Chapter 2646: Battle of the Heavenly Venerable and Taigong

Boom! Rumble!

The vast sky trembled, unable to withstand Tianzun's overwhelming pressure or Taigong's formidable aura. Even before the battle began, destructive visions intertwined and spread everywhere.

Tianzun's eyes gleamed brightly, his fighting spirit soaring. He had heard of Jiang Taigong before, but this was their first encounter, and he was eager for a clash. His opponent was merely a daoshen, not even worth his full attention— even if Jiang Taigong's true self arrived, Tianzun would still dare to fight.

What he truly dreaded was the Hit God Whip in Taigong's hand— a truly vicious weapon, a genuine divine artifact. Getting struck by it would likely be excruciatingly painful.

Retreat!

Below, the heavenly soldiers, heavenly generals, and the allied forces of the Scattered Immortal Realm all pulled back together, retreating again and again until they had cleared a distance of several hundred thousand zhang. They had no desire to be caught in the destructive aftermath.

Fight!

Asura Tianzun roared resoundingly and launched his attack in an instant, shattering the heavens with a single step. Gripping his divine blade, he slashed downward with a force that carved out a blade beam tens of thousands of zhang long.

Buzz!

Jiang Taigong moved as well, swinging his whip to shatter the massive blade beam and even forcing Tianzun to stagger back. It wasn't due to his own superior strength, but the imperial artifact's overwhelming dominance. As merely a daoshen, he couldn't fully unleash the weapon's power— if his true self were wielding it, the destruction would truly be world-shattering.

"Good."

Asura Tianzun laughed heartily, suddenly steadying himself before lunging forward again. He merged his divine blade into his body and attacked with bare hands, slamming down a palm that blotted out the sky.

Taigong's actions remained simple. With a light swing of the Hit God Whip, he obliterated the palm print and, along with it, the subsequent fist shadows, grinding them all to dust.

Tianzun showed no fear, growing fiercer with each exchange.

He unleashed a great divine ability, summoning a vast sea of thunder that roiled tumultuously, devouring everything in its path and crumbling the void inch by inch as it engulfed Jiang Taigong.

In the next moment, Jiang Taigong burst out of the sea and struck down with a whip from above.

Tianzun, ever bold, advanced instead of retreating. Weaponless and empty-handed, he met the Hit God Whip head-on.

Boom!

The whip collided with his fist, unleashing a dark halo that spread across the eight directions. Everywhere it touched, space fractured, and majestic mountain peaks were severed at the waist. Numerous powerful beings standing in the void plummeted from the sky, and some even had their physical bodies disintegrate mid-fall, leaving only their yuanshen.

Witnessing this, everyone paled and collectively retreated further. They could watch the spectacle, but they dared not stay too close— one misstep could mean the scattering of their souls.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The thunderous roars shook the heavens, echoing through the immortal firmament.

Asura Tianzun and Taigong's daoshen clashed deep into the ethereal void.

On one side, Tianzun manifested a vision: a vast demonic realm, where every mountain, river, plant, and tree shimmered with demonic light, infused with demonic essence and evolving supreme dao principles. Standing within it, he resembled a great demon god, his aura dominating the eight directions.

On the other side, Taigong also summoned a vision: an eternal pure land, with mountains and rivers interwoven with dao essence, further empowered by imperial might. Strands of profound dao principles intertwined, accompanied by the sounds of the great dao, making him appear as a transcendent immortal king overlooking the mortal world.

The two fought fiercely, their realms colliding and shattering repeatedly, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Tianzun was incredibly aggressive, charging into the eternal pure land and unleashing peerless immortal techniques, bare-handedly challenging the imperial artifact and dominating the heavens and earth. At one point, he even gained the advantage, pressing Jiang Taigong back.

But Jiang Taigong was no pushover. Though only a daoshen, he wielded an ultimate imperial artifact. Tianzun's immortal techniques were powerful, yet they struggled to breach the defenses, with the Hit God Whip continually dispelling them.

Indeed, with one whip in hand, all laws could be broken.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Amid the booming chaos, fresh blood rained down, drenching the sky and staining the universe red. The battle's commotion was immense, turning the area into a forbidden zone of turmoil, where even xianzun dared not enter carelessly.

"At full strength, Tianzun is truly formidable."

Niu Mo Wang sighed in admiration. He was certain that if he fought Tianzun, he'd be swatted away with a single palm. As fellow quasi-emperors at the peak, their combat prowess differed vastly— he was no match.

"Our Taigong is merely a daoshen. If his true self arrived, he could suppress Tianzun with one palm."

From the opposite side, an xianzun sneered, standing tall and straight. Even as a daoshen, he believed Taigong would win.

"Daoshen or not, if you're so bold, don't use that divine artifact."

Kunlun Laodao glanced over.

