Chapter 2710: Entering Chaos (5)

Kill!

Fight!

The flames of war from the various heavens burned across the starry sky, and the blood mist shrouded the light that should illuminate the world.

"Damn that Zhu Xian Jian."

At the peak of Tian Xuan Men, Fu Ya's eyes were ice-cold as he gazed through the Huan Tian Shui Mu, witnessing the many battlefields. The multicolored immortal light on the bodies of the Hong Huang people was all too real, and with the various heavens on the brink of defeat, the Zhu Xian Jian had played a crucial role. If things continued like this, defeat for the various heavens was inevitable.

Ren Wang stood there as well, his face still pale, with fresh blood occasionally spilling from his corners of the mouth. His earlier reckless attempt to borrow power from the heavenly realm had caused severe backlash, from which he had yet to recover.

Fu Ya glanced sideways at Ren Wang.

Ren Wang said nothing, unsure what that look meant. The backlash was still raging inside him, leaving him as weak as could be in the short term—what good was looking at him?

Realizing it was pointless, Fu Ya turned his gaze away.

When they looked back at the Huan Tian Shui Mu, not just Fu Ya, but even Ren Wang furrowed his brow deeply.

"Where did that Hun Yuan Ti come from?"

Fu Ya exclaimed in surprise, staring fixedly at one of the water curtains and the battlefield within it. A figure in purple robes stood out sharply, shrouded in chaos with its own chaotic phenomena.

"It's undoubtedly him."

Ren Wang murmured softly, his eyes narrowing into slits. He had once faced tribulations in the heavenly realm and seen the Hun Yuan Ti before, so he recognized it. But he was puzzled—how had the Hun Yuan Ti from the heavenly realm come to the human realm? And more importantly, it was aiding not the various heavens, but the Hong Huang clans.

"Something's wrong; it's being controlled." Fu Ya pondered aloud. The Hun Yuan Ti was hard to hide, with multicolored immortal light lingering on it, and its chaotic eyes were the same—it must be under the control of the Zhu Xian Jian.

Ren Wang tilted his head toward the void, his face full of confusion.

That confusion was directed at Dao Zu: What kind of move is this? When did your disciple return to the various heavens, and how did it end up controlled by the Zhu Xian Jian? As a peak great emperor, didn't you prepare any contingencies? Sending your disciple, the Hun Yuan Ti, back to the human realm seems like it's just adding to the various heavens' troubles!

And if the Hun Yuan Ti has returned, what about Ye Chen? What about the emperor of Da Chu?

Dao Zu sighed inwardly, unsure how to respond to Ren Wang's gaze. It was a miscalculation—he had handed the Hun Yuan Ti over to the Zhu Xian Jian, and now its appearance on the battlefield was exactly as expected.

"How... how could this be?"

Dao Zu remained silent, but Tai Shang Laojun and the others were completely baffled, their expressions blank. They knew their junior disciple had returned to the various heavens, but why was it under the control of the Zhu Xian Jian?

Only now did they understand why Dao Zu had been so furious earlier—he must have known all along.

The awkward part was that the three of them had been kept in the dark from the start. Had they missed something important?

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

While they felt awkward, the Hun Yuan Ti was already unleashing its full power, gripping a Dao sword and slashing out streams of chaotic immortal rivers, wiping out hordes of cultivators from the various heavens. No one could withstand its assaults.

"Damn it, where did that Hun Yuan Ti come from?"

"In this world, there's actually a chaotic inheritance, but why is it helping the Hong Huang clans?"

"It's being controlled by the Zhu Xian Jian."

The cultivators from the various heavens were in full retreat, their faces twisted in dismay. The strength of the Hun Yuan Ti far exceeded their expectations, enhanced by the Zhu Xian Jian, making it overwhelmingly dominant. Even peak quasi-emperors couldn't block a single strike from it.

"Retreat!"

The Sheng Yuan Huang guarding this stretch of starry space roared, charging straight at the Hun Yuan Ti with his Ujin iron staff. His fire eyes blazed with flames, his fur stood like steel needles, and his entire body was enveloped in divine light. As a descendant of the Dou Zhan sacred apes, his fierce aura swept across the heavens and earth.

