Chapter 2981: God's Slaughter

Chapter 2981: Slaughtering Gods and Immortals

In the void, Great Emperor Ye was remarkably dedicated.

The boundless darkness was so mysterious and awe-inspiring. Even a proven Sacred Body like him, with unparalleled power, was no more than a grain of sand in this place. Though he had grasped a hint of Yong Heng, it was still difficult to contend with the unseen forces, leaving him to drift like a lost soul.

Several times, Ye Chen stopped, surveying his surroundings.

He had once naively believed that as long as the Nü Di placed them in a magical artifact, they could traverse the void and step from one Tai Gu Lu to another, thus avoiding the need to re-establish connections.

Now, he truly understood that the Nü Di couldn't do it.

The moment one entered the void, all sense of direction vanished. Whether one could find the opposite Tai Gu Lu was uncertain, but getting lost was inevitable—not just for him, but even for the Gu Tian Ting Nü Di.

That was why, from the beginning, the Nü Di had never dared to venture too far.

Without her guidance on this trip, he might have wandered for tens of thousands of years without ever finding the Tai Gu Lu.

Ah!

As he drifted, a sudden wail echoed from the depths of the darkness, filled with despair and agony.

"Still... alive?"

Ye Chen furrowed his brow, straining his vision towards the source of the sound.

What he saw was a hazy mist.

Using his Yong Heng vision, Ye Chen pierced through the veil and spotted a mass of inky black light tainted with demonic energy. He was certain the earlier wail had come from it, and he could still hear faint growls.

"Tian Mo."

Ye Chen murmured softly, his eyes narrowing into slits. That mass of black light seemed to be the consciousness of a Tian Mo, somewhat similar to his own, though he could manifest his consciousness in human form.

He changed direction and swam towards the black light.

For a Tian Mo to survive in the void and retain its consciousness, it must be no ordinary being.

He didn't know how long he swam—perhaps three or five years.

Sensing Ye Chen's approach, the Tian Mo's consciousness became agitated, though whether from fear or rage was unclear.

"Ah, well, we're quite fated, aren't we!"

Ye Chen finally stopped, sighing and clicking his tongue as he looked at the Tian Mo's consciousness. He recognized this Tian Mo—it was the Tian Di he had once kicked off the Tai Gu Lu. Astonishingly, it was still alive, and after all these years, they met again. Even with the mindset of a supreme being, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

He recognized it, and it recognized him too.

Precisely because of that, the Tian Mo's consciousness grew even more restless, filled with extreme anger. This majestic Tian Di had been kicked off the Tai Gu Lu by a Great Emperor, trapped in the void for endless ages, neither human nor ghost.

What shocked it was that Ye Chen could survive in the void with his true body.

Moreover, where had the Yong Heng power on him come from? How had a mere Great Emperor comprehended Yong Heng?

"You're quite an outstanding talent yourself."

Ye Chen reached out, seizing the Tian Mo's consciousness and holding it in his hand, examining it curiously.

After studying it for a long time, he still couldn't make sense of it.

The Tian Mo felt both anger and fear—fear of Ye Chen and his Yong Heng. It desperately wanted to escape from his grasp, but it was powerless. Unable to even form a human shape, it was just a consciousness, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with no ability to resist and at risk of being destroyed at any moment.

In this way, the Tian Mo was quite different from the people of the various heavens.

It had fallen into the void earlier than Ye Chen, and based on the Gu Tian Ting Nü Di's timeline, it had survived in this void for at least tens of thousands of years. Tens of thousands of years was an incredibly long time, and in this supreme place for enlightenment, it had gained nothing, remaining merely a consciousness.

This was where it fell far short of Ye Chen.

As a Tian Mo that didn't primarily advance through enlightenment, how could it understand the heaven-seizing wonders of the Great Dao?

"Bring him back."

The Nü Di transmitted her voice to Ye Chen.

"Easy enough."

Ye Chen chuckled, stuffing the Tian Mo's consciousness into his great cauldron before turning to leave.

