Chapter 3200: Peak Quasi-荒帝

Boom! Rumble!

The vast space buzzed and rumbled continuously, and the entire small universe trembled violently.

The pressure from the massive hand was terrifyingly potent.

Ye Chen was deeply aware of this, which was why he had to fight with all his might.

Buzz!

The universe was in chaos, the rules were disrupted. Even as the Tian Dao, he was barely able to maintain stability.

Yet, that massive hand remained illusory.

Even so, it possessed a destructive power. If it fully solidified into a real hand, it would be unimaginably terrifying.

However, he felt no fear.

He watched as numerous Dun Jia Tian Zi appeared unbidden, arranging themselves on the surface of his body. They were etched with eternal light, forming a suit of armor that protected his Sheng Ti body and Yuan Shen.

Ye Chen could sense that the Tian Zi were enraged.

This made sense, as the Tian Zi were refined from the universe itself, which had once been home to living beings and their beliefs.

This merciless annihilation might have left behind lingering obsessions.

Now, with the hand of annihilation appearing again, it had stirred the hidden will within the Tian Zi.

And Ye Chen was the vessel for that will.

Naturally, he was also the carrier of the obsessions from countless universes, originating from innumerable beings of the past.

In that instant, his state of mind sublimated.

The universe's hatred and the beings' anger all transformed into divine power to combat the annihilation.

Boom!

The illusory hand descending from the heavens finally solidified into a real one.

Its pressure was one of complete destruction, with ancient scripts engraved on its palm and fingers.

Beyond that, it emitted eternal light, originating from the hand of the Yong Heng Xian Yu, inherently immortal.

The world instantly darkened.

The massive hand blocked out the sun and the sky, enveloping the universe in destruction and leaving no light.

"Come."

Ye Chen shouted resolutely, activating his Yong Heng Ba Ti and stepping into the vast expanse, raising his hands to the heavens.

If outsiders were present, they would surely be astonished.

From a distance, it wasn't just Ye Chen holding up the sky, but countless illusory beings as well.

They were mere phantoms, manifestations of obsessions, fighting alongside Ye Chen against the hand of annihilation.

Boom!

The hand came down, shattering the Ba Ti and even obliterating the outer manifestations of the Sheng Ti's Dao.

Yet Ye Chen stood firm, unmoving.

He was like an eternal monument, embodying legends and myths, and forging eternity and immortality.

Pfft!

In the next instant, his Sheng Ti body exploded, turning blood and bones to ash, with only his Yuan Shen desperately resisting.

As he suffered, the small universe suffered too.

Gazing over the vast lands, the once-beautiful mountains and rivers crumbled inch by inch, bathed in apocalyptic light.

Pfft!

In the third instant, even his Yuan Shen shattered, leaving only his Dao.

As long as his Dao heart remained, his form would not perish.

If this was a tribulation, then he was upholding an unbreakable obsession and hope.

Life and death hung on a single thought.

He was left with only his Dao, and the small universe teetered on the brink of collapse.

Ah!

Within his Dao, roars echoed—from him and from the universe's divine beings—rekindling the eternal light of the Sheng Ti.

He endured; he finally withstood it.

The hand of annihilation faded from real to illusory, and ultimately vanished from the world.

"Good little ant."

From the depths of the void, faint words seemed to echo, desolate and ethereal, yet majestic and icy cold.

"Come down here if you dare."

Ye Chen replied calmly, using his Dao to reform his body, reshaping his Yuan Shen and carving out his Sheng Ti.

His words were plain, but they roared from his soul.

What a Yong Heng overlord—having destroyed countless universes and extinguished innumerable lives.

If Tian Dao was emotionless, then Yong Heng was even more so.

He felt no fear or dread, only anger, yearning to challenge the Yong Heng ruler in battle.

His words received no response.

Yet, he could clearly see, at the hazy edge, an illusory gate: the Yong Heng Zhi Men.

Unfortunately, he could not reach it.

Being able to see it did not mean he could cross it, much like the insights gained from breaking through realms.

"Thank you."

Ye Chen's words were directed at the numerous Dun Jia Tian Zi, and also to the beings of past universes.

Without their aid in battle, he could not have withstood the hand of annihilation.

The Tian Zi buzzed one by one, as if alive, circling around Ye Chen with a lively air.

Ye Chen smiled and gently waved his hand, restoring the universe.

He had endured the assault, but it was not without injury; the universe bore flaws from the fight.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged, meditating quietly.

He was eager to ask someone about the Yong Heng Xian Yu, like Zhao Yun or Tai Shang.

Awkwardly, Zhao Yun was absent.

And Tai Shang had returned to Zhao Yun when they separated.

As for the Dun Jia Tian Zi, they had come to him.

It was fortunate they had, or he would likely have been reduced to dust.

For many days afterward, the Yong Heng hand did not appear again.

The so-called annihilation and the forging of the Dun Jia Tian Zi seemed not as easy as imagined.

At least, he had confirmed that the Yong Heng hand did not come at will.

During this time, there must be constraints or concerns, though he did not know their extent.

That night, he dreamed of the Zhutian again, having tried countless times already.

He realized that as the Tian Dao, while granted special privileges, he was also bound by limitations.

In a sense, his dreams of returning home were far more difficult than Ji Ning Shuang's.

It was because he originated from the Zhutian universe's Tian Dao; because he was the Tian Dao of the small universe; and because the Zhutian universe was complex, with Tian Dao within Tian Dao, any dream descent would face void resistance.

This was why he had never been able to dream in the Zhutian.

