Chapter 2877: The Great War of Three Realms

"It's not him."

Tianmo Di's eyes narrowed slightly, his emperor eyes deep and piercing, staring intently at Ye Chen. They looked identical, but he wasn't the Emperor Zun—just a minor Saint Body, a half-step to full achievement.

Precisely because of this, Tianmo Di couldn't help but grit his teeth in frustration. A great emperor like himself had actually been forced to retreat by a face that looked exactly the same, which he saw as a humiliating disgrace.

In terms of insight, he was far inferior to the black-robed emperor who had been sacrificed earlier—it wasn't even close.

At the very least, the black-robed emperor could tell that Ye Chen was the reincarnation of Emperor Zun, while this emperor was clearly blind to it. He possessed the cultivation of an emperor but lacked the supreme vision that should come with it.

Boom! Rumble!

The emperor's aura that Tianmo Di had suddenly unleashed surged even higher, causing the starry sky to tremble. The expression of gritted teeth had twisted into a ferocious grin.

That minor Saint Body wasn't Emperor Zun.

But he would treat him as Emperor Zun anyway. As long as he killed him, he could banish his nightmares.

In essence, he was deceiving himself, transforming his fear of Emperor Zun into rage toward Ye Chen. The name of Emperor Zun had haunted him for endless ages, like a shackle that prevented him from reaching greater heights.

So, Ye Chen would become his stepping stone.

Boom!

On the opposite side, Ye Chen stepped forward, clenching his golden fist and smashing through the heavens and earth with a single punch.

"You dare attack me, a mere Saint Body?"

Tianmo Di sneered wickedly, charging forth with overwhelming demonic energy. With one hand, he manifested the emperor's path, slapping out a vast world filled with mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and flashing lightning and thunder.

Boom! Pfft!

Their fist and palm collided, producing a thunderous explosion. The world of the emperor's path was instantly shattered, along with Tianmo Di's arm and half of his imperial body.

That's right, Ye Chen had tricked him again—in that instant, he unleashed the full power of achievement, his punch fierce and domineering.

"How... how is this possible?"

Fresh blood gushed from Tianmo Di's mouth as he was sent flying, his eyes wide with disbelief. That was supposed to be just a half-step to full achievement! Clearly at the quasi-emperor peak, how could he possess such terrifying strength? Even with the suppression in the various heavens and the support of the Tianmo Pillar, he shouldn't have been defeated so decisively.

Boom!

Tianmo Di abruptly halted his flight, staggering a step and nearly collapsing. Just a moment ago, he had been a complete emperor, but now he was reduced to a wreck.

Defeated in a single move, his state of mind shifted once more, and fear reignited in his eyes. He suddenly felt as if the Saint Body before him was the almighty Emperor Zun.

In a daze, Ye Chen struck again, weaponless in hand, still relying on a single golden fist.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed as Tianmo Di suffered another wound. Without the power of the emperor's path holding him up, he would likely have been obliterated.

"I don't believe it."

Tianmo Di roared hoarsely, fleeing into the sky and using forbidden emperor techniques to forcibly reconstruct his imperial body. He then pressed down with a palm from above.

Ye Chen was overbearing, charging upward against the heavens. With one fist, he shattered the emperor's palm print, and in an instant, his dao sword materialized, slashing across the sky and earth, sending Tianmo Di tumbling away.

Tianmo Di steadied himself and tried to cast another emperor's immortal technique.

Unfortunately, Ye Chen gave him no chance, using Flying Thunder God to close in and sever the emperor's head with a sword.

Even without his head, Tianmo Di didn't fall. His headless imperial body turned and fled, his origin soul severely damaged—he needed to catch his breath and first reform his head.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, sword in hand as he pursued relentlessly. Once he caught up, he wasted no words, raising his sword to strike. He severed the great emperor's head and even sliced off an arm, leaving Tianmo Di unsteady on his feet.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The scene was gruesomely bloody. Tianmo Di was in utter misery, his nearly indestructible imperial body being dismantled sword by sword by Ye Chen. Pieces of imperial bone, stained with imperial blood, exploded across the starry sky.