The Hun Yuan Ti smirked slightly, taking a step that disrupted the very fabric of the universe and slashing out another immortal river with his sword.

Pfft!

The Sheng Yuan Huang, who had just arrived, collided head-on and nearly got split in two.

Zheng!

The Hun Yuan Ti pressed on, striking with a devastating sword that could destroy heavens and earth.

"You... mother..."

The Sheng Yuan Huang cursed loudly, raising his iron staff to counterattack.

"Retreat."

Someone behind him pulled him aside.

The newcomer was a young man clad in armor, standing on an immortal river with a bloodstained immortal sword in hand. His armor was battered, clearly from fighting his way to this starry space. His murderous aura surged, his vital energy roared like a torrent, and his brilliant divine eyes were etched with Dao principles, like a war god dominating the eight directions. An imperial essence flowed from him, collapsing swaths of the universe.

Upon closer inspection, it was unmistakably Ming Jue, the disciple of Ming Di.

Seeing Ming Jue, the Hun Yuan Ti gave a faint smile and charged at him, as if knowing exactly who he was. Since he knew, he had to eliminate him—as a gift to Ming Di.

Ming Jue's brows furrowed. He recognized the Hun Yuan Ti and could see the Zhu Xian Jian within it. It was indeed the body of chaos, but one controlled by the Zhu Xian Jian.

"Come."

Ming Jue snorted coldly, shooting upward like a divine ray into the nine heavens.

Zheng!

The Hun Yuan Ti shattered the void with a step, chasing after Ming Jue like an immortal ray.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Roaring sounds followed immediately, and the sky collapsed in an instant.

One was Ming Jue, the other the Hun Yuan Ti; one the disciple of Ming Di, the other of Dao Zu. Their first encounter happened under these circumstances—not as allies, but as enemies.

It was clear that Ming Jue was at a complete disadvantage, no match for the Hun Yuan Ti.

As an emperor's son, Ming Jue was outclassed by the youthful emperor-level Hun Yuan Ti in bloodline, cultivation, and the added boost of the Zhu Xian Jian. He was forced into repeated retreats, his divine body healing only to be shattered again, his blood and bones scattering across the starry sky as he struggled against the onslaught.

"Your disciple is truly outstanding."

Ming Di remarked casually, glancing toward the heavenly realm, his tone far from pleasant and his face dark as night. I told you to send someone back to help the various heavens, not to cause more chaos.

Dao Zu rubbed his brow, even more frustrated than Ming Di. His disciple was indeed outstanding—who in the various heavens, aside from the great emperors, could rival him?

"How could this be?"

Tai Jun and the others, along with Laojun, were still puzzling over it, unable to figure out what had happened. In the blink of an eye, they had missed a crucial part, leaving them in genuine shock.

Pfft!

In the blood-soaked starry space, Ming Jue spat blood again, his primordial spirit heavily wounded by the Hun Yuan Ti in a fierce battle. His master was no match for Dao Zu, and as his disciple, he was being suppressed—it was embarrassingly awkward.

Kill!

With the upper hand, the Hun Yuan Ti boosted the morale of the Hong Huang forces tremendously. Their dark masses converged into a vast black ocean, swallowing inch by inch of the starry space.

Retreat!

In contrast, the cultivators from the various heavens had plummeting spirits, fighting while falling back. Too many had died, and too much territory had been lost. Every formation they set up was shattered by the Hong Huang onslaught.

"It's really the Hun Yuan Ti."

Exclamations of surprise echoed as figures charged in from the distant starry space—all emperor's sons, including Xuan Yuan Di Zi, Tian Que Di Zi, Wu Ji Di Zi, and Yu Kong Di Zi.

They had all heard the summons and rushed here together. A being like the Hun Yuan Ti was not something one could handle alone; even united, they would need to gang up on it.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The emperor's sons arrived and charged straight into the stars, unleashing deadly techniques right away. The commotion was massive, with the battle waves growing even larger, the universe in chaos, blood staining yin and yang, and the starry space collapsing once more.

