Chapter 3182: Battle the Supreme

As Tai Shang finished speaking, the heavens and earth underwent a great change. Ye Chen and Zhao Yun felt a sudden blur before their eyes, and when they reappeared, they were in Da Dao Tai Shang Tian.

The supreme god who had self-inflicted a slash indeed chose the battlefield. If the war started below, not only Shen Jie but even Xian Jie and the lower realms would collapse. To ensure the supreme god didn't intervene, they needed to select a proper place for the conflict. However, effortlessly transporting Yong Heng to Tai Shang Tian was truly a divine ability, astonishing not just the world but also making Ye Chen and Zhao Yun furrow their brows.

That god opposite them seemed to ignore Yong Heng entirely?

The reality proved it was so. Tai Shang was quite mysterious, with a realm forming around him that was murky and chaotic. The light of Yong Heng couldn't illuminate it, or rather, the Yong Heng light was entirely swallowed by the chaos.

"From the Yong Heng Immortal Domain?"

Ye Chen murmured, his eyes instantly becoming profoundly deep. This was because he detected a familiar aura from Tai Shang's chaos, one quite similar to the unknown "Xing" character child.

That child could swallow Yong Heng, and so could Tai Shang.

All these signs made it unbelievable that Tai Shang had no connection to the Yong Heng Immortal Domain.

"As you said."

Zhao Yun transmitted his thoughts. As the supreme god of their own universe, he knew more than Ye Chen.

"You all are quite interesting."

Ye Chen murmured inexplicably, having bitterly searched for the Yong Heng Immortal Domain, only to find a living example right here.

Boom!

In the midst of conversation, Tai Shang had already moved. From the endless void, he arrived in an instant, pushing out a palm that seemed ordinary but was filled with supreme Dao essence, forming a vast realm of boundless chaos that dominated the heavens and earth.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun summoned Yong Heng, slashing open the great realm with a sword.

Zheng!

In the same instant, Ye Chen thrust with a Yong Heng sword, piercing through the void directly toward Tai Shang's forehead.

This strike was devastatingly destructive.

However, when the Yong Heng sword tip was just one zhang away from Tai Shang, it encountered an invisible barrier.

It was as if a river of time separated them.

What appeared to be one zhang felt like millions of years. Without crossing the river of time, they couldn't harm Tai Shang.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his divine light bursting forth.

The Yong Heng Immortal Sword hummed, sparks flying from its tip as it inched forward—one inch equaling a thousand years.

He also mastered the laws of time, trying to force his way across the river of time.

Unfortunately, his understanding of time was not complete. The once-devastating sword was weakened by the passage of time, its power diminishing inch by inch. By the time it reached Tai Shang, its force would likely be exhausted.

"Yong Heng, what a joke."

Tai Shang said indifferently, firing a beam of chaos from his forehead toward Ye Chen's primordial spirit.

Pfft!

Ye Chen instantly spat blood, struck by the chaos. Even the divine dragon shield guarding his primordial spirit in the sea of consciousness was split open. The so-called Yong Heng protection and Yong Heng immortality were mere facades before Tai Shang.

Boom!

In that moment, Zhao Yun charged in, transforming the ten thousand Daos of Yong Heng into a divine sword.

"Exterminate!"

Tai Shang's words carried the power of law, shaking the ten thousand swords to nothing, completely disregarding Zhao Yun's Yong Heng.

Pfft!

Zhao Yun also spat blood, as hidden rules formed into chaos that slashed him away.

"Tai Shang is truly terrifying."

"Even after self-inflicting a slash, he still surpasses Yong Heng."

"One move and they're utterly defeated!"

The gods of the world gazed upward, their expressions stunned. They had witnessed the power of Ye Chen and Zhao Yun, but now they saw that Tai Shang was the real force—ignoring immortality, inexhaustibility, deathlessness, and indestructibility.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

As the people watched, Tai Shang Tian erupted into full-scale war. Amid the Yong Heng light, scenes of destruction unfolded.

It was clear that Ye Chen and Zhao Yun were at a disadvantage.

To say they were at a disadvantage was an understatement—they were being relentlessly suppressed by Tai Shang.

