Chapter 2640: Emperor's Support

Kill!

Fight!

In the nighttime San Xian Jie, the cries of battle shook the heavens.

The Hua Shan allied forces had launched their assault, surrounding the Tian Ting army, which in turn had encircled Hua Shan. Now, they were attacking from all sides.

However, their strength was far too limited—or rather, the Tian Ting army was overwhelmingly powerful, like an unshakeable majestic mountain. Though the Hua Shan allies fought fiercely, it was akin to mere scratching.

At the eastern wall of Hua Shan, Tian Zun had emerged from the city tower, standing silently like a sentinel. Ye Chen had left, and he was taking over as that formidable deterrent. With him present, the Tian Ting heavenly soldiers and generals were indeed cautious, holding back their attacks for a long while.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

While this front remained quiet, the other walls were under fierce assault. The Hua Shan walls had cracked multiple times, and the Tian Ting army had breached them on several occasions, only to be repelled by the Hua Shan soldiers and generals in grueling standoffs.

Even so, Tian Ting continued to send in reinforcements endlessly, as if they wouldn't stop until they completely devoured Hua Shan. In contrast, the Hua Shan side, though numerous in allies, was like insignificant insects compared to Tian Ting.

"They're still sending more troops? How the hell are we supposed to fight this?"

On a mountain peak, Niu Mo Wang gripped his blood-drenched battle axe, cursing under his breath. He had just clashed with the Tian Ting army and been forced to retreat. Not only had they failed to break through the enemy's defenses, but they had also suffered heavy losses.

Behind him, war banners fluttered wildly.

His army was there too, spread across various peaks, each warrior brimming with ferocity. But when they glimpsed the scale of the Tian Ting forces, they couldn't help but grimace and click their tongues. As far as the eye could see, it was all heavenly soldiers and generals—a vast, dark ocean.

Like them, the other Hua Shan allied forces were in similar straits, either arrayed on the vast plains or standing in the empty skies, all battered and weary.

Overlooking the world, that blood-soaked battlefield had Hua Shan at its center, surrounded by walls spanning a hundred thousand li, with the Tian Ting army encircling those walls, and the Hua Shan allies positioned beyond them.

Yin Yang was no fool; he had stationed heavy troops on the outer perimeter to block the Hua Shan allies, while focusing their main force on assaulting Hua Shan. Breaking through the walls was only a matter of time.

He wasn't foolish, and neither was Hua Shan. As Tian Ting reinforced their numbers, Hua Shan was seeking alliances from all quarters. Those forces that had already changed hands were showing such inclinations, with their leaders being more clear-headed than the previous ones. At least, they understood the principle of mutual dependence and knew their true enemy was the upper realm's Tian Ting.

As the saying went, to stand against Tian Ting, they needed the full might of the entire San Xian Jie. If they remained divided, they would be picked off one by one.

Remarkably, Hua Shan's efforts hadn't been in vain. Some forces had indeed formed alliances, switching sides from their previous leanings toward Tian Ting.

In their eyes, Ye Chen was far more reliable than Yin Ming. If Tian Ting unified the heavens, their days would be numbered. But if Hua Shan unified San Xian Jie, they might still survive. That was the difference.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry."

In Hua Shan, streaks of divine rainbows flashed through the void, with figures darting back and forth in a frenzy of activity. Most were armored warriors heading to reinforce the front lines, while the gravely wounded were being carried back to Hua Shan's main base for treatment.

At the highest peak of Hua Shan, the Hua Shan Zhen Ren's face was exceptionally grim. Though he was deep within Hua Shan, he was aware of the dire situation on all fronts. Multiple walls had been breached, and only the desperate defense by Hua Shan's soldiers had prevented total collapse. At this rate, the walls falling was just a matter of time.

"The undefeated war god truly lives up to his reputation," Di Yuan Zhen Ren said with a deep breath.

The elders didn't refute him. Yin Yang might not be the strongest in Tian Ting, but he was the most skilled in warfare. His years of accumulated victories and built-up prestige had turned his name into a belief among the heavenly soldiers and generals. This belief was perhaps the source of their morale, allowing every soldier to unleash greater power than usual.

Of course, Hua Shan had its own belief: the resolve to defend their territory. This was a contest between Tian Ting and Hua Shan, a clash of beliefs against beliefs.

"Many forces and races have agreed to ally and will soon send troops for reinforcement," the Intelligence Pavilion Master reported once more, bringing welcome news.

This brought a slight sense of relief to the elders. But what they truly awaited were the Kun Lun lineage and the Si Yue. Only if they joined the fight would San Xian Jie truly have the qualifications to rival Tian Ting.

Unfortunately, the Kun Lun Sect was still waiting.

And while the Si Yue had all changed hands, they were in the midst of recovery. Their new leaders hadn't fully consolidated control and couldn't afford to join the battle again.

As they watched, space suddenly twisted, and a gate of light burst open. Tian Zun's avatar stepped out, carrying the blood-soaked Ye Chen.

"This..." Hua Shan Zhen Ren and the elders rushed forward in alarm. Ye Chen's condition was dire—his body covered in countless cracks, each seeping bright red blood, leaving him a mangled, blood-drenched figure.

"A curse?" Hua Shan Zhen Ren's expression changed instantly. He could tell the source of Ye Chen's injuries: a terrifying curse seal power ravaging his primordial spirit, intent on devouring him.