The Hun Yuan Ti was incredibly strong, facing a group alone and forcing the emperor's sons to spit blood repeatedly.

"Too strong."

From afar at Tian Xuan Men, Fu Ya's face turned pale. Something like the Hun Yuan Ti would require the Huang Gu Sheng Ti to fight it. The emperor's sons were powerful, but the youthful emperor-level was even more heaven-defying; even together, they couldn't suppress it.

Ren Wang's expression wasn't much better; he had tried borrowing power but failed.

A mysterious force in the void was blocking the borrowing.

Helpless, he turned his gaze toward Heng Yue Zong, specifically toward Yu Nu Peak.

Ye Chen wasn't there, but perhaps Yao Chi, that bookish one who had passed her tribulations, could step in. As another youthful emperor-level figure, her combat prowess was heaven-defying; if she joined the emperor's sons, they could definitely suppress the Hun Yuan Ti.

Unfortunately, Yao Chi's dream tribulation was not yet over; she still appeared as a child.

Ren Wang rubbed his brow, much like Ye Chen had earlier, privately greeting Dao Zu: You've helped splendidly—your disciple is fierce, and now in the human realm, he's the most exceptional of all.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The scene he couldn't bear to watch unfolded again with flashes of blood. Even the emperor's sons working together were retreating repeatedly. The Hun Yuan Ti was overwhelmingly powerful, and that damned Zhu Xian Jian was eerily terrifying, ignoring many emperor Dao immortal techniques. Each of them was covered in bloody gashes.

The emperor's sons were horrified in their hearts. Only by truly facing the Hun Yuan Ti did they realize its terror—the most perfect bloodline in legend, with virtually no weaknesses and absolute bloodline suppression!

"Overestimating yourselves." The Hun Yuan Ti chuckled eerily, thoroughly enjoying the sensation.

Still, it was waiting—for someone, naturally. For the Huang Gu Sheng Ti. Compared to the Hun Yuan Ti, it had higher expectations for Ye Chen; only in the hands of the Sheng Ti would its power be at its strongest.

The emperor's sons charged in unison, unleashing emperor Dao immortal techniques in a sky-covering assault.

The Hun Yuan Ti swung its sword, shattering the universe and breaking through the endless immortal arts.

Fight!

The emperor's sons' battle intent soared; they activated forbidden laws, enhancing their origin Dao principles and boosting their combat power as they surrounded and attacked from all sides. Even knowing they couldn't win, they had to hold this Hun Yuan Ti in place.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

While they fought, Ye Chen was fighting too, gripping his Dao sword and charging forward relentlessly.

From the moment his consciousness awakened, a hundred years had passed in the Hun Dun Sea.

In that century, he never stopped, carving a bloody path through the ocean of evil creatures. It had been as difficult for the Hun Yuan Ti as it was for him; there were just too many evil creatures.

"Junior disciple took five hundred years—who knows how long the Sheng Ti will need."

Tong Tian Jiao Zhu murmured to himself, filled with both hope and worry. He hoped Ye Chen would reach the human realm as soon as possible; only the Huang Gu Sheng Ti could rival the Hun Yuan Ti. The longer the delay, the more deaths there would be.

Tai Shang Laojun glanced at Dao Zu, his hope mixed with concern. The Zhu Xian Jian could control the Hun Yuan Ti, and it could do the same to the Huang Gu Sheng Ti. Ye Chen might seem like reinforcements, but if things went wrong, he could end up like his junior disciple—a puppet and weapon for the Zhu Xian Jian.

That would truly be a catastrophe.

Fight!

Ye Chen roared, fighting like a madman, no longer defending. Time and again, he was swallowed by evil creatures, only to burst out again. He wouldn't stop until he reached the end of the chaos—he couldn't return to the human realm otherwise.

His madness stemmed even more from the cries of the common people. Though in the heavenly realm and the Hun Dun Sea, he heard them clearly, including his brothers, ancestors, and family, all suffering in the flames of war, facing death at any moment.