This journey took many more years.

In some unknown year, Ye Chen's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he finally spotted the Tai Gu Lu.

Like a climber, he scaled the rock wall step by step until he returned to the Tai Gu Lu and stood on solid ground. The feeling was incredibly reassuring—compared to the rootless drifting in the void, the firm earth brought a profound sense of security. The sensation of floating in midair for so long had truly been unpleasant.

Looking at him now, he bore the marks of much hardship.

The void had no concept of time, yet an invisible cycle of years existed. A certain kind of Yong Heng would imprint itself on him. In reality, only a few days had passed, but in the void, it had been thousands of years—a genuine experience.

"Yong Heng."

Xing Tian murmured in surprise, his eyes gleaming as he watched clearly from the other space.

"No wonder she was smiling, and smiling so happily."

Hou Yi glanced at the Nü Di and finally understood why she had smiled. Her bold gamble had paid off, granting Ye Chen a heaven-defying opportunity. That was Yong Heng—comprehending it meant immortality.

The beautiful woman smiled radiantly, her eyes rippling with emotion.

Di Huang's expression was slightly dazed, his earlier pride in Ye Chen now turned to shock.

"You little brats, now it's my turn."

At the end of the Tai Gu Lu, Ye Chen cracked his neck forcefully. He used Zhou Tian to conceal his true form and Yong Heng to hide his aura. In his hand, an Yong Heng immortal sword materialized inch by inch, visible to the eye.

He took a step and vanished in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was in an ancient city on the verge of collapse, where foreign realm supremes resided.

It was an Emperor Dao Sheng Mo and an E Mo Tian Di.

Ye Chen arrived silently, and due to the concealment of Zhou Tian and Yong Heng, the two supremes noticed nothing.

Zheng!

Ye Chen suddenly drew his sword, targeting the E Mo Tian Di, ignoring its physical body and locking onto its primordial spirit.

"Who is it?"

The E Mo Tian Di roared, spinning around abruptly, only to collide with Ye Chen's Yong Heng immortal sword.

Emperor Dao blood light, black and piercing, sprayed out.

In an instant, the E Mo Tian Di collapsed straight to the ground, its primordial spirit slain by Ye Chen's single sword strike. Its physical body turned to ash inch by inch upon falling, and in its eyes, there was deep frustration, unwillingness, and unconcealed fear. Even in death, it hadn't seen who had struck.

"Come out."

The Emperor Dao Sheng Mo bellowed furiously, soaring into the nine heavens in an instant and covering that patch of void with a palm. Though his shout was thunderous, he was actually panicking badly. To slay a Tian Di with one sword—what incredible dominance!

"Don't even think about running."

Ye Chen sneered, using Emperor Dao ethereal evasion to dodge the palm print. Like a ghost, he closed in on the Sheng Mo.

"It's you."

The Sheng Mo's eyes bulged as it recognized him—it was undoubtedly the young Sacred Body that had fallen from the Tai Gu Lu.

In that moment, Ye Chen unleashed his nine divine afflictions.

The Sheng Mo's primordial spirit was severely damaged. By the time it regained its senses, Great Emperor Ye had already dragged it into a dream realm.

And then, that was the end of it.

When Ye Chen emerged again, the Emperor Dao Sheng Mo was nowhere to be seen, sealed tightly and tossed into the Chaos Cauldron.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

In just three or four instants, over a dozen Tian Di arrived, seemingly drawn by the rumbling sounds.

"Don't worry, none of you will escape."

Ye Chen hid in the void, not engaging in open battle. Striking them one by one was the best strategy.

Ah!

Not long after, a piercing scream echoed through the Tai Gu Lu. A lone Tian Mo Tian Di had been sent to the gates of the underworld by Ye Chen's sword. The Tian Mo didn't even see clearly who had killed it before dying.

By the time the other supremes arrived, Ye Chen had already vanished.

"Damned thing."

