Chapter 2870: Turbulence Appears

Boom! Rumble!

In the boundless starry sky, thunderous roars echoed without end, emanating from all directions, each one bearing the terrifying pressure of an emperor.

Before, it had been a two-on-two match.

Now, it was four against four, finally a truly balanced fight.

"What freaks."

Every emperor gritted their teeth because every opponent was far more formidable than they had imagined. Though not emperors, they could actually stand against great emperors.

After more than a hundred rounds, not only had they failed to defeat the four, but they were repeatedly wounded.

Fight!

Ming Jue roared with unyielding determination, his battle intent soaring to the heavens.

Bai Zhi was the same, fueled by an indomitable will.

Both had lifted the seals on their emperor-level powers and sacrificed everything. In this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, their souls were destined to fall into the depths of the nine heavens.

The Hong Chen Liu Dao remained silent, yet their combat strength was on par with Ming Jue and Bai Zhi. What was terrifying was the occasional flicker of clarity in their eyes; in those fleeting moments, their power would become so overwhelming that even the emperors were taken aback.

Boom! Rumble!

The thunder didn't just shake the starry sky; it also resonated over Xuan Huang.

The Fifth Heavenly Demon Emperor was also in battle.

Looking into the distance, the sky was filled with countless figures, all senior quasi-emperors from the various heavens. They had blood-sacrificed their origins, dragging their aged bodies forward in wave after wave. For every one that fell, another took their place; for every one that bled into the heavens, another soared up to replace them. They had all transcended the concepts of life and death.

"Ants, just ants."

The Fifth Heavenly Demon Emperor sneered maliciously, his emperor's might devastating everything like swatting flies. With every palm strike, someone perished, and crimson blood flowers bloomed across the void.

This wasn't a war; it was a one-sided massacre. Without a supreme peak expert, no one could face an emperor head-on. There were plenty of peak quasi-emperors, but their strength was limited, and none could withstand even a single blow from an emperor.

The battle was unimaginably brutal, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. The sacred lands of the cultivators had turned desolate, the sun and moon dimmed, mountain ranges collapsing one after another, ancient cities exploding in succession, and lives extinguished one by one. It had become a living hell on earth.

"Holy Body! Come back to us!"

The cries of the common people were filled with grief.

"Old Seven, where the hell are you?"

Xiao Yuan Huang cursed loudly, and Kui Niu did the same. They were fighting too, wielding emperor artifacts and attacking desperately, narrowly escaping being crushed by the great emperor several times.

Like them, Dong Zhou Wu Wang, Ri Yue Shen Zi, Chen Yi, Zhong Huang, and Xi Zun were all battling fiercely, spilling blood into the void time and again.

"Father Emperor, grant me your power."

The princes of the various heavens had returned to their ancestral lands, sitting beneath their emperors' statues and shouting from the depths of their souls, hoping to awaken any lingering divine consciousness or ancient power to help them slay the great emperor.

Hmm?

In the time-space turbulence, Ye Chen suddenly opened his eyes. Just a moment ago, it seemed he had heard the desperate calls of the common people, laden with sorrow and hoarse with pain.

"The various heavens are in peril."

Ye Chen murmured softly, his brows furrowing instantly with a sense of foreboding. This feeling was eerily similar to when he had ventured into the Chaos Sea years ago—it signaled a catastrophic disaster for the various heavens.

"Did you hear that?"

"Indeed, we did. The common people are calling out."

The other quasi-emperors spoke up, having heard it as well. Most had opened their eyes, their already grim faces turning pale all at once.

"Hold on."

Ye Chen clenched his teeth and took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his thoughts. He compelled himself to comprehend the laws of time and space. Worry was futile; he needed to escape as quickly as possible.

"Hold on."

The other quasi-emperors closed their eyes again, continuing to delve into the mysteries of time and space, hoping to grasp even a fragment of its laws and exit the turbulence swiftly.

"A hundred years, and still no breakthrough?"

Ming Di muttered to himself, his brows knitted tightly.

Based on the flow of time, Ye Chen and the quasi-emperors had been in the time-space turbulence for over a hundred years, yet none had comprehended its laws.

In reality, Ming Di had overestimated the quasi-emperors.

The laws of time and space were profoundly forbidden; they weren't something one could grasp on a whim. Even Ming Di himself had spent countless centuries mastering them back in his day.

Ye Chen kept his eyes closed, his mind free of distractions.

In these hundred years, he had gained significant insights and encountered extraordinary opportunities, especially in his deeper understanding of time and space. It wasn't just about finding a way out—he had truly begun to capture the essence of its laws.

In the surreal void, faint strands of mystical immortal light could be seen winding around his sacred body, elusive and intangible yet undeniably real.

That was the law of time and space—he had only just entered its threshold and needed more time to explore.

Equally exceptional was Di Ji, radiating divine light. Among all the quasi-emperors, she was the only one besides Ye Chen enveloped by the laws of time and space. In a hundred years, she had also grasped some profound truths.

Their situations were somewhat similar.

There were brief moments when neither was affected by the time-space turbulence, allowing them to stand firm. But those instants were rare, as their comprehension of the laws wasn't deep enough yet.

"Keep focusing. I'm watching over you."

Ren Wang appeared briefly without speaking, but the look in his eyes conveyed those words. He had observed Ye Chen and Di Ji, and with his vast insight, he knew they held the greatest potential.

