Chapter 2611: Elimination of Evil Thoughts

"Yu Di?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, his expression growing even stranger. He was absolutely certain it was not a mistake—the majestic appearance of that Tian Mo evil thought was identical to that of the Tian Ting's Yu Di.

"Old man, have you ever seen the Yu Di of Tian Ting?" Ye Chen transmitted his voice. "What is his relationship with this Tian Mo evil thought?"

"The predecessor of Yu Di was precisely that Tian Mo emperor. However, Dao Zu had purified away his Tian Mo bloodline and Tian Mo origin."

"Don't try to fool me. When the ancient Tian Ting fell, Dao Zu hadn't even been born yet—the timeline clearly doesn't match up," Ye Chen said irritably. "Besides, without the Qing Tian Mo Zhu as a foundation, how could that Tian Mo emperor have lived for so long?"

"I don't have time to fool you." The Xuan Di phantom's words were quite ethereal as he slowly explained, "Most Tian Mo races cannot survive without the Qing Tian Mo Zhu as a foundation, but a few Tian Mo races can ignore such restrictions. Take that Tian Mo emperor, for example. In the ancient bloody battles, when the ancient Tian Ting was defeated, the first type of Sheng Ti and Tian Mo also suffered devastating blows. That Tian Mo emperor was personally sealed by the Nu Di. It wasn't until the era of Dao Zu that Hong Jun unsealed him, purifying away his Tian Mo bloodline and Tian Mo memories, thus creating a new life form—the current Yu Di of Tian Ting."

"So that's how it is."

Ye Chen murmured to himself, his eyes narrowing slightly. He knew exactly whom the Xuan Di phantom meant by Nu Di—it must be the commander of the ancient Tian Ting.

In that instant, his eyes burst with dazzling Xian Mang, filled with unconcealed joy. He had truly confirmed his suspicion: Yu Di's predecessor was indeed a Tian Mo.

Dao Zu's methods were truly superior. If he encountered another reincarnated person like Dan Mo, he could just find Hong Jun to break the deadlock.

"Unfortunately, Hong Jun didn't do it thoroughly enough." The Xuan Di phantom continued, "Although the Tian Mo memories and bloodline were purified, some remnants persisted, and there are signs of potential resurgence."

"I can see that." Ye Chen took a deep breath and glanced at the Tian Mo evil thought opposite him. "You shouldn't have had me fight him—you should have gone for Yu Di."

"Going to him might cause trouble."

The Xuan Di phantom gave a dry cough. After all, Yu Di's purification wasn't complete, and if he encountered the evil thought, they might end up merging.

Ye Chen said no more, merely staring coldly at his opponent.

"Kill... kill... kill."

The Tian Mo evil thought gritted his teeth, reshaping his divine body and regathering his combat power, surging forward with overwhelming demonic fog.

Ye Chen snorted coldly and charged head-on, swinging his staff with earth-shattering force, capable of smashing through a hundred thousand mountains.

The Tian Mo evil thought summoned the Mo Sha blood sea to block Ye Chen's staff strike, then flipped his hand to unleash a palm that covered the sky.

"I'll stab."

Ye Chen gripped his iron staff and thrust it upward like a pillar holding up the heavens, piercing through the sky-covering palm and sending the Tian Mo evil thought staggering, nearly tumbling into the void.

"I don't believe it."

The Tian Mo evil thought roared, slashing his finger and letting fresh blood rain down. Each drop transformed into a rune, intertwined with Mo Wen, fixing the chaotic Qian Kun and unleashing sealing power to suppress Ye Chen.

"I'll stab again."

Ye Chen thrust his staff upward, the iron staff expanding massively and recklessly disrupting the seal. The newly formed Mo Wen seals were shattered by his stirring.

"Perish for me."

The Tian Mo evil thought went berserk, sacrificing his Ben Ming Yi Xiang.

It was that same boundless Mo Tu, like a sky-covering cloud, pressing down from above. Wherever it passed, space collapsed, Qian Kun was destroyed, and countless fierce ghosts wailed as they were ground to ash.

