Chapter 2610: Emperor's Reincarnated Body vs. Demonic Evil Thought Body

Plop!

Inside the Wu Zi Tian Shu, Ye Chen landed with a thud, headfirst. It wasn’t clear if it was the power of the book or the phantom of Xuan Di doing it deliberately, but the force was immense. He had fallen straight down from the ethereal void.

Getting up, Ye Chen surveyed his surroundings.

Within the Tian Shu, a world had formed. It was pitch black, devoid of light, filled with surging demonic fog and rampant demonic energy. In the sky, lightning bolts tore through the darkness. Beyond that, malicious and evil thoughts lingered, cold and savage, like an invisible force howling in as a fierce wind.

Those with weak minds would be extinguished on the spot.

Listening closely, he could hear the wails of vengeful ghosts, far more piercing than the phantom of Xuan Di’s cries.

"Hao Tian Xian Jun."

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and spotted a vengeful ghost emerging from the dense demonic fog. It was in the form of a soul, its body twisted and fused with evil thoughts, its face grotesquely fierce.

Wasn’t this Hao Tian Xian Jun?

The Hao Tian Xian Jun from the Heavenly Court—he still remembered him vividly. The man had asked Ye Chen to refine pills for him more than once and was actually quite decent.

Now, Hao Tian Xian Jun’s soul was here, which could only mean one thing: Recently, he had come to Bu Zhou Shan, entered the mountain’s crevice, encountered the phantom of Xuan Di, and been lured in to slay the Tian Mo.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t killed the Tian Mo and had ended up trapped here himself.

Besides Hao Tian Xian Jun, there were many other immortals from the Heavenly Court—some Ye Chen had met, others he hadn’t—all in soul form, each more ferocious than the last.

It seemed the phantom of Xuan Di had sent quite a few people in to kill the Tian Mo, but none had succeeded.

"Yin Ming sent you all to find me, so why not just search properly? You had to come to Bu Zhou Shan for some thrill."

Ye Chen sighed regretfully. Hao Tian Xian Jun wasn’t a bad person, but now he had become one of these vengeful ghosts. It was tragic.

Meanwhile, those immortals outside were smarter, teaming up for a casual mountain tour, going through the motions, and heading back.

"Xuan Di, you’ve run out of options? This time, you sent in someone who’s only a Quasi-Emperor at the second level."

As Ye Chen watched, an eerie laugh echoed, cold and desolate, laced with demonic power.

From the depths of the fog, a shadowy figure began to take shape, stepping forward slowly. The surrounding demonic energy and fog parted for it—it was undoubtedly the Tian Mo evil thought that the phantom of Xuan Di had mentioned.

Even as an evil thought, it carried a trace of imperial might, far beyond ordinary evil spirits.

It tread upon a sea of demonic energy and blood, its presence overwhelming, with imperial Dao principles swirling around it, though not fully refined. Its imperial eyes were pitch black, like two black holes or abysses; one glance made one’s mind feel like it was being swallowed.

Ye Chen drew his iron staff, narrowing his eyes and straining to see, but he couldn’t make out the Tian Mo evil thought’s true appearance. Its face was obscured by dark mist, a chaotic blur.

"Old man, I can’t beat him."

Ye Chen sent out a divine sense transmission. This imperial Dao evil thought carried genuine imperial might.

Just that alone put it beyond what he could handle.

Moreover, the Tian Mo evil thought’s combat power was at the absolute peak. If he had an ultimate Dao Emperor weapon, he wouldn’t fear it.

The problem was, he didn’t have an Emperor weapon, and his own power was restricted—his various imperial Dao immortal techniques worked sporadically. A direct fight would mean certain death.

From outside, there was no response from the phantom of Xuan Di, but a brilliant immortal light suddenly shot down from the sky, piercing straight into Ye Chen through his crown and flooding his entire body.

It was a mysterious force, carrying imperial essence and a hint of imperial might. The essence formed armor around him, while the might protected his origin soul.

What excited Ye Chen most was that the invisible suppression he had felt vanished completely.

In other words, he could now use his imperial Dao immortal techniques inside the Tian Shu world.

"You should have said so earlier!"

Ye Chen grinned and cracked his neck. He was free of suppression, but the Tian Mo evil thought was still restricted.

After all, this was the Heavenly Realm, part of the ancient heavens before the three realms divided. Any Tian Mo, whether an emperor or an evil thought, was suppressed here.

"What a pure origin soul." The Tian Mo evil thought sneered.

But as it sneered, its laughter abruptly stopped, and its black hole-like imperial eyes narrowed into slits.

The phantom of Xuan Di could sense the imperial Dao aura in Ye Chen’s body, so how could it, as a Tian Mo evil thought, not detect it? This little Quasi-Emperor carried more than one strand of imperial Dao aura, all belonging to the Tian Mo. Only someone who had slain a Tian Mo Emperor could possess such a thing.

"How is that possible?"

The Tian Mo evil thought was in disbelief.

