Chapter 2392: Mutual Aid in Times of Trouble

Chapter 2392: When One Side Faces Difficulty, Support Comes from All Directions

Ye Chen reappeared, now hovering above Tianxuan Gate.

The Kunlun Goddess, Zhutian Sword God, Da Chu Emperor, Di Zun Shen Jiang, and many other veteran quasi-emperors were already there. The men wore armor, the women donned battle robes, each gripping a resounding immortal sword, all gazing toward the misty horizon. Ye Chen could sense it, and they had no reason not to—they had felt the earlier thunderous boom, laden with coldness and demonic energy. That aura was unmistakably from the Tianmo.

Not just them, the Da Chu cultivators were also mobilizing.

The people of this land had once fought bloody battles against the Tianmo, so how could they not recognize the scent? They emerged in droves from the mountains, forming ranks on their own, ready for war at any moment.

"It should be from the Youming Continent direction," Ye Chen murmured.

No one was surprised by his words.

Everyone present knew what the Youming Continent was—a patch in the heavens, reinforced with the imperial immortal laws of the Youming Emperor, fixing a flaw in the universe.

Back in the Honghuang era's chaos, the Youming Continent suffered the heaviest casualties. Over eighty percent of the human realm's forces had fought there, and more than ninety percent of the ultimate emperor weapons had gathered there. It had long disrupted the Youming Continent's balance of heaven and earth, so it wasn't strange for the Tianmo to invade from there.

Of course, beyond these factors, the most critical was the emperor tribulation.

In recent years, too many people had undergone emperor tribulations. Each one carried an unmistakable emperor aura, impossible to hide, and likely detected by the Tianmo.

All these reasons led to the Tianmo's arrival—it was inevitable, not coincidental.

As he spoke, another boom erupted, shaking the vast universe.

In the shadows, an evil force seemed to awaken, desperately devouring the world's light, intent on enveloping all living beings in darkness and turning them into eternal puppets.

It was the Tianmo's aura, more precisely, the aura of the Qingtian Magic Pillar.

The Qingtian Magic Pillar connected to the Tianmo realm, its innate essence repelling the human realm. Not just humans, but even the beasts and spirit animals in the mountains loathed that aura.

"Full army assist in battle!"

Donghuang Taixin's words were ice-cold and authoritative, as she was the first to step out of Tianxuan Gate.

Without delay, the Da Chu quasi-emperors shot forth like immortal rays, piercing the vast sky, each radiating overwhelming power and surging killing intent, heading straight for the Youming Continent.

"Go!"

Kui Yujiang roared, holding high the Da Chu war banner and following closely, his aura fierce and dominant.

"War!"

The Da Chu kings stood shoulder to shoulder, their momentum undiminished, with descendants of the emperors accompanying them.

Next came the leaders of the three sects, the masters of the nine halls, and the lords of the eighty-one gates.

In short, everyone except mortals and those unable to take to the skies joined the grand army departing from the Zhutian Gate.

After decades, the blood of all beings boiled once more. The blood debt with the Tianmo, carried over from past lives, was etched into their souls.

"Old me is no longer the minor cultivator of back then."

Xie Yun's roar shook the heavens and earth.

"This act is quite convincing."

Situ Nan laughed heartily, clad in armor and wielding a killing sword. "Old me holds a grudge like no other."

The younger generation of quasi-emperors brimmed with fighting spirit, each exuding formidable presence. They were indeed no longer the minor cultivators of the past; they would be the main force of the heavens, unafraid to battle the Tianmo.

Compared to them, Chu Xuan and the others were more restrained, each in battle robes like female generals. Who said women were inferior to men? As wives of the holy body, they were no less valiant than their bearded counterparts.

Once again, they caught up to Ye Chen, not just following his shadow.

"Quickly awaken the ancestors."

Ye Chen's words echoed from beyond the heavens.

This was directed at Zixuan, who could see through the misty clouds to the sleeping Di Huang, still lying peacefully on the stone bed, as if he were a carved statue in eternal slumber.

Without needing Ye Chen to say it, Zixuan was already calling out to him.

With the Tianmo invading, the heavens needed this great holy body to stand guard and turn the tide.

Yet, Di Huang showed no response to the calls.

As Donghuang Taixin and the other quasi-emperors left the Zhutian Gate, they all glanced back, seeing Di Huang in his slumber and couldn't help but sigh. What kind of situation was this? The heavens clearly had a supreme being, even stronger than an emperor, but he was stuck in sleep, and it had been going on for so long.

Now, with the Tianmo invading, he still hadn't awakened, leaving everyone anxious and helpless.

Ming Di took a deep breath; even he couldn't stand it anymore. He was tempted to reach across the realms of the living and dead to slap Di Huang.

"You fool, we sent you back to the heavens to protect the human realm, not to sleep! As a great holy body, how could you be schemed against? Where's your pride?"

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Beyond Da Chu, the starry sky buzzed with activity as domain gates at the emperor level rose one after another. Da Chu cultivators surged in like a tide, connecting to the Youming Continent for full-scale assistance.

"They've come at the right time."

From the Xuanhuang Continent, roars echoed—Kui Niu Emperor, full of bullish energy, soared into the sky with his imperial weapon, the battle axe.

"Dammit!"

Sheng Yuan Emperor howled, his fiery eyes blazing brightly, his roar as domineering as could be. The fighting clan he led exuded an even fiercer aura than Kui Niu Emperor.

"How dare you show up again."

Another hot-tempered one—Bai Hu Emperor—emerged from his immortal mountain, carrying his imperial artifact.