"Still, the Saint Body is so dominant."

The cultivators from the various heavens who had arrived stood with their mouths agape. That was supposedly an emperor, yet he could barely stand. It wasn't that the great emperor was weak—it was just that Ye Chen was too strong.

The existence of the Tenth Emperor of Great Chu made the so-called Tianmo Di seem far less fearsome than imagined.

This proved just how crucial it was to have an ancient Saint Body standing guard—it truly held the line.

"Beat him! Beat him to death!"

The Little Ape Emperor shouted from the outskirts, yelling wildly. With each roar, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, still fuming from nearly being wiped out earlier.

Fortunately, he had a formidable brother fighting for him. Who did they think they were, coming to the various heavens and expecting to leave alive? Not a chance.

Ah...!

Tianmo Di's roars echoed through the universe.

But no matter how loudly he screamed, it was useless. His imperial body was torn to pieces, and though he had a full arsenal of emperor's immortal techniques, he couldn't use any of them. The minor Saint Body opposite him gave him no opportunity, striking with sword after sword, each more dominant than the last. He was left dizzy and disoriented, seeing nothing but flashes of sword light raining down on him.

Boom! Rumble!

Because of him, because of Ye Chen, because of this great war, the starry sky descended into complete chaos. The reconstruction over the past month was in ruins; wherever the two passed, star domains shattered and the starry sky collapsed. Stars extinguished one after another, and no one dared to venture near—the mere aftershocks were unbearable, even for quasi-emperor.

The people of the various heavens watched, as did the emperors of heaven and the underworld. Compared to the people of the heavens, the two emperors remained expressionless. They were already accustomed to Ye Chen pummeling great emperors. He had slain mid-tier emperors before—this was child's play for him.

Boom! Bang!

As they watched, two thunderous booms suddenly rang out—one from the underworld and one from the heavenly realm. Almost simultaneously, the misty veil of the heavenly realm and the void of the underworld ripped open with massive fissures, each tens of thousands of zhang wide. In the same instant, a figure plummeted into the heavenly realm and another into the underworld.

Daozu withdrew his gaze from the human realm and slowly turned around.

What he saw was a figure with blood-red hair and eyes like black holes. At the center of his brow was an ancient divine pattern, radiating overwhelming demonic energy that surged like mountains, collapsing the void.

"Saint Body."

Daozu murmured softly, his emperor eyes narrowing. He wouldn't mistake it—this was a Saint Body from the first lineage, a fully achieved Saint Body that had unlocked its blood successor limit. It had fallen from the ancient road.

"Disaster Demon Emperor."

The Mingdi also murmured. A fully achieved Saint Body from the first lineage had fallen into the heavenly realm, but a Disaster Demon Emperor had fallen into his underworld. The emperor had a massive head, a single blood-red eye, scales covering his body, claw-like feet, and a dragon-like tail trailing behind. His ultimate emperor aura destroyed heavens and earth—he was a peak great emperor.

What they shared was that, in the moment they fell, both the peak Disaster Demon Emperor and the first-lineage fully achieved Saint Body wore expressions of strange bewilderment, completely stunned.

They had been on the ancient road, chasing Hongyan, but as they walked, they misplaced a step and fell into a pit. When they reappeared, they were here—it seemed neither the Tianmo Domain nor the Disaster Demon Domain, nor the Saint Demon Domain, but the various heavens: the underworld and the heavenly realm.

"Guests from afar,"

The Mingdi said indifferently, cracking his neck.

"Are not to be turned away."

Daozu spoke, finishing the Mingdi's unspoken words, and also cracked his neck.

The eyes of the two emperors gleamed brightly. They had grown tired of watching the human realm's devastation without being able to intervene, bottling up their fury. Now, conveniently, someone had delivered themselves as targets.

"Hongjun?"

"Mingdi?"

