Chapter 3202: The Holy Demon Realm, A Good Place

"This."

Seeing Ye Chen disappear, Shen Zun opened his mouth as if he knew where Ye Chen had gone.

"What a misalignment."

Zi Zai Tian murmured lightly, seeing it even more clearly than Shen Zun. By sheer coincidence, he had entered Sheng Mo Yu.

"The Cang Sheng's fortune is still intact." The emperors perked up.

He was back—the one called Ye Chen had returned. Not only that, he had entered Sheng Mo Yu.

With this, there was hope.

This was the Cang Sheng's faith in Da Chu's Tenth Emperor, converging to its peak in this instant.

"You have never disappointed the Cang Sheng."

The Nü Di murmured softly, her dim eyes clearing from their haze, filled with eternal longing.

She, too, held the same faith in Ye Chen.

It was as if, with him around, even the smallest hope could become infinitely possible.

"It's a good thing we didn't rashly remove the barrier."

Shen Zun took a deep breath and subconsciously glanced at the Nü Di.

Indeed, his sister was waiting for Ye Chen.

From beginning to end, she firmly believed that Da Chu's Tenth Emperor could turn the tide for the Cang Sheng.

"What's this? What is this?"

"What's your problem? Get lost."

In Sheng Mo Yu, things had become quite lively due to the intruder.

And that intruder was Ye Chen.

A misalignment of the universe caught him off guard, dropping him into a pitch-black world.

Well, the legendary Sheng Mo Yu.

This was his first time in Sheng Mo Yu, and it came with quite a grand welcome gift.

That gift was the killing formation of Sheng Mo Yu.

Tai Shang had run straight into it that day, and now, Ye Chen had collided with it head-on.

Pfft!

A spray of eternal blood stood out starkly against the dim sky. Even someone as powerful as Ye Chen nearly got obliterated in one strike. His sacred blood stained his imperial bones as they scattered across the vast expanse, exploding into nothingness mid-fall.

The Sheng Mo killing formation was incredibly strong, linked directly to the heavenly dao. Even a Huang Di would suffer from it.

Fortunately, his eternity was indestructible and inexhaustible, his bloodline undying and unextinguishable. He forcibly reshaped his sacred body, standing atop the ethereal peak like a radiant sun, its eternal glory illuminating all of Sheng Mo Yu.

"Sacred Body?"

The Sheng Mo showed clear surprise, their eyes stinging from the eternal light, their bloodlines stirring restlessly.

That was the supreme of the Sacred Body lineage.

In terms of status, he was on par with their generation's Sheng Mo. The essence of his bloodline and origin surpassed any other Sacred Body or Sheng Mo except for the first generation. The supreme Sheng Mo was fine, but those at great accomplishment or below had all prostrated themselves—that was the suppression of bloodlines and the intimidation of authority.

After all, Ye Chen was not only the supreme of the Sacred Body but also a genuine quasi-Huang Di at the peak.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

Ye Chen surveyed the heavens and earth, clicking his tongue in amazement. Below, it was a sea of darkness, with genuine Sheng Mo everywhere, each carrying the power of the heavenly dao. Grouped together, they were quite a sight.

In an instant, he took in the entirety of Sheng Mo Yu.

It was quite similar to the various heavens, with starfields and continents, vast seas and ancient cities—except everything was pitch-black. Amid the gloom, demonic energy surged and rolled like tidal waves. There were no fierce ghosts, yet ghostly wails echoed, creating a chilling, bone-deep cold that made one feel as if they had fallen into the nine underworlds.

If the various heavens were a fairyland, then this place was outright demonic territory.

As an outsider, he faced suppression, much like how a supreme from the outer domains would be suppressed in the various heavens.

However, such suppression meant nothing to him.

Having reached the quasi-Huang Di peak, he was invincible below the Huang Di level, just half a step from standing shoulder to shoulder with the heavenly dao. At this realm and cultivation, the heavenly dao's suppression on him was negligible.

Beyond that, it was heavenly dao against heavenly dao.

Even if his small universe was weak, it didn't erase the fact that he was part of the heavenly dao. Regardless of cultivation, they were on equal footing.

"I should thank that misalignment of the universe."

Ye Chen thought to himself, glancing toward the depths of Sheng Mo Yu, where the Huang Di tribulation lay.

Since he was here, he absolutely couldn't let it succeed in ascending.

Causing chaos was his specialty. As the old saying goes, courtesy demands reciprocity.

The heavenly dao robbed my various heavens of an emperor, so I shall slaughter your Sheng Mo of a god.

Boom!

The heavens thundered as a purple-haired Sheng Mo charged in, a quasi-Huang Di at the peak and a great general under the first-generation Sheng Mo. His presence was overwhelming, demonic energy billowing as he struck with a palm that engulfed the universe, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth.

"So eager to die?"

Ye Chen's eternal fist shattered everything, piercing through the palm print and obliterating half of the Sheng Mo's body.

"You're far inferior to the Can Zhao Emperor Fiend."

Ye Chen said indifferently. Before the purple-haired Sheng Mo could steady himself, Ye Chen crossed the void in a single step and stomped down with a foot that dominated heaven and earth, crushing the remaining half of its body. Even its origin spirit was stamped into oblivion.

He wasn't exaggerating.

Though the Can Zhao Emperor Fiend was only at the Heavenly Emperor peak, its comprehension of the dao was heaven-defying.

The past and present were incomparable.

Moreover, time flowed differently between the various heavens and Sheng Mo Yu. If the Can Zhao Emperor Fiend hadn't gone to the ancient road back then, they would likely have reached quasi-Huang Di peak in Sheng Mo Yu, far surpassing this purple-haired Sheng Mo.

Not to mention compared to Quasi-Huang Di Qi Wan.

Ah...!

The purple-haired Sheng Mo howled, not yet dead. Its shattered origin spirit tried to escape but couldn't, mainly because it couldn't accept that, as fellow quasi-Huang Di peaks—and with Ye Chen under this domain's