Chapter 2912: Too Weak

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The supreme battle reignited, with waves of energy far surpassing the previous clash.

Now, observing the battlefield revealed subtle changes.

Earlier, they had been evenly matched.

This time, Donghuang Nvdi was gradually gaining the upper hand. The Dao of Dreams was sealed, but her imperial immortal techniques emerged endlessly, relentlessly striking the Great Accomplishment Shengmo, who was frequently spattered with blood.

Most crucially, it was a matter of mentality.

With hope ignited, Donghuang Nvdi's spirit and vitality surged. Though she lacked Xue Ji Xian Jie, she attacked without defense, launching assault after assault, as if she wouldn't stop until the Shengmo was reduced to ashes.

"How is that possible?"

The Shengmo's black hole-like eyes were veiled in a layer of blood, his face twisted in ferocity, grinding his teeth in frustration.

The Desolate Ancient Saint Body was renowned for its offensive prowess, excelling in combat and endurance, not to mention possessing Xue Ji Xian Jie.

Yet now, he was being hammered relentlessly by the empress, leaving him somewhat stunned.

That woman seemed to have taken some kind of stimulant, boosted with chicken blood, fighting like a madwoman—a frenzied female lunatic—attacking without regard for the cost.

In that moment, he suddenly had an illusion, as if Donghuang Nvdi had also activated Xue Ji Xian Jie. Otherwise, how could she fight so recklessly?

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Saint blood and imperial blood rained down like light from the sky, with the Great Accomplishment Shengmo's blood and bones scattering everywhere, while Donghuang Nvdi fared little better.

However, her madness truly gave her the edge.

When a great emperor went berserk, it was terrifying indeed.

Ah!

The Shengmo howled in rage, truly driven to the brink, even with Xue Ji Xian Jie, he couldn't withstand the wounds any longer.

Or perhaps, the power of the blood successor was gradually weakening.

Fierce—that little empress was truly fierce.

This time, he had truly witnessed it, and not only witnessed it, but also found himself struggling to hold on.

"Hammer him to death."

Ming Di muttered a curse under his breath during a brief pause, then turned his gaze back to Yanfei.

He was watching, and so was the Dao Ancestor.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous boom, Yanfei had already halted in the starry sky, still in that eerie state—sometimes Yanfei, sometimes Ye Chen, sometimes illusory, sometimes solid.

"It's him, absolutely him."

At the edge of the starry sky, Xi Chen held a divine artifact called the telescope, one eye closed and one eye open, his gaze sparkling as he watched. Though he didn't know exactly what was happening, he had indeed seen that guy, Ye Chen.

That certain someone's aura was eye-catchingly prominent wherever he went.

Wu Lei took the initiative, casually reaching out and snatching the telescope from Xi Chen's hand.

The son of the realm fell silent, glancing sideways at this woman with a meaningfully profound expression.

How to put it? It was fortunate that the old folks from Da Chu had died early. If they were still around and you dared to leave Wu Lei City or wander the starry skies, you wouldn't need to come back—they'd have a whole set of collector's edition for you.

His inner thoughts were readable by Wu Lei, who didn't say much else, just curious about what that collector's edition was.

"It's him, it's the Saint Body."

Like Wu Lei and Xi Chen, countless cultivators from the heavens each held a telescope, their eyes shining brightly and brimming with hot tears. It had only been a year, yet it felt like an eternity.

His silhouette was still so weathered and resilient; his divine glory remained as radiant as ever, carrying the beliefs of all living beings.

Yanfei remained silent, and so did Ye Chen, standing across a starry river in opposition to the E Mo Emperor.

"This state won't last long."

Yanfei sent a mental message, audible only to Ye Chen.

Planning ahead, it had been extremely wise for her to pull Ye Chen into the dream back then, engraving the dream Dao mark and forming the dream contract. After the great catastrophe of the heavens, it had truly come in handy.

