Chapter 3179: Despair Under Eternity

Chapter 3179: Yongheng Under Despair

Boom!

Instantly, a thunderous roar echoed through the eight desolate regions of the universe.

The Wuwang Shen Dao exploded.

The dream that Ye Chen had woven shattered on the spot, with countless laws turning into demonic light that filled the sky. The so-called space and the so-called universe were as fragile as paper, pierced with gaping holes. A layer of destructive halo spread infinitely from that void, annihilating everything in its path—space was torn apart, the universe fell silent, and gods who hadn't escaped in time had their bodies and primordial spirits obliterated into ash.

The Boluo Mo Yu also collapsed.

This ancient forbidden zone, which had stood for eons, was truly torn apart, blasted into several continents by the explosion of the supreme divine artifact.

Even the starry sky was affected.

Countless gods were sent flying, not knowing how far they were hurled or how many star domains and ancient stars were devastated. This single explosion was like an invisible hand wiping out innumerable territories.

The scene in Taishang Tian was equally shocking.

The explosion of a supreme divine artifact spared no one there. More than eighty percent of the gods who had entered were thrown off balance, and countless supreme beings fell from Taishang Tian, caught in the aftermath and ground to dust on the spot.

The immortal realm and the lower worlds were in utter chaos.

All living beings looked up in bewilderment at the vast sky, as if the apocalypse had arrived, their faces pale with fear.

It was only after a long while that the world finally grew quiet.

Once the demonic light faded and all the gods steadied themselves, they gazed from afar at that chaotic region. It was dim beyond measure, devoid of any sense of time or space, filled only with streaks of destructive light.

The fragments of the Wuwang Shen Dao rained down like scattered pieces.

Every god and demon strained their eyes to search, but none could find that eternal being.

"It's probably been blown to ash!"

"If this doesn't kill it, I'll castrate myself right here and now."

"Old man, don't take it so seriously."

Discussions erupted everywhere. The gods looked more disheveled than ever, standing on tiptoe to peer into the distance. They were lucky to have fled far enough and hidden well, or they would have met a gruesome end.

Hahaha!

Wild, unbridled laughter echoed through the ruined Boluo Mo Yu.

It was Wuwang Mozun.

That figure was still alive, though mangled beyond recognition by the residual force, laughing like a madman in utter frenzy. Exploding his own divine artifact to destroy the eternal one was worth it to him.

"He's gone insane."

The gods of Shen Xu wore grim expressions, even Meng Mo furrowing her brows slightly. Their lord was too reckless—blowing up the Wuwang Shen Dao was a devastating blow to Shen Xu.

"If it takes him out, it's worth it."

Luo Hou laughed viciously, and Boluo laughed with bloodthirsty glee. Nothing worked better than exploding a supreme divine artifact.

"Dammit."

Kuang Yingjie snorted coldly, his divine knife humming in his hand. This was far too brutal.

The supreme beings of their own factions felt a chill in their hearts.

A supreme divine artifact! Even a supreme god would suffer from its explosion, let alone Ye Chen. Though eternity was immortal and inexhaustible, Ye Chen hadn't reached perfection in it, so how could he withstand such a blast?

The only one remaining calm was the Donghuang Empress.

Her husband, the supreme being of the Shengti lineage, wasn't so easily destroyed.

Zhao Yun was equally composed.

He could withstand a supreme divine artifact's explosion, and so could Ye Chen.

Thus, he didn't stop.

By "didn't stop," it meant he continued his assault, striking the Demon Monk and Xian Zun so hard they could barely stand.

Those two supreme inheritors were cursing up a storm.

With such a grand spectacle unfolding, couldn't they watch it first before fighting? Were you in that much of a hurry to die?

"He's gone, eternity is gone."

Wuwang Mozun raved on, hair disheveled, laughing maniacally in delight. He no longer cared about Shen Xu, the divine artifact, or the inheritance—what mattered was destroying eternity. That was a complete victory, a perfect deed.

"Extinguish me?"

Amid the laughter, a faint voice suddenly rang out, cold and desolate, like the heavens speaking.

In the midst of destruction, a blurry figure slowly emerged.

It was Ye Chen. Though not dead, he was in a pitiful state—his entire body covered in bloody bones and flesh, with even the shed pieces turning to ash as they fell. He looked like a melting wax statue, his features blurred beyond recognition.

Yet, he had survived, enduring the explosion of a supreme divine artifact and still standing in the world.

"This..."

All the gods and demons in the sky were stunned, even the eyes of the supreme inheritors bulging in shock. A supreme divine artifact's explosion hadn't killed him—who else could? Without a supreme god, he was invincible under heaven.

"Come on, senior."

Many junior gods pulled out pig-slaughtering knives and handed them to an elderly god.

That one had just sworn to castrate himself.

The old god's mouth twitched, still in a daze. How could anyone survive this?

"Is eternity truly immortal?"

Whether their own gods or enemy supreme beings, they all gaped in utter astonishment.

"It's truly overbearing."

Not just the gods—even the supreme gods sighed in admiration, realizing they had underestimated Ye Chen.

"Impossible, this is impossible."

In Boluo Mo Yu, Wuwang's howls of despair filled the air. His frenzied laughter was gone, his face twisted in terror. Now he staggered backward unsteadily. Even a supreme divine artifact's explosion hadn't killed Ye Chen, filling him with an unprecedented despair.

"You've got guts."

