Chapter 3147: Peace at Last

Boom!

The five-fingered giant hand descended with immense power, shaking the universe. Before it fully arrived, that section of the starry sky was ground into dust, with space shattering into nothingness.

Bang!

Dao Mo stepped forward, raising his hands to the sky. He actually managed to block the massive hand. In an instant, he summoned his outer path demon form, transforming into a complete giant and shattering Ye Chen's giant hand.

"This guy."

Ye Chen clicked his tongue.

No wonder they call him Dao Mo; this demon form is incredibly demonic and majestic. A single slap from it seems like few could withstand.

Sure enough, Dao Mo did exactly that.

The ten-thousand-zhang demon form swung its hand, delivering a massive palm strike that swept across a star domain. In front of it, Ye Chen looked smaller than an ant.

No good, I need to match your size.

Ye Chen activated his Overlord Body, standing tall like a pillar reaching the heavens, clenching his fists etched with eternity, and threw a punch.

Boom!

The demon form's massive hand covered the sky, while the Overlord Body's golden fist was invincible. In the vast expanse, they collided head-on, producing a thunderous boom and spreading waves of destructive light across the eight directions.

In an instant, the Overlord Body shattered.

In an instant, the demon form also exploded.

Come on!

Dao Mo's vital energy surged like a torrent, charging through the void to attack, his blood-red eyes now devoid of pupils, resembling a pitch-black sun.

"Getting stronger the more we fight?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, finding it hard to comprehend. Dao Mo Jun was more mysterious than imagined, as if a power surpassing the divine was sealed within him. The stronger his opponent, the stronger he became.

"Interesting."

With a sigh, he charged forward to meet the challenge.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The battle escalated, shaking heaven and earth to pieces. One was a Sacred Body, the other Dao Mo; one was like a war god, the other like a demon god. They fought into Tai Shang Tian, one on the east and one on the west, clashing with secret techniques. Each collision sent halos spreading out, illuminating the apocalyptic glory.

Yet, it was clear Dao Mo was falling behind.

Getting stronger mid-fight was useless. What a pity he was up against Ye Chen, whose eternity was overwhelmingly dominant.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

On the other side of Tai Shang Tian, things were just as chaotic. Ye Chen and Dao Mo were battling fiercely, while Yue Shen and Shen Mo Zun were locked in an intense fight. Beams of destructive light shot everywhere, each one collapsing vast starry skies upon impact.

Unfortunately, Yue Shen was at a disadvantage.

Not everyone was as formidable as Ye Chen. She had known from the start that she was no match for Shen Mo Zun.

"Is this an apocalypse-level war?"

The onlookers on the periphery trembled in their souls. They could see Tai Shang Tian and its destructive visions unfolding one after another, like the end of days.

"That little guy is way too strong."

"Dao Mo Jun is terrifying, yet he's still losing."

"Shen Jie is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

Whispers abounded, filled with surprise, shock, sighs, and tsks, all about Ye Chen. You can't judge a book by its cover; he might not be tall, but he's incredibly tough.

"Outer universe supreme beings."

Such a massive disturbance attracted many gods, including world-shaking figures. They hid in the void, gazing up at Tai Shang Tian and Ye Chen, their eyes deep and full of wariness.

"Interesting little fellow."

"Such a bloodline origin must come from the Heavenly Dao. Maybe we should capture him?"

"The gods have an agreement; we can't interfere."

Those speaking in secret were of the highest level in this universe, true peaks of power. Any one of them venturing to the various heavens would be a genuine Huang Di.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As the gods watched, the battle grew even more ferocious, with the two-on-two lineup turning Tai Shang Tian into utter chaos.

Shen Jie was lively, but so was Xian Jie.

The dream path showdown wasn't over yet. The two female supremes had fought into the Great Dao Tai Shang Tian, slashing from south to north and east to west. Blood rain poured down, mostly from Meng Mo.

"I don't believe it."

Her shriek was louder than the thunder, losing all divine grace and resembling a demon. With disheveled hair and gritted teeth, her ferocious face was more terrifying than any ghost. They both cultivated the dream path, and she even had an advancement edge, yet she couldn't defeat her opponent. Hate consumed her guts, rage clouded her mind, driving her to madness.

In contrast, Dong Huang Nu Di remained composed from start to finish, her imperial sword ringing as she struck out with slashes hundreds of thousands of li long, leaving Meng Mo unsteady on her feet.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

The world sighed in admiration, watching with gaping mouths and tsking tongues. The gods from Shen Jie were embarrassingly outmatched wherever they went—truly unlucky souls.

Of course, gods vary in strength.

Clearly, the strong have their own superiors. Dong Huang Nu Di was one of the most stunning among them, while quasi-Huang Meng Mo was the type that just kept showing awkwardness no matter where she went.

Pfft!

Amid the rumbling, Meng Mo spat blood again, struck by Ji Ning Shuang's sword and plummeting from Tai Shang Tian. Before she even reached the starry sky, half her divine body had already exploded into ash.

"One day, I will kill you."

Meng Mo shrieked, repeating what she had said to Ye Chen earlier.

With that, she vanished.

As a dream path cultivator, she excelled at evasion, instantly entering the dream realm where Xian Jie could no longer trace her.

If it were Ye Chen, he might be helpless.

But unfortunately for her, she faced Yao Chi, who also cultivated the dream path but had deeper insights. She located Meng Mo in an instant. Without a word, she destroyed the remaining half of Meng Mo's divine body as well.

Ah!

Another shriek full of resentment echoed, Meng Mo's yuan shen form now twisted and unrecognizable as Ji Ning Shuang's killing intent invaded her very soul.

Zing!