Shocked voices came from the heavenly and underworld realms—the fully achieved Saint Body and the Disaster Demon Emperor had sensed the presence of great emperors.

"You guessed right."

Daozu moved first, unleashing an emperor-level chaotic law that obliterated half of the fully achieved Saint Body's form. Before it could steady itself, he dragged it into the Great Dao Taishang Heaven.

The Mingdi also moved, his palm like a world-ending blade, slashing the Disaster Demon Emperor until blood and bone flew. Without giving it a chance to breathe, he hauled it into the Great Dao Taishang Heaven.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Emperor-level battles erupted instantly.

Even within the Great Dao Taishang Heaven, the commotion was immense, shaking the heavenly and underworld realms and causing the human realm to tremble.

The people of the various heavens instinctively looked up at the vast sky, the eyes of the elders the most profound, as if they knew that changes and emperor-level wars were unfolding in the heavenly and underworld realms.

This was intriguing—the human realm was at war, the heavenly realm was at war, and the underworld was at war.

Boom! Rumble!

In fact, it wasn't just the three realms; the ancient road was also in turmoil. In that dim world, scenes of destruction abounded—skies collapsing, lightning flashing, and thunder roaring.

It was still a free-for-all, but this time, it wasn't the people of the various heavens being ganged up on. Instead, it was Di Huang and his two companions surrounding and attacking a lone Disaster Demon Emperor, growing even more ferocious.

"The ancient road can actually crack open."

In the Shura Domain, the Thousand-Faced Emperor Shadow muttered to himself.

"If Di Huang and Hongyan also fall back, that would be quite the spectacle."

On Buzhou Mountain, the Xuan Emperor's phantom said meaningfully.

Pfft!

Amid the rumbles, Tianmo Di spat blood again. He was incredibly resilient, having endured countless strikes from Ye Chen, yet his imperial body remained unextinguished. With a sudden flash, he escaped into a black hole.

"You won't escape."

Ye Chen's voice rang out coldly and resoundingly as he chased into the black hole.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

What followed was a series of explosions rippling through the starry sky, from the eastern vastness all the way to the western star fields.

Listening to the sounds, the cultivators of the various heavens followed along.

Without even seeing it, they knew Tianmo Di was in a pitiful state, being relentlessly pummeled by Ye Chen. Even through the dark barrier, they could hear his roars, driven to madness.

Boom!

In the Yinming Star Domain, Tianmo Di was flung out of the black hole—or more accurately, hacked out by Ye Chen's sword. He nearly met his end mid-fall, and as he plummeted, his imperial body finally exploded, leaving only a faint origin soul.

"Twelve Heavens Character Great Dark Array."

Ye Chen arrived right after, pressing down with a palm to deploy the sealing array. The newly risen Tianmo Di was trapped on the spot. No matter how he struggled or collided, he couldn't break the formation. His emperor path powers, origin, and origin soul were completely wiped out.

"I am unwilling!"

Tianmo Di wailed, his voice filled with resentment. He had been perfectly fine on the ancient road, only to fall into the various heavens by some twist of fate and encounter an ancient Saint Body. What frustrated him most was that this minor Saint Body was incredibly tenacious, excelling in combat, endurance, and offense.

His roars eventually faded away.

Another Tianmo Di had been slain by the Saint Body.

Ye Chen looked up toward the vast sky, gazing at the heavenly realm and the human realm. During his pursuit of Tianmo Di, he had already sensed the emperor-level battle. Now, the rumbling of that war continued, intensely fierce.

It wasn't long before the booms ceased.

The first-lineage fully achieved Saint Body had fallen, reduced to ashes by Daozu. Even with its blood successor limit and near-immortality, it couldn't withstand a peak great emperor.

The Disaster Demon Emperor had also fallen. Though on the same level as the Mingdi, it was no match for him. From the moment it entered the Great Dao Taishang Heaven, it had been questioning its existence.

The three realms fell silent, and the siege on the ancient road came to an end. The Disaster Demon Emperor that had been ganged up on was buried, its death horrifically gruesome.