Ye Chen said indifferently, stepping forward through the sky. His still-melting sacred body was being rebuilt inch by inch by eternity and bloodline inheritance. His blurred features reformed, and his entire form radiated a glorious light—the light of eternity. It dispelled the killing intent and rejected the supreme laws. He advanced like an eternal god, treading the river of time, each step reshaping the universe as he headed toward Wuwang Mozun.

As he walked, he casually waved his hand.

Though the Wuwang Shen Dao had exploded, fragments remained, all collected into his small world.

Once he returned to the heavens, he would have the empress forge them into a divine weapon.

It might not reach Huangdi level, but it would surely surpass a quasi-Huangdi artifact.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The world echoed with steady, rhythmic bangs—the sound of Ye Chen's footsteps.

Wuwang, meanwhile, retreated.

For every step Ye Chen took forward, he stepped back one. Stumbling, he fell, then crawled up to retreat further. The lord of Shen Xu, a supreme inheritor, could barely stand, his eyes wide with terror as he watched Ye Chen, the crimson light in his gaze fading to utter despair.

"He's definitely done for."

The onlookers sighed. Even with a supreme divine artifact's protection, he wasn't Ye Chen's match. Now, with the artifact gone, his bloodline weakened, and his divine status diminished, Ye Chen could suppress him with a mere wave.

"My lord!"

The supreme beings of Shen Xu roared, charging forward together. Shen Xu's universe was already flawed, their divine artifact destroyed—if they lost their lord too, they might still turn things around by hiding in Shen Xu.

They could just stay inside!

Besides, Ye Chen must have been gravely injured from withstanding the explosion. He might look fine on the outside, but he was probably hollow within. In this state, there was still a chance to fight back.

Indeed, Ye Chen was severely wounded, with scars that were hard to erase—the unyielding laws of the supreme divine artifact still tormented him relentlessly.

Yet, even so, he wasn't someone to be underestimated.

Without the supreme divine artifact's protection, the gods and supreme beings of Shen Xu were just a disorganized mob.

"Get back!"

Ye Chen shouted resoundingly, unleashing eternal laws that formed countless killing swords. Any god that rushed at him was struck down one after another, sent flying across the four seas and eight wastelands from that void.

By the time they regained their footing, Ye Chen and Wuwang were gone.

Ye Chen had used the dream path to drag the fleeing Wuwang Mozun into a dream realm.

When they emerged, Wuwang was on his knees.

However, he wasn't dead—Ye Chen had sealed him into a small realm, where he still howled at the sky.

The world fell silent.

Ye Chen scanned his surroundings; the enemy ranks, including Luo Hou and Boluo, stepped back in unison.

If even they retreated, the other supreme beings did the same.

Having withstood a supreme divine artifact's explosion, Ye Chen was like a supreme god in their eyes.

"Take him down."

The gods and demons growled in unison, directing it at Boluo and Luo Hou. Your factions have supreme divine artifacts too.

One explosion didn't kill him? Then use two.

Luo Hou gritted his teeth, and Boluo did the same. It's not your artifact—you don't feel the pain.

A supreme divine artifact was their foundation. Explode it, and what would they have left?

They wouldn't explode it, but someone else did.

It was A Luo Mo Seng, still battling in Taishang Tian. Driven to madness, his mind clouded by demonic obsession, he sacrificed the Kun Fo Zhong and hurled it at Zhao Yun. It carried destructive power, raging with violence.

"Dammit, another lunatic."

Before Ye Chen could unleash his fury, curses rang out again as everyone scattered in escape.

What was today? Were divine artifacts just toys?

Zhao Yun remained expressionless, unmoved. Like Ye Chen, at the moment of the explosion, he vanished—not into a dream realm, but into time and space, whether a tunnel or a void, no one knew.

The Kun Fo Zhong vanished with him.

Once locked by a supreme divine artifact, even fleeing to the end of time wouldn't save you.

Boom!

Then came another thunderous blast. The Kun Fo Zhong exploded too, its halo of annihilation spreading infinitely. The battlefield in Taishang Tian collapsed into nothingness, with billions of thunderbolts pouring down.

"I'm done for."

The gods who had been flung away by the Wuwang Shen Dao explosion earlier turned back, only to encounter the Kun Fo Zhong's aftermath midway. They were knocked down again, even farther this time. Those whose bodies hadn't been destroyed before were now blasted into blood mist; those whose primordial spirits lingered were turned to ash.

"If Zhao Yun survives, will you castrate yourself?"

"Get lost."

Many young gods turned to that old charlatan again, only to provoke a string of curses. With such a spectacle to watch, why were they fixated on him? Did they really want to see him do that?

"Did he survive?"

All the gods looked to the vast sky. With Ye Chen as precedent, they weren't shocked anymore.

As fellow possessors of eternity, if Ye Chen could endure it, Zhao Yun had no reason not to.

Indeed, he endured it. The explosion shattered time and space, leaving him covered in blood and bones, but it didn't destroy him. Like Ye Chen before, he reappeared, his divine body rebuilding inch by inch.

"Impossible."

A Luo Mo Seng staggered backward, his expression mirroring Wuwang Mozun's earlier fear. The Xian Zun beside him wobbled even more unsteadily, retreating more clumsily, his eyes on Zhao Yun filled with dread.

"Blow him up, blow him up, blow him up."

A Luo howled, calling to the Xian Zun. One explosion didn't work? Add another.

The Xian Zun didn't even think—he turned and fled.

Blow it up? Blow what? His family's artifact was a heirloom. Explode it, and what would he use to show off?