Chapter 3170: Ruckus in the Divine Ruins

Chapter 3170: Great Uproar in Shen Xu

The starry sky was vast and boundless, peaceful as far as the eye could see, but this tranquility was shattered by thunderous booms that echoed from Shen Xu, resounding across the universe.

"Is there another great battle?"

Everyone who heard it furrowed their brows and instinctively glanced back toward Shen Xu, all because the commotion was overwhelmingly loud.

In that moment, undercurrents surged.

The idle gods, bored out of their minds, gathered in groups from all directions and assembled outside Xian Hai.

"Who's fighting in Shen Xu?"

"Could it be the Si Da Zhi Gao Chuan Tong again?"

"They've already been defeated and retreated—do they dare show their faces?"

Discussions buzzed among them as they looked up toward the horizons around Shen Xu and Xian Hai, where countless figures stood—each a god—with tones laced with confusion.

"It's starting."

Xiu Luo Tian Zun, hidden in the misty void, gripped his blood-colored divine knife, ready at any moment to provide backup.

Others, like Yue Shen, Di Xian, Yao Chi, and Shen Long Dao Zun, had a faint immortal mark etched on their foreheads. If possible, they wouldn't mind charging in to fight.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As they waited, the rumbling grew even more ferocious.

In Shen Xu, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

At the highest peak of the ethereal realm, a fierce battle raged, surrounded by too many destructive visions to clearly see Zhao Yun or Wu Wang Mo Zun. All that was visible were two vast realms clashing repeatedly from east and west, each collision unleashing waves of destructive light.

It was evident that Zhao Yun was at a disadvantage. Even with his eternal indestructibility, he struggled against the power of Shen Xu's universe, let alone against Wu Wang Mo Zun's supreme divine artifact.

"You won't escape."

Wu Wang Mo Zun snarled viciously, his teeth gritted, his hair disheveled like a true demon, radiating overwhelming murderous energy.

Fused with Shen Xu's universe and bolstered by his supreme divine artifact, he attacked relentlessly, driving Zhao Yun into continuous retreat.

Zhao Yun said nothing, fighting while withdrawing.

Compared to Wu Wang Mo Zun, he harbored even greater hatred for another—the supreme god who had brazenly intervened. Without that interference, Wu Wang Mo Zun would have been destroyed long ago.

"Tai Shang, one day I will cut you down." Zhao Yun thought to himself, as if he already knew who had interfered.

Just wait! Once he ascended to become a supreme god, even with the supreme accords in place, he would force his way to kill Tai Shang.

In reality, Tai Shang's current situation was precarious. As a supreme god who had dared to intervene, he was now targeted by the other supreme gods, with more than one wave of killing intent locked onto him.

Because of this, the entire divine realm's atmosphere felt extraordinarily oppressive, as if the laws were on the verge of solidifying and the universe had ceased its flow.

The most profound gods could sense it clearly. As they gazed toward Shen Xu, they occasionally looked up to the ethereal realm, knowing without asking that the supreme gods were furious.

Before long, this oppressive atmosphere dissipated, perhaps because Tai Shang had paid a heavy price to quell the other supreme gods' anger. As for what that price was, no one knew.

It was a transaction reserved for the rulers.

Without some benefit, they wouldn't let Tai Shang off easily. Their targeting of him was merely a means to seize certain interests.

Now that their goal was achieved, their anger naturally subsided, and they seemed indifferent to the fate of the lesser beings.

That was the law of survival.

So-called reason was nothing but power; without equal strength, there was no voice, and even anger was futile.

Pfft!

Amid the booms, Zhao Yun spat blood again, struck by a slash from Wu Wang Mo Zun. The wound wasn't severe on its own, but the supreme divine artifact carried supreme divine might, ignoring laws and eternity, and amplified by Shen Xu's universe, its killing intent nearly destroyed his dao roots.

