Chapter 2957: Lack of Fortune

Chapter 2957: Que Zaohua

Boom! Bang! Boom!

In the dim Taigu Road, the roars continued without end. The universe was thrown into chaos by an irresistible, mysterious force. Even Tianmo Tiandi and Didao Shengmo were hurled in different directions, their bodies crashing heavily and causing the heavens and earth to collapse.

Ye Chen was tossed toward the east. Upon landing, he stumbled but quickly steadied himself. He had experienced such events before and knew exactly what to expect.

"Damn it."

Once he regained his footing, he heard angry shouts from all sides. What was meant to be an ambush had turned into chaos due to the upheaval of the universe, catching everyone off guard.

"Don't hurry. I'll take you one by one."

Ye Chen sneered, gripping his Lunhui Jian and vanishing into the void. He concealed his aura with the Zhoutian formation and masked his origin with immortal techniques, gathering his strength to annihilate all the foreign supreme beings on the Taigu Road. As the old saying went, it was easy to dodge an open attack but hard to defend against hidden arrows.

He was searching, and so were they—perhaps in groups of three or five, wandering across the vast expanse, their divine senses sweeping recklessly over the lands in search of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen stayed hidden, moving stealthily through the void. As he advanced, he realized this segment of the Taigu Road was even more vast than the previously shattered ones, and the foreign supreme beings far outnumbered those before.

Still, it was within his limits to handle.

He finally came to a stop, though he wasn't sure when. On the distant horizon, three figures streaked through the sky: three Tianmo Emperors. One carried a Di Jian, another wielded a battle spear, and the third gripped a jet-black war axe.

Ye Chen's lips curved into a slight smile as he vanished in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was already in that patch of void, striking like a ghost. His sword obliterated one emperor in a flash.

The remaining two emperors paled in shock and fled skyward.

"No escape to the heavens, no refuge in the earth."

Ye Chen said calmly, unleashing a Nian Yongheng, freezing time for a brief moment. That was all he needed—one sword cleaved the second Tianmo Emperor in half, and with a flip of his hand, a palm strike extinguished the third.

With that done, he melted back into the void and disappeared.

Not long after, Didao Shengmo arrived, accompanied by nine E Mo Emperors. Seeing the mist of blood everywhere, they erupted in furious rage.

Ye Chen had glanced back for a split second, ignoring the nine E Mo Great Emperors and focusing only on Didao Shengmo. He hadn't left because he feared that supreme being; it simply wasn't the right time to engage. Once he dealt with the lesser foes, he wouldn't mind taking on two at once.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

In the dim world, screams echoed relentlessly, and dark blood flowers bloomed in various places. The Tenth Emperor of Great Chu in the shadows of darkness was like a god of slaughter, leaving a trail of supreme beings in his wake. To put it bluntly, aside from Tianmo Tiandi and Didao Shengmo, no one could evade his fatal strikes.

"Damn it."

Tianmo Tiandi gritted his teeth, his face twisted into a grotesque mask. So many supreme beings, reduced to being toyed with by a single minor Shengti. Ye Chen struck from the east and vanished to the west, elusive as a shadow—they couldn't even find him, and emperors kept falling one after another.

"Come out!"

Didao Shengmo's roar carried waves of fury, his emperor eyes like black holes shooting lightning in all directions. Unable to locate Ye Chen, he was driven to madness. They had held all the cards, yet everything had turned into a disaster, with losses mounting catastrophically.

In the void, Ye Chen scratched his ear, pretending not to hear, sword in hand as he wandered about. Whenever he spotted a Great Emperor or Dacheng-level being, he delivered a thunderous strike, finishing them swiftly before moving on—true hit-and-run tactics.

As time dragged on, only Tianmo Tiandi and Didao Shengmo dared to shout in anger. The rest of the foreign supreme beings fell silent, afraid Ye Chen would pinpoint their locations. That Dao-achieving minor Shengti was terrifying beyond measure, with far too many supreme beings losing their heads mid-stride.

Pfft!

Amid the blood light, another E Mo Emperor was slain by Ye Chen. It was a lone emperor hiding in the mist, but it couldn't escape his scrutiny. In one instant, he located it; in the next, he ended it.

"Boss, that's thirty-two now."

In his inner world, the Hunlun Ding buzzed excitedly, chuckling with delight. While Ye Chen slaughtered, it hadn't been idle, keeping count. From the universe's upheaval, he had already killed thirty-two supreme beings—a feat unmatched in the history of the heavens.

Ye Chen didn't respond, his eyes slightly closed, clearly sensing someone using secret arts to spy on him from the shadows. It was Tianmo Tiandi, employing some divine ability to lock onto his position.

A couple of seconds later, Ye Chen chuckled coldly and vanished once more, reappearing in another stretch of space.

Soon, Tianmo Tiandi arrived, his twisted, ferocious face even more distorted, his blood-red eyes ominously terrifying. He had traced Ye Chen's location, but he was too late.

Ah!

From afar, a scream rang out. Tianmo Tiandi turned immediately, but he was still too late—one more E Mo Emperor had been slaughtered, and Ye Chen was nowhere to be seen.

At Tianxuan Gate, the Gu Tian Ting Nv Di opened her eyes again, gazing into the vast expanse without a word, as if admiring a magnificent painting. It was as if she could see the Taigu Road and witness Ye Chen unleashing his might in the dim world.

When she closed her eyes, another immortal mark etched itself on her brow.

Quickly, a ethereal figure emerged from the Ming Realm, bathed in starlight and moonlight, dreamlike and illusory. Her peerless, immortal face dimmed all the world's beauty, her every step like a graceful dance, each one blooming a lotus flower.

