Chapter 2899: A Destiny Riddled with Holes

Roar! Roar! Roar!

High in the Cang Miao, dragon roars echoed, deep and powerful.

This was the Emperor's Path Battlefield. A Great Accomplishment Holy Body and nine Peak Great Emperors had all transformed into dragon forms.

One golden divine dragon and nine pitch-black demonic dragons swirled and clashed, fighting from the eastern starry sky all the way to the western Cang Miao. Wherever they passed, yin and yang reversed, heaven and earth turned upside down, vast swathes of the star fields collapsed, and even the laws of the universe were rendered void.

"Die, why won't you die?"

The nine demonic dragons roared in fury and madness. Though they lacked human faces, a certain ferocity was etched across their dragon features. They struck Ye Chen down time and again, shattering his holy body each time, yet they could not destroy him.

The emperors were driven to madness, and each one's frenzy carried the power to annihilate worlds.

With a splatter of blood,

Amidst the thunderous booms, Ye Chen coughed up blood.

His golden divine dragon form plummeted from the void, reverting to human shape, his body covered in bloody gashes.

Not only that, but in the midst of his fall, his Blood Succession Boundary, which granted him immortality, also dissipated—it had been forcibly shattered by the nine Peak Great Emperors.

Thus, the duration of the Blood Succession Boundary depended on the opponent; against nine Peak Emperors, its limits were greatly reduced. Ye Chen had been prepared for this.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The nine emperors descended one after another, causing the starry sky to rumble incessantly. They did not attack further but stood across a rift in the star space, grinning maliciously as they watched Ye Chen, as if savoring a magnificent painting, utterly delightful to their eyes.

In their gaze, Ye Chen staggered to his feet. His great cauldron was shattered, his armor was in ruins, and his holy body was broken.

"Ant, you are nothing but an ant."

The seventh Peak Emperor sneered viciously, his laugh cruel beyond measure. Though he was a Yuan Shen form, his ferocious face was strikingly clear, like a blue-faced, fanged demon.

No, he was even more sinister than a demon.

It was fortunate that the Ming Emperor was too occupied to notice; otherwise, he would surely have unleashed a torrent of scolding. Nine Peak Emperors ganging up on one, and still failing to kill him—how arrogant! Where did they get the nerve to call him an ant? In a one-on-one fight, which of these Peak Supremes could match him?

Ye Chen said nothing, staggering once more before steadying himself. Blood poured from his mouth, and his eyes were dim. Having held on this long was already a mythical miracle.

Now, without the Blood Succession Boundary and without its undying support, he could no longer withstand the nine emperors.

Yet, as long as he still lived, he would not fall.

In an instant, he sacrificed his Yuan Shen.

In an instant, he sacrificed his origin.

In an instant, he sacrificed fifty thousand years of his lifespan.

Hiss!

Not only the demon soldiers and generals of Tian Mo and E Mo, but even the nine Peak Emperors involuntarily drew in a sharp breath.

This young Holy Body was truly ruthless! Sacrificing his Yuan Shen, origin, and lifespan—he had left no way out for himself.

Indeed, Ye Chen had left no way out. If he couldn't hold off the nine emperors, there was no path forward.

In this battle, whether he could endure until Yao Chi achieved the Dao and became emperor, he was destined to perish, his body and soul extinguished. On his holy form, the glow of doomsday was already etched.

"Heaven Burial, activate."

"Immortal Burial, activate."

Ye Chen's eyes were wild with madness as he unleashed one forbidden technique after another from his lifelong learnings, enhancing his combat power at any cost and driving himself to the absolute peak.

This would be his final battle.

Boom! Boom!

The once serene Cang Miao rumbled once more.

That desolate, blood-stained figure burst forth with the most brilliant radiance again. His hair turned golden, a sacred Dao pattern etched on his forehead, and his shattered bloody body rapidly regenerated. Though he was just one person, he resembled a blazing sun, his piercing golden light illuminating all heavens.

"You are worthy of respect."

The nine Peak Emperors sneered.

Respect was respect, but they showed no mercy.

Boom!

