Chapter 2663: The Stage of History

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The Tian Zhong bell echoed, its sound ancient and profound, spanning the vastness of the heavens and earth. It was a summons from the Tian Ting, yet it was also a battle cry for the San Xian Jie, rallying them to counterattack the Upper Immortal Realm.

Bang!

With a thunderous explosion, the Nan Tian Men, which had stood for countless years, suddenly crumbled into ruins.

Kill!

Niu Mo Wang roared, gripping his black battle axe. He charged forward, his axe splitting heaven and earth with a single swing, cleaving an old Xian Jun in half and unleashing a torrent of killing intent.

Kill!

Jiao Long Wang bellowed in rage, not hesitating for a moment. His war spear pierced the void, instantly impaling a Tian Jiang, extinguishing his Yuan Shen along with his physical form.

Kill!

The morale of the San Xian Jie Alliance soared. The leaders of the Five Peaks, Kun Lun, and various clans and factions personally led their forces into battle. Each displayed overwhelming power, and the allied army burned with fierce fighting spirit, launching an all-out assault.

"Send for aid, send for aid."

A Tian Ting Xian Zun screamed desperately. The allied forces' attack was too ferocious, forcing the Tian Ting army into a full retreat. Looking out, banner after banner of the Tian Ting fell, and ranks of soldiers were wiped out one by one.

This scene held profound historical significance.

How many years had it been since the people of the San Xian Jie first breached the Nan Tian Men and stormed the Tian Ting? As the saying goes, one should repay in kind. Earlier, the Tian Ting army had invaded the lower realms and suffered a crushing defeat. Now, it was their turn to pay the price. The wheel of fortune had turned, and the Tian Ting found itself under siege. Even a prosperous dynasty was not invincible; it too could fall. From the day Yin Ming seized control of the Tian Ting, the curtain on its decline had been drawn.

"Stop them, stop them."

An old Xian Zun from the Tian Ting roared, standing firm in the sky and wildly swinging his killing sword. The Nan Tian Men was the gateway to the Tian Ting; its loss was unthinkable.

Zheng!

The hum of a sword filled the air as a Shen Jiang stepped across the cosmos with devastating force, beheading the old Xian Zun with a single strike, annihilating his Yuan Shen and true form.

The Xian Zun's body plummeted, and the Tian Bing and Tian Jiang shuddered at the sight. The arrival of the Shen Jiang only further fueled the already high spirits of the allied forces, making their battle intent burn even hotter.

In contrast, the Tian Ting's morale plummeted to its lowest point. They retreated again and again, glancing around with eyes full of hope, as if searching for something.

What were they searching for? Naturally, it was Yin Yang. The lower realms had launched an assault—where was the Third Prince? Where was their commander? Where was the Tian Ting's undefeated war god?

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find him.

Without a leader, the Tian Bing army's hearts grew even colder. Only the veteran Xian Zun knew the truth: Yin Yang was no longer at the Nan Tian Men. Even if he were, he likely couldn't turn the tide. That once-unbeaten war god had fallen into despair with the death of Bi Xia Xian Zi, reduced to little more than a walking corpse.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle raged on ferociously, with the Tian Ting forces in continuous retreat and the San Xian Jie Alliance advancing like an unstoppable force.

Gazing down from the heavens, wherever the allied army passed, massive mountains were flattened one after another; vast palaces crumbled in succession; and ancient cities exploded into ruins. It was just like when the Yu Di had led his army to sweep through the immortal realms years ago—now, his prosperous dynasty was following in the footsteps of those it had once conquered.

"What a twist of fate!"

Tai Yi sighed. Back then, he had been hunted like a stray dog, fleeing the Tian Ting. Now, he was returning as part of the invading force.

His sentiments were shared by Si Ming and Tai Bai. They had all once served in the Tian Ting—who would have dared to speak of rebellion back then? Yet here they were, doing exactly that.

Boom! Boom!

Amid the thunderous roars, the San Xian Alliance split into three columns. Niu Mo Wang commanded one army, charging straight north; Jiao Long Wang led another, striking east; and the leaders of the Five Peaks and Kun Lun directed the third, pushing west.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The Tian Zhong's sound grew even more powerful.

As the San Xian Jie attacked, the Tian Ting army began to regroup.

From some unknown moment, the Tian Ting's morale surged once more, their fighting spirit reignited. It was because the Yu Di had awakened—the very Yu Di who had once led the Tian Ting to dominate the Upper Immortal Realm, emerging from his self-imposed seclusion. He became a beacon of hope; if he could unite the realms before, he could lead his forces to repel the San Xian Jie assault now.

Kill!

Fight!

The true decisive battle between the two realms took center stage in history.

The three advancing armies from the lower realms met fierce resistance. Old enemies clashed with redoubled fury, erupting into combat without a word. The vast seas of figures collided in an instant, and upon contact, swaths of people were obliterated, their blood staining the vast skies.

Looking closely, the flames of war spread across the entire Upper Realm—plains, mountain ranges, oceans, lands, ancient cities, and the void—all were scenes of battle. Figures soared into the heavens, only to fall in blood-soaked skies. Blood rained down, forming rivers. One side was the Upper Realm's Tian Ting, the other the Lower Realm's alliance, fighting until one was completely destroyed.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

While the main battle raged fiercely, Ye Chen and the Yu Di were locked in their own heated confrontation.