Surrounding her were laws of order—the laws of time and space. One could call it a soul or a temporal body. The Gu Tian Ting Nv Di, who had amazed the ages, had comprehended too many heaven-defying laws.

She entered Tianxuan Gate and merged into the body of the Tian Ting Nv Di, spreading a layer of radiant glow like a gentle spring breeze, carrying a faint feminine fragrance across the void.

"It's coming soon."

The Ming Di murmured softly, taking a deep breath. Over a thousand years had passed; the empress had already integrated her Lunhui Shen and two souls and spirits. The remaining five spirits were only a matter of time.

The Dao Zu remained silent, his gaze fixed on Yunu Peak.

That night, Yunu Peak was eerily quiet, but above it, imperial visions manifested. In that vast realm, mountains and rivers intertwined, flowers and grasses thrived, and all things burst with vitality. Emperor principles descended, accompanied by heavenly sounds that awakened many from their dreams, leaving them in a daze.

This night was worth commemorating.

The Donghuang Nv Di had finally broken through her barriers, advancing to the mid-tier emperor level.

The Ming Di cleared his throat.

The Dao Zu cleared his throat as well.

This was what it meant to fear the rise of the younger generation.

Recalling their own paths, it had taken them over ten thousand years to progress from initial-tier to mid-tier emperors, and that was thanks to the Tian Ting Nv Di's soul. Compared to Yaochi, they fell far short.

Thus, this era was truly extraordinary.

"Run? Where do you think you're going?"

On the Taigu Road, Ye Chen was locked in another fierce battle.

The one he pursued was a Dacheng Shengmo, who possessed Xue Ji Xian Jie but couldn't withstand Ye Chen's assaults. The absolute suppression of power ensured that even its immortality wasn't enough.

"Save me! Save me!"

The Dacheng Shengmo howled, calling for its own Great Emperor.

Ye Chen instantly closed in, slamming down a palm from the heavens. Etched in his palm were sealing laws—a fusion of the Twelve Tianzi Great Ming Array and Di Dao Fuxi's techniques, enhanced with Lunhui force. The fleeing Dacheng Shengmo was sealed on the spot.

Ye Chen didn't kill it. Instead, he tossed it into his great cauldron and vanished. The entire process took no more than three to five seconds, and by the time Didao Shengmo arrived at that void, Ye Chen was long gone.

In another patch of void, Ye Chen stopped and pulled out the Shengmo, binding it before him. He stood with his hands behind his back, scrutinizing it from all angles. Back when he wasn't an emperor, his perspective was limited, but now he saw more clearly and was eager to understand the origins between the two Shengti bloodlines.

The Shengmo couldn't move and had lost its Xue Ji Xian Jie. Its blood-red eyes were filled with ferocity and rage, but mostly fear, for Ye Chen, this primeval Shengti, was too terrifying.

Ye Chen reached out and extracted a strand of Shengmo's origin essence, suspending it in his left palm. Then, from his own body, he drew out a strand of his essence and held it in his right palm.

Both essences pulsed with immense blood energy.

However, in terms of purity, the Shengmo's essence was indeed superior. These two bloodlines seemed inherently unequal from the start. The Shengmo could activate Xue Ji Xian Jie at specific times, while the Shengti could not; each of the Shengmo's divine treasures was more domineering than the Shengti's; and regarding bloodline essence, the Shengmo could devour the Shengti's, but not vice versa.

Ye Chen refused to believe it was impossible. He attempted to fuse the two essences.

Regrettably, the two types repelled each other naturally.

Ye Chen thought of Hongyan. She was the most unique—by essence, she belonged to the first Shengmo bloodline and the second Shengti bloodline. In a sense, she was both, proving that Shengti and Shengmo could merge.

"What's missing?"

Ye Chen murmured to himself, feeling that the fusion of the two bloodlines lacked something.

"Missing Zaohua."

Suddenly, a faint, ethereal female voice echoed in his ear, making his eyebrows shoot up. By the sound, it was the Gu Tian Ting Nv Di—her voice was ancient and melodious.

Ye Chen looked around but saw no sign of the empress.

Precisely because he couldn't see her, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration at her profound abilities, managing to send her voice from the heavens to the Taigu Road.

Upon further thought, he understood—it was her creation, after all, so she likely had certain privileges.

"Missing Zaohua."

Ye Chen murmured again, furrowing his brow slightly.

Years ago, Donghuang Tai Xin had mentioned that the female Shengti had sought Zaohua Shenwang from her, and at that time, Zaohua Shenwang was still in slumber. Now, thinking back, Hongyan hadn't been speaking without basis.

As the empress said, that Zaohua force might truly help merge Shengti and Shengmo. He didn't know the exact reason yet, but he unconditionally trusted the Gu Tian Ting Nv Di's words.

"So why not say it earlier?"

Ye Chen grumbled internally. Back in the human realm, Dacheng Shengmo had fallen into the heavens, but they had all been exterminated.

The empress glanced briefly before withdrawing her gaze. It wasn't that she hadn't spoken; it was only after integrating two souls and spirits that those ancient memories resurfaced. This secret, she hadn't known in her youth; it was through endless cycles of change that she had fully comprehended the fusion of the two bloodlines.

"Behave yourself. One day, I'll take you back to the heavens."

Ye Chen raised his hand and layered over ten thousand seals on the Dacheng Shengmo. He lacked Zaohua force, but Zaohua Shenwang possessed it. Whether the bloodlines could fuse, he'd find out by bringing it back for a try.