Chapter 3177: Gods and Demons War

Boom! Rumble!

The dim Bolu Moyu trembled violently. This was due to the sheer number of gods present, their linked auras creating an overwhelming pressure. If it weren't a demon realm with ancient heritage and deep foundations, it would have surely collapsed under the strain.

From the distant stars, that patch of demon land truly resembled a forbidden zone.

Looking up at the void, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Looking down, demonic energy surged and churned. Visions unfolded one after another—stars exploded, suns collapsed—each one radiating a light that spoke of doomsday.

Gulp!

The onlookers swallowed hard and retreated even further.

This time, the assembly was unimaginably vast. The five great forbidden zones were present, along with many supreme beings and reclusive old gods. They had all gathered in Bolu Moyu, clearly having formed a secret alliance.

"Is this leading to a great decisive battle?"

"With mutual dependence like lips and teeth, it's better to unite early rather than be picked off one by one."

"It's as expected."

Voices murmured from all sides. Everyone stood at the outermost edge, their eyes gleaming brightly. It was the first time they had witnessed such a spectacle.

"My fellow daoists, you're truly giving us quite the honor."

Kuang Yingjie gripped his divine blade and stood in the sky, his gaze sweeping around. Although he had anticipated this, his expression was far from pleased. Only upon seeing it did the shock truly register. One look was enough to realize: Do we have so many enemies?

"This is going to be a tough fight."

Shenlong Daozun held a sword in one hand and stroked his beard with the other. Not everyone was as formidable as Ye Chen and Zhao Yun. With the five great forbidden zones of the divine realm all here, each wielding supreme divine artifacts, even ordinary gods lacked the qualification to be mere cannon fodder. Even he himself faced the constant risk of destruction.

"Honestly, you're not doing so well for yourself."

Ye Chen clicked his tongue, speaking to Zhao Yun. Of all the gods here, at least eighty or ninety percent are your enemies, right?

Zhao Yun remained silent, his expression indifferent.

Whether he was doing well or not was beside the point, but some matters were not as simple as Ye Chen thought.

Zing!

Ye Chen said no more, manifesting the Yongheng Sword in his hand.

If he were alone today, he would probably turn and run.

However, there was also Zhao Yun.

With Yongheng united, they were unbeatable in the world. Without a supreme god appearing, no one could stand against them.

This would be his final battle in this universe.

Before leaving, he would help Zhao Yun fight one last time. For that, he didn't mind slaughtering until blood flowed like rivers and corpses piled like mountains.

"Having such a friend brings me great comfort."

Zhao Yun smiled, and the Yongheng Sword appeared in his hand as well.

"Kill."

Wuwang Mozun roared wildly, skipping any preamble, swinging his blade and charging straight at Ye Chen. He most wanted to destroy Ye Chen. If not for him, Wuwang would have likely refined Zhao Yun and obtained Zhao Yun's Yongheng by now.

"Do you really think this is still Shenxu?"

Ye Chen sneered, slashing Wuwang with one sword, then instantly shifting with Yongheng to dodge Luohou's strike.

"The cauldron comes."

Ye Chen said calmly, transforming into a cauldron with Yongheng, massive as a mountain, forcing Wuwang and Luohou to stagger back.

"Come."

Demonic patterns etched Luohou's brow, and divine seals manifested in Wuwang's eyes—both were forbidden techniques, like two brilliant divine lights, one on the left and one on the right, piercing the vast sky. In the same instant, they unleashed their most destructive attacks.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

In the southern void, battle had also erupted. One a demon monk, the other an immortal venerable, joining forces to attack Zhao Yun.

"Bolu, hand over your life."

Yueshen and Dixian teamed up, charging into the void to face Bolu Moshin.

"Wuxiang, where do you think you're going?"

Shenlong Daozun thundered, his sword cleaving through the heavens and earth, forcing the hidden Wuxiang Laoshen out of the void.

"You with the surname Kuang, I'll cut you down today."

Daomojun and Shenmozun joined forces, launching a deadly assault on Kuang Yingjie.

"Two little upstarts trying to take me down?"

