Chapter 2765: Middle-Ranked Great Emperor

The vast starry skies of Zhutian were profound and boundless.

In numerous star domains, figures moved about—some patrolling, others searching.

Bathed in starlight, a gentle star wind brushed by.

In that instant, everyone touched by the star wind froze in place, for it carried a chilling coldness. Not just the juniors, but even the peak Zhun Di felt an involuntary shiver.

"Good, so unsettling."

In a stretch of starry sky, Sheng Zun stepped into the void, furrowing his brow and narrowing his eyes as he scanned the surrounding cosmos, his mind shrouded in gloom.

At his level, certain intuitions were extraordinarily sensitive. From that star wind, he detected an aura that filled him with disgust.

Like him, the divine generals, emperors, Jian Shen, Yan Luo of the Ming Realm, Xian Zun, and Laojun scattered across various places were doing the same, all sharing an ominous premonition that grew increasingly intense.

"Good, so oppressive."

"I don't know why, but I feel a great calamity is approaching."

"This star wind is truly cold."

The peak Zhun Di murmured to themselves, their voices rising and falling. Though it was the starry skies of Zhutian, their warm homeland, it felt as if they were in the depths of Jiu You, gradually being enveloped by darkness and cold.

Boom!

A sudden thunderous roar echoed through the universe, making the entire Zhutian starry skies tremble.

Then came a wave of pressure—an imperial Dao pressure, cold and desolate—spreading from the depths of the stars, carrying demonic malice as it swept across domain after domain. Countless starry skies collapsed under it, and ancient stars exploded one by one.

"Tianmo?"

The peak Zhun Di all changed color.

Their senses had been correct; the ominous premonition was confirmed. It was the imperial might of the Tianmo Emperor, meaning the Tianmo had entered Zhutian. As for when, no one knew.

"Quick, sound the war drums."

Shouts rang out across every star domain.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The prolonged drumbeats followed.

"Tianhuang direction."

Cultivators of Zhutian gathered, and their armies assembled. Imperial Dao portals rose from ancient stars and continents, transporting troops toward the depths of the stars. The cultivators who arrived first had already formed ranks in a vast star domain, each gripping an immortal sword and donning battle armor, ready to face the Tianmo forces.

Boom! Boom!

In the Tianhuang direction, the rumbling continued endlessly. Before the Tianmo appeared, black demonic malice spread like a vast ocean, devouring swaths of starry sky. Numerous dark imperial Dao portals emerged, and from each, tides of Tianmo poured out, clad in ancient armor and wielding icy war spears. They licked their blood-red tongues, their eyes glowing green, more terrifying than vengeful ghosts.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The universe trembled rhythmically, the sound of footsteps—slow but steady. Each step made the starry skies roar, shattering countless ancient stars.

"Great Emperor."

The faces of Zhutian cultivators turned pale at the booming steps, their hands gripping weapons trembling uncontrollably. Each of the emperor's steps felt like it was stamping on their souls, forcing them to kneel.

"Qiankun Mo Di, ruling over Zhutian."

Before the emperor's figure appeared, his words echoed—cold and desolate, carrying supreme authority, as if from an ancient era, infused with demonic power that was impossible to resist. Just hearing it threw their minds into chaos.

Clearly, this was an emperor who loved a grand entrance, announcing his name from afar to ensure everyone in Zhutian knew his origins.

Boom! Boom!

From the black demonic malice, a human form gradually solidified, stepping forward. It was a Tianmo Emperor with red hair, also clad in armor. Imperial Dao principles flickered around him, with visions of destruction cycling through rebirth. At his side, black and white energies intertwined, representing Qiankun—truly befitting his title of Qiankun Great Emperor. Most fearsome were his eyes, which manifested endless Dao principles, with stars extinguishing within them.

"Mid-level Great Emperor."

Di Ji murmured softly, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly.

"As long as it's not a peak Great Emperor, it's fine."

Sheng Zun gripped the Xuan Yuan Jian, cracking his neck as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Di Ji. His deep eyes burned with intensity, his fighting spirit soaring. Originally in a youthful form, he had transformed into a young man—this was his peak state, his aura hiding a domineering imperial essence.

Jian Shen arrived, sword in hand—the Xianwu Di Jian.

Arriving with him were Jiu Jian Xian and Jiu Jian Sanren. These were Zhutian's four peak sword cultivators, the only one missing being Wu Tian Jian Zun, who was probably still wandering in the black hole.

"By rights, in a scene like this, the Sheng Ti should show up."

Taishang Laojun, Yuan Shi Tian Zun, and Tong Tian Jiao Zhu landed one after another, each holding an imperial artifact.

Yong Sheng Ti and Jiang Chen arrived one after the other.

Jiang Chen remained expressionless, his face wooden.

Yong Sheng Ti glanced toward another direction, and three figures arrived together: Long Yi, Long Wu, and Long Ye. They had likely been in a nearby star domain and arrived early. Though Dou Di wasn't qualified for this, they could still fight the Tianmo forces. With Zhutian in peril, it was everyone's duty.

"Qiankun Mo Di, ruling over."

"Rule your sister."

