Chapter 2459: Re-Integration

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The starry sky rumbled endlessly, with stars collapsing one by one around it. The battle to suppress Hong Chen Liu Dao was incredibly fierce, with many quasi-emperors spilling blood. Hong Chen Liu Dao was in a state of utter chaos, striking without holding back, even attacking Di Ji, not to mention the others.

That expanse of starry sky had turned into complete turmoil, with emperor-level immortal light shooting out and destructive visions intertwining. Just watching it was enough to send chills down the spine—over a hundred peak quasi-emperors couldn't even take down a single Hong Chen Liu Dao.

“This is too strong.” Too many people swallowed hard in secret, their hearts racing with fear. They had known Hong Chen Liu Dao was powerful, but they hadn't realized it was this overwhelming, impossible to seal no matter what.

“It's not just any ordinary curse boosting its power.” Those with sharp insight noticed some clues.

“What about the Emperor and the female Saint Body? Why haven't they shown up?” More people wondered aloud. Given such a massive disturbance, the two great Saint Bodies couldn't possibly be unaware.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The starry sky was in chaos, and so was the Zang Shen Gu Di. The once-calm sea of chaotic clouds had become turbulent, with massive waves of mist surging and rumbles growing louder and more intense.

In the next instant, people were sent flying out one after another, mostly treasure-seeking cultivators, all covered in blood and mangled bones. Those with weaker foundations had their physical bodies destroyed, leaving only faint primordial spirits.

Following them were the various heaven's emperor-level figures—not just one or two, but a whole group—flung out together, also with blood and bones scattering, adding another layer of crimson to the starry sky.

“This...”

The world was stunned, and most of those watching the Hong Chen Liu Dao battle turned their gazes. Zang Shen Gu Di had year-wheel suppression and cultivation restrictions, yet these talents, all at the emperor level, had been driven out en masse. Just how powerful must the one who attacked them be?

Pfft!

Amid the exclamations, another figure flew out—it was the five young emperors of the forbidden zones and Dong Shen Yao Chi. Ji Ning Shuang was already pushed to her absolute limit, her beautiful eyes on the verge of losing their last trace of clarity.

This sight shocked everyone even more. Even the young emperors had been defeated?

Everyone had emerged, except for Ye Chen.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

More banging sounds echoed, slow and rhythmic, coming from the ancient ground and drawing nearer. From the sound alone, it was clear someone was approaching. Before the figure appeared, rolling demonic aura surged forth, laden with demonic power that made the eternal blue sky tremble with each wisp.

The world looked up in unison, gazing toward the entrance of Zang Shen Gu Di. Even the quasi-emperors besieging Hong Chen Liu Dao paused their fight, turning their eyes this way.

Under the watchful gaze of all, Ye Chen stepped out slowly, gripping the Zhu Xian Sword in his hand. He trod upon a sea of demonic aura and blood, like a demonic god from the Nine Serenities, his demonic might overwhelming and making the entire star domain quake.

“Ye Chen?” The world was astonished. They hadn't expected the one who had severely wounded the heaven's cultivators to be the Tenth Emperor of Great Chu, and in a demonized state at that. His aura was extraordinarily powerful.

“How is this possible?”

The quasi-emperors of Great Chu, the emperors of various heavens' races, the ancestors of major forces—including Tian Zhu Di Mie—all furrowed their brows deeply, staring fixedly at Ye Chen's right hand, more precisely at the sword in it that glowed with seven-colored immortal light. It was the damned Zhu Xian Sword.

They had heard Ye Chen say that the Zhu Xian Sword had entered the ancient wilderness, and now here it was, in his hand. How could they not be shocked?

“The Zhu Xian Sword has returned. Did something happen to the Emperor and the female Saint Body?” The Ten Yama Kings frowned, a growing sense of foreboding intensifying in that moment.

“Truly vast divine powers—how did it come back?”

“Now it seems, the one that cursed Hong Chen Liu Dao must be it; the one that unlocked the Emperor's seal must also be it.”

“Ye Chen's demonization is undoubtedly connected to it.”

The quasi-emperors all spoke, their faces turning extremely grim. Seeing the Zhu Xian Sword again explained everything—it was indeed a conspiracy, the Zhu Xian Sword's scheme.

“Today is destined to be a great harvest.”