In the heavens, blood rain poured down, all of it Yong Heng blood.

Meanwhile, Tai Shang remained as ethereal as an immortal, without a trace of disarray, like an ancient god.

"Bullying the weak like this—now that's putting on a show."

The supreme gods stood with hands clasped behind their backs, mere spectators. Though they said nothing, their expressions spoke volumes.

Yong Heng was strong, but it depended on the opponent.

For supreme inheritances, one could hammer them one by one, or two at a time.

But Tai Shang was different.

He was a supreme god, and even after self-inflicting a slash, he remained a match for the heavens.

Thus, Yong Heng had no chance of winning.

Unless their Yong Heng was complete, only then might they have a chance to turn the tables.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Shrieks echoed from Shen Jie, originating from Shen Ru and the four seas and eight wastelands.

All were enemies of Yong Heng.

They had fled across the universe earlier, but now they resurfaced, their eyes bloodshot and faces twisted like demons, grinding their teeth in rage. As spectators, with Tai Shang making a move, Yong Heng was surely doomed.

Pfft! Pfft!

In Tai Shang Tian, Ye Chen and Zhao Yun spat blood again, both struck by Tai Shang's palm and nearly blasted apart.

"From the Yong Heng Immortal Domain, indeed domineering."

Blood overflowed from Ye Chen's mouth as he used Yong Heng to teleport and escape into the sky, covering it with a palm strike.

Tai Shang acted as if he hadn't noticed, using rules to form a demonic sword that cleaved open the sacred body.

Without pause, Zhao Yun unleashed Yong Heng Dao laws, manifesting billions of thunderbolts that submerged Tai Shang.

Tai Shang's eyes were deathly still as he took a step, extinguishing the billions of thunderbolts.

Zhao Yun was injured, with lingering thunder essence reversing to strike back, nearly splitting him in two.

"Yong Heng: Fusion."

The two shot into the sky, manifesting two suns, intending to unite in the vast expanse and shine Yong Heng upon Tai Shang.

Tai Shang sneered coldly, pointing a finger into the void.

This finger was a rule-based one, transforming Nirvana time where a thousand years became an instant.

Boom!

The Yong Heng suns collapsed on the spot, destroyed by the rules and eroded by time. Whether Ye Chen or Zhao Yun, both turned white-haired and aged in an instant as Tai Shang altered the concept of time, stealing their endless lifespan.

Gulp!

The gods of the world swallowed hard in secret. The divine abilities of these rules were too terrifying—even Yong Heng turned white-haired and aged. Who knew how much lifespan had been severed? If it were them, they would have been reduced to ashes.

Looking at Ye Chen and Zhao Yun, their flesh peeled away.

The sight was truly frightening, with fallen flesh and bones being annihilated into dust by the rules.

Ye Chen gave a cold hum, his Dao embryo leaping from the ruined body and reforming into Yong Heng.

Zhao Yun, on his part, reversed time, altering concepts to reclaim the lost lifespan.

Their methods differed, but they led to the same result, resolving the crisis.

Even so, both of their faces were exceedingly grim. Fighting Tai Shang was more dangerous than crossing an emperor's tribulation. A moment of negligence could mean death without knowing how—truly not to be underestimated as a former heavenly Dao supreme god.

"In front of Tai Shang, Yong Heng seems like child's play."

The people watched in bewilderment, clearly seeing that Ye Chen and Zhao Yun's Yong Heng was completely suppressed.

"Just look at who the opponent is."

The old gods stroked their beards. A supreme god who self-inflicted a slash was no simple matter.

"Tai Shang's laws are all perfected, enough to overwhelmingly defeat half-baked Yong Heng."

This explanation was acceptable to the gods. Yong Heng was domineering, but it hadn't reached its peak.

Boom! Rumbling!

Thunder rampaged through Tai Shang Tian, each rumble like a funeral bell for the world.

The great battle resumed.

The people's vision was obscured, seeing only destructive visions interwoven one after another. Even from an immeasurably distant realm, it still shook the heavens and earth. That battlefield, aside from the supreme gods, meant death for anyone who entered—not just the fight, but even the aftershocks were unbearable. It was a war of utter destruction.

Fortunately, it was happening up there.