Qiankun Mo Di spoke again, afraid the people of Zhutian would forget his imperial title, announcing it once more. But before he finished, Sheng Zun charged forward with the Xuan Yuan Jian, slashing out an immortal river.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The explosions continued. Di Ji, Zhutian Jian Shen, Jiu Jian Xian, Jiu Jian Sanren, Taishang Laojun, Yuan Shi Tian Zun, Jiang Chen—all the peak Zhun Di present—rushed in as a group.

If it were truly a mid-level Great Emperor, they wouldn't stand a chance. But this was Zhutian, where external forces, even a Great Emperor, were suppressed. One or two might not win, but a group assault could.

"Overestimating yourselves."

Qiankun Mo Di snorted coldly, erasing the immortal river with a palm.

Zheng!

Jian Shen struck, his sword devastating as it aimed for the Mo Di's brow, but it was easily caught between the emperor's fingers. The imperial Dao principles trembled, sending Jian Shen flying. The arriving Jiu Jian Xian and Jiu Jian Sanren, though their attacks were peerless, were repelled by the emperor's palm.

Boom!

Di Ji arrived, manifesting a secret technique with one hand to form an immortal sword, slashing down from the heavens and cutting a bloody gash on the Mo Di.

"Surviving the emperor's tribulation doesn't mean you're an emperor."

"Ants are still ants."

Qiankun Mo Di laughed coldly, his wound healing instantly as his imperial blood flowed back into his body. He unleashed an imperial Dao divine ability—a vast black demonic sea—that swallowed Taishang Laojun, Jiang Chen, Yong Sheng Ti, and Yuan Shi Tian Zun on the spot. When they fought their way out, they were covered in blood.

The Zhun Di stabilized themselves, merged with their ultimate imperial artifacts, and continued their assault. As long as it wasn't a peak Great Emperor, a group fight could handle it.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The epic battle erupted, with one emperor standing in the heavens and dozens of peak Zhun Di surrounding him. Their coordination was flawless—they attacked immediately, without hesitation. If one was injured, another took their place, giving the Mo Di no chance to breathe. Every move was a lethal technique.

Qiankun Mo Di was domineering, facing a large group alone and still holding the upper hand. No one could withstand a single palm from him, not even the strongest at their peak. If not for the suppression in Zhutian, one palm could obliterate one of them.

"A mid-level Great Emperor is indeed far beyond an initial-level one."

Long Ye frowned. This Qiankun Mo Di was much stronger than the Tianmo Emperor who had invaded Da Chu in a previous life. The difference of one rank was like heaven and earth.

He wondered what level the previously reincarnated Tianmo Emperor had been and how he compared to Qiankun Mo Di.

War!

Imperial Dao portals manifested frequently as Zhutian's reinforcements arrived, gathering into a force. The Zhutian war banners fluttered wildly as they blew the war horns, charging to meet the incoming Tianmo army.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

From above the stars, two oceans of figures collided, leading to mass destruction. Not even Da Sheng or Sheng Ren could protect themselves, let alone Zhun Di.

Blood mist surged, staining the starry skies red.

"Destroy the Mo Zhu."

"Quick, destroy the Mo Zhu."

Endless Zhutian cultivators rushed in, forming expeditionary forces like a sharp blade thrusting toward Tianhuang. They were all Zhun Di level, with over eighty percent at peak realm—from the old cultivators of Ren Jie, the ancient Xian Zun of Tian Jie, and the veteran Ming Jiang of Ming Jie. Most had little lifespan left and were prepared to fight to the end, with no intention of returning alive.

"Stop."

The nine emperors of Da Chu, en route, suddenly halted.

They exchanged glances, then looked back at the starry skies behind them, where another wave of imperial Dao pressure spread, carrying black demonic malice.

In another star domain, the nine great divine generals did the same.

Many of the strongest peak experts, already on their way, turned their gazes back.

"There's actually another Tianmo Emperor."

The first divine general snorted coldly and charged toward that direction.

"Exactly how many have come?"

Those who were heading to Tianhuang to aid in battle changed course, rushing toward the Western starry skies, their faces grim.

Zhutian was caught off guard again. Two towering Mo Zhu had descended without anyone noticing. No one knew if there were more hidden Mo Zhu in some corner of Zhutian, or if a third Great Emperor lurked.

"Damn it."

Sheng Yuan Huang and Kui Niu Huang, also halfway there, made a sharp turn and headed straight for the Western starry skies—it was closer than Tianhuang.

"Quick."

Zhutian cultivators converged from all directions, splitting into two groups—one rushing to Tianhuang, the other to the West—with immense momentum. In this era of imperial Dao upheaval, Zhutian had the strength to contend with the Tianmo; the outcome was uncertain.

In the Western starry skies, the nine great divine generals who arrived first landed with steps that made the stars hum. Gazing into the depths, demonic fog churned, turning once-beautiful mountains and rivers into ruins, with countless lives extinguished.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The same sounds echoed, accompanied by imperial might shaking the stars.

Footsteps again—the emperor's footsteps.

Under the nine divine generals' watchful eyes, a figure emerged from the demonic fog, as if from the end of time, followed by an endless Tianmo army.

This emperor's figure wasn't burly or tall; it was more like a graceful shadow.

Because it was a woman.

"Female Emperor?"

The sixth divine general exclaimed in surprise.

The other divine generals wore similar expressions.

Counting all the Tianmo invasions, the Tianmo emperors had always been men. This was the first time they'd seen a female one.