"The various heavens must be facing a great catastrophe."

Zao Hua Shen Wang was there too, having grabbed Ren Wang's hand during their last collision.

Ren Wang fell silent, his expression icy cold. Over ninety percent of the peak forces were trapped in this damned time-space turbulence. The various heavens lacked even a single supreme peak expert, making them vulnerable to chaos from the primordial wilds or invasions from outer realms. No one could hold the line. As for Ru Xi, she might be able, but she was too unstable—whether she could awaken remained uncertain.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood sprayed continuously as many quasi-emperor in the turbulence exploded. Not everyone was as exceptional as Ye Chen and Di Ji, and not everyone could comprehend the laws of time and space.

A hundred years was simply too short. After all, they weren't emperors, and even as supreme beings, certain invisible restrictions held them back.

"My heart can't find peace."

Di Xuan sighed, opening her eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time and shaking her head helplessly. She could hear the calls of the common people, making it impossible to focus on enlightenment. All she wanted was to escape the turbulence, but the more she fixated on it, the more chaotic her thoughts became.

"As long as he gets out, that's what matters."

Yue Huang took a deep breath, referring to Ye Chen. Nothing else was important right now—they needed to stabilize the various heavens first. As for the rest of them, waiting a few more centuries in the turbulence wouldn't be a problem.

"Time, space, time and space."

Ye Chen whispered in his heart, repeating it over and over.

He achieved absolute nirvana once again, delving even deeper and clearly capturing the balance point between time and space, reaching it repeatedly.

"Time, space, time and space."

Di Ji's murmurs also carried newfound clarity.

"They're colliding! They're colliding!"

Di Lao shouted as he passed by.

"Get out of the way!"

Chu Jiang Wang roared as he flew in.

It wasn't without reason; Di Ji and Ye Chen were hurtling toward each other from opposite directions. Based on their paths, a collision was inevitable.

If it were anyone else, it might not have mattered, but these two were special—one was the ancient Holy Body, the other a survivor of the emperor tribulation, a ruthless figure. If they collided, it would disrupt their enlightenment. A damaged physical body was one thing, but the backlash would be disastrous.

In an instant, Ye Chen's eyes snapped open.

In an instant, Di Ji's eyes did the same.

Then, they collided head-on, perfectly aligned from east to west. The Holy Body was domineering, and Di Ji's physique was incredibly strong, causing blood to spray instantly.

Yet, neither was swept away.

Some invisible force seemed to pull them, making Ye Chen and Di Ji spin in circles on the spot. It was as if an unseen vortex had ensnared them, holding them fast so neither could break free. Ye Chen couldn't steady himself, and neither could Di Ji.

"How could this be?"

Tian Lao, passing by, stared in utter bewilderment.

He had seen many collisions before, but nothing like this. They had crashed but didn't separate or get carried away, as if trapped in a vortex spinning at high speed.

"Maybe it'll spark some romantic chemistry."

Di Liu Shen Jiang coughed dryly.

"It's their time-space laws colliding."

Long Ye's gaze was profound, seeing it clearly. Just before the impact, Ye Chen was enlightenment on time and space and had a moment of insight; Di Ji was doing the same and had grasped some truths. Both were surrounded by time-space laws, and their direct collision involved not just their bodies but also their laws. The clash of these two different time-space laws had created this strange phenomenon. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, he couldn't say, but he hoped for the former.

"Stop! Make it stop!"

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, trying to stabilize himself, but it was futile. Even unleashing his full power did nothing; the force was too overwhelming to resist.

"Stop! Make it stop!"

Di Ji struggled the same way, desperate to halt, but she couldn't. She had been spun so many times that her vision blurred.

Outside, they were peerless powerhouses, but here, they were utterly helpless, at the mercy of this unseen force with no escape.

Crack!

Such sounds suddenly echoed, coming from Ye Chen's body and Di Ji's. His sacred body was fracturing, and her immortal bones were shattering. In just three to five moments, both were drenched in blood and on the verge of exploding.

"Damn it."

Every passing quasi-emperor cursed inwardly. It was rare for two to comprehend the time-space laws, only for them to collide and trigger this calamity. At this rate, they would eventually be torn to pieces, turning hope into despair.

"What's that?"

Zao Hua Shen Wang exclaimed in surprise, his gaze deep.

All the quasi-emperors narrowed their eyes upon hearing him.

There, where Ye Chen and Di Ji were, a rift had opened.

As they watched, the two vanished.

Splash! Splash!

Then came two sounds—clearly of something hitting water and creating massive waves, at least ten thousand zhang high.

They hadn't misheard; it was indeed the sound of falling into water. Ye Chen and Di Ji had been pulled through the rift and out of the turbulence, plunging one after the other into the Xuan Huang Star Sea, creating those enormous waves.

In an instant, both shot out of the water, standing on its surface, covered in blood. One staggered unsteadily, the other stumbled, barely able to stand as they vomited blood profusely. It was unclear if it was from the earlier collision or the severe backlash of the time-space laws—no one was more wretched than they were right now.

"Is this... the Xuan Huang Star Sea?"

Di Ji steadied herself and scanned their surroundings.

"We're back."

Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, and he managed a weary smile.

Boom! Rumble!

No sooner had he spoken than earth-shattering booms erupted, some from the starry sky, others from the Xuan Huang continent, all laced with the might of emperors.

Both turned their heads, exchanging a glance.

"Tian Mo Di?"