weimian Zi slew the Jinni, the Shengzun extinguished the Guiji, the Jiu Jian San Ren reversed and slaughtered the Qiu Yu, and the Jian Shen both claimed victory. The great clash of the gods ended in total Zhutian triumph, but the war didn't stop.

The Honghuang side kept sending out fighters, in groups of three or five, shifting from duels to coordinated assaults, swarming to encircle the Zhutian experts.

"Battle!"

The Zhutian gods refused to back down. No one feared the fight; they all charged forward. As they battled, they pulled the fight into the Honghuang army, turning the black tide of warriors into their battlefield, making the destruction as massive as possible.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The gods' war descended into utter chaos, shaking the heavens and earth with lightning and thunder.

From above, the vast Honghuang army resembled an ocean, riddled with battle circles, each one drenched in blood. Countless Honghuang warriors perished from the fallout.

"Damn it!"

The Honghuang roars thundered like lightning, echoing everywhere. What was once an orderly formation had become a mess, lines breaking as blood flowed and bodies piled up.

"Never thought our ancestors could stir up chaos like this." The Zhutian juniors watched in amazement, the scene outside the city not just pleasing, but downright satisfying.

"Attack! Attack the city for me." As the Zhutian people watched, the Honghuang clan emperors raised their killing swords, pointing straight at the Nanchu city walls. Just as everyone expected, they were furious.

The Zhutian experts understood. Even without stirring up the Honghuang army, an attack was inevitable, since the gods' battle had ended. No matter how much they delayed, the assault would come. So why not cause some mayhem first?

"Attack! Attack the city for me."

The Honghuang clan emperors' roars echoed through the heavens. They had expected to crush the Zhutian experts, but their own ancestors proved so disappointing—one went down, then another pair. The so-called battle of the gods had ended in total Honghuang defeat.

With the order given, the chaotic Honghuang army regrouped in an instant, surging toward the Nanchu city walls like a dark tide, as if it could swallow everything in the world.

"If it's war you want, then come." Fuya snorted coldly, stepping forward to a cannon tower. As a Zhun Di, he would personally control the attack formations.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The Nanchu city walls hummed to life, with countless attack formations activating simultaneously, unleashing waves of annihilating immortal light.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood mist erupted instantly. The Honghuang forces at the front hadn't even reached the walls before being blasted apart in droves, even Zhun Di struggling to survive.

"Form up! Blast them for me." From the Honghuang army's rear, the clan emperors shouted in unison.

Immediately, beams of light soared from the Honghuang ranks, transforming into attack formations that covered the ground and filled the sky. Source stones burned furiously, awakening their divine power.

Buzz!

With a rumble through heaven and earth, the Honghuang formations fired countless divine beams toward the Nanchu city walls.

Bang! Boom! Bang!

Though the Nanchu walls shook violently, they didn't collapse.

This was all thanks to the Da Chu dynasty. Ever since the heavenly demons invaded in the previous era, this majestic barrier stretching east to west had been endlessly reinforced. Formations every three steps, barriers every five zhang, and the entire wall etched with emperor-level array patterns made its defenses incredibly strong. Breaking it would require a bloody toll.

"Keep yelling, I dare you."

"Kill one and break even, kill two and profit—we fear no heavenly demons, so why fear Honghuang?"

"Idiots, the whole Honghuang lot are idiots."

The long-suppressed Zhutian cultivators finally let loose, shouting insults at the top of their lungs. Each one armed with a divine bow, they drew back like full moons, targeting the Honghuang warriors and shooting them down one by one. As promised, anyone trying to take the Nanchu walls would pay in blood. The Zhutian feared no war.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The Honghuang losses were devastating. Their assaults were fierce, but the Zhutian defenses were unyielding—advance a wave, and a wave fell, piling the ground below with Honghuang blood and bones.

"Good, very good." The Honghuang clan emperors grinned menacingly, grinding their teeth as they stepped out of their massive jade chariots and soared into the sky, their dim killing swords once again pointing at the walls.

Before the swords even fell, the various clan Zhun Di rose as one, their numbers so vast they formed a遮天 curtain, descending on the Nanchu walls. It seemed they planned a full aerial assault.

"Just what I hoped for." The Sheng Yuan Huang cursed loudly, his divine body trembling as beams of immortal light shot out, each one a weapon aimed at the incoming Honghuang Zhun Di.

Like him, the Zhutian great saints and Zhun Di followed suit, sacrificing weapons without hesitation—immortal swords, divine blades, copper furnaces, spirit mirrors, treasure seals, all top-tier great saint artifacts glowing with various immortal lights as they flew from bodies and walls to counter the Honghuang Zhun Di.

"How foolish." The Honghuang Zhun Di sneered collectively, raising their hands to sweep them aside. As Zhun Di, how could mere great saint artifacts stop them?

"Explode!"

The Zhutian cultivators spoke in perfect unison, uttering that single word.