Thus, he needed to find a balance point to harmonize with the various Tian Dao before he could dream there.

It took a thousand years for him to repair the flaws in the small universe.

In the next thousand years, his injuries fully healed, though he had no idea if the Tian Mo Huang Di was still well.

To break and then rise brought its own opportunities.

A small universe that nearly collapsed under the Yong Heng hand was now reborn through restoration.

As the Tian Dao, Ye Chen also underwent Nirvana.

This Nirvana held historical significance, advancing his power and propelling him forcefully into the Zhun Huang Di peak.

From the perspective of the Zhutian, his progression from mid-level to peak had not taken long.

In reality, it had been tens of thousands of years, but in the small universe, time was defined by him.

That night, the entire universe burst with radiant colors.

Gaze upon the great rivers and mountains, the trees and flowers, the sun, moon, and stars—everything blossomed with eternal light due to his advancement, with immortal visions weaving and evolving everywhere.

Once again, the Yong Heng Tian Yin resounded through the nine heavens and ten earths.

His Yong Heng had drawn infinitely close to perfection, though the regret remained that he could not see the Huang Di Zhi Men.

Boom! Rumble!

Ancient Hong Huang thunder roared continuously, accompanied by visions unique to the Sheng Ti lineage.

The Sheng Ti lineage prospered together.

Ye Chen's heaven-defying advancement brought benefits to Di Huang and Hong Yan as well.

Especially Hong Yan.

She actually broke through in her slumber, thanks to Ye Chen's Nirvana and to Qi Wan.

The fortunes left by her sister were fusing at all times.

Among the three ruthless figures of the Huang Gu Sheng Ti lineage, Di Huang was still the weakest; Ye Chen was the Sheng Ti supreme, bearing the fortunes of all beings; Hong Yan had the blessings of her sister's opportunities, leaving Di Huang in the most awkward position—no background and outshone by Ye Chen's fortunes. Once the strongest, he had now become mere background support.

Not just him; apart from a few emperors, the others were all in the same boat.

There was no helping it—this was a special era, where even powerhouses like the female emperor seemed to be mere foils.

On a graceful mountain peak, the female emperor and Zi Zai Tian sat opposite each other, playing chess.

Former enemies had truly become friends, having fought side by side, turning past grudges and hatreds into fleeting clouds.

Boom! Rumble!

Their game was extraordinarily grand, with void lightning flashing, visions blooming, and profound Tian Yin intertwining into a beautiful immortal melody that echoed through the dim sky.

The emperors were not surprised by this.

It was just that those two were no ordinary emperors; their realms surpassed Zhun Huang Di peak, though below Huang Di, due to self-severing a blade.

Of course, there were exceptions, like the monstrous Sheng Ti supreme.

Speaking of Ye Chen, he was there too.

In another dream spanning a thousand ages, he arrived in the Tai Gu Hong Huang, hands behind his back, watching the two play chess.

The female emperor was accustomed to it, and so was Zi Zai Tian.

This man named Ye Chen was like returning home or visiting neighbors, coming every so often.

What was worth affirming was that every visit involved someone getting beaten.

And among those beaten emperors, the Ming Di, Gui Di, and Xuan Di were never absent.

For this, Di Zun had laughed countless times.

How to put it? Having a formidable ninth life was no ordinary thing.

As for the other three, their faces were quite dark.

It was truly bizarre—ever since coming to this Tai Gu Hong Huang, they were beaten every few days.

"In this special time, I won't thrash you."

Ye Chen muttered to himself, glancing toward the mountaintop, where Shen Zun was in deep enlightenment.

Shen Zun was also at Zhun Huang Di peak and had hopes of sealing as Huang Di.

At this critical juncture, he would not cause trouble; in the past, he would have come to fight every time.

"Time to go."

The dream's limit was reached, and Ye Chen vanished once more.

Before leaving, his hand was up to no good, poking the female emperor with his finger.

It wasn't much, but the spot he poked was soft and springy.

The female emperor's face darkened instantly. If not for Zi Zai Tian sitting across from her, she would have flipped the table long ago.

Whenever this happened, someone got beaten.

And that someone was Di Zun, taking out his frustrations since Ye Chen was gone.

All in all, the Di Dao F4 group never had peace.

This time, the female emperor beat him fiercely, for three full days, leaving Di Zun's head buzzing.

Their game lasted nine days.

On the tenth day, the void visions dissipated, and the female emperor won half a move against Zi Zai Tian.

"I am not your match."

For the first time, Zi Zai Tian sincerely admitted defeat, bested in both combat and the chessboard's Dao.

The female emperor said nothing and rose abruptly.

Zi Zai Tian rose as well, along with Shen Zun on the mountaintop and many ancient supreme beings.

Their movements were strikingly synchronized, all gazing toward the Sheng Mo Yu direction.

From that side came a strange fluctuation, perhaps a will or a pressure.

"Huang Di Jie."

The female emperor's brows furrowed deeply, her expression grave, her face paling slightly.

Indeed, it was the Huang Di Jie.

However, this Huang Di Jie was triggered by the Sheng Mo.

"Mo Kui."

Shen Zun's face looked even worse than the female emperor's, as if he knew who had drawn the Huang Di Jie.

"Truly unexpected."

The Sheng Mo chuckled, his tone full of surprise. If the female emperor and the others could sense it, how could he not?

His Sheng Mo Yu had produced a talent.

And that talent was one of his divine generals, the one he least favored.

Fate was truly unpredictable.

The least favored one had actually drawn the Huang Di Jie—how refreshingly novel.