If it were in Shen Jie, the cosmic starry skies would likely have turned to dust of ages by now.

As for the battle situation, Yong Heng still couldn't match Tai Shang.

As the people said, Tai Shang's laws were all perfected, giving him the capital to ignore Yong Heng.

Ye Chen and Zhao Yun found it increasingly difficult.

Tai Shang was immune to all laws, and their Yong Heng attacks couldn't harm him at all.

"Not inferior to the female emperor."

Ye Chen murmured. Even after self-inflicting a slash, he was this terrifying. If complete, even the female emperor might struggle to win.

Indeed, every Desolate Emperor was no mere decoration.

In this battle, he truly felt more and more powerless. The once universe-shaking Ye Chen was truly dealt a blow.

"All beings are mere ants."

Tai Shang said indifferently, his words devoid of any emotion, cold, majestic, and desolate.

Ye Chen and Zhao Yun both felt a momentary daze in their minds.

Tai Shang's words were like a heavenly judgment, carrying an irresistible magical force.

"Get it straight—he's no longer the heavens."

A supreme god muttered. He'd self-inflicted a slash and yet still pressured the world with the tone of heavenly Dao.

But in truth, Tai Shang had the qualifications.

Just looking at Ye Chen and Zhao Yun's expressions showed that their Yong Heng minds had been eroded by those words.

"Exterminate!"

Tai Shang reigned supreme in the vast expanse, pressing down a palm that covered the sky, with dark seal scripts flowing between his fingers.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, activating his Ba Ti outer form, stepping forward with both hands lifting the heavens.

At his side, Zhao Yun also activated his Yong Heng golden body, radiant divine light blooming as he lifted the heavens with both hands.

The two giants stood side by side, like two indestructible monuments.

Yet, Tai Shang was even stronger and more terrifying. His palm carried world-ending might, extinguishing the heavens and earth.

Boom! Bang!

In an instant, the Yong Heng Ba Ti exploded, and the Yong Heng golden body collapsed. Ye Chen and Zhao Yun were both pressed to bend their knees, with Tai Shang's rules invading their bodies, disrupting their emperor forms and divine bones into chaos.

"Break!"

The two rose with roars, instantly weaving Yong Heng together to forcibly hold up the palm covering the sky.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun drew his sword and ascended to the heavens, the sword body engraved with divine patterns and coordinated with Dao laws, forming a Yong Heng strike.

"The light of a firefly dares to compete with the sun and moon."

Tai Shang said indifferently, pointing his finger to the heavens. The already dim vast expanse instantly turned into a curtain of darkness.

This, too, was a rule—darkness enveloped all, with him as the master.

Zhao Yun's expression remained unchanged as he thrust his sword against the heavens, carving a stroke of Yong Heng through the darkness.

"One thought: Yong Heng."

Ye Chen's words rang out firmly, freezing the heavens and earth. This strike was to assist Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun was domineering enough, and Ye Chen was stunning enough, truly immobilizing Tai Shang.

Though only for a ten-thousandth of an instant, it was enough for Zhao Yun's Yong Heng strike to cross time and land a hit.

Pfft!

The blood of a supreme god was truly dazzling. A single drop falling to Shen Jie collapsed the starry skies.

"Tai Shang actually took a hit. Tsk tsk tsk."

"Like scratching an itch—no more than that. Incomplete Yong Heng can't truly harm him."

"Even so, those two lads have reason to be proud."

The supreme gods sighed. Having known Tai Shang for endless ages, this was the first time they'd seen his divine body stained with blood.

Unfortunately, Yong Heng couldn't kill Tai Shang—it was far from enough.

To defeat Tai Shang, their Yong Heng needed to be complete, or they needed to be on the same level as him—that was the only possibility.

"Good, very good."

Tai Shang said indifferently, as chaotic light spread, sending Zhao Yun flying and shaking the myriad other shore flowers to nothing.

More Yong Heng blood light spilled, extremely striking.

Tai Shang looked down on the world. The blood that had fallen earlier flew back from Shen Jie to Tai Shang Tian, re-entering his divine body. The sword wound healed accordingly, and the collapsed Shen Jie skies instantly restored.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.