Chapter 3178: Self-Destruct Supreme Artifact

Amid the thunderous roars, the god-demon war intensified.

From the perspective of the starry sky, the Demon Realm was crumbling, with an entire continent on the verge of breaking apart. No matter whether this battle ended in victory or defeat, this forbidden zone was destined never to regain its former glory. Its foundations might still linger, but now, with the forbidden zone in ruins, the damage extended beyond mere foundations to the intangible fate and destiny.

"Don't get too close." The onlookers retreated again and again. The chaos of the god-demon melee was overwhelming, causing the Demon Realm to collapse and affecting the surrounding star domains as well.

Yet, streams of figures continued charging into the forbidden zone. These were gods rushing to join the fight, some enemies and some allies. No nonsense, they dove straight into battle.

From the looks of the battlefield, Ye Chen, Zhao Yun, Yue Shen, and their companions held the upper hand, pummeling the supreme inheritors like Shenlong Daozun, Xiuluo Tianzun, and Donghuang Nüdi, forcing them to keep their heads down as they were relentlessly beaten. Aside from them, the others were in a dire state due to the absolute suppression of numbers.

Overall, it was still evenly matched. As long as Ye Chen and Zhao Yun could hold the line, they could stabilize their position. As for the rest, in the eyes of eternity, they were merely a ragtag mob. If it came to a fight to the death, the two united eternal beings would slaughter the gods and demons all the way to the edge of the universe.

Boom! Boom!

In Taishang Tian, the rumbling never ceased, involving Zhao Yun, the Demon Monk, and the Immortal Venerable. Blood rained down like beams of light, pouring from the heavens. The outcome of the battle was predictable: the two supreme inheritors were being hammered so hard they could barely lift their heads.

"I refuse to believe it." In the dim sky, Wuwang Mozun's howls shook heaven and earth. His hair was disheveled, his face twisted into a grotesque mask, transforming him into a berserk demon god. On top of his blood succession, he unleashed forbidden techniques without regard for the cost.

On the other side, Luohou was just as unyielding. In the midst of battle, he activated his blood succession limit, even more wildly than Wuwang, enhanced by numerous forbidden techniques.

"Then I'll beat you until you do." Ye Chen snorted coldly, having put away his Yongheng Xianjian, and now attacked bare-handed, shattering the immortal dome with a single punch.

Pfft! Pfft!

Wuwang and Luohou spat blood repeatedly. Even with their blood succession activated and forbidden techniques added, they were no match for Ye Chen. In a two-against-one setup, the eternal being drove them from the eastern heavens all the way to the western vastness, their demon bodies reforming only to be blasted apart again. Divine bones stained with demon blood scattered across the void.

Ah!

Their roars were soul-piercing howls. But it was all in vain. In front of Ye Chen, any divine abilities, secret techniques, blood successions, or forbidden laws were mere trifles, unable to withstand his golden fists. He shattered all laws with a single punch, leaving the supreme inheritors mentally shattered. Even their immortality couldn't keep up with the blood chasms being carved, and in terms of recovery, the two were far, far behind.

"Incredible." The spectators trembled, their faces paling even from a distance.

"It's a good thing the Zhigao Shenqi is holding up." The elderly gods sighed in admiration. Without the divine artifacts, this decisive battle would have been even more bloody.

Pfft! Pfft!

As the masses watched from afar, Wuwang Mozun exploded once more. Then came Luohou. This moment was worth commemorating. Both Luohou and Wuwang had their immortal states stripped away, forcibly scattered by the supreme figure from the Holy Body lineage. Even the Zhigao Shenqi they had merged with dimmed, having borne the brunt of the attacks—they were the ones truly suffering the most damage.

"You will die." Wuwang howled, his eyes blurred by fresh blood, filled with madness.

He formed seals with one hand, channeling the Wuwang Shen Dao. From within, he drew out supreme laws, manifesting endless demon patterns across the sky, which one after another etched into Ye Chen's body. This technique was similar to the Buddhist demon patterns once used by the Demon Monk.

"Come on." Luohou roared, his forbidden technique akin to Wuwang's but with a difference: his demon patterns took the form of demon light, impossible to guard against, slicing into Ye Chen's primordial spirit and engraving into his dao roots. Throughout Ye Chen's holy body—from limbs and bones to organs and meridians, every inch of flesh, bone, and drop of holy blood—was branded with demon patterns radiating destruction.

