Chapter 2767: Bringing You Home

War!

The howls of the Tianmo, the roars of the Zhutian, and the rumbles of the Xingkong echoed across the vast universe.

Looking down from above, countless domain gates were opening in the starlit expanse—some belonging to the Tianmo, others to the Zhutian. Whenever the two sides met, they clashed without a word.

Nearly every star domain, every stretch of starry space, and every star was engulfed in bloody warfare. The Tianmo invasion had sparked a fierce resistance from the Zhutian, drawing countless people into the fight. They donned armor and rushed from their hometowns into the stars.

"Where is the Shengti? Where is the Da Chu Tenth Emperor?"

Amid the battles, many voices cried out these questions.

At some point, whenever a great catastrophe befell the Zhutian, people instinctively thought of a man named Ye Chen.

Perhaps it was an unspoken faith—his presence brought a sense of security.

Ye Chen should feel honored; this faith alone placed him on par with emperors. The first person on ordinary minds in times of crisis was not an emperor, but him—a supreme glory.

The lineage of the Shengti was a line of saviors, passed down through generations, etched in history not only for the myths they created but also for the hope they inspired in the masses.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battles were brutal, lives as expendable as grass.

Countless battlefields were shrouded in blood, drenched and gruesome. Swaths of Tianmo were obliterated, while Zhutian cultivators lay dead across the fields. Warriors charged into the heavens, only to fall in a haze of blood. This relentless war would continue until one side was utterly destroyed.

Boom!

In the Eastern Xingkong, the Tianmo army surged like an ocean, its waves crashing and overwhelming a star. All the cultivators on it were wiped out, the entire star reduced to historical dust.

"Stop them!"

With shouts of rage, Zhutian cultivators charged in.

Leading them were Tian Lao and Di Lao, both clad in armor and restored to their youthful forms. They had likely burned their lifespans to gain immense power.

Kill!

From the opposing side, a red-haired Mo Jiang charged ahead, his demonic body towering and brimming with vitality, like a supreme demon god. His surging demonic aura rolled forth, and in a single clash, he cleaved a Zhutian veteran Zhun Di in two.

"Hu Wa brother."

The call was hoarse, heavy with weariness.

It came from Xi Yan, who stared dazed at the red-haired Mo Jiang, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears. Despite his ferocity, she recognized him instantly: the reincarnated Hu Wa.

"Shifu's wife, Hu Wa brother has returned."

Xi Yan choked back sobs, stepping forward to shatter the starry space and cross the void. She swung her sword, forcing Hu Wa back.

Hu Wa landed with a crash that collapsed the cosmos, facing Xi Yan from afar. His expression was savage as he licked his blood-red tongue, catching the scent of pure blood. He stared at her like a wolf eyeing its prey.

That scene was one to remember.

One was Ye Chen's disciple.

The other was Ji Ning Shuang's disciple.

In the previous cycle, they had both rushed toward the underworld together.

Because of their deaths, their masters had slain a Mo Jun in the Tianmo ranks to honor their spirits.

Unimaginably, in this cycle, they met again in such circumstances. She was a person of the Zhutian, he a Tianmo general, on a battlefield stained with blood.

"Xi Yan will bring you home."

The tears in Xi Yan's eyes dried in an instant as she unleashed her full power, charging toward Hu Wa with a dazzling immortal sea. She aimed not to kill, but to capture him and take him back to Da Chu, where Ye Chen could restore him.

Kill!

Hu Wa let out a piercing shriek and swung his battle spear.

Boom! Bang!

The two moved like divine light and immortal radiance, fighting into the void. Blood rain fell, staining the stars red.

That scene, too, was one to remember.

Ye Chen's disciple and Ji Ning Shuang's disciple, facing off again after a great cycle.

In the past, Ji Ning Shuang had lost to Ye Chen, and Xi Yan had lost to Hu Wa.

But in this battle, she had to win—it wasn't about victory or defeat, but about bringing him home.

"Father."

A choked call rang out.

It was from Bi You, who had spotted the reincarnated Dao Huang.

Sadly, while she recognized her father, he did not recognize her. Gripping a pitch-black magic blade, he carved a path of destruction, slaying countless Zhutian cultivators and Zhun Di alike.

Bi You wiped away her tears, sword in hand, and rushed straight at the reincarnated Dao Huang.

Kill!

Dao Huang grinned menacingly, unleashing a torrent of demonic aura.

Clang! Clang!

The sounds of metal clashing echoed endlessly.

No one could have imagined that a daughter and her father would meet this way—one slaughtering lives, the other guarding her homeland.

"Shifu."

In the Tian Yuan star domain, Xuan Nu and Luo Xi both sobbed, spotting their own kin.

They were two Tianmo generals: one the reincarnated Dan Chen, the other the reincarnated Dan Yi. One had been a freeloader in Dan Cheng, the other the great elder of Dan Cheng.

The fierce war left no room for grief. With Dan Yi on one side and Dan Chen on the other, Xuan Nu and Luo Xi mirrored them—Luo Xi facing Dan Yi, Xuan Nu facing Dan Chen. They fought to seal them and bring them home.

"Shifu."

Choking with emotion, Qin Yu leaped across the void, sword in hand, driving a Tianmo general back step by step.

That general was another reincarnated soul: Du Gu Ao, Qin Yu's master. His demonic aura surged wildly, his form terrifying, his hands stained with the blood of the living.

Thud! Thud!

Master and disciple battled into the starry sky, blood rain falling like light.

"I knew you would come back."