"It must be Tian Ting's doing," Hua Shan Xian Zi said coldly. She wanted to help but didn't know how. She was skilled in alchemy, not countering curses, so she could only watch anxiously.

"Don't get close."

Hua Shan Zhen Ren sharply warned, placing a palm on Ye Chen's crown. Purple immortal light flowed from him, pouring into Ye Chen's body and forming a protective barrier around his core.

To his shock, the curse power was extraordinarily dominant. The light shield he had just summoned was already riddled with damage. Moreover, upon contact with Ye Chen, that strange curse tried to backfire on him.

"Senior, I need Di Yun," Ye Chen said weakly.

"Hold on." Hua Shan Zhen Ren ignored the curse's backlash, hoisted Ye Chen onto his back, and sped away like a divine ray, plunging into the depths of Hua Shan.

Underground, a sea of purple clouds drifted and surged, occasionally rolling with waves that revealed mysterious visions, faintly visible, accompanied by the echoes of the Great Dao. This was the essence of Hua Shan's foundation.

Hua Shan Zhen Ren headed straight for the depths.

Upon reaching the area where Di Yun intertwined, he set Ye Chen down and staggered back, nearly collapsing. He was now tinged with colorful immortal light—the lingering effects of the curse, incredibly fearsome. He could only imagine the ordeal Ye Chen had endured.

"I know you have sentience. Please help," Ye Chen transmitted a divine sense as he sat cross-legged.

At his words, the cloud sea erupted in massive waves. The purple Di Yun surged forth with terrifying imperial might, forming a vortex centered on Ye Chen and spinning rapidly. The entire sea was stirred, and even the current Hua Shan leader was flung away by a massive wave, with no regard for courtesy.

Hua Shan Zhen Ren steadied himself and stared intently. The Di Yun had sentience; it had driven him out but not Ye Chen. This was a good sign—it might truly help Ye Chen dispel the curse.

Deeper within, the Di Yun roiled, enveloping Ye Chen in purple essence. Waves of Di Yun gently lapped at his body, devoid of any destructive force.

Above his head, mist and rain swirled, cascading down as if to cleanse him of unwanted impurities—the so-called impurities being the Zhu Xian Jian's curse.

As Ye Chen had said, the Di Yun had sentience. Since the Dao Ancestor opposed the Zhu Xian Jian, so did its essence, abhorring the colorful immortal light to the point of agitation without being summoned. It would have emerged regardless, not to aid Ye Chen, but because it loathed the colorful light intensely, to the verge of wanting to strike.

Looking at Ye Chen, the colorful immortal light on him grew even more turbulent, whether from fear or rage, its assault becoming fiercer.

But Di Yun wasn't to be trifled with; it was even more ferocious. The purple light of Di Yun clashed with the Zhu Xian's colorful light, their battlefield being Ye Chen's body. Di Yun sought to erase the colorful light, while the colorful light aimed to suppress Di Yun.

Ye Chen's eyes burned with determination. He channeled the Hua Shan Di Yun, merging it with his own power, and fully activated the Ni Tian Lun Hui, forming illusory armor plates that assembled into ethereal armor, shielding his primordial spirit.

As he expected, the power of reincarnation now carried supreme imperial might, far surpassing before. No matter how the curse attacked, it couldn't breach the armor—it was either blocked by Di Yun or dissolved by his reversal of the wheel of reincarnation.

For the first time since being cursed, Ye Chen let out a slow breath of relief. With Di Yun's aid, he had stabilized his position, gaining a moment to recover and protect his fundamental essence.

Next, he drew more Di Yun to safeguard his origin, Dao root, limbs, bones, organs, meridians—even the blood flowing through his veins, his sea of energy, and his divine sea—all were clad in Di Yun armor, making him as impregnable as a fortress for this war of attrition.

Facts proved that seeking Di Yun's help was a wise decision. Certain that Di Yun opposed the Zhu Xian Jian, Ye Chen and Di Yun might not be allies, but they shared a common enemy in the Zhu Xian Jian. Di Yun would fight with full force.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Such sounds rang out incessantly from Ye Chen's body, like thunderous storms, with faint threads of lightning flickering across his surface and within.

This was the clash between the Di Yun and the curse's power, manifesting briefly before being extinguished by the reversal of the wheel of reincarnation.

Pop!

Amid the booms, this distinct sound emerged.

In the void, it seemed a barrier had shattered, originating precisely from Ye Chen's right eye—or more accurately, from his Liu Dao Xue Lun Yan, which had gained a mysterious new force.

"Blood Wheel Tian Zu," Ye Chen murmured in surprise. He had unexpectedly awakened a forbidden Blood Wheel technique, catching him off guard.

"Turning misfortune into fortune?" Ye Chen couldn't help but smile. It was likely due to the Zhu Xian, another curse that had inadvertently triggered the awakening of Blood Wheel Tian Zu.

This was clearly an unexpected boon.

The colorful immortal sword was quite the unwitting helper, always bringing him some kind of fortune amid its mischief. This wasn't the first time.

"Just you wait. Once I recover, I'll make you taste the power of a curse too," Ye Chen thought coldly, resolving to counter the Zhu Xian Jian. If it could scheme against him through the Ying Jie barrier, he could do the same across that ethereal divide.

Blood Wheel Tian Zu would be his blade.