Their goal was clear: to use this method to blast Ye Chen's soul into oblivion. Naturally, such domineering forbidden techniques came at a tremendous cost. The path to supreme godhood was severed, their divine positions demoted, and the lifespan they burned was alarmingly long.

"After suffering that loss once, did you really think this would work on me again?" Ye Chen said indifferently, unfazed. It was true—last time, he had taken the hit to deceive the Dream Demon, but now, there was no need for pretense.

"Exterminate!" With a light shout, his entire body erupted in eternal light, strands of eternal radiance weaving and dancing within him. The demon patterns etched into his body were sliced away one by one, and any lingering killing intent was eradicated inch by inch. The forbidden techniques they had cast at such a bloody price became worthless before eternity.

Pfft! Pfft!

Wuwang vomited blood and flipped wildly through the air, while half of Luohou's demon body exploded, his blood and bones scattering.

Ah!

Wuwang roared, summoning the Wuwang Shen Dao mid-flight.

Buzz!

The divine blade hummed, shooting toward Ye Chen like a streak of demon light, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth. It was incredibly violent, triggering lightning and thunder in the sky, with countless apocalyptic visions manifesting. Gods and supremes nearby suffered as a result, many of their bodies collapsing, and those with weaker foundations dying on the spot.

"Wuwang must have lost his mind." Dao Mo Jun, locked in battle with Kuang Yingjie, suddenly changed expression, his pupils contracting.

"Self-exploding a Zhigao Shenqi?" The gods and demons were shocked, even the venerables trembling in their hearts.

"Stop!" The gods of Shenxu roared. That was a supreme divine artifact! How could you use it for self-explosion?

Unfortunately, Wuwang was blinded by rage and remained unmoved. The supreme gods clicked their tongues, their tones laced with regret. How terrifying the gods of Guixu were, having founded Shenxu as a pure land of delusion. His life-bound weapon was unimaginably powerful, yet now, a later-generation god was using it to self-explode just to erase that eternal being. Such madness even made the heavens sigh.

"Get away!"

"He's gone mad, the lord of Shenxu has truly gone mad."

"A Zhigao Shenqi!"

Wuwang's action sparked curses throughout the sky. Imagine so many gods and demons clustered together, locked in fierce combat, and suddenly detonating something like an atomic bomb—who wouldn't be terrified? In an instant, the entire Demon Realm erupted into chaos.

All the gods and demons still fighting, including Xiuluo Tianzun, Yue Shen Emperor Immortal, and the Slaughter Demon God—whether allies or enemies—retreated in unison, fleeing as far as they could, some leaving the Demon Realm entirely, others escaping into Taishang Tian. They all moved with incredible speed. A god's self-explosion was no joke. And a Zhigao Shenqi's self-explosion was even less so—it was world-ending. Once it detonated, nearly all the gods and demons in the Bolu Demon Realm would likely be reduced to ash.

Thus, Wuwang's move was pure insanity.

Ye Chen furrowed his brow, hardly believing that Wuwang would self-explode the Wuwang Shen Dao. It was completely unexpected.

"Get away!" The already fleeing Kuang Yingjie shouted hoarsely, "Even Ye Chen might not withstand it."

"I can't." Ye Chen murmured. The Zhigao Shenqi had locked onto him; no matter where he fled, it would hit its mark.

"Die!" Wuwang grinned viciously, swaying unsteadily in the void. He hadn't fled. He wanted to stay and watch Ye Chen turn to ash with his own eyes, believing he could endure the aftermath, as the explosion's force was directed entirely at Ye Chen—it had to obliterate the eternal one.

Ye Chen said nothing and entered the dream realm. Even if it had to explode, he would drag it into the dream. After all, many of his allies' supremes were still fleeing and might not escape in time. If it detonated now, over ninety percent of them would be wiped out.

Buzz!

He entered the dream, and the Wuwang Shen Dao followed, ignoring the laws of the dream path. Because it had truly locked onto him. In other words, even if Ye Chen fled to the ends of the earth, he couldn't evade it—it was an absolute strike.

Silence.

In that instant, the entire Demon Realm, the starry sky, and the universe seemed to plunge into stillness. This was the eternal pause before destruction.