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, forming a sword from the eternity within his body to forcibly cut out the killing intent. Then, with a flip of his hand, he slashed his sword, splitting open the outer realm Wu Wang Mo Zun had summoned.

In an instant, Wu Wang Mo Zun's realm healed itself, thanks to the divine knife and Shen Xu's universe shielding him from the attack, not even letting the aftershocks reach him.

"Kill."

Wu Wang Mo Zun laughed maniacally, like a madman, launching frenzied assaults. With his supreme divine artifact and Shen Xu's universe supporting him, he was utterly reckless.

Zhao Yun's expression remained unchanged as he fought and retreated, occasionally scanning the surroundings for an escape route.

Seizing a moment, he glanced downward and spotted Ye Chen. That guy was even more outrageous than him—surrounded by so many gods, yet none could catch him. Not only that, he was causing havoc everywhere: mountains collapsed where he passed, waters overturned, and ancient cities were stomped flat with a single kick.

"Treasure."

"What a fine long-life divine tree—it's mine now."

"This immortal pool suits me perfectly."

As Zhao Yun had seen, this Ye Chen was truly dedicated, rampaging through Shen Xu, engaging in what could only be called looting and plundering.

Nothing that caught his eye was ordinary; anything he could take, he seized without hesitation, filling Zhao Yun with a sense of satisfaction.

There was no helping it—Wu Wang Mo Zun had chosen him as an opponent. If it had been Ye Chen up here, and he were the one ransacking below, he would have looted even more enthusiastically.

As they spoke, Ye Chen darted into another immortal mountain, where a stalk of Wang Sheng Cao grew—a supreme divine item, rarer than the divine flower, extinct in the heavens, and perfect for refining nine-mark pills that worked for all. Since he saw it, how could he leave it?

From the moment he entered the mountain to when he left, it took only an instant. By the time he departed, the once radiant immortal mountain was stripped bare.

Not to boast, but he had even uprooted every flower, grass, and tree. The spiritual herbs and immortal flowers planted in Shen Xu—any one pulled from there might be extinct in the outside world.

"Damn you, you deserve to die."

The white-haired elder god of Shen Xu roared in fury, his divine mirror hovering above his head as he pursued relentlessly. The other elder gods were equally enraged, a massive group chasing and attacking all the way.

"A bunch of fools."

Ye Chen remained composed, his body technique defying heaven and earth, stepping through the sky with measured paces that were eerily elusive, fast enough to transcend space itself—one step spanning worlds. He completely ignored the pursuers behind him, scanning up, down, left, and right for escape routes and treasures, taking whatever divine items he spotted without a second thought.

Beyond that, he caused chaos wherever he went. With so many divine mountains and immortal cities, he wasn't about to let them stay intact—a single kick could topple one, and who knew how many ancient sites he had destroyed.

In a spare moment, he glanced upward. Zhao Yun was clearly losing ground; there was no doubt about it. Even if he went up himself, he couldn't defeat Wu Wang Mo Zun, who wielded a supreme divine artifact and was fused with Shen Xu's universe. No one short of a supreme god could suppress him—that much he had to admit.

But he still had confidence in Zhao Yun. Though he couldn't win, his life wasn't in danger, thanks to his eternal indestructibility—it wasn't just for show.

So, they still had time. If they could find an escape route before then, their mission would be complete. Once out of Shen Xu, they could fly free, and anything like supreme divine artifacts or forbidden zone universes could go to hell.

Exterminate!

As they spoke, the white-haired elder god closed in, his divine mirror humming as it unleashed a divine beam with world-shattering might.

Pfft!

Blood splattered vividly, but it wasn't Ye Chen—it was a Shen Xu supreme who had been swapped into place, accidentally slain by his own elder god.

"Damn it."

The white-haired elder god was furious, slamming his palm to seal the heavens and earth.

"Your seal won't work on me."

Ye Chen said casually, ignoring the restraints and delivering a massive Fen Tian Shou, hurling the elder god into the void for millions of miles. Another elder god who arrived late was sent flying with a single strike.