Ye Chen laughed, standing high above like a sovereign overlooking the world, his words ethereal and desolate, shaking the eternal immortal vault. His voice carried an irresistible demonic force, disrupting the minds of all, like a supreme decree that left no room for defiance.

“Take this from me, old Sun!”

Sheng Yuan Huang roared, shattering the heavens with a single step as he swung his staff.

Ye Chen didn't even glance his way, flipping his hand to slash out with a sword.

The staff and sword clashed, producing a sharp clang. Even someone as strong as Sheng Yuan Huang was sent flying by the strike, leaving the world staring in stunned silence. After all, he wielded an ultimate emperor artifact.

Kui Niu Huang, arriving later, fared no better and couldn't withstand a single sword from Ye Chen.

His power left the Nine Emperors and the divine generals utterly horrified. This demonized state was far from simple; his demonization was stronger than before, with more than one force enhancing his combat abilities, dominating the heavens and earth.

Zing! Zing!

Sword cries suddenly rang out, with billions of immortal swords resonating. The four great sword cultivators all moved.

Now, even the demonized Ye Chen was outmatched. He dodged the strikes from Jian Shen and Jian Xian but was hit by Jian Zun and Jiu Jian San Ren, nearly being split apart.

However, his recovery ability was domineering; his wounds healed in an instant.

“Interesting.”

Ye Chen gave a faint smile and formed a seal with one hand.

Immediately, Hong Chen Liu Dao from another part of the starry sky vanished and reappeared at his side, likely due to some immortal technique that summoned them.

“They're going to merge—stop them!”

Tian Zhu Di Mie couldn't stay still any longer and shouted abruptly.

No need for them to say it; the quasi-emperors were already acting, raising their emperor artifacts to the sky and unleashing beams of emperor light, each casting world-shaking immortal techniques to prevent the demonized Ye Chen and Hong Chen Liu Dao from fusing.

Individually, the three of them weren't much trouble—there were ways to suppress them.

But if they merged, it would be like activating a divine cheat. Though the world didn't know, they did. The connection between Ye Chen and Hong Chen Liu Dao involved ancient secrets; Hong Chen Liu Dao's roots all stemmed from Ye Chen. The three merging would grant unimaginable abilities.

Recalling the past, when the heavenly demons invaded Great Chu, it was their merger that slaughtered the demon emperor. In other words, the fused trio had the power to slay an emperor.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Emperor-level attacks and immortal techniques filled the sky, shrouding that starry sky and blasting the vast universe to pieces. Smoke billowed, turning everything chaotic and obscuring the world's view.

When the smoke cleared, what the world saw was a layer of seven-colored, demonic light spreading out, knocking back the various emperors and quasi-emperors, sending them all flying.

Then, a beam of light shot into the sky, piercing a massive hole in the void.

Boom!

A pressure that made everyone tremble erupted—it wasn't the ultimate emperor's aura, but it was no weaker, a heaven-shattering force that caused that starry sky to collapse.

In the haze, the world glimpsed a vague figure. Hong Chen and Liu Dao were gone; only Ye Chen remained, the three having merged. The overwhelming pressure was world-ending.

“Damn it.”

Tian Zhu Di Mie gritted their teeth, blood trickling from their mouths nonstop. This era of emperor changes was full of endless upheavals. One Zhu Xian Sword had disrupted the heavens' order, creating a terrifying variable.

“This is troublesome.”

The quasi-emperors steadied themselves, their expressions gravely serious. With the three merged and the Zhu Xian Sword enhancing them, no one could predict just how powerful they would be. None could face them alone.

“Is this a great emperor?”

The world's expressions were dazed, and those with weaker cultivation couldn't help but kneel, their faces pale and bloodless, all due to the pressure from Ye Chen, which made their trembling souls impossible to calm.

“This guy's putting on quite the show.”

Xiao Yuan Huang and Kui Niu spoke in unison, curling their lips, and the heaven's emperor-level figures didn't look much better. This merger was like facing an emperor—he had slain one before.

Compared to them, the forbidden zone young emperors' expressions were indescribable. Why were there so many oddities in the heavens? Three identical people—were they triplets?

“The heavens, tremble!”

Ye Chen's eerie laugh echoed through the vast starry sky, like ancient thunder, shattering the immense universe. No one knew how many stars were shaken to pieces or how many cultivators had their bodies exploded from the shock.

A supreme demonic god had been born.