Ye Chen was dead, yet he lived on in her dreams.

This was something no one had anticipated.

In fact, it had shocked everyone, including the two emperors of Tianming and Donghuang Nvdi—all had been stunned by this maneuver. Who would have thought such a thing was possible?

Now, summoning Ye Chen from the dream was her first attempt, only allowing him to manifest in fleeting instants. To fully bring him out of the dream would require much more time to comprehend.

"One quarter of an hour is enough."

Ye Chen smiled, his mental message audible only to Yanfei. He had battled nine peak emperors before, let alone a mid-tier one. Even if he could only manifest in instants, he could still slay an emperor—this was the confidence of the Saint Body.

"How interesting."

E Mo Emperor chuckled darkly. This trip hadn't been in vain; he had seen many fascinating things. The Dao of Dreams was profoundly mysterious, and a mere quasi-emperor had comprehended it to such depths.

"Devouring your memories will be quite a fortuitous encounter."

The emperor's laughter carried a hint of greed.

Boom!

Yanfei stepped forward, crossing the starry river, and struck out with a palm toward E Mo Emperor.

"Weak, too weak."

E Mo Emperor looked down with utter contempt, casually raising his hand.

But his casual move led to disastrous results.

In the instant before their palms collided, Yanfei transformed into Ye Chen.

Yanfei's palm might have been a mere tickle, but the Saint Body's palm was nothing short of world-shattering.

Pfft!

A burst of imperial blood light erupted as Ye Chen's domineering palm blasted the emperor's hand to pieces, along with his arm, sending half of his imperial body flying in a spray of blood and bones.

Serves you right for not learning your lesson. Earlier, a single palm sent you flying across more than a dozen star domains—you should have been prepared. Yet here you are, still acting tough.

E Mo Emperor was truly dumbfounded.

He should have been prepared. After taking two slaps in a row, this time he was fully awakened—the eerie figure was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

In an instant, Yanfei closed in again, still with a palm strike.

This time, E Mo Emperor dared not underestimate, unleashing his peak combat power in an instant. A war spear, his ultimate Dao emperor weapon, appeared in his hand as he thrust it forward.

"Break!"

In that instant, Yanfei became Ye Chen once more, his palm even more ferocious, clashing bare-handed against the emperor's weapon.

Clang! Crack!

The sound of metal colliding was crisp; the sound of metal shattering was delightful. The Saint Body's palm was indestructible, directly shattering the emperor's weapon on the spot.

Pfft!

E Mo Emperor spat blood, staggering backward with each step, collapsing swaths of starry sky. The destruction of his emperor weapon triggered backlash, his emperor eyes bulging and pupils contracting in utter disbelief.

That instant of the Desolate Ancient Saint Body was far too powerful. Clearly, he hadn't undergone the Great Accomplishment tribulation and was still in the dream—his combat power should have been greatly diminished.

Or was it that he himself was too weak? He was a mid-tier emperor, and not an ordinary one at that—he wasn't weak!

No, it wasn't that you were weak; it was that he was too heaven-defying.

These words were what the Tianming Emperors wanted to say. Ye Chen wasn't at his peak, true, but you need to get this straight—this was in the heavens, with the new emperor's Dao imprints suppressing you. You're not at your peak either.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As the two emperors watched, the battle erupted in the starry sky.

The Great Chu Tenth Emperor, manifesting in fleeting instants, was utterly dominant and earth-shattering. Yanfei might not measure up, but one couldn't underestimate him. Even not at his peak, he could still hammer a mid-tier emperor until he couldn't stand steady—the supreme ruthless figure who had slain more than one emperor and battled nine peak emperors was no joke.

Ah!

E Mo Emperor howled, truly driven mad. Even on the Ancient Road, there were two Great Accomplishment Saint Bodies, both incredibly strong, and he couldn't defeat them in single combat—he had been brutally suppressed. Now, in the heavens, he was being suppressed again.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The emperor's blood light was mesmerizing, with emperor bones stained in blood exploding across the starry dome.