The black-eyed E Mo Di's furious roars boomed like thunder, shaking the Tai Gu universe.

"It must be her."

The three-eyed Emperor Dao Sheng Mo gritted his teeth, referring to the Gu Tian Ting Nü Di. Only she had the power to instantly slay a Tian Di. Though angry, his eyes were filled with fear.

Not just him—even the mighty purple-haired Tian Mo Tian Di felt the same.

They had all witnessed the fearsome reputation of the Tian Ting Nü Di. Though not in her complete form, she was terrifying enough.

"With your status, resorting to ambushes?"

The black-eyed E Mo Di roared, addressing the Tian Ting Nü Di directly, implying she should come out for a fair fight. This was their only option, as the Nü Di's Yong Heng concealed her aura, making it impossible for them to track her. They were left trying to goad her out.

Her response was utter silence.

At that moment, she had no time to bother with the foreign realm supremes. One Ye Chen was enough to give them trouble.

Ah!

Screams rang out again, coming from the eastern mists. Another lone foreign realm supreme had its head severed while walking, its body exploding and its escaping primordial spirit forcefully destroyed.

"Ambushing is our specialty."

Ye Chen's voice was deep as he gripped his blood-dripping immortal sword and disappeared once more.

"Ah!"

"Who is it? Who? Come out!"

"Save me!"

That day, the Tai Gu Lu was far from peaceful, filled with wails and roars, with blood mist shrouding the universe.

All of it was thanks to Great Emperor Ye.

He moved like a god of slaughter, appearing and vanishing unpredictably. Wherever he went, a foreign realm supreme fell.

His killing was the slaughter reserved for gods.

He grew more excited with each kill, but the foreign realm supremes felt a chill down their spines. Not just the ordinary ones—even the three-eyed Sheng Mo, black demon E Mo, and purple-haired Tian Mo felt ice-cold all over.

Clearly, their opponent was intent on playing dirty, avoiding direct confrontation.

An open attack is easy to defend, but a hidden one is hard to guard against—this was an ancient truth that even Tian Di supremes understood.

"You think you can get away?"

In the eastern void, Ye Chen struck again, bringing two Emperor Dao Sheng Mo to their knees without warning.

"The so-called bloodline limits seem to have become mere decorations."

Looking at the two captured Sheng Mo, Long Ye sighed. They had both been in an undying state.

"Absolute suppression of power—being undying is just for show then!"

Ren Wang crossed his arms, circling the two Sheng Mo for a closer look. His cultivation was far below Ye Chen's, let alone his combat strength.

"Supremes! They seem as common as cabbages now."

Si Tu Nan grinned nonstop, and the various heavens' divine generals felt the same. In their eyes, these universe-shaking supremes were like tiny shrimp in front of Great Emperor Ye, not worth mentioning.

"Come out and fight me alone!"

The purple-haired Tian Mo Tian Di howled ferociously, his face twisted in rage. Tian Di after Tian Di had fallen, Sheng Mo after Sheng Mo slain, yet they hadn't even caught a glimpse of the attacker. The feeling was not just stifling but infuriating.

Regrettably, his howls went unanswered.

The Nü Di was right—one Ye Chen was more than you could handle, and you still have the nerve to shout?

Ah!

The foreign realm's screams continued unabated, turning the place into a slaughterhouse for a certain god of killing. After several days, the remaining foreign realm supremes were extremely few, and those left were the toughest bones to crack.

Ye Chen finally paused, opening a dust space.

What followed were more screams as dozens of Emperor Dao Sheng Mo were forcefully devoured by him.

He needed to accumulate bloodline power.

After devouring so many Sheng Mo, the blood sacrifice power he had gathered could now support one use of the bloodline limits.

"I say, isn't it time you came out for a stroll?"

Ye Chen, holding a wine flask, sent a message to the Tian Ting Nü Di. He couldn't let the foot soldiers do all the charging.

"Easy enough."

The Nü Di parted her lips slightly and opened her eyes, rising to her feet for the first time since that day of meditation.