"Seal him for me."

In an instant, nine gods descended, positioning themselves at the four corners of the void, each forming seals with one hand. Nine pillars of light pierced the heavens and earth, with chains of order dancing and connecting the pillars, forming a divine prison cage that trapped Ye Chen inside.

"This technique is barely noteworthy."

Ye Chen remarked offhandedly, thrusting his staff toward the sky and stirring the winds and clouds, causing lightning to flash in the void. The newly formed cage shattered on the spot, blasting the nine elder gods away, with those of weaker foundation having half their bodies destroyed.

"Join forces and take him down."

The gods swarmed in, filling the sky—some with majestic divine auras, others with surging demonic energy—like stars dotting the night sky, each gleaming as they unleashed attacks in unison: sword qi, fist shadows, palm strikes, blade lights, killing formations, divine artifacts—covering everything.

Ye Chen tried to escape, but too many gods had cast restraints on him.

"Come on."

Ye Chen activated his bloodline limit, expanded his eternal realm, and summoned his domineering outer form. In a flash, he broke the Hun Dun Lun Hui Eye's seal and enhanced it with the Da Lun Hui Tian Cang.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The attacks rained down, shattering his eternal realm and destroying his outer form. His ancient holy body, unmatched in dominance, nearly collapsed, with holy bones stained in imperial blood scattering everywhere.

"So many gods, with divine abilities filling the sky. To withstand this head-on and not be killed outright is impressive enough."

"Are you done?"

"If you're done, it's my turn."

Ye Chen's voice was desolate. His eternal bloodline reshaped his holy body, and the eternal dao essence extinguished the killing intent within him. Then, he raised his hand to point at the heavens, invoking Wan Jian Gui Zong. Billions of divine swords rang out, each infused with eternity and engraved with destructive might.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The scene that followed was exceptionally bloody.

Standing high up wasn't necessarily an advantage.

Standing high up just made you a target. The more profound supremes could hold out longer, but the lesser gods suffered terribly, their bodies pierced by sword beams, many destroyed body and soul, with blood rain pouring through the void.

Buzz!

Ye Chen didn't idle. He swung his staff and charged forward, putting on a fine display of staff techniques for the supreme gods—beyond domineering, it was world-shaking. In his eyes, these so-called divine supremes seemed pathetically weak, each one sent flying with a single strike, blood flowers blooming proudly and adding a touch of brilliance to the dim sky.

"Insolent brat, you will be executed."

The white-haired elder god, who had been hurled away earlier, returned by treading the heavens, firing a white divine sword from his forehead, tainted with supreme divine might. It looked plain but carried unparalleled destructive power.

However, in Ye Chen's eyes, it was hardly impressive. He had dared to face a supreme divine artifact head-on, so a sword with mere divine might was nothing.

He didn't dodge, simply smashing the white divine sword with his staff.

Pfft!

The white-haired elder god vomited blood. Due to this backlash, one of his arms exploded on the spot, nearly sending him plummeting from the sky.

"Gods will be slain, Buddhas will be exterminated."

Ye Chen spoke flatly, his presence commanding, as he gripped his Yong Heng Xian Tie Gan and advanced, striking all the way.

From a bird's-eye view of the ethereal realm, it looked like swatting flies. The gods blocking his path, aside from a few, were mere obstacles; none could withstand a single strike from him.

After all, it was Wu Wang Mo Zun who had fused with Shen Xu's universe; the rest had no such power.

What could be said? Though their numbers were great, they were just a disorganized mob. In a direct fight, they might destroy Ye Chen, but the Sheng Ti clan's supreme wasn't foolish enough to clash head-on. More often, he was evading, looting treasures, and seeking an escape route.

"Your Honor."

Some god called out to Wu Wang Mo Zun, clearly implying: Share some of that universe power with us.

This Ye Chen was too damn formidable. If he kept fighting like this, whether they caught him or not was secondary—the losses would be catastrophic.