Chapter 2667: Good Cauldron

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Ye Chen's footsteps were as heavy as towering mountains; each one he took caused a thunderous rumble in the sky, like a funeral bell from hell, tolling for Jiang Taigong, for Tian Ting, and for the heavens and earth alike. The immortals listened with hearts quivering in fear, overwhelmed by an irresistible demonic force that threw their minds into disarray.

Too strong.

The people of San Xian Jie murmured in a daze, their expressions stunned. Even the Kun Lun sect leader felt an urge to kneel, let alone the lesser soldiers and generals.

Precisely because Ye Chen was so powerful, the people from the lower realms were thrilled.

Tian Ting had Jiang Taigong, but they had Ye Chen. The outcome of this battle was still uncertain; if Ye Chen defeated Taigong, they wouldn't hesitate to press their advantage and overrun the entire upper immortal realm, toppling that prosperous dynasty.

Too strong.

The experts of Tian Ting watched as well, their faces pale with terror.

Compared to the lower realms, they felt even more dread. Ye Chen was terrifying, able to clash with emperor weapons bare-handed, and even Jiang Taigong was no match. If the old god of the heavenly realm fell, Tian Ting would truly be doomed—who could stand against Ye Chen?

A beauty that brings disaster!

For some reason, many immortals on the outskirts suddenly thought of this phrase, using it to describe Yin Ming. He wasn't a beauty, but he was certainly a disaster. The Jade Emperor had passed the throne to him just three years ago, yet instead of leading Tian Ting to prosperity, he had steadily driven that grand dynasty into an abyss.

Why provoke anyone? He had to go after Ye Chen. For his own selfish desires, countless immortal lords and kings had died, and endless heavenly soldiers and generals had perished. He had not only ruined Tian Ting but also betrayed his father and his royal brothers. This once flourishing immortal land had turned into a hellish nightmare, piled with corpses and rivers of blood.

If Jiang Taigong won this time, all would be well. But if he lost, if he were slain by Ye Chen, then all of Tian Ting would be destroyed. With even Taigong unable to stop him, who in the upper realms could stand in his way? It would mark the end of the prosperous dynasty.

The one under the greatest pressure was still Jiang Taigong himself. Though guarded by three supreme emperor weapons, being stared down by Ye Chen left him feeling chilled to the bone, as if the gaze of death itself was beckoning him to the underworld.

Master ancestor! Your descendant seems no match for him.

Jiang Taigong was calling out, summoning Daozu Hong Jun. That guy was too monstrous, too heaven-defying. What was worse, he never listened to reason—he'd start fighting at the drop of a hat.

Boom! Rumble!

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ye Chen advanced step by step toward Jiang Taigong, his rampaging demonic aura surging like a tidal wave, violent and bloodthirsty, making hearts race with dread.

This supreme demon god was still composed for now, but once he attacked, it would shatter the heavens and earth.

Boss, I'm hungry.

That iron whip, that divine list, that command flag—they all look amazing to me.

Beat them to pieces, and I'll swallow them up.

Ye Chen walked on in silence, but his great ding was anything but quiet, jumping around and shouting wildly. It had been suppressed for so long during its master's tribulation, and now that it was released, it was like a wild horse off the reins.

It was worth noting that its appetite was as enormous as ever; it no longer bothered with ordinary artifacts. As soon as it appeared, it fixated on those three emperor weapons. Devouring them would keep it fed for centuries, giving it plenty to digest.

Is that ding the one talking?

It seems like it.

The immortals below turned their eyes back and forth, watching the Hun Dun Ding leap about, their expressions strangely curious. How could that thing talk?

Good ding.

The Ox Demon King stroked his chin, his bovine eyes gleaming brightly. He glanced at the Hun Dun Ding, then at the battle-axe in his hand, which now looked utterly shabby by comparison.

You think artifacts can pair up? That ding and my war spear might make a good match—could even produce a little one.

The Jiao Long King said it with a meaningful tone.

If anything, it should pair with my battle-axe.

Yours is male, mine is female.

Nonsense.

One great demon and one great fiend had quite the imagination, their forward-thinking ideas leaving the surrounding immortals reluctant to stand too close to them.

It really wants to swallow an emperor weapon—ambitious, isn't it?

The Kun Lun sect leader stroked his beard and took a moment to eye his own life-bound artifact. The more he looked, the less impressed he was. Comparing it to Ye Chen's, the difference was stark—without contrast, there's no pain.

I'm unbeatable in the world.

As the world watched, the Hun Dun Ding bellowed, its presence overwhelmingly dominant, startling more than half the crowd. It was all bark and no real fight; when trouble came, it scampered faster than anyone. For ambushes, it was unmatched.

This temperament was something the White Jade Dragon Chair and the Ling Xiao Iron Stick knew all too well. The chair and stick handled the main attacks, while it was just along for the ride—sneaking in a surprise hit before darting away, only to return for more.

Don't tell me, that roar of his had the people of San Xian Jie and even the immortals of the upper realms exchanging meaningful looks. An artifact truly reflects its owner's character—exactly like its master.

Boom!

Bang!

Accompanied by a boom, Ye Chen launched another attack, still with a single punch that pierced through the vast expanse, its power capable of destroying heavens and earth.

Jiang Taigong responded instantly, manifesting a Dao technique: a colossal gate rose up, shielding him like an ultimate defensive immortal art. Ye Chen's punch struck it like a stone sinking into the sea.