"I'll still stab."

Ye Chen shouted boisterously, his iron staff humming as it rapidly grew enormous, poking a massive hole straight through the Tian Mo evil thought's Ben Ming Yi Xiang from top to bottom.

The boundless Mo Tu rumbled and fragmented, exploding inch by inch.

Thud!

The Tian Mo evil thought spat blood—it was unclear whether from injury or rage. As the evil thought of an emperor, he was actually forced to spit blood by a minor Zhun Di with just three stabs.

The Xuan Di phantom's gaze was full of profound meaning.

Among those who wielded staffs, Ye Chen was undoubtedly a prime example. The Ding Hai Shen Zhen in his hands was incredibly ferocious.

"Kill!"

The Tian Mo evil thought shrieked, his face twisted in savagery.

He raised his hands to the sky, weaving evil and wicked thoughts together, with Di Wei laws rampant and fused with Mo Sha demonic fog, forming a sun—a pitch-black sun. Billions of rays of black sunlight shot out, cold and desolate, demonic and violent, carrying the power to destroy heavens and earth.

Ye Chen tensed and propped up his Hun Dun Da Jie.

However, the Tian Mo evil thought's immortal technique was extremely domineering. The lush Hun Dun Da Jie was pierced full of wounds by the black sunlight, with every mountain, river, plant, and tree losing its vitality and collapsing in patches.

"You're forcing me."

Ye Chen snorted coldly and abruptly planted his iron staff in the ground.

Then, he fused Xian Huo with Dao Jing to form a divine bow, and merged Ben Yuan with Di Yun to create a divine arrow.

He drew the bow like a full moon, loosing a thunderous divine arrow that shot straight toward the black sun with devastating force.

Whenever he saw something round and smooth, he had this habitual move.

The Wu Clan's sky-shooting secret technique was precisely the counter to such divine abilities.

Buzz!

The thunderous divine arrow soared against the heavens, also carrying destructive might, and pierced right through the Tian Mo evil thought's sun in one shot.

Thud!

With the secret technique broken, the Tian Mo evil thought staggered back a step and spat another mouthful of old blood, his face turning deathly pale from the massive consumption.

"It's over."

Ye Chen's ethereal words echoed as the second divine arrow was already loosed, even more powerful than the first.

The Tian Mo evil thought suddenly steadied himself, clasping his hands together to summon a massive black bell that enveloped his body, intending to block the divine arrow with it.

Clang! Crack!

The sounds rang out in succession.

The divine arrow collided with the bell, producing a crisp metallic clash and sparking bright flames.

Immediately after, the bell shattered, pierced by the divine arrow.

Pierced along with it was the Tian Mo evil thought himself, from front chest straight through to his back, with black blood spurting out, strikingly vivid.

"Ah!"

The Tian Mo evil thought bellowed in rage. No matter how unwilling, he was defeated, plummeting from the void like a falling star, his entire demonic light rapidly extinguishing.

For the second time, he smashed a deep crater into the ground.

Ye Chen descended from the skies, standing in the void like a worldly sovereign, overlooking the Tian Mo evil thought.

For a long time, the Tian Mo evil thought did not rise again. Though he yearned to fight on, he was powerless, lying feebly in the pit with blood surging from his mouth, his scarlet eyes etched with savagery.

Millennia ago, he had been utterly defeated.

Millennia later, he was defeated again, even more miserably than before.

At least back then, he had lost to an emperor.

Now, he had lost to a minor Zhun Di.

Ye Chen frowned. The Tian Mo evil thought's aura had dissipated, and even if dragged out, he no longer qualified to alarm Dao Zu.

In other words, whether the Tian Mo evil thought produced the Tian Shu or not was irrelevant.

Thinking this, Ye Chen thrust his staff straight down from the heavens, infused with Xuan Di's Di Wei and Di Yun.

Boom!

The staff struck, piercing a deep abyss into the ground and making the entire Tian Shu world tremble.

As for the Tian Mo evil thought in the pit, his soul scattered to the winds.