Kuang Yingjie scoffed, his blade dominating as he sent Daomojun flying with one strike, then repelled Shenmozun with a palm.

Mengmo, too, found an opponent, facing off against Donghuang Nüdi once more.

The two vanished together, no one knowing who had entered whose dream for the battle.

Kill!

Fight!

The gods on both sides were not idle, clashing in a frenzy.

A world-shaking melee erupted.

Lifting their eyes, all that could be seen were figures locked in combat. Gods and demons drenching the heavens in blood. Gods charging into the void, battling to shatter the sky and destroy the earth. Since it was a decisive war, it would not end until one side was annihilated.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood flowers bloomed one after another, spreading across the dim sky.

This was no longer just a fight—it was a war.

Overlooking the void, the pitch-black Bolu Moyu was enveloped in rolling blood mist, as if washed in fresh blood, veiled in a crimson shroud. Not a single intact immortal mountain remained, nor any standing ancient city—all had crumbled.

As the saying goes, human lives are like weeds.

Now, it seemed the lives of gods had become equally cheap.

"This is truly a Shenmo Dazhan."

The onlookers sighed and clicked their tongues, their hearts pounding as they watched, their faces paling with shock.

A battle of this level meant that for most gods, entering it would mean death.

"No matter who wins or loses, Bolu Moyu is destined to vanish from the world." Many gods murmured.

No one refuted this.

Judging by the intensity of the battle, every strike could destroy heavens and earth. With so many supreme beings and gods fighting in a forbidden zone, it was no surprise the demon realm would collapse. The foundations of the forbidden zone couldn't withstand the destructive power of the gods and demons.

In fact, Bolu Moshin no longer cared about such things.

Compared to the realm's collapse, his life was what mattered most. As long as the supreme divine artifact remained, the foundations would endure.

This war was to eradicate Yongheng, and it would not stop until death.

"Retreat." The spectator gods shouted repeatedly, fleeing further back.

The battle's fluctuations were too immense.

Bolu Moyu was vast and boundless, but the gods and demons' war was terrifyingly destructive. Layers of annihilating halos spread outward from within, extending infinitely across the seas and wilderness. Even the starry sky suffered, with star domains collapsing and stars exploding one after another.

Amid it all, the void faintly surged with chaotic energy.

There was a kind of pressure that made even gods' souls tremble, compelling them to kneel.

"Taishang, still not behaving?"

Voices echoed from the shadows—it was the supreme gods, jointly suppressing Taishang with their aura.

"You all know what it means for him to be alive."

Taishang snorted coldly, and the already surging chaotic energy instantly turned into a black curtain, shrouding the entire starry sky.

The "him" referred to, of course, Zhao Yun.

"Even so, that's no reason for you to act openly."

The supreme gods rebuked coldly.

As they spoke, their divine pressure intensified.

In the murky chaos, Taishang let out a muffled groan, finally quieting down, hiding in the void and grinding his teeth in frustration.

"Kill!"

Wuwang Mozun howled at that very moment, voicing what Taishang had wanted to say but hadn't.

This guy seemed truly insane.

His blood-red hair looked as if it were dyed in fresh blood, and his demonic eyes had become two black holes.

That's right—it was the bloodline limit.

No one knew how he had entered such a state, achieving genuine immortality.

However, compared to Ye Chen, he was still a step short.

Yongheng's undying essence, combined with the bloodline's immortality, could only be suppressed by a supreme god.

In a brief moment, he glanced at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun's state was almost identical to his—also Yongheng bloodline—but with differences.

Of course, they belonged to two universes, with different heavenly dao and rules.

As he spoke, Wuwang Mozun charged again, his sword tracing a path that summoned billions of thunderbolts crashing down from the sky.

Ye Chen said nothing, transforming the wheel of reincarnation into an inexhaustible Yongheng.

Centered on him, a vortex formed, shrouded in Yongheng light, devouring and extinguishing the billions of thunderbolts.

"Break!"

Luohou snorted coldly, activating the Lushen Sword with supreme laws, shattering the Yongheng vortex.

"Indeed outstanding."

