Chapter 2644: Curse Tracing

Kill!

Fight!

Before dawn broke, battle cries resounded across the four seas and eight wildernesses. Forces from all directions joined the fray, truly igniting the decisive war between the upper realm and the lower realm.

Gazing into the distance, the Heavenly Court army was like a vast, dark ocean, while the Scattered Immortal Realm alliance formed another vast, dark ocean, both churning with towering waves.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Earth-shaking roars thundered as the two oceans collided, engulfing entire groups of figures—both allies and Heavenly Soldiers. Eyes bloodshot with rage, they fought fiercely across every barren plain, vast sea, and mountain range. Mountains crumbled one after another, voids shattered piece by piece, blood stained the skies and flooded the earth, leaving mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

In the Heavenly Court Sovereign's palace, watching the illusory water screen in the hall, Yin Ming stumbled back a step.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the Scattered Immortal Realm could truly unite on such a grand scale, and that their combined strength could shock even him.

In contrast, his third Imperial Brother remained indifferent, or rather, his expression hadn't changed from the beginning, showing none of the expected surprise.

The union of the Scattered Immortal Realm had been within his expectations. The lower realm might seem like a scattered mess without external pressure, but with such pressure, they would inevitably band together. His Heavenly Court was that very pressure, forcing the Scattered Immortal Realm to sense the crisis and rise up in attack. Now, these local powers could contend with the mighty dragon.

Boom! Boom!

As the allied forces from all sides continued relentlessly, the battle fluctuations grew even more intense. The Heavenly Soldiers and generals stationed on the outskirts retreated repeatedly. Though they had started with high morale, they were now suppressed by the Scattered Immortal Realm alliance's fighting spirit. Forget counterattacking—they could barely hold their ground.

"This kind of grand scene without any Holy Lords joining in feels really unusual." On the city wall, the reincarnated people of Da Chu chuckled, occasionally glancing toward the direction of Hua Shan. In their past lives in Da Chu, Ye Chen had always led the charge in major battles.

Looking over at Ye Chen, he was still sitting cross-legged in the sea of clouds, enveloped in a hazy imperial essence with boundless immortal light surrounding him, overshadowing even the seven-colored fairy glow. After attacking for ten full days, the Zhu Xian Sword had failed to break through the imperial essence's defense and had instead been counter-damaged.

In comparison, Ye Chen's aura was steadily rising. With the imperial essence supporting him, he was gathering his strength to the extreme, waiting for the perfect moment.

He was incredibly patient, enduring the Zhu Xian Sword's repeated assaults while holding his ground firmly. The Zhu Xian Sword had gone berserk several times, refusing to give up and determined to kill Ye Chen no matter what.

"Keep it coming if you've got the guts." Ye Chen sneered, assuming the Zhu Xian Sword could hear him, and occasionally taunted it. The more frenzied it became, the less rational it was, and it might end up doing something reckless, like blood-sacrificing some origin to gain immense power at its own expense, all just to shatter the imperial essence's protection.

Unfortunately, its efforts were doomed to be futile. Separated by the calamity barrier, its curse was considered an external force, suppressed by the Heavenly Realm, preventing it from unleashing its peak power. Meanwhile, Ye Chen and the imperial essence worked together seamlessly, especially the imperial essence, which ignored all suppression.

Suddenly, a layer of brilliant immortal light appeared on Ye Chen's body—it was the light of borrowed law—but it was only a fleeting glimpse before vanishing without a trace.

In the underground palace of Tian Xuan Men, Ren Wang raised an eyebrow, staring in astonishment at the borrowed law immortal array. It was empty inside; the one attempting to borrow law was Ye Chen, but no one had arrived.

"What's going on? It's not working?" Di Lao asked, hands tucked in his sleeves as he glanced at Ren Wang and then at the God of Creation. They had agreed on the borrowed law—who was supposed to come?

"It's being blocked by some mysterious force," Ren Wang stroked his beard. "Probably the power of imperial essence, likely the Dao Ancestor's imperial essence. It's probably at Hua Shan."