After scheming for endless ages, it all ended in failure. Only his unwilling roars echoed infinitely through the heavens and earth.

With his death and the evil thought's extermination, this dim Tian Shu world was bathed in light. Wherever the light passed, Mo Sha was swept away, and demonic fog was buried.

" Nicely done."

The Xuan Di phantom chuckled, hooking Ye Chen with a small fishing line and pulling him out.

Thud!

The moment he landed, Ye Chen spat a mouthful of fresh blood and nearly stumbled, barely managing to stay upright.

He had slain the Tian Mo evil thought, but at a heavy cost.

His heaven-defying feat came with correspondingly severe exhaustion.

Glancing at the Tian Shu, its pages rustled and flipped, surrounded by Xian Guang, with Dao Yun like radiant colors overflowing and surging, accompanied by the resounding echoes of the Great Dao. The book was wordless, yet it exuded a heavenly aura.

"The essence of the Tian Shu has returned," the Xuan Di phantom said with a smile.

"Give me the Tian Shu; I have great use for it." Ye Chen stowed his iron staff and popped a handful of Dan Yao into his mouth.

The Xuan Di phantom eyed him sideways, sizing up Ye Chen. This wordless Tian Shu would be useful to anyone.

Ye Chen ignored him and casually took the Tian Shu, tucking it into his Xiao World. After such a fierce battle, there was finally some reward.

Bringing the Tian Shu back, Yao Chi would surely be delighted.

Who knows, it might even let him sleep in the bed.

Thinking of that, how wonderful!

Meanwhile, the Xuan Di phantom put away his fishing rod and clasped his hands, still wearing his hood and cloak, his body as illusory as ever, flickering in and out of visibility.

"How long will Dao Zu's self-seal last?" Ye Chen wiped the fresh blood from his mouth.

"Without any surprises, at least a hundred years."

"Is there a special way to wake him?"

"If there were, would I still be here fishing for Tian Mo?" the Xuan Di phantom scolded.

Ye Chen fell silent again, feeling frustrated once more.

It seemed he really needed to stir up some major commotion for Dao Zu, or that guy wouldn't wake up.

"Who exactly are you?"

The Xuan Di phantom asked leisurely, his words laden with meaning.

"I am..."

"Ah."

"Go on, scream for me."

Ye Chen finally couldn't hold back and slapped him across the face. He casually pulled out the iron staff he had just stowed in his Xiao World.

This time, the Xuan Di phantom's screams were genuinely real.

Ye Chen's iron staff was quite invigorating after a few hits.

The scene was quite a sight.

Who would have thought that in this remote Buzhou Shan, the reincarnation of the Di Zun would beat up the Xuan Di phantom?

This wasn't Ye Chen's fault; it was just that the Xuan Di was too unruly, letting out those shrieks from time to time, and they were so startling. As the tenth emperor of Da Chu, he naturally couldn't tolerate it.

"If you howl like a wolf again, every time I see you, I'll beat you once."

Ye Chen grumbled as he left, staff in hand, the big word "satisfied" clearly written on his face.

Behind him, the Xuan Di phantom looked utterly disheveled.

He really couldn't move, just sitting in mid-air, shaking his head fiercely, his mind buzzing. Even the faint trace of his spiritual intelligence nearly got extinguished by Ye Chen.

"Fine, you just wait for me."

Only after a long while did the Xuan Di phantom regain his senses, his old face as dark as night.

Then, his body fully faded—or rather, merged into the rock wall.

As he merged, the broken array patterns in the mountain crevices became vibrant once more, no longer damaged, connecting with each other and then engraving into the heavens and earth, vanishing from sight.

This was the reason he couldn't move—he was the anchor of an array. If he moved, the array patterns would chaos, and the Qian Kun of Buzhou Shan would be affected.

That wouldn't be a big issue, but if it disrupted the Qian Kun of Tian Jie, it would be a disaster, implicating the three realms of Tian Ren.

As the saying goes, pulling one hair moves the whole body.