Dong Huang imperial sword rang out, its destructive sword light laced with dreamlike hues, locking onto Meng Mo for a fatal strike.

However, at that moment, the sky rumbled, and a red blood beam descended from above, landing on Meng Mo and whisking her away in an instant.

"Huang Di weapon."

Ji Ning Shuang murmured softly, gazing into the vast sky. She knew without asking that a terrifying god from Shen Jie had activated a Huang Di weapon, reversing the laws to forcibly drag Meng Mo's yuan shen back to Shen Jie.

She vanished in a flash.

But merely a moment later, she reappeared, attempting to use Dream Return to Ancient Times to cross into Shen Jie. It failed, blocked by a barrier. In such circumstances, Dream Return to Ancient Times didn't always work—as in the past, when it took her a full hundred years to return to the various heavens.

"Finally settled down."

Seeing the starry sky calm, many felt at ease. Quite a few had already packed up and headed to the lower realms, where the spiritual energy was thin but safer than Xian Jie.

Boom! Rumble!

Xian Jie had ceased fighting, but Shen Jie had not. Glancing at Tai Shang Tian, the four supremes were battling even more fiercely.

Yue Shen was at a disadvantage, her body stained with fresh blood, while Shen Mo Zun opposite her looked quite disheveled.

But the one in the worst shape was Dao Mo Jun. He had picked the wrong opponent and was being hammered relentlessly, bleeding repeatedly with his divine bones scattering.

"I don't believe it."

There it was—that line, roared from Dao Mo's mouth, with a unique flair.

Look at him, how ferocious he was, full of imposing presence as he spat the harshest words, only to take the harshest beatings.

If you don't believe it, we'll make you believe!

Ye Chen said nothing, but his expression perfectly conveyed that sentiment. He loved dealing with hotheads—the more they jumped around, the harder he hammered them.

Ah!

Dao Mo's howl was filled with fury. His cultivation was higher than his opponent's, and he had the demonic path to aid him, so even if he couldn't win, he shouldn't be losing this badly! Since becoming a god, this was his most humiliating defeat.

Ye Chen was domineering, attacking and striking all the way, turning a proper quasi-Huang supreme into a shapeless mess.

"I want to know, what's the point of fighting two supremes? Aren't we here to find people?"

In the small world, Xuan Yang looked utterly confused. Not saving Zhao Yun was one thing, but why not go save those hunted supremes? Why tangle with these two?

"To draw out the enemy."

Ru Shui spoke softly, explaining the reason.

"It's to draw out the enemy."

Shen Yun Suan Yuan also chimed in, agreeing. Ye Chen and Yue Shen could have escaped before Dao Mo Jun and Shen Mo Zun arrived, but they stayed to attract attention.

This way, they could alleviate pressure on their own supremes. After all, Shen Jie was too vast—searching one by one would take far too much time.

Their guess was spot on.

It was indeed to draw out the enemy and attract opposing supremes.

And it worked, drawing out quite a few.

Glancing at the surrounding starry skies, murderous aura billowed—who knew how many gods were hidden there, likely plotting an ambush.

"This is too reckless."

There were enemies and allies alike, concealed in the void, their expressions far from pleased. They understood Ye Chen and Yue Shen's intent—this was playing with fire.

Naturally, most were watching Ye Chen, unaware that their own ranks had such a formidable fighter besides Shen Zhao Yun—it was quite a surprise.

"There are so many gods here!"

In the midst of battle, Ye Chen took a moment to glance around, sighing in amazement. Yue Shen hadn't lied—the supremes in Shen Jie were terrifyingly numerous. Who knew how many more were scheming in the shadows besides those listed.

If they all charged in, even with his eternity, he'd be overwhelmed—two fists can't beat four hands.

He withdrew his gaze from the starry sky and looked at Yue Shen. Though outmatched by Shen Mo Zun, she wasn't in mortal danger.

Huh?

As he watched, he let out a soft sound of surprise.

For a brief moment, he sensed a familiar aura—it was his little Jiu.

"You've run off where?"

As expected of a Sacred Body supreme—always so willful, fighting on one side while multitasking to find Yao Chi in the vast crowd.

"It's hard to explain in a few words."

Ji Ning Shuang didn't speak, but her eyes said it all.

"As long as you're alive."

Ye Chen smiled, his suspended heart finally settling. Coming to this universe for the Dun Jia Heavenly Characters would be unbearable if he lost his wife.

"Stay hidden, don't join the fight."

Ye Chen sent a message only Yao Chi could hear. The purpose of drawing out enemies was achieved—whether she fought or not made little difference. Keeping a major player in the shadows was safer.

Good thing he said it in time, or Ji Ning Shuang might have charged in, turning the two-on-two into three-on-two.

"Long time no see."

Laughter rang out, and a person appeared beside Ji Ning Shuang—it was Kuang Ying Jie upon closer inspection.

This guy's condition wasn't great—who knew how many battles he'd endured? Even now, blood still trickled from his mouth, his face pale as death, with damage to both his Dao roots and yuan shen.

"Long time no see."

Ji Ning Shuang smiled, considering him an old friend from the various heavens.

"You two are really something!"

Xiu Luo Tian Zun sighed, glancing at Yao Chi and then Ye Chen. They had both reached quasi-Huang Di level. Though he had once been one, he had fallen from that divine position, and just surviving was lucky.

What delighted him was meeting old friends from the outer universe in this place—it was truly emotional. Back in the day, they were all small fries, and now, reuniting, they were all supremes.

"Holy Lord."

Looking again at Yue Xin, her beautiful eyes were misty as she gazed at Yao Chi and Ye Chen. In this foreign land, seeing people from home moved her to tears.