Ye Chen remarked flatly, sending a sword strike from a million miles away—seemingly ordinary, yet truly destructive.

Luohou was quick on his feet, soaring into the sky to evade.

Pfft!

Before he could steady himself, he spat blood, a bloody gash appearing on his chest, encircled by Yongheng's dim light.

"Time and space?"

Luohou narrowed his eyes, realizing Ye Chen's sword had struck him in the previous instant.

Without time to think, he immediately severed the cause and effect.

Pfft!

In that instant, Wuwang Mozun spat blood, his strike missing and instead taking a sword from Ye Chen.

"Forbidden."

Luohou sacrificed the Lushen Sword, suspending it in the highest void, with supreme divine laws cascading down like a galactic waterfall.

"One thought: Yongheng."

Ye Chen said calmly, as man Tian Bianhua flowers bloomed everywhere, sealing the heavens and earth, and also sealing the galactic waterfall.

In a flash, he broke free, flipping his hand for a sword strike that left Luohou's body drenched in blood and bones exposed.

It didn't end there—before Luohou could steady himself, Ye Chen arrived again, the nine divine afflictions ignoring his physical form and severely wounding his primordial spirit.

"Sword, come."

Luohou used evasion techniques, shooting into the sky and merging with the Lushen Sword. To battle Ye Chen, he had to fuse with the supreme divine artifact; once it left his body, he faced constant risk of being destroyed by Yongheng.

Boom! Bang!

The void trembled as Wuwang Mozun and the God of Slaughter converged in a vast expanse—one in the east performing a sun, the other manifesting a moon, their yin and yang complementing each other, their light illuminating the world.

This light was quite strange, even causing Yongheng to become mottled.

Ye Chen said nothing, his eyes closing for a moment before suddenly opening, Yongheng's halo spreading from his pupils.

In the void, flames ignited on both the sun and the moon—pitch-black flames.

One thing counters another: light illuminates Yongheng, but heavenly fire burns yin and yang, reducing them to ashes.

Pfft! Pfft!

Wuwang spat blood and staggered back; Luohou also spat blood, nearly falling from the void, both suffering backlash.

Before they could steady themselves, a curse mark appeared on their primordial spirits.

That's right—it was a curse from the mixed reincarnation eye, enhanced with Yongheng.

"Sever!"

"Destroy!"

The two shouted resolutely, both employing forbidden techniques to forcibly erase the curse marks.

Ye Chen arrived, one sword for each, sending them flying a million miles.

Ah!

Wuwang Mozun howled, activating another forbidden divine ability, adding another demonic pattern to his brow.

"Won't work."

Ye Chen charged, activating the hegemonic body form, and stomped him into the Nine Serenities with one foot.

"Slaughter: Utter Annihilation and Unity."

Luohou roared, forming a seal with one hand, summoning a sea of demonic blood to swallow the heavens, actually extinguishing the hegemonic body.

"Underestimated you."

From within the demonic blood sea, Ye Chen's calm voice emerged. The supreme heritage truly had endless divine abilities.

Then, a beam of Yongheng light sliced through the demonic blood.

Luohou spat blood and retreated, now harboring a trace of fear toward Yongheng. Was it truly immune to all laws?

Ye Chen advanced through the sky, engraving a Yongheng mark on his Yongheng Sword.

As he moved, Wuwang Mozun burst from the ground, soaring upward with towering demonic energy.

With such an imposing presence, it deserved a solid kick.

Ye Chen was quite perceptive, aiming accurately and stomping Wuwang right on the forehead, shattering his skull.

"Even watching hurts."

Countless gods clicked their tongues. It seemed Wuwang, having activated his bloodline, was being hammered even harder!

In contrast, Luohou was exceptionally resilient.

But it made no difference—two supreme heritages joining forces were still being beaten senseless.

On the other side, Fozun and Xianzun were faring even worse.

The ruler of the Buddha realm had become a demon monk, and Xianzun had also demonized, each radiating intense demonic nature.

Yet, it was useless.

Fighting Yongheng, whoever came would suffer. Without the supreme divine artifact's protection, they would have been destroyed long ago.