Chapter 3135: Day of God Slaughter

In Xianjie.

The starry sky was vast and empty, with few people around. Most had fled to the remote corners of the universe, seeking refuge to avoid being caught in the crossfire of the supreme beings' battles.

Although the people were gone, the supreme beings were not.

Across countless star domains, traces of the gods lingered, some in groups of three, others in packs of five, methodically searching.

They were, of course, searching for Yechen.

Despite days of pursuit, they found no trace of him, as if he had vanished from the world.

Unable to locate him, their frustration grew, their expressions cold and twisted with rage. Those with short tempers even cursed aloud.

"Take the heavenly character to ransom the person."

The demand for a hostage exchange echoed through the stars once more, spoken in a childish, milky voice that felt oddly unsettling. From ancient times to now, kidnappers were typically fierce and menacing, but this adorable little figure was a rare sight, hardly matching his appearance.

The speaker was Yechen.

Xianjie was too immense to search one by one, so he lured them all in for a single, decisive sweep.

Hmm, reliable.

"You have no escape, whether in heaven or on earth."

Angry roars erupted, especially from Wutian Xuezun. Though not the strongest, he had the most imposing presence. From afar, one could see the overwhelming blood aura surging around him, each thread carrying destructive intent. Wherever it passed, stars collapsed and celestial bodies shattered. The other supreme beings were equally domineering, their arrivals causing massive disruptions. As they converged from all directions, the already shattered starry sky descended into further chaos.

This showed that the people's decision to flee to the universe's fringes was wise. If they had remained on ancient stars, they would have suffered. The gods cared nothing for the lives of ants, and they were those ants.

Still, some bold cultivators—veterans who hadn't left far—remained. Hearing of Yechen's kidnapping, their aged faces displayed a spectacular range of expressions.

"We will cut you down."

Roars of fury rose one after another as the supreme beings charged from every corner of the universe, surrounding a desolate star. The legendary hostage was tied to a mountaintop, bound by rune chains to a stone tablet.

Boom! Boom!

Before the battle even began, thunderous booms resounded.

It was due to the supreme beings' unchecked rage; their divine pressure spilled out uncontrollably, pulverizing that star domain inch by inch. Visions of destruction unfolded one after another, each radiating apocalyptic glory. The gods stood like radiant suns amid that glory, their light piercing the darkness. In that dark world lay mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with the wails of vengeful spirits echoing—if one listened closely. Who knew how many lives' blood and bones paved their paths to godhood?

"Not bad."

Yechen's avatar stood with hands clasped behind his back, surveying the scene. The number of supreme beings who had arrived was substantial—a whole nest of big fish. Capturing them would yield a fortune, enough to equip a powerful army upon his return to Zhutian.

"Not bad."

Yechen's true self chuckled, also with hands behind his back, hidden in the void. His mindset was different now; with the seals broken, he could unleash eighty percent of his power. His confidence was sky-high. Aside from a quasi-Huang Emperor, he could obliterate anyone who came, and even a quasi-Huang Emperor would be forced to kneel.

"Not bad."

The divine calculator stroked his beard, the little old man murmuring to himself, while Ruoshui's eyes shimmered with ripples. They knew what Yechen was planning and believed without a doubt he could succeed. Watching the Scarlet Flame Lion hopping around and the Chaos Cauldron darting through the air, their auras were impossible to suppress. They had been pent up for so long, just waiting for this moment.

"Don't look so gloomy. Smile."

The Chaos Fire hovered beside the Chaos Cauldron, peering inside. The ones sealed within were behaving themselves. This was about to turn disastrous—they'd all be wiped out!

Outside, the supreme beings had arrived but remained silent, each divining and tracing the connection between Yechen's avatar and true self to find him.

Unfortunately, they were doomed to fail.

Yechen had broken his seals, concealed by Zhou Tian. A bunch of minor underlings stood no chance of detecting him.

Buzz!

Yechen made his move, transforming his eternal divine bow and eternal divine arrows. In a situation like this, picking them off one by one was the most straightforward approach.

The first he targeted was Wutian Xuezun. Of all of them, he had been the most active lately, so it was time for retribution. He deserved special treatment—Yechen would take him out first.

Hmm?

Wutian Xuezun, still divining, furrowed his brow and felt a chill down his spine, along with a stinging sensation, as if someone in the shadows was watching him.

Suddenly, he turned back instinctively.