"Even without the divine artifact, he could still suppress him."

"Come on, then. Let's cool off over there and chat."

"Fool."

"Idiot."

The battle raged above, but below, the spectators were just as heated, trading barbs with no restraint. The elders acted immaturely, and the young ones had fiery tempers— arguments quickly escalated into full-blown insults. With the main battlefield undecided, they were determined to claim victory in their verbal war.

Clearly, the heavenly soldiers and generals were outmatched. The great demons and monsters of the Scattered Immortal Realm were fiercely tough, savage in fights and thunderous in curses. Most importantly, they shared a shameless spirit, bickering like a horde of shrews.

Thus, what should have been a grand battle devolved into a massive shouting match. The Upper Realm's Heavenly Court had countless experts, and the Lower Realm boasted its own talents. Everyone sheathed their weapons, forming huge crowds and unleashing a chorus of abuse.

One could imagine the spectacle of millions upon millions shouting at each other— it was overwhelmingly grand. Weaker cultivators were shaken off their feet, many fainting on the spot and likely sleeping for ages.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Yet, there were still onlookers who hadn't joined in. Not everyone was participating; some stood on small hilltops, hands clasped behind their backs, enjoying the show.

Today would undoubtedly be recorded in history, leaving a significant mark on the Heavenly Realm's annals.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The void battle grew even more intense.

Asura Tianzun was no ordinary foe, truly gaining the upper hand. He shattered Taigong's eternal immortal land and even dimmed his daoshen form considerably. The only constant was the Hit God Whip, buzzing relentlessly from start to finish, its ultimate imperial might unyielding.

Asura Tianzun fought with increasing ferocity, and the talents of the Scattered Immortal Realm cursed with growing enthusiasm.

Seeing Taigong fall behind, the heavenly soldiers and generals felt a shadow of gloom settle over them. What had been an even verbal exchange was now being overwhelmed by the opposition.

"So strong."

On the northern city wall, watching Asura Tianzun's divine might, he suddenly muttered this. In the Heavenly Realm, few people made him wary, and Asura Tianzun was one of them. At the same level and realm, he was no match for Tianzun.

He knew this well.

As for Jiang Taigong, being merely a daoshen, he refrained from judgment. If the true self arrived and without using the imperial artifact, Taigong wouldn't be Tianzun's equal. As for whether he himself could handle Taigong, that would only be clear after a fight.

"The fierce one who once turned the Heavenly Court upside down is indeed holding his own."

On the highest peak of Huashan, Diyuan Laodao sighed repeatedly. Through the illusory water curtain, he could see the battle in that realm. If not for his duties keeping him at the sect, he would have rushed over to watch— it would be far more thrilling than viewing it from here.

"We're all quasi-emperors at the peak, yet why do we seem like we're just playing around?"

Huangyuan Zhenren coughed dryly, and the other elders felt the same.

It was equally awkward for the Huashan Zhenren. Quasi-emperors varied in strength, and even at the peak, there were levels of power. Someone like Tianzun represented the absolute pinnacle among the strongest— beyond their reach.

Buzz! Boom!

As they watched, Huashan Mountain's main peak suddenly shook more violently than before, with more rubble tumbling from the summit, showing signs of potential collapse.

Hold steady!

The elders all ascended, positioning themselves around the four directions and deploying great divine abilities to stabilize the main peak.

Meanwhile, Huashan Zhenren had entered the underground. Ye Chen had gone in half a month ago and still hadn't emerged, but the imperial essence was growing more restless, stirring an ominous premonition. If the imperial essence were lost, it would bring disaster.

Unfortunately, standing at the edge of the cloud sea, he still couldn't see Ye Chen— only hazy mists, infused with mysterious forces, obscured his view.

Deeper within, Ye Chen sat cross-legged, enveloped in divine radiance, even his strands of white hair shimmering with immortal light. His qi and blood surged powerfully.

Around his body and within, the seven-colored immortal light had dimmed considerably, appearing wilted and listless as the curse power weakened endlessly, losing its terrifying destructive force.

"Just a little more, just a little more."

Ye Chen murmured, his divine glow intensifying.

What he meant by "just a little more" was that the imperial essence still needed to fully integrate into his Blood Wheel Eye, accumulating a certain power— one capable of severely damaging the Zhuxian Sword.

That seven-colored immortal sword was truly a great boon. Without it, the imperial essence wouldn't have merged so obediently, separating out so much unknown essence.

In that instant, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes, two brilliant immortal beams shooting out like solid light. Huashan Zhenren, standing at the edge, was knocked flying, his body pierced with two bloody holes.

"Blood Wheel Heavenly Curse, activate."

As Huashan Zhenren barely steadied himself, he heard a deep, desolate voice echo from the depths— cold and authoritative, laced with anger and killing intent.