The emperors of the Tian Mo domain, even suppressed in the heavens, couldn’t possibly be defeated by a second-level Quasi-Emperor.

And not just one—more than one Tian Mo Emperor had fallen to this little Quasi-Emperor. Even with its composure, it was stunned.

"There must be something fishy."

The Tian Mo evil thought snorted coldly, its eyes weaving demonic power into a divination secret technique, using Ye Chen as the base to trace his past life.

But this trace backfired spectacularly. It let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from its mouth, and black blood seeping from its eyes.

In its gaze, shock intensified.

It knew Ye Chen was no ordinary person, but his past life was even more terrifying—someone even it couldn’t divine must be an emperor.

No wonder! The phantom of Xuan Di had chosen him; he must have a powerful background.

"I underestimated you." The Tian Mo evil thought chuckled coldly. "But it doesn’t matter. No matter how strong your past life was, you’re just a little Quasi-Emperor now."

"You’re no fool yourself, choosing to act when the Dao Zu is sealed."

Ye Chen laughed.

"All my schemes have led to this day."

The Tian Mo evil thought moved, advancing step by step, each footfall on the imperial Dao demonic energy as heavy as a mountain, making the dark world tremble and threaten to collapse.

"This place is too cramped. How about we take it outside?"

Ye Chen said with a grin. If he could lure the Tian Mo evil thought out, it would save him the trouble and even wake the Dao Zu.

Then, dealing with Yin Ming would be easier.

The Tian Mo evil thought sneered. "Do you think I’m an idiot?"

"All Tian Mo are dimwitted."

Ye Chen snorted, knowing persuasion wouldn’t work, and launched his attack, vanishing in an instant to strike at the Tian Mo evil thought.

"Overestimating yourself."

The Tian Mo evil thought’s eyes were full of contempt. It didn’t even move, firing a beam of demonic light from its brow that transformed into a origin soul sword, slashing toward him.

In its view, one sword was enough to destroy a second-level Quasi-Emperor.

But to its surprise, the sword missed—or rather, Ye Chen’s body turned illusory in that instant, dodging the fatal blow.

Its attack failed, but Ye Chen’s staff was brutally effective, sending it flying with blood and bones scattered.

"Good, very good."

The Tian Mo evil thought grinned ferociously and thrust a finger of divine light.

Ye Chen tried the same trick again, using his imperial Dao ethereal state.

But it didn’t work this time—the Tian Mo evil thought had locked onto him, breaking his ethereal state.

Thud!

Blood splattered as Ye Chen’s chest was pierced with a bloody hole. If not for the imperial essence armor dissipating the destructive force, the outcome would have been disastrous.

"Seal for me."

The Tian Mo evil thought snorted coldly, forming a seal with one hand. It didn’t plan to kill Ye Chen—it wanted to capture him alive and study him thoroughly.

With that, four copper pillars erupted from the ground, each etched with demonic patterns and linked by imperial Dao order chains, forming a cage. The sealing power inside was overwhelming, halting Ye Chen’s movement.

"Seal your sister."

Ye Chen shouted sharply, using his origin source combined with the imperial might of Xuan Di to shatter the seal. Like a true dragon soaring, he escaped and swung his staff in the Eight Wastelands Strike.

Buzz!

The buzzing was ear-piercing, space collapsed, and even the Tian Mo evil thought staggered back a step.

This proved that infusing the Eight Wastelands intent into the staff was incredibly dominant.

"You deserve to die, you truly deserve to die."

The Tian Mo evil thought raged, reversing the heavens and earth to charge like a ghost, thrusting another finger at Ye Chen’s brow.

In a flash of lightning, the world suddenly bloomed with other shore flowers, each one vividly red like fire, strikingly beautiful in the dark realm.

The other shore flowers bloomed, freezing everything in an eternal moment and neutralizing the fatal finger.

Thud!

The Tian Mo evil thought took another staff hit, flipping through the air in a daze.

"It’s not over yet."

Ye Chen’s voice was icy. Before the Tian Mo evil thought could steady itself, he struck again, his staff piercing its body and channeling reincarnation immortal power, nearly reducing it to ashes.

Damn it!

The Tian Mo evil thought gritted its teeth and retreated, waving a hand to erase a strange mark on its body—one that Ye Chen had placed.

Ye Chen had managed to reach it instantly thanks to that mark, which carried reincarnation power.

Though furious, the Tian Mo evil thought was also shocked by Ye Chen’s abilities. Not only did he master spatial and temporal immortal laws, but he had also comprehended reincarnation principles. One reincarnation mark for teleportation and one for destructive power had even made it suffer greatly.

"Good kid, you’re impressive!"

Outside, the phantom of Xuan Di watched in astonishment.

The Tian Mo evil thought was shocked, and so was he.

In his memory, even the true self of Xuan Di had only grasped the basics, yet this little Quasi-Emperor had such profound insight, sparking even more curiosity about Ye Chen’s past life—who could it be?

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As he marveled, the battle erupted in the Tian Shu world.

The dark realm split into two sides.