Gazing into the distant haze, Ye Chen's Chaotic Great Realm and the Yu Di's Vast Immortal Domain had both shattered, leaving no trace of their forms—only a golden dragon and a black dragon, battling relentlessly in blood. They fought from the eastern skies to the western haze, then from the western haze to the southern heavens, and finally to the northern void. Blood poured like rain, dyeing the cosmos red.

The Yu Di was at the peak of Quasi-Emperor level, bolstered by an imperial artifact, his divine might overwhelming. Ye Chen was at Quasi-Emperor eighth heaven, yet he had activated his bloodline limit, making him unkillable and unhurt.

Each with their own advantages, they bathed in each other's blood, shattering the heavens and earth. What should have been bright daylight was shrouded in darkness, as if a black veil had covered the world.

Below, the Tian Ting's experts paled, staring dazedly at the skies. A battle of this caliber was beyond their reach.

Puff!

Blood sprayed as the Yu Di was struck, his golden dragon form exploding and reverting to human shape, plummeting from the void and smashing a mountain peak to rubble.

Immediately after, Ye Chen followed, his black dragon form dissipating as he descended from the heavens.

Kill!

Amid the flying debris, the Yu Di shot back into the sky, only to be slammed down by Ye Chen's palm that covered the heavens. His powerful divine body shattered, bones and blood flying—if not for the imperial artifact protecting him, that single palm would have obliterated him.

"Father Emperor."

The Tian Ting's six great princes charged into the skies together, each clad in armor and wielding immortal swords, their battle intent at its peak as they unleashed their most powerful strikes.

That moment perfectly illustrated the saying: brothers fight side by side, and father and sons go to war together.

"Get back!"

Ye Chen roared furiously, swinging his iron staff to knock down the eldest prince, then slapping the second prince with a backhand that made him spurt blood. The fourth prince lunged in, his sword missing its mark as Ye Chen pierced his brow with a finger. The fifth prince tried to seal him, but to no avail—he was punched away by the killing god. The sixth and seventh princes barely escaped doom, each taking a staff blow that nearly exploded their bodies.

In mere moments, all the princes were defeated.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Ye Chen's expression turned ice-cold, his body trembling as six dark auras flew out from within him—six black war spears shooting in all directions.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Blood splattered as the six princes, who had just steadied themselves, were pierced through and nailed to the skies by the icy spears. A destructive force sent them all to the Yellow Springs.

The scene was gruesomely vivid.

The six princes had once shone like the sun, their glory widespread, but now that light was extinguished. The cold and savage killing god had nailed them one by one to the vast void, their blood-soaked robes fluttering in the wind.

In that instant, all eight great princes of the Tian Ting were gone—two had taken their own lives, and six had been executed. The lofty ruler of the Tian Ting had his bloodline severed.

Kill!

The Tian Ting's forces howled and charged into the heavens en masse.

Buzz!

Ye Chen swung his iron staff again, his blood-red hair whipping in the wind. His eyes, like black holes, saw not the world around him but visions of his loved ones' tragic deaths. Those images drove him to descend into madness time and again, his raging fury needing to be quenched with blood. He would make the entire Tian Ting pay for the souls of Da Chu.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Countless figures rushed into the skies, only to fall one by one. No one was a match for Ye Chen; with each swing of his staff, blood flowers bloomed across the heavens.

He was a war god, a demon god, a killing god, bathing in the blood of the living and slaughtering without mercy. He fought like a madman, turning swaths of figures into crimson mists under his blade.

Below, the Yu Di staggered to his feet, gazing at the bloody scene with eyes wide in agony. An unprecedented wave of regret overwhelmed him. He had been wrong, disastrously so, in choosing his successor. One misstep had led to eternal regret, and that single choice had exacted an unimaginably heavy price.

"Hong Jun! If you don't wake up now, you might as well stay asleep forever."

In the Bu Zhou Mountain, within that mountain crevice, Xuan Di stood with his hands clasped behind his back, as if peering through the endless haze at the blood-soaked world. Though he sighed, he couldn't bear to watch. After all, the losses were to the Heavenly Realm's forces. Regardless of the reasons, this level of self-destruction was a massive irony.

Withdrawing his gaze from that direction, Xuan Di looked elsewhere, his eyes piercing beyond the barriers of the heavens and earthly realms to that underground palace. It was as if he could clearly see the self-sealed Jiang Tai Gong, still sleeping soundly.

"You little brat, how much longer are you going to sleep?"

Xuan Di's ethereal form darkened with frustration as he cursed loudly. "I asked you to watch over the Heavenly Realm, and you let it turn into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The old ones are unreliable, and the young ones just sleep away—what a bunch of nonsense."

Hmm?

He suddenly frowned, turning his attention to the Yu Di.

The Yu Di's form had changed dramatically. A thick black aura gathered at his brow—it was the Qi of Tian Mo, spreading rapidly across his entire body.

"Origin revival?" Xuan Di furrowed his brow.

His guess was correct; the Yu Di's Tian Mo origin was reviving. At first glance, he looked like a great demon, his eyes blood-red and demonic energy surging.

"Half-human, half-immortal, half-Tian Mo."

Xuan Di murmured, his brows furrowing deeper. He knew the Yu Di's origins and his connection to the Tian Mo—or rather, the Yu Di was a Tian Mo, transformed by the Dao Ancestor with his bloodline and memories purified. Now, with his origin reviving, an aura of the ultimate Dao Emperor had emerged within him.

As Xuan Di watched, the Yu Di's form changed again. The blood-red in his eyes receded, turning into black voids.

His entire body, riddled with wounds, healed in an instant. Rolling demonic energy surged, carrying terrifying imperial might that shattered the cosmos.