The nine emperors lifted their feet in unison, stepping across the rift. They had found the entertainment they sought; what followed would be a feast of destruction. Annihilating this young Holy Body and that tribulation crosser would settle everything else.

"Battle!"

Ye Chen roared hoarsely, his figure still desolate as he charged alone down the path of no return.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

More thunderous booms resounded, each one sounding like a funeral bell, tolling one after another through the divine seas of all beings. A supreme demonic force was erasing that flicker of hope built from blood and bone.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Golden blood sprayed across the starry sky.

Ye Chen was defeated, his defeat utterly devastating. Without the Blood Succession Boundary, the nine Peak Great Emperors drove him from the western Cang Miao back to the eastern starry sky. The fresh blood of the Holy Body splattered across the universe, each drop strikingly vivid.

The star fields collapsed as he coughed up blood.

Even Dao Zu and Ming Emperor, still locked in their own battle, glanced back for a moment, truly shocked by the sight.

That Holy Body had reached its limit.

He had held on long enough. Without crossing the Great Accomplishment Heavenly Tribulation, to endure against nine Peak Great Emperors until now was already a myth among myths.

Splash!

In that glance from the two emperors, Ye Chen fell from the Cang Miao. The light on his body dimmed completely, and he swayed unsteadily, unable even to stand.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The nine Peak Emperors pursued relentlessly, charging in together.

"Big brother, I'll go ahead first."

Accompanied by a tragic roar, the shattered Chaos Cauldron rushed out resolutely, intent on blocking that fatal strike for its master.

Just like Chaos Fire and Chaos Thunder, it was always ready to shatter itself for its owner.

Boom!

That boom was equally tragic.

The Chaos Cauldron, refined by Ye Chen for a thousand years, was smashed to pieces by the third Peak Emperor with a single palm.

"Die!"

The fourth Peak Emperor bellowed in rage, thrusting a spear straight through.

Buzz!

The Black Gold Iron Rod emerged, transforming into a divine form—a illusory ape monkey, the divine imprint of the Dou Zhan Holy Emperor. Though illusory, its aura was fiercely dominant.

Alas, even in its dominance, it was not the true form. The fourth Peak Emperor's spear obliterated it.

"Die!"

Three Peak Emperors arrived together: one forming a palm seal, one wielding a killing sword, and one swinging a divine blade.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The imperial artifacts on Ye Chen's back flew out one after another, some reviving their emperor might, some manifesting divine forms, and some outlining laws, charging forward in succession.

Clang! Clang! Crash! Crack!

The sounds of metal colliding blended into one.

The imperial artifacts of the heavens were all defeated—some shattered, some destroyed, their fragments scattering across the starry sky, their divine light fading as they fell.

Buzz!

The first Peak Emperor unleashed a finger of divine light, sweeping away all in its path.

Splash!

That golden blood flower was perhaps the most brilliant in all the heavens.

The Holy Body's head was pierced through.

Following that, his holy form exploded. His golden hair, strand by strand, turned snow-white, and his aged body extinguished its last trace of divine light.

"Ning Shuang, I can't hold on anymore."

Ye Chen's voice was hoarse and exhausted. Desperately trying to steady himself, he was already beyond his strength. Under the blood-red starlight, he swayed and collapsed heavenward.

The hero's twilight.

That peerless war god, that monumental figure, had finally fought to exhaustion and fallen.

The Holy Body lineage, that unyielding lineage, was born in battle and died in battle, ultimately unable to escape the fate of Qian Chuang Bai Kong.

Boom!

In that instant, the Ling Xiao Treasure Hall rumbled, and a blood-stained graceful figure emerged from the gates of the heavens, carrying the power to destroy worlds.

They had succeeded; Ruoxi and the others had successfully merged, and not only that, they were in the Blood Succession Boundary state.

With one step, she caused a hundred thousand mountains to crumble.

Boom!

In that instant, from the direction of Tian Huang, another surge of ultimate emperor might spread, also from a blood-stained graceful figure in the Blood Succession Boundary state, with overwhelming demonic aura billowing forth.

It was Dong Shen Yao Chi.

She had become emperor.

She had finally achieved the Dao against the heavens.

Her emperor title was Dong Huang, known as the Dong Huang Female Emperor.