At this point, Ren Wang turned to the God of Creation. "From him, I can sense a terrifying power."

"Curse," the God of Creation murmured. "It seems like I caught a glimpse of a seven-colored light."

The moment the words "seven-colored light" were spoken, the faces of all the quasi-emperors changed in unison. They couldn't stand hearing about anything seven-colored—it always gave them a stomachache, reminding them of that sword called Zhu Xian, which loved to scheme in the shadows and left everyone grinding their teeth in frustration.

"Even through the calamity barrier, it can still curse?" Tian Lao raised an eyebrow.

"The Zhu Xian Sword is quite capable," Ren Wang said as he sat down cross-legged. Around his body, he lit four bronze lamps, their flames burning with the power of the heavens, incredibly profound and mysterious.

"Since it's at Hua Shan, he should be fine." Ren Wang formed seals with his hands, confident that Ye Chen was safe. The Dao Ancestor was a great emperor, and his imperial essence was no joke. The Zhu Xian Sword lacked the capability to destroy Ye Chen in the Heavenly Realm—at least not until it recovered to its peak state.

"Step back." The God of Creation also sat down cross-legged and lit four divine lamps, their wicks burning with the power of creation, equally profound and mysterious.

The two sat on opposite sides, both closing their eyes. Clearly, they were trying to locate the Zhu Xian Sword by tracing that curse power. If they succeeded, they could attack it from afar through the void.

Together, the two of them could definitely pull it off. At the very least, they could alleviate some pressure on Ye Chen. If you curse someone from our side, you'd better be prepared to face the consequences.

All the quasi-emperors present remained silent, full of confidence in the two. One excelled at divination, the other at reversing calamities. The combined might of the Zhou Tian Ancestor's remnant soul and the creation lineage's inheritance was beyond imagination.

"Find it and give us its location."

The Holy Venerable had already drawn his killing sword, and Emperor Ji, the Divine General, and the Imperial Ones were doing the same. If they had an exact position, they would charge in without hesitation. They might not be able to destroy the Zhu Xian Sword, but they wouldn't let it off easy.

"I'm wondering if the Zhu Xian Sword's scheme against Ye Chen will end up delivering another stroke of fortune." Fu Ya buried his head, blowing on his immortal sword before wiping it fiercely with his sleeve until it shone brightly.

"Most likely."

All the quasi-emperors gripped their weapons, speaking in perfect unison.

Ye Chen had a love-hate relationship with the Zhu Xian Sword, and they were no different. Throughout this journey of trials, the reason Ye Chen's rusty iron had been forged into a peerless divine sword was largely due to the Zhu Xian Sword's influence.

The hall fell into a long silence.

Underground at Hua Shan, Ye Chen briefly opened his eyes and glanced around, surprised to find himself still in Hua Shan.

He was aware of the earlier borrowed law immortal light, which had failed, likely due to the curse and the barrier of imperial essence.

As he closed his eyes again, the borrowed law immortal light reappeared, once more just a fleeting flash before disappearing.

This scene repeated frequently afterward.

With his eyes closed, Ye Chen's lips curved into a smile, as if he had figured out what Ren Wang was up to. This was an attempt to trace the Zhu Xian Sword using that curse power!

Ren Wang alone might not succeed, but with the God of Creation's help, it was another story. In that brief borrowed law immortal light, he had sensed both the power of the heavens and the power of creation. Those two old fellows were up to something again, probably plotting how to deal with the Zhu Xian Sword.

"Don't rush, wait a bit longer. Let me launch a counterattack first." Ye Chen laughed, steadying his mind and gathering his strength once more. If he didn't strike, that was fine, but when he did, he'd make the Zhu Xian Sword hurt. It would face not only his assault but also attacks from Ren Wang and the God of Creation. Since it liked to toy with invisible forces, let it taste an invisible strike.

Upon closer inspection, strands of imperial essence were subtly merging into his Blood Wheel Eye, blending with its pupil power. Once he unleashed the Blood Wheel Heavenly Curse, it would carry imperial might. Aiming it at the Zhu Xian Sword would leave that thing suffering, no doubt about it.