What he saw was a brilliant divine light—more precisely, a divine arrow tearing through everything with destructive force, its origin unknown.

His pupils contracted as he tried to flee, only to realize he was locked in place, unable to move. Before it even hit, his body was pierced by the killing intent, his flowing blood exploding into mist.

Zing!

In an instant, the eternal divine arrow struck.

Thud!

A spray of crimson blood light was shockingly vivid. The mighty supreme being, at the peak of Tian Emperor, had his physical form shattered by a single arrow, leaving only a faint primordial spirit attempting to escape into the heavens.

Whoosh!

The sound of chains clinking rang out—not real chains, but order chains formed from laws, like serpents or bolts of lightning. The fleeing Wutian Xuezun was caught on the spot and dragged into the void.

"Save me!"

Wutian Xuezun howled in terror, his eyes wide with shock. As a supreme being, how could he be so easily reduced to this, his body destroyed by one arrow, without even a chance to escape?

"Break!"

A roar echoed as a blood-haired supreme being swung his divine blade at the order chains, trying to rescue Wutian Xuezun.

Zing!

Another eternal divine arrow appeared, dominating the heavens and earth, striking the blood-haired supreme being. Like shooting the bird that sticks its head out, he was the perfect example. He failed to save Wutian Xuezun and ended up as a primordial spirit himself, ensnared by another order chain and pulled into the misty void.

"Come out!"

Amid the shouts, another supreme being grew restless—a three-eyed god whose cultivation rivaled Wutian Xuezun's, and whose combat power surpassed him. He struck at the void with a palm, attempting to force out the hidden Yechen.

Awkwardly, the eternal divine arrow was faster, piercing his hand and then his body. No matter his cultivation or foundation, it couldn't compare to the eternal arrow's dominance. His indestructible form collapsed on the spot, his primordial spirit firmly bound by a rune chain.

"Run!"

The supreme beings' faces changed. They knew who was attacking, but it was futile. That little one must have broken his seals and was aiming to wipe them all out. Even powerhouses like Wutian Xuezun and the three-eyed god had been suppressed in an instant—what chance did the rest have?

"Run?"

Yechen sneered, already nocking his bow.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

What followed was an exceptionally bloody scene. Yechen fired arrow after arrow, each more domineering than the last. Every shot felled a god, who was then dragged into the Chaos Cauldron by order chains.

"Entertaining."

The little old man and his companions were thrilled, the blood flowers from the supreme beings' explosions dazzlingly beautiful.

"So strong."

Ruoshui's lips parted slightly. She had known Yechen was formidable and prepared herself mentally, but witnessing it still felt surreal. To him, these so-called supreme beings were mere decorations; the gods revered by the world were nothing but weak underlings in his eyes.

There are always stronger people beyond, and greater heavens above.

Her master's teachings were proven once again—there were far too many unparalleled ruthless figures.

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

The vast starry sky filled with shouts, from the Chaos Cauldron and its companions. Their master handled the god-slaying, while they provided the chaotic yelling.

Look at the gods—miserable didn't begin to describe it. Whether in the open or hidden in the void, they fled for their lives, with blood flowers blooming one after another beside them. Each bloom represented a genuine supreme being, but now their cultivation and foundations were worthless. Their faces were pale, their souls trembling in fear. They were gods, yet the one hunting them was a god-slayer specialized in their extermination.

"The gods are being hunted?"

The bold old cultivators hid nearby, watching the supreme beings flee in panic, stunned beyond words. Behind them, a little figure carried a divine bow in one hand and divine arrows in the other, picking them off one by one. It was even more outrageous than kidnapping supreme beings.

"Another day of slaughtering gods."

Many from the older generations murmured.

Why "another"? Because they had seen this before.

Back then, Shen Zhaoyun waged a bloody war across the eight wastelands, single-handedly routing the gods and demons.

That battle saw countless gods slain, the universe stained red. To commemorate the myth, later generations named that day the Day of Slaughtering Gods.

Unimaginably, history repeated itself years later, with the gods suffering again. The blood of the divine splattered the vast cosmos.

In the starry sky, Yechen came to a halt.

Most of the supreme beings had been captured; the rest had scattered in all directions, with a few slipping through the net.

"Still couldn't catch them all in one go."

The little old man looked regretful, but thinking it over, he let it go. There were so many supreme beings, scattered everywhere—it was unrealistic to net them all.

"Don't worry, it's not over yet."