From the moment Ye Chen launched his assault, that great emperor had never managed to stand firm. His regenerative ability was formidable, reforming after each injury, only to be blasted apart again and again.

This was still just manifesting in instants—if his true form were present, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

"Old Seven."

The Little Ape Emperor arrived, carrying the Kui Niu war axe on his back, tears streaming down his face. Accompanying him were Nan Di, Chen Yi, Xi Zun, and Yao Xin, each with a weathered expression, their eyes flickering in disbelief. They had never imagined they would see Ye Chen's supreme prowess again.

"Dad."

Ye Ling also arrived, her eyes blurred with tears.

At that moment, she finally understood why Yanfei had dream-walked to Jade Maiden Peak time and again—it must have been because of Ye Chen.

He must have been homesick, subconsciously wanting to return to his roots in the dream, to see his family.

It wasn't an illusion; it was real.

"Mother, can you see this?"

Ye Ling clutched over a dozen everlasting lamps, crying like a tearful mess.

"Ye Chen."

The primordial spirits in the lamps flickered, each letting out a call, as if they could see him from afar, no matter the distance—that was their Ye Chen.

"You bastard, do you come with built-in resurrection armor?"

Xie Yun arrived, muttering to himself, his face covered in stubble and looking somewhat worn. Only upon seeing Ye Chen did his dim eyes regain a spark of light.

Situ Nan and the Imperial Descendant were there too, staring at the scene in a daze for a long time before finally breaking into smiles.

"Dad, Master Ye is still alive."

Xiong Xiao Er's eyes were full of tears, his voice choked as he held Xiong Er's memorial tablet. If his father were still in this world, he would probably be cursing up a storm in excitement.

"Saint Body."

It was unclear who it was—likely a junior—who let out a hysterical roar.

"Saint Body."

That single roar stirred a thousand waves, with shouts echoing from all directions in the starry sky, roaring from the depths of their souls.

Even though Ye Chen was in the dream, everyone firmly believed that the war god would one day return to the world. That belief was unshakeable, forged from countless myths—this time, he would surely achieve it too.

Pfft!

Amid the shouts, the Great Accomplishment Shengmo's Xue Ji Xian Jie dissipated, struck by Donghuang Nvdi's palm that nearly shattered his saint body, sending saint bones exploding across the Supreme Heaven.

"Save me, save me."

The Shengmo howled, his Xue Ji Xian Jie gone, truly unable to hold on any longer. He hoped E Mo Emperor would come and join forces to surround her.

E Mo Emperor had no response—what could he say? The Shengmo was miserable, but he was even more so, unable to stand steady, his emperor body shattered who knew how many times.

Besides, weren't you acting all tough earlier? You told me to get lost and even gave orders to this emperor.

Since it's your dish, eat it yourself! I'm barely holding on myself—how can I save you?

"Save me, save me."

The Shengmo roared, dragging his blood-drenched body as he fled.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Dark blood light followed him all the way.

With the Xue Ji Xian Jie gone, the seal on Donghuang Nvdi's Dao of Dreams also vanished. She shadowed him like a ghost, following wherever he went, striking with a sword each time she caught up, chasing and slashing all the way, dismantling his saint body into pieces without even giving him time to regenerate.

"Save me, save me."

This was E Mo Emperor's response, his emperor body already exploded, leaving only a faint primordial spirit.

Unfortunately, neither could save the other.

In the same instant, Ye Chen's palm obliterated the emperor's primordial spirit.

Also in that instant, Donghuang Nvdi's palm shattered the Shengmo's saint body, and with a flip of her hand, her sword extinguished his primordial spirit.

"No, no, no."

The lingering supreme consciousness was still wailing.

But it was futile.

Thus, the two supreme beings who had fallen into the heavens were both annihilated, at least having each other for company on the road to the Yellow Springs.