Chapter 3140: The God-Butchering Altar

Boom! Rumble!

As Meng Mo activated her blood successor limit, the vast universe trembled. An apocalyptic pressure enveloped the immense starry sky. The pitch-black demonic aura formed a surging ocean, submerging the heavens and earth of Xian Jie. She stood within it like an unparalleled demon god. Her terrifying demonic might even made Ye Chen raise an eyebrow. Although Meng Mo was not on par with Zhun Huang or Qi Huan, she was still among the peak existences across all heavens. At least, among the supreme beings of past eras, she ranked highly. Her power far surpassed that of an ordinary Zhun Huang Emperor.

"Interesting."

Ye Chen let out a sigh, stepping into the heavens and ascending straight to the boundless nine skies. He had established the Da Dao Tai Shang Tian, and they couldn't fight below—it would collapse the entire Xian Jie.

"I will slay you."

Meng Mo followed closely, sweeping in with torrents of demonic aura. The two moved like divine light and demonic shadow, entering the battlefield reserved for supreme beings without any delay.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

This woman was truly obsessed with her madness. From the moment she entered Da Dao Tai Shang Tian, she wasted no words and launched an immediate assault. With the blood successor limit as her support, she was extraordinarily reckless, attacking relentlessly without defense. Each strike was a lethal technique, as if she wouldn't stop until Ye Chen was dead. Women were fearsome, and frenzied ones even more so—like Yao Chi and Nu Di in the past, who had driven nine Heavenly Demon Emperors to utter collapse.

As for Ye Chen, though he was at a disadvantage, his demeanor remained relaxed and composed. In his eyes, even with Meng Mo's blood successor activated, she still fell short. If not for his reversion to youth and the inability to activate his eternal blood successor, he would have shown her what true immortality meant.

"This is bad!"

In the small world, Xuan Yang coughed dryly. The Meng Mo with her blood successor activated was incredibly fierce, forcing even Ye Chen to retreat repeatedly.

"Just hold out until the limit ends."

Shen Yun Suan Yuan stroked his beard, speaking leisurely. The blood successor limit was undying and eternal, but it wasn't flawless—it had a time constraint. Once that period passed, Meng Mo's blood successor would dissipate. Without that divine boost, Ye Chen, with his combat prowess, could drive her back to her origins. And he firmly believed Ye Chen could endure until then—that little old predecessor was incredibly tough.

Hiss!

The Chaos Shen Ding and the others didn't think much of it. They knew their master's nature all too well. Could a single Meng Mo take down Ye Chen? Don't dream on it. Even with the blood successor, she wasn't enough. Just looking at Ye Chen's expression made it clear—everything was under control.

No wonder they were Ye Chen's natal weapons; they understood their master perfectly. As they saw it, Ye Chen had the situation handled. His apparent weakness was just to use Meng Mo's immense power as an external force to break free from his reversion to youth.

Pfft! Pfft!

The battle scene was grand, but the imagery was gruesomely bloody—and that blood referred to Ye Chen's. Since he wasn't fighting at full strength, he kept getting hammered. Time and again, he spilled blood, his sacred body shattered by Meng Mo, his sacred bones stained with imperial blood, exploding across Da Dao Tai Shang Tian.

His feigned weakness created an illusion for Meng Mo, making her think she had the upper hand.

Precisely because of that, her overwhelming presence became even more unrestrained, his attacks growing fiercer, as if she intended to drive Ye Chen all the way to Huang Quan Road.

Finally, she could hold her head high.

The gods in the ding felt utterly satisfied! After being suppressed by Ye Chen for so long, they had finally turned the tables. They still had hope of survival, just waiting for Ye Chen to be subdued by Meng Mo.

"Shiniang."

Ruoshui, also watching the battle, glanced at Yue Shen. If this kept up, Ye Chen might really fall.

Yue Shen said nothing, her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

With Meng Mo's blood successor activated and Ye Chen at a disadvantage, the situation was against them. Yue Shen wanted to join the fight, but in her current state, she lacked the qualifications. If her divine position hadn't fallen, she might have had the power to battle.

"Return to the lower realm."

She parted her lips lightly, sending a message to Ye Chen. In Xian Jie, without the suppression of heavenly laws, Ye Chen's cultivation was inherently inferior to Meng Mo's. But in the lower realm, it would be different—they could fight on equal terms, which was better than being at a disadvantage. More importantly, once there, she could assist, and Ruoshui, along with Xuan Yang and Shen Yun Suan Yuan, would be powerful allies. A five-against-one lineup should handle Meng Mo. This approach was viable.

Ye Chen didn't respond, pondering as he fought. For him, Xian Jie and the lower realm made little difference. To break free from his reversion to youth, Xian Jie was actually better—Meng Mo's greater strength meant a stronger external force, which might just snap him back to normal. As for subduing Meng Mo, he knew it was impossible, whether in Xian Jie or the lower realm, because she cultivated the Dao of Dreams. If she entered a dream state, she would be hard to find unless she emerged on her own.

"I will slay you."

Meng Mo snarled viciously, charging again with a jet-black, demonic Dao sword in hand. One swing destroyed the heavens and earth, splitting Ye Chen's body. If not for his deep foundations, he might have been cleaved in two.

After taking a hit, Ye Chen struck back. He was borrowing her power to break his predicament, but that didn't mean he'd stand there and take it. Blood successor or not, he'd make her regret it.

Boom!

The Bahuang, etched with eternity, dominated the heavens and earth, piercing through eternity and obliterating half of Meng Mo's demonic form. But that woman was unkillable and unwoundable—she instantly regenerated and leaped back into the fray, her rolling demonic aura rampaging as it engulfed the sacred body. Within it, chains of order intertwined, containing seals and destruction.