The Chaos Cauldron hummed.

Indeed, it wasn't over. Though the supreme beings had escaped, Yechen had no intention of stopping.

"Old fellow, you're quite nimble on your feet."

Yechen sighed, gazing across the universe. Through his Chaos Wheel of Reincarnation eyes, destructive power surged, locking onto a purple-haired youth from across countless star domains. Though he appeared young, he was a true supreme being at the peak of Tian Emperor, on par with Wutian Xuezun.

Such a talent deserved a dose of Tianzhao.

Once done, black flames ignited on the purple-haired youth's body—not real flames, but a weave of reincarnation and half-reincarnation forces, manifesting as fire. It burned without pain, yet his blood and bones were gradually annihilated in the reincarnation cycle, bit by bit.

Ah!

The purple-haired youth wailed. It didn't hurt, but as his body dissolved, fear engulfed his mind. He had no idea how to extinguish the flames and immediately released his primordial spirit. His abandoned physical form turned to nothingness; a moment longer, and even his spirit would have burned away.

Whoosh!

More chain clinking sounded as Yechen's rune chains, spanning vast distances, ensnared the purple-haired youth's primordial spirit and dragged it into the Chaos Cauldron.

"This works too?"

The little old man swallowed hard in secret. Who knew how many millions of li apart they were—yet he could still hit and suppress a supreme being like slaughtering a dog?

"The ways of the gods are beyond our comprehension."

The divine calculator took a deep breath. Though he didn't know how Yechen did it, it must involve reversing the cosmos and altering certain laws. Distance seemed meaningless here.

"What a dominant eye technique."

Ruoshui looked up, focusing on Yechen's eyes. She had never heard of it before—this was her first time seeing it.

Zing!

Accompanied by an arrow's hum, Yechen struck again, firing a destructive arrow toward a distant star domain.

Thud!

A blood flower bloomed instantly—a blood-robed supreme being who had fled to the universe's edge. He hadn't even caught his breath before being pierced by an arrow.

"Impossible."

The blood-robed supreme being lowered his gaze to the arrow tip protruding from his chest, destructive power rampaging as his eternally refined body disintegrated inch by inch. Even his primordial spirit was bound by order chains.

"Is that... the Dark Night Godslayer?"

"It's him, without a doubt."

The universe's fringes were crowded with people who watched the blood-robed supreme being's body shatter and spirit get chained, their souls trembling. They had fled this far, yet still witnessed a supreme being's suppression. Who fired that devastating arrow?

"Save me!"

Under everyone's gaze, the Dark Night Godslayer's primordial spirit was pulled into the void by Yechen's order chains. No matter how he unleashed his divine power, he couldn't break free. His cultivation and realm had become meaningless.

His cries for help went unanswered.

Everyone was too busy saving themselves—who would dare intervene and risk being suppressed too?

In the eastern starry sky, Yechen stood firm, his emperor-level perception sweeping across the stars, but it encountered some resistance in the shadows.

Tiandao.

Yechen murmured, glancing at the void. He knew the resistance came from that—it was the workings of Tiandao, blurring his senses.

Of course! Tiandao was never one to stay idle. The one in Zhutian was like this, and so was this universe's—always finding ways to cause trouble.

"Interesting."

Yechen smiled faintly, then withdrew his gaze.

Next, he spread his small hands, revealing a drop of black blood in his palm. It was collected from the starry sky during a previous siege, from a supreme being. He wasn't just displaying it—he had plans for it.

Quickly, using this blood as a base, he activated Zhou Tian evolution, forging a Zhou Tian divine sword. Following his divination, he slashed it forward.

Thud!

Still at the universe's edge, another blood flower exploded, blood and bones scattering across the stars.

The supreme being struck by the Zhou Tian divine sword looked utterly bewildered. Visible divine arrows weren't the worst; invisible attacks were the most insidious and unavoidable.

He was captured too, his primordial spirit bound tightly, without raising any waves until he was sealed into the Chaos Cauldron. Even as he entered, his eyes on Yechen were filled with terror.

This god was too fearsome—his attacks not only dominant but also eerie, ignoring distance entirely. With just a drop of blood, even fleeing to the ends of the earth wouldn't save you.

Yechen lifted his small foot and stepped into the air. With Tiandao interfering, it was hard to track the escaped supreme beings by perception alone.

However, if he wanted to find them, he had plenty of methods—it was just a matter of time.