In the Yin Ming star domain, Fu Ling was in tears, her sword-holding hand trembling. She stared at the Tianmo general grinning at her.

Indeed, it was the reincarnated Zhu Ge Yu, his teeth bared in a sinister smile as he charged with overwhelming killing intent.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

A pair of lovers from a past life now faced each other with weapons, fighting not to the death, but to bring him home.

"Ouyang Shi Zun, I hope you've been well."

This booming voice shook the starry sky.

It came from the armored Gui Wang, who had found his reincarnated target: Chu Hai Shen Bing Ouyang Wang.

In their previous life, if Ouyang Wang hadn't held the line at Nan Yan Da Ze, blocking the Gui Zu's grand army and buying time for Tian Zang Huang to break through, history might have changed.

That battle had made Ouyang Wang's name legendary, earning him the title of Chu Hai Shen Bing.

In that fight, he had been the one slaughtering lives, while Ouyang Wang guarded the masses.

Now, it was the opposite.

Gui Wang was protecting the masses, while Ouyang Shi Zun was slaughtering lives.

The cycle had shifted, and so had their roles.

"Senior brother, it's time to go home."

In another part of the starry sky, Hong Chen Xue and Zhong Li were both tearful, spotting the reincarnated Zhong Jiang and Zhong Kui amid the vast Tianmo army.

Bathed in the bloody light, Hong Chen Xue faced Zhong Jiang, and Zhong Li faced Zhong Kui.

Of Hong Chen's six disciples, two had perished, two survived, and two had become Tianmo. In this two-on-two showdown, they fought all the way into the void.

"Xing Chen."

In the Western Xingkong, Xing Yue Sheng Nu wept, spotting her Ye Xing Chen among the masses.

In an instant, it stirred memories of hardship—a mortal courtyard, a simple wedding where they had become husband and wife. Yet fate had played its cruel hand, leaving their love unfulfilled.

For nearly a thousand years, she had searched tirelessly, scouring the entire starry expanse without finding her husband. She never imagined he would return as a Tianmo.

Kill!

The reincarnated Ye Xing Chen howled, not recognizing his homeland or his wife. He wielded a cold, black war spear, intent on slaughtering the Xing Yue Sheng Nu.

Xing Yue Sheng Nu wiped away her tears, gripping her immortal sword with unyielding resolve.

She had to win; she had to bring her husband home.

That was her obsession.

"The greatest king, Yue Er has missed you."

In the Northern Xingqiong, Qian Shang Yue's eyes were blurred with tears.

Amid the dark tidal wave of enemies, she pinpointed that single grain in the vast sea.

It was Shen Xuan Feng, the reincarnated Shen Xuan Feng. In his past life, he had founded the killer god dynasty, leaving nightmares for generations of Da Chu emperors.

Love worked in mysterious ways—who could have guessed that Qian Shang Yue, daughter of the Yue Huang, would fall for the god king of that dynasty, the one who had nearly killed her mother?

"Shifu, Feng Er will bring you home."

In the depths of the starry sky, Nie Feng's eyes glistened with tears as he faced the reincarnated Feng Wu Hen.

In that region, two other figures clashed—one from the Zhutian, one a Tianmo general.

They were Hao Tian Xuan Zhen and Mu Yun Ao.

South's Mu Yun and North's Hao Tian had rivaled each other for a lifetime; now, in this life, they met again on the battlefield.

"Father."

On the far side of the Xinghe, Chu Ling Yu cried, spotting Tian Zong Lao Zu, once a member of Da Chu's expeditionary force.

That year, she had watched her father leave, never to return.

After one cycle, she had waited for him. Whether as a Tianmo or a human, he was still her father.

"Yue Er."

Not just her—Liu Yi choked up too, stunned to see a female Tianmo who turned out to be his Nan Gong Yue. He had searched for nearly a millennium and waited just as long.

This ill-fated couple now faced each other with weapons, battling from the vast starry sky into the ethereal void.

"You're even more beautiful than in your past life."

In the Southern Xingkong, many of the younger generation wept. Gong Xiao Tian, Shao Yu, and Wang Biao—disciples of Xiong Er, Xie Yun, and Huo Teng respectively—had found the reincarnated Niu Ben, granddaughter of Niu Shi San.

She had become a Tianmo, clad in blood-red armor, radiating wild demonic energy. It was true—she was indeed more beautiful than before, her features stunningly exquisite.

In the Tian Ting San Zong competition, they had all been of the same generation. They still remembered that tough girl, burly and wielding massive axes, fierce beyond compare.

"We'll bring you home."

The three charged together against the reincarnated Niu Ben.

"Grandfather."

On the bloody battlefield, Shang Guan Yu Er and Shang Guan Han Yue called out through sobs, spotting Shang Guan Xuan Zong amid the surging Tianmo ranks. They cried like broken dolls.

A family, now at war in the starry sky.

"Father, I'm Yun Er!"

"Shifu, open your eyes! This is our homeland."

"Child, your mother will bring you home."

Calls like these echoed across nearly every battlefield, as too many had found their reincarnated loved ones. Amid the surging blood mist, tears flowed freely.

On the battlefields, souls met souls, filled with hardship and nostalgia.

Yet, not every reincarnated person could be found, and not every one recognized.

The Tianmo fought with bloodshot eyes, the Zhutian with frenzied madness.

Perhaps any Tianmo slain could be a reincarnated soul—death would be final, extinction absolute, with no more cycles to come.

They were tragic, returning to their homeland yet not recognizing it.

They were also fortunate, completing a cycle from past to present, finally returning to their roots.