"Open!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, like a divine dragon soaring out, only to collide head-on with the Linglong Tower. This tower was more demonic and powerful than before. Even with his foundations, he emerged covered in fresh blood, barely steadying himself before Meng Mo's consecutive strikes sent him flying hundreds of thousands of li.

"Extinguish!"

Meng Mo chuckled eerily, pointing a slender finger at Ye Chen's brow, ignoring his physical body and targeting his yuan shen directly.

Clang!

A metallic collision rang out, crisp and clear. Meng Mo's finger was strong, but the Shenlong Shield was no pushover.

"Seal!"

Meng Mo huffed coldly. Failing to land a heavy blow, she invoked a supreme divine ability, manifesting an altar in Da Dao Tai Shang Tian. Four copper pillars stood guard, trapping Ye Chen inside. Lightning flashed and thunder roared within, divine patterns flowing as destructive forces turned into apocalyptic light, carving bloody gashes across Ye Chen's sacred body. These were marks of law's annihilation, truly wounding his foundations, binding him in place.

"Run, why aren't you running anymore?"

Meng Mo approached through the air, laughing demonically, her black, void-like eyes swirling with destructive visions. The demonic sword in her hand hummed shrilly.

With which eye did you see me running?

Ye Chen didn't reply, but his expression said it all. He didn't even glance at Meng Mo, only scanning his surroundings, intrigued by this altar. It had to be the Tu Shen Altar. Normally, it was extremely difficult to summon, at least in a standard state. Meng Mo couldn't have done it without her blood successor limit supporting her, allowing such reckless abandon.

Zing!

Ye Chen's disregard enraged Meng Mo, and she swung her demonic sword, nearly splitting him in two.

Pfft! Pfft!

The subsequent scene was exceptionally bloody. Meng Mo went berserk, sword after sword without pause, each one sending Ye Chen's blood and bones flying. It was as if she wouldn't stop until she flayed him alive.

"Damn it."

Yue Shen snapped coldly, about to rush into Da Dao Tai Shang Tian, with Ruoshui following suit.

"Don't move."

Ye Chen said calmly, standing firm despite being bound. That woman, Meng Mo, couldn't destroy him. Did she really think the sacred body supreme being was just for show?

"Perish for me!"

Meng Mo's shriek echoed through Da Dao Tai Shang Tian. Once a peerless beauty, she now embodied demonic frenzy. Each shriek was accompanied by a sword strike, delivered with savage glee.

"Boss, we can't watch this anymore."

The Chaos Shen Ding coughed, buzzing intensely, itching to burst from the small world and take on Meng Mo. The Chaos Fire and Chaos Thunder were equally restless, jumping about.

" Useless?"

Ye Chen muttered to himself, having endured countless heavy blows, yet his reverted state remained unchanged. Compared to his earlier self-imposed seal, this reversion was even more frustrating. He still had no idea how to break free. That so-called external force seemed completely ineffective.

"Is my divine weapon something you can touch?"

Meng Mo's eerie laugh filled Da Dao Tai Shang Tian as she extended her jade hand, intent on forcing open Ye Chen's small world to reclaim the previously stolen Lusha Sword and the nearly two hundred Dun Jia Tian Zi.

Beyond that, she planned to seize Ye Chen's treasures and rescue the supreme beings.

"Grand Reincarnation Heavenly Burial, activate."

The response to Meng Mo was a majestic voice, desolate and icy, like a heavenly decree.

But this wasn't from Ye Chen—it came from the Chaos Shen Ding. The boss handled the posturing; it handled the fanfare.

Regardless, it sounded quite authoritative, delivered with real style.

In any case, Ye Chen did activate the Grand Reincarnation Heavenly Burial, bathing in golden light as his combat power instantly multiplied tenfold.

It was tenfold, but no matter the boost, it couldn't exceed the Zhun Huang realm.

Still, that was enough.

With a boom, the rune chains binding him shattered completely, and the Tu Shen Altar collapsed in an instant.

Meng Mo was caught off guard, her jade hand already reaching out, only to collide solidly and stagger back. Shock filled her black, void-like eyes—she could hardly believe Ye Chen had hidden such a dominant ability. What a surprise.

"He can also multiply his combat power by ten?"

Ruoshui's jade lips parted slightly.

Why "also"? Because her own master could use a similar forbidden technique.

"No wonder."

Yue Shen smiled, having underestimated Ye Chen. His foundations were truly formidable, even fooling her.

"See? He's got it under control."

The Chiyan Xiongshi chuckled, scratching its mane, its eyes gleaming brightly.

Impressive!

The little old man clicked his tongue, and Shen Yun Suan Yuan sighed. They knew Ye Chen was strong beyond measure, but now they realized he hadn't used his full power from the start.

How are we not saved?

The most disheartened were the gods in the ding. One moment in ecstatic joy, the next in utter despair. The blood successor was powerful, but not unbreakable—absolute combat suppression, strength against strength.

"I've had enough fun."

Ye Chen said lightly, gripping the Yongheng Sword and casually stretching his neck. The blood flowing from his body reversed, and the gashes healed. Every inch of his ancient sacred body glowed with golden light, hovering at the peak of the ethereal realm like a true deity, his radiance illuminating Xian Jie. The heaven-shattering pressure made Da Dao Tai Shang Tian threaten to collapse—not because it wasn't sturdy, but because he was too powerful.

"Impossible."

Meng Mo gritted her teeth, her expression twisted and hideous.

"Time for me to have fun."

Ye Chen stepped forward, swinging his sword with heavenly might.