Chapter 2777: The Journey Home

Fight!

This roar shook the heavens.

The E Mo Great Emperor was dead, but his E Mo soldiers and generals remained.

Boom! Rumbling!

Amid the thunderous booms, domain gates opened one after another. Cultivators from various battlefields across the Zhu Tian realms converged on the edge of the universe, like streams merging into vast oceans of humanity amid the vast starry sky.

As for the E Mo army, none dared to fight anymore. The moment their emperor fell, they had already fled.

They were skilled enough, with many escaping into black holes, but not all E Mo could enter them. The rest scattered across the stars.

"Run, where can you run?"

The Zhu Tian forces pursued relentlessly, many with tears in their eyes.

In this war, countless loved ones had died, all because of the damned heavenly demons and E Mo. A once prosperous land had been turned into a living hell.

"We won."

Ren Wang smiled. With the emperor destroyed, they had won.

As for the remaining heavenly demons, without an emperor to lead them, they were like a headless swarm, a disorganized mob. Their emperor was dead, their faith shattered. Even without pursuit, they would flee as far as possible, and wiping them out was only a matter of time.

What the Zhu Tian realms needed now was time to recover.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The rumbling sounds grew distant and eventually faded.

By the third day, the starry sky had returned to calm.

The great war had temporarily ended.

Gazing at the vast starry sky, it was a scene of utter devastation—no intact star fields remained, no whole stars in sight. Blood mist surged everywhere, corpses littered the ground, rivers of blood flowed, and tattered war banners fluttered wildly. Fragments of magical artifacts drifted along the star rivers.

The ruined lands were filled with staggering figures—some holding immortal swords, others dragging battle axes. Elders supported the young, and even the peak experts were nearly spent. In fact, nearly all cultivators in the Zhu Tian realms had suffered heavy injuries; over eighty percent were utterly exhausted.

It was no small feat that they had survived and won against three Great Emperors, all at the mid-tier level—it was a miracle amid misfortune.

"Dad, Mom."

"Master, where are you?"

"Our homeland!"

In the shattered starry sky, cries of anguish echoed.

Though the Zhu Tian realms had won, the victory was pyrrhic. Countless star domains had been shattered, ancient stars destroyed, and innumerable lives reduced to ash by the merciless flames of war.

"Ge Huwa, we're going home."

On the other side of the star river, Xi Yan clutched her bleeding shoulder, stumbling forward.

In her inner world, a heavenly demon was sealed away.

It was the reincarnated Huwa.

He did not belong to the Black Lotus Clan, and that was why he hadn't been completely destroyed—some mysterious power was sustaining him.

That power came from the Dao Ancestor and the Ming Emperor. Earlier, Laojun and Yan Luo had brought it to the Zhu Tian human realm. Even with the Qingtian Magic Pillar collapsed and no source left, it could keep them alive for a short time.

And in that short time, much could be done.

For instance, erasing the heavenly demon bloodline and memories.

Ye Chen was capable of that.

"Master, we're going home."

In another part of the starry sky, Qin Yu and Nie Feng staggered along, one missing his left arm, the other his right, supporting each other as they walked.

"Father, we're going home."

Bi You and Chu Lingyu smiled wearily, one carrying the Blade Emperor, the other the Tian Zong Ancestor, heading back to the homeland of Great Chu.

"We're going home."

Besides them, there were Fu Ling, Qian Shang Yue, Hong Chen Xue, Xing Yue Saintess, Liu Yi, Xuan Nu, and Luo Xi—countless others—who had retrieved their family members. They walked with laughter mixed with tears and blood.

But not everyone was so fortunate. Many reincarnations remained unfound, and many who had reincarnated as heavenly demons had perished in the flames of war.

So, along the way, nearly everyone carried a wine jug, spilling it as they went—to honor the heroic spirits and the lost reincarnations.

This missed chance was eternal.

"If I kill you now, would that count as a win?"

In the depths of the starry sky, two more staggering figures supported each other as they walked.

They were Long Wu and the male Yong Sheng body.

Compared to Long Wu, the male Yong Sheng body was more gravely injured—his eternal form nearly collapsed, and his life-source primordial spirit fire had dimmed to the brink of extinction.

"As you wish."

The male Yong Sheng body replied indifferently, his tone devoid of joy or sorrow.

Yet, he still hadn't handed over Dongfang Yuling. In the history of the Zhu Tian realms, no era had ever seen two Yong Sheng bodies. That eternal pact was the true eternity. He was a rigid person; if anyone wanted to take back his loved one, they would have to defeat him with strength.

Long Wu said nothing, his gaze dim but firm. That day would not be far off.

"Ye Fan, I miss home."

In one part of the starry sky, Yang Lan lay exhausted on Ye Fan's back, her body covered in blood and severely wounded.

Ye Fan smiled with a man's warmth.

Speaking of home, on a mortal ancient star, three bloodstained figures walked against the bloody wind, their solitude palpable.

They were Dugu Jian Sheng, Luan Shi Dao Kuang, and Tian Gang Yang Xuan. The war had engulfed the entire Zhu Tian realms, and they had fought in it, guarding the mortal world's homeland and that town called Zhu Xian.

"Damn this war."

At the edge of the star sea, several graceful figures formed a striking scene: Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, Nan Ming Yu Shu, Lin Shi Hua, and Liu Ru Yan. They supported one another, stumbling step by step, each holding a blood-drenched immortal sword. Chu Xuan was gravely injured, her primordial spirit and true form heavily damaged from single-handedly battling nine great demon lords—it had been a true brush with death.

