Chapter 2311: Three Days and Three Nights

Boom! Bang! Boom!

In the boundless, vast starry sky, thunderous booms shook the four seas and eight wastelands. With each boom, towering blood mist erupted, staining the star rivers crimson and shrouding the world in a bloody curtain. The merciless slaughter masked the light of the human realm, leaving only vibrant blood flowers.

"Forgive me, Sheng Ti, forgive me."

"Great Emperor, open your eyes! My clan is being wiped out."

"I'll fight you to the death."

These roars, even louder than the booms, came from the ancient Hong Huang clans. There were cries of anger, pleas for mercy, and wails of despair, weaving together into a funeral dirge. The thunderous booms served as funeral bells, tolling only for the Hong Huang, proclaiming to all beings in the myriad domains that the heavens were not without guardians.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Di Huang's slaughter did not cease because of the dirge or the bells. The Hong Huang clan fled in disarray, while he pursued relentlessly, trampling over blood and bones, completely shattering their spirits.

He continued his killing, with cultivators from the myriad heavens following suit, their expressions cold and devoid of pity.

"Dad, Mom, are you seeing this? The Hong Huang is getting their retribution." Many choked back sobs, their eyes blurred with bloody tears that evoked memories of their parents being hung on the city gates, their flesh and bones stripped away piece by piece by the Hong Huang demons.

"Yun'er, may your spirit in heaven find peace. The Sheng Ti's predecessor has avenged us." Many wailed in agony, recalling their gentle wives who were violated and killed by the Hong Huang fiends, not even leaving behind intact bodies.

"Child, the Hong Huang's blood debt is being repaid in blood." Many wept, remembering their infants in swaddling clothes, impaled on war spears by the Hong Huang beasts and roasted into fresh meat, the babies' cries still echoing to this day.

The faces of the people were streaked with tears of blood, their sobs, whimpers, and cries blending with the funeral dirge and bells, resounding through the world and carrying the weight of blood and tears.

Once, they had been the ones hunted and killed, with countless homes razed and loved ones slaughtered by the Hong Huang. Their memories were all drenched in blood.

The cycle of heaven's way spares no one.

Their blood debts were finally being collected. No one would show pity, nor would they expect any. All that remained was a roar from the soul: the Hong Huang's sins demanded repayment in fresh blood. Those blooming blood flowers would be the finest tribute to the departed.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The people's memories were also Di Huang's memories. He had witnessed every gruesome, blood-soaked scene, one after another, piling up into a raging inferno of anger.

His slaughter was ice-cold and unyielding. As a fully realized Sheng Ti, he had become a demonic god of a million corpses, striding over mountains of the dead and seas of blood to demand justice for the beings of the myriad domains.

"Heaven's sins may be forgiven, but man's sins lead to their own doom."

On Jie Ming Shan, Ming Di watched as well, his imperial eyes calm and without a trace of pity. He had lived longer than Di Huang and seen far more, his own fury surpassing Di Huang's. There had been times when he had nearly gone to the heavens to raze the Hong Huang clan himself.

Unfortunately, he could not go, so he remained a mere observer, letting Di Huang fulfill this long-held wish for him. From the underworld, he could already smell the Hong Huang's blood, quenching eons of hatred.

At some point, the Shi Dian Yan Luo climbed atop Jie Ming Shan, standing in a neat row behind Ming Di, silently watching Di Huang's massacre. Their eyes, too, held no pity.

How many years had it been since Di Huang had fought the Five Emperors alone? This was the first time the ten of them had seen him strike again, and not against heavenly demons, but against the Hong Huang people. It was truly satisfying to watch.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The blood flowers of the heavens continued to bloom, spreading across every star domain, while the Hong Huang clan's wails echoed everywhere. Countless fled for their lives, only to be cut down.

History repeated itself in a strikingly similar way.

Only the Hong Huang could truly understand this sentiment.

Just as in ancient times, when Hong Lian Nu Di sacrificed the red lotus karmic fire and incinerated the gods of the eight wastelands.

That battle had exterminated countless Hong Huang members.