In the next moment, the gate hummed to life, capable of both defense and offense, unleashing beams of immortal light from within. Upon closer inspection, they weren't mere light but manifestations of artifacts—immortal swords, bronze bells, great halberds, divine blades, ancient seals—all illusions formed from supreme Dao principles.

I'll handle this.

The Hun Dun Ding volunteered, expanding to the size of a mountain, with no fancy moves—just a straight charge.

Bang! Clang! Boom! Clash!

What followed was a series of such sounds. The Hun Dun Ding was incredibly domineering, barreling through everything; whatever immortal swords or divine blades crossed its path exploded one after another. Shards of illusory artifacts scattered everywhere, like a rain of light sprinkling across the sky, painting a dazzling scene.

With his life-bound artifact so fierce, its master was even more overbearing, unleashing Nine Paths and Eight Wastelands Fused as One, his punch shattering the great gate in a thunderous collapse.

Jiang Taigong gripped the Five Elements Command Flag and swung it fiercely, instantly darkening the heavens and earth as a vast sea of thunder materialized, sweeping in to engulf Ye Chen.

Roar!

A dragon's roar echoed as Ye Chen transformed into a dragon form, tearing through the thunder sea and leaping out. He unleashed a palm that covered the sky, forcing Jiang Taigong to stagger, his bones cracking loudly—who knew how many had fractured? Without the emperor weapons supporting him, he would have been crushed into a puddle of blood.

Open!

Jiang Taigong snorted coldly, gathering a pillar of light to hold up Ye Chen's palm. At the same time, he chanted an ancient incantation, summoning an immortal art: a towering giant suddenly appeared in the sky, bare-chested and wrapped in thunder, its massive eyes like wine jars radiating divine light in all directions. It struck with a palm like a mountain, aiming for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was straightforward: one punch shattered the palm, then he activated his Overlord Body Manifestation and stomped down, obliterating the giant in an explosion.

Seal!

Jiang Taigong roared, swinging the command flag again.

The earth darkened once more as wind, rain, thunder, and lightning converged into four copper pillars piercing the sky, inscribed with emperor Dao might, forming a cage to trap Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's eyes were full of contempt; he didn't even bother finding the array's weak points, simply punching a massive hole through it and bursting out forcefully. An emperor Dao immortal array couldn't hold me—did you think this cage could seal me?

Jiang Taigong grunted and retreated, not because his immortal arts were weak, but because Ye Chen was too terrifying. In front of him, nothing seemed to work.

Once he steadied himself, a spark of insight hit him, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, peering into Ye Chen's body to spot something intriguing: a divine seat, like a spirit tablet for the deceased.

He immediately formed seals, using his own supreme divine seat to suppress Ye Chen's, engraving a seal upon it in an attempt to gravely wound him.

Ye Chen sneered, reaching into his own body and pulling out his life-bound divine seat, ready to crush it to dust in his palm.

You think you can suppress me with a divine seat? What are you dreaming of?

In an instant, he crossed through space and smacked Jiang Taigong down with a palm.

Pfft!

Taigong spat blood, shooting like a streak of light and collapsing a mountain. Before he could recover, black flames ignited on his physical body and primordial spirit.

Great Reincarnation Heavenly Blaze?

Jiang Taigong's expression changed drastically as he hastily mobilized the emperor weapons, using their Dao power to extinguish the flames. But no sooner had he stabilized than he felt an invisible force etched into his true form—a curse seal, without a doubt the Great Reincarnation Heavenly Curse. The terrifying curse power nearly consumed him on the spot.

Break!

Jiang Taigong shouted coldly, expending his emperor Dao origin to erase the curse. Then he soared into the sky to escape, but before he could get far, he saw array patterns spreading across the heavens, dense and invisible, engraving themselves into his body and sealing his primordial spirit and powers. Just as he had taken to the air, he plummeted back down.

Great Reincarnation Heavenly Ban.

Jiang Taigong gritted his teeth and activated the emperor weapons again to break the seal. Those Six Paths Reincarnation Eyes were truly domineering; Ye Chen hadn't even moved, yet with just three immortal arts, he had left him in utter disarray. Without the emperor weapons' protection, he would likely have perished. Someone like Ye Chen could kill invisibly.

You've become a demon—wake up at once.

Jiang Taigong was truly rattled, transforming into a beam of divine light diving toward the earth, swinging the emperor weapon command flag to summon a shower of immortal rain from the skies—a divine power to purify the demonic path. The demonic aura on Ye Chen was stripped away in waves, thoroughly eliminating his demonic nature.

I'm a demon—what can you do about it?

Ye Chen's words were icy and desolate, his dominance unyielding as he advanced against the raining immortal light. Fusing Reverse World Reincarnation with Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art, he formed a massive vortex centered on himself, pulling in all the descending immortal rain and annihilating it into nothingness.

Collect!

Jiang Taigong flicked his sleeve, summoning an ancient scroll that stretched across the sky like the Feng Shen List, sealing what seemed like an entire realm within it as it drew Ye Chen inside.

Open!

Then came Ye Chen's roar as he tore through the scroll, emerging like a demon god with surging demonic aura, his punch sending Jiang Taigong's blood and bones flying.

Boom!

Another mountain peak was flattened on the spot.

Wake up.

Jiang Taigong unleashed forbidden arts in succession, his black hair first turning purple, then red, carrying a demonic aura but no demonic power. The three emperor weapons hummed, resonating within him as he summoned their full emperor Dao might to revive.

You want me to wake? Trade it for a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Ye Chen snorted coldly and descended from the heavens.