"Want to become sworn brothers?"

In the Eastern Star Domain, Zao Hua Shen Wang limped along, still full of mischief. He occasionally poked the Chaos body beside him with a finger.

The Chaos body ignored him, propping himself up with a battle spear as he staggered forward. Together with Zao Hua Shen Wang, they had led the assault on the Qingtian Magic Pillar and nearly met their end.

At least they were still alive. Those heroic spirits who had fallen were buried on the other side of the starry sky.

"Want to become sworn brothers?"

"Trade it for some Zao Hua power."

No wonder they were both clever—they cut straight to the chase. If you want my blood, just say so. All this nonsense—use Zao Hua power in exchange for Chaos blood. Fair trade.

"Want to become sworn brothers?"

In another part of the starry sky, the same scene played out.

It was Xiu Luo Tian Zun, who was pondering drawing blood from Yuan Shi Tian Zun. After all, as the Dao Ancestor's disciple, his bloodline was exceptional.

"Get lost."

Yuan Shi Tian Zun's response was blunt and straightforward.

In the Northern Star Domain, figures clustered together—some staggering, others swaying unsteadily.

They were all heroes, the ones who had destroyed the E Mo Magic Pillar. They moved in pairs: Tian Shuo with Bai Zhi, Ming Jue with Qing Luan, Chen Yi with Jiu Xian, and Wu Qing with Yao Xin.

"Boss, take it easy, it hurts."

It was the Little Ape Emperor again, the only one lying down. Kui Niu was dragging him by one leg, pulling him along the way. That fine monkey was nearly ground into pulp.

Kui Niu said nothing, glancing sideways at Chen Yi and his group, then at Tian Shuo and theirs. He desperately wanted a partner but didn't want to keep dragging a monkey every time.

"Take it easy, it hurts."

Also being dragged was the little black fatty.

He was already a mess, injured terribly, and Ye Ling was pulling him by one leg, like hauling a dead pig through the silent starry sky.

"Keep whining, and I'll leave you behind."

Ye Ling rolled her eyes and kept dragging him.

Tang San Shao was out cold, truly fainted.

In this battle, he had activated his bloodline limit three times, and the fact that he and Ye Ling were still alive was thanks to it. He didn't know if it was from his wounds or exhaustion, but he had fallen into a deep, snoring sleep.

Ye Ling pouted and flicked a dozen pills into the little fatty's body. That dark lump was usually unreliable, but in critical moments, he came through. Without his protection, she might have already crossed the Nai He Bridge.

Zing!

As they walked, a sword hum echoed.

Then, a black long sword thrust out from the void, aimed straight at Ye Ling's brow.

"Hong Huang Clan."

Ye Ling's expression changed instantly. The sword hadn't even reached her, but her primordial spirit was already cracking. The attacker was too powerful, and this was a killing strike. In her current state and with her cultivation, she could never evade it.

"Die!"

A sinister laugh echoed from the shadows, chilling and terrifying.

It was indeed the Hong Huang Clan, cloaked in black robes. They were here specifically to kill Ye Ling, not for any other reason—just because she was Ye Chen's daughter. They wanted to make Ye Chen suffer, to drive him to despair.

But in that instant of life and death, golden light burst from Ye Ling's body, and a illusory figure emerged—it was Ye Chen's form, or rather, a guardian immortal law he had left on her.

Boom!

Ye Chen's illusory shadow was incredibly domineering. He grabbed the incoming killing sword with one hand and struck back with a palm, reducing the hidden attacker to blood mist—body obliterated, primordial spirit destroyed.

With that strike, Ye Chen's illusory shadow dissipated. It seemed the guardian could only be used once.

Ye Ling spat blood and collapsed, falling into a deep faint. The Hong Huang assassin's killing intent had wounded her, and added to her exhaustion, she sank into unconsciousness.

The silent starry sky fell quiet once more.

No one knew when, but a burst of seven-colored light suddenly appeared. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't just light—it was an immortal sword, a seven-colored one.

That's right, it was the Zhu Xian Sword, like a faint glow, merging into Ye Ling's body.

After that, all was still.

A moment later, Ye Chen and Ji Ningshuang arrived. Perhaps due to their severe injuries, they couldn't even stand steadily upon landing. Ye Chen's face was deathly pale, and Yao Chi's aura was weak—both their primordial spirits were damaged.

Seeing the two were unharmed, Ye Chen finally relaxed.

"There's Hong Huang aura lingering." Ji Ningshuang murmured, scanning the surroundings warily.

"It's been destroyed."

Ye Chen said as he took Ye Ling and Tang San Shao into his inner world. The guardian immortal law he left behind contained a trace of divine sense, allowing it to witness what had happened.

Because of that, his expression turned ice-cold.

Damn the Hong Huang Clan! They had touched his reverse scale again. It was fortunate that Ye Ling and the others were safe; if they had been killed, he would have been in agony for life.

In that very instant, a seed of obsession took root deep in his soul.

If there ever came a day when his Saint Body reached completion, he would hunt down every member of the Hong Huang Clan and use their heads to honor the fallen heroes.

A gentle star wind blew, and the two set off on their return journey.

However, neither noticed that in his inner world, Ye Ling's lips curved into a strange smile, and a flash of seven-colored light briefly passed over her small body.