Though this battle lacked Hong Lian Nu Di, it had Di Huang, the fully realized Sheng Ti, who was even more formidable. He would carry on the female emperor's fearsome legacy, plunging the Hong Huang clan into another sea of corpses and blood.

This slaughter lasted for three days and three nights.

Di Huang, the fully realized Sheng Ti, killed for three full days and nights, chasing them all the way to the universe's most remote edges.

Behind him lay countless mountains of corpses, piled from Hong Huang bodies, and endless rivers of blood, formed from their fresh blood, turning the myriad heavens into a bloody hell.

At the edge of the starry sky, he stood tall, treading on chaotic immortal light and bathed in apocalyptic glory. His silhouette was majestic yet desolate. That body, once golden as a Sheng Ti, was now crimson red, even the strands of his flowing hair dyed in red—all from the Hong Huang's blood.

On the other side of the star river, the cultivators of the heavens stood gazing in a daze. Though only a star river separated them, Di Huang's figure seemed more distant than a dream, unattainable.

"God! That's what a god is!" Xie Yun said with full reverence, nearly dropping to his knees in worship.

He was not alone—countless juniors and seniors felt the same intense urge. This war god had slain mountains of Hong Huang corpses and rivers of blood, delivering justice for the wronged spirits and ensuring the Hong Huang's blood debts were paid in kind.

"With him guarding the heavens, the myriad domains can know peace." Dong Huang Tai Xin chuckled lightly.

"When I have time, I want to spar with him." Sheng Zun stroked his chin.

At these words, all the emperors, divine generals, and peak quasi-emperors turned to look at him, eyeing him sideways from head to toe. Their gazes seemed to say one thing: Before you go, don't forget to leave your treasures with us.

"Don't mess around." Sheng Zun coughed dryly. "It's just sparring, not a fight to the death."

"If you're saying that, then old Sun here wants to exchange a few moves too."

"With someone like you, half a move is the max. What a trivial matter."

"After some calculation, I must say that metaphor is quite fitting."

"From the looks of the Sheng Ti, is he planning to keep killing?" The child of the planes remarked casually.

This comment drew all the heavenly cultivators' eyes toward Di Huang.

The Hong Huang clan had suffered devastating losses in this battle, with countless slain, though many had escaped. After all, their numbers were vast, with nearly ten million quasi-emperors alone, let alone the juniors. If Di Huang's anger had not subsided, he would likely continue the slaughter and raze the Hong Huang clan entirely.

Under the gaze of all, Di Huang slowly lifted his eyes, silent and wordless, looking toward the distant void, as if he could see through the realms of the living and dead to Jie Ming Shan and the Ming Di upon it.

His killing intent remained thick, each wisp as heavy as an eight-thousand-zhang mountain, infused with destructive power. Even peak quasi-emperors dared not approach rashly.

"Whether to kill or spare them, you need not look to me." Ming Di said indifferently, sipping from his wine flask leisurely, assuming Di Huang could hear him—this was the tacit understanding between sovereigns.

Di Huang said nothing, gradually lowering his gaze. As the world watched, he began to move his feet.

With this motion, the heartstrings of the heavens were pulled taut, everyone's eyes gleaming. It was clear at a glance that the fully realized Sheng Ti had not killed to his satisfaction and intended to head to the Hong Huang ancestral lands.

"The sacks are ready; time to collect treasures."

Not just the juniors, but even the seniors began checking their storage bags, uncertain if Di Huang would exterminate the Hong Huang, but certain that treasures would be up for grabs.

And so, Di Huang led the way, striding through the void and crossing star domains.

Behind him, the cultivators of the heavens followed in droves, one wave after another, clutching their waists and pressing forward with great enthusiasm. They quite enjoyed visiting the Hong Huang clan's ancestral lands, each one a veteran from the Hong Huang era, turned into living fossils—how could they miss out on the spoils?

Thus, the scene in the starry sky became quite a sight.

At first glance, Di Huang looked like the boss, radiating domineering aura.

At first glance, the heavenly cultivators seemed like his underlings, perfectly illustrating an age-old scenario: the big boss is unhappy and is taking his crew to smash the place.