On one side, the Tian Mo evil thought summoned the Wuwang Demon Land, filled with mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, and intertwined destructive phenomena, with imperial Dao principles coiling around it. It stood there like a demonic god, demonic energy surging and fog roiling.

On the other, Ye Chen unfolded the Chaos Great Realm, where the Great Dao’s heavenly sounds echoed, all things evolved within, from mountains and rivers to trees and plants, each containing life. He stood like an immortal king, overlooking the eight wastelands.

"Kill!"

"Fight!"

The two clashed across the sky: Wuwang Demon Land against Chaos Great Realm, Tian Mo evil thought against Ye Chen. Each collision spread waves of annihilation, obliterating demonic energy, burying vengeful ghosts, and collapsing vast swaths of space, even shattering the very fabric of the universe.

The battle was brutally bloody, with blood raining down amid flashes of lightning, staining the dark world red.

Though it was two Quasi-Emperors fighting, it felt like two emperors at war.

They were evenly matched.

Ye Chen wielded numerous immortal laws and comprehended many principles; the Tian Mo evil thought was no slouch, unleashing endless imperial Dao techniques and landing heavy blows on Ye Chen more than once.

The scene was quite spectacular.

One was the Di Zun reincarnation body, the other the Tian Mo evil thought body, and there was also the phantom body of Xuan Di—all connected to emperors. Two were battling, one was watching.

As for who would win, it was hard to say.

"It’s comprehended the Chaos Dao as well."

"This kid—Hong Jun never mentioned him."

"With this level of power, it could rival a Chaos Body."

"And this combat mindset—was it honed from slaying emperors?"

The phantom of Xuan Di muttered to himself, his gaze toward Ye Chen growing deeper with meaning.

He hadn’t expected much from Ye Chen at first, but this little Quasi-Emperor was fighting brilliantly—even peaks among Quasi-Emperors couldn’t match him.

Roar! Roar!

In the Tian Shu world, dragon roars suddenly echoed.

In the dark void, the Tian Mo evil thought transformed into a dragon, sweeping through torrents of demonic energy and soaring through the rolling fog. Its body was pitch black and massive as a mountain, crushing space and with black imperial eyes manifesting Dao principles.

Opposite it, immortal light burst forth as Ye Chen also turned into a true dragon, golden and radiant, every scale infused with the imperial essence of Xuan Di. It coiled in the galaxy, its eyes deep as the starry sky, also evolving Dao essence.

The two dragons—one black, one gold—were strikingly vivid.

The battle grew even more savage.

Ye Chen was covered in wounds, and the Tian Mo evil thought was a mess of injuries, fighting from the eastern sky all the way to the western heavens, turning the Tian Shu world into utter chaos.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

The phantom of Xuan Di watched with his mouth agape. Even if he had entered personally, he couldn’t have fought as dominantly as Ye Chen.

He felt that way, and so did the Tian Mo evil thought—its imperial eyes were bloodshot, both enraged and astounded.

Only by fighting Ye Chen directly did it realize how terrifying this little Quasi-Emperor was. His combat mindset surpassed its own, and he was incredibly resilient.

It was already at its limit, yet Ye Chen, that stubborn rock, was still full of vigor and fighting fiercer by the second.

In truth, it had already lost.

After all, Ye Chen was several realms below it.

"Fight!"

Ye Chen roared from his soul, bathed in the Tian Mo’s blood, his entire body seeming to burn like fire.

Carrying the blood debt of Da Chu’s heroic spirits, he had been fighting desperately from the start. Every memory of a fallen hero fueled his will a bit more.

The hopes of countless ancestors and descendants were the source of his fighting spirit.

In the nine heavens and ten earths, he was invincible.

"This kid’s gone mad!"

Ye Chen’s frenzy even moved the phantom of Xuan Di.

Through the Tian Shu, he could sense the grief and fury in Ye Chen’s heart, as if the Tian Mo opposite him had a personal vendetta, like a father-slayer.

Boom! Bang!

Another two thunderous booms, and both the Tian Mo evil thought and Ye Chen reverted to human form, plummeting from the sky and crashing into the ground, creating massive craters. One was drenched in blood and bones, the other in scattered flesh.

With that, the booms faded.

Or perhaps, it was just a pause.

After a while, Ye Chen crawled out of his crater, gripping his blood-stained iron staff, his murderous aura soaring, his body riddled with wounds, but he ignored them. His eyes gleamed with icy killing intent, as real as substance.

"I don’t believe it."

"I don’t believe it."

Accompanied by furious roars, the Tian Mo evil thought also emerged from its crater, staggering, with exposed blood and bones, its eyes toward Ye Chen filled with hatred and savagery.

As an emperor’s evil thought, it had been beaten this badly by a second-level Quasi-Emperor—its supreme imperial dignity was in tatters.

For the first time, the black mist hiding its appearance dissipated from the battle, revealing its true face—twisted and demonic, like a fiend.

Ye Chen saw it and froze, instinctively stopping, his expression strange.

"This guy looks so familiar! Why?"