Not just them, all major forces mobilized: the ancient races, the southern domain royal clans, Kunlun Xu, Da Xia Dragon Dynasty, Da Luo Zhutian, Jiuhuang Tian, Sheng Jiuli Clan, Yaochi Sacred Ground, and countless others converged.

Gazing over the vast sky, the eastern wilderness, southern domain, western desert, northern peaks, and central state were all in motion, with emperor-level domain gates rising everywhere, summoning cultivators from all sides to aid in the battle.

Such a grand scene naturally drew the Zhutian Emperors, whether in seclusion, traveling, or cultivating. Upon hearing of the Tianmo, they gathered from all directions.

"Is Di Huang still asleep?"

In the Tianxu Forbidden Zone, Tian Zhu stroked his beard.

"No sign of his aura now—he's probably still sleeping," Wangchuan Tianwang clicked his tongue.

"This must be the legendary case of dropping the ball at the critical moment," Mingtu Tianwang said meaningfully.

"Don't worry, he'll wake up on his own." From the Refining Hell and Huangquan Forbidden Zones, words came forth. The heavenly kings weren't idle either; they longed to join the fight but were bound by their duties.

"Tianmo invasion!"

This roar spread from the depths of the starry sky, carried by immense divine soul power, echoing infinitely through the cosmos.

Tianmo invasion?

All who heard it paled in shock, especially those who had fought the Tianmo before, their hearts trembling with dread. Those days had plunged the entire myriad domains and heavens into darkness, without a trace of light. It was a catastrophe, nearly an apocalyptic one.

"War!"

Countless people left their ancient stars, some on flying swords, some riding clouds, some in war chariots, converging from all directions into vast waves, their battle blood boiling like fire.

"War!"

Shouts resounded across the heavens as starry sky cultivators gripped their weapons, rushing toward the source of the cry.

"War!"

Too many abandoned their homes—the grooms drew their killing swords, the brides shed their wedding attire. Whether elders or juniors, whether in seclusion or cultivation, as long as they could take to the skies, they donned ancient armor, tears welling in their eyes and freezing into icy glints.

Back then, countless relatives had been slaughtered by the Tianmo—this was an enormous blood debt.

The cohesion of all living beings, though decades had passed, remained strong. No heavenly war drums were needed; just the words "Tianmo invasion" served as the supreme command, drawing countless spirits to charge forward relentlessly, upholding ancient beliefs and defending every inch of territory with their flesh and blood.

Tianmo invasion?

The various domains were also stirred, and all the Honghuang clans had changed expressions. Though they had never truly battled the Tianmo, they were sensitive to its aura, and with the roars echoing from the heavens, it was hard to ignore.

They should count themselves lucky that the Tianmo hadn't descended on their domains.

Since it had come to the heavens, they had no need to join the fight.

It's not that we won't go—it's that we can't. After all, domains aren't something anyone can traverse.

That was the Honghuang's mindset, and they found this excuse quite reasonable.

Boom! Rumble!

The starry sky trembled, and the universe shook. Looking out, it was like four vast oceans formed by heavenly cultivators, surging and rolling like four black carpets spreading across the stars from all directions, flowing toward the Youming Continent.

Each wave was led by ultimate emperor weapons, their emperor might destroying heavens and earth, intertwined with emperor laws and accompanied by the sounds of the great dao, resonating through every star domain. It was a call to arms.

An ancient saying perfectly described this scene: When one side faces difficulty, support comes from all directions.

After decades of recovery and prosperity, this golden age was no longer what it once was. The rise of the later generations represented new strength, fully capable of upholding the heavens.

Boom! Rumble!

The Youming Continent shook with thunderous booms, shrouded in dark clouds and fog, with demonic energy surging wildly. An array surpassing the emperor level suppressed the Youming's balance, concealing its vital essence.

It was the Zhaxian Heavenly Emperor Array, a tactic commonly used by the Tianmo.

Unfortunately, this time the Tianmo had underestimated the heavens and the Youming Continent. Though the array was in place, the aura leaked out and was detected by the outside world, drawing the heavens to rush to their aid.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The Qingtian Magic Pillar remained as massive as ever, towering between heaven and earth, pitch-black and demonic, etched with ancient demonic patterns and hidden deep in the rolling demonic energy. Every tremor it made carried a demonic sound; the strong felt their minds blur upon hearing it, while the weak were shattered on the spot.

One could see waves of Tianmo pouring out like a sea, gripping cold war spears, clad in black armor, their eyes filled with savagery and faces twisted like fiends.

Gazing down on the Youming Continent, dark clouds blanketed the sky with flashing lightning and thunder. The once beautiful mountains and rivers were now in ruins, mountains collapsing one after another, palaces exploding in succession, trampled into wasteland under the Tianmo's iron hooves.

"Not a single one left!"

It was still the nine great demon lords, lounging on their nine thrones, casually issuing orders and leisurely enjoying the battle, their lips curled in mocking amusement, like rulers of the world gazing upon the ages. In their eyes, the bloody scenes were quite delightful.

"Kill!"

Countless Tianmo soldiers and generals filled the skies and covered the ground, like demons from the nine underworlds, engulfing inch by inch of heaven and earth and devouring swaths of living beings. Bathed in fresh blood, they laughed even more maniacally, the scent of it exciting these fiends to no end.

"War!"

The Youming cultivators roared, organizing their ranks amid the chaos and defending every spiritual mountain and ancient city, using their very bodies to guard the territory behind them.

However, their resistance was futile. The Tianmo army was too vast, their power absolutely suppressing the Youming. Despite fighting to the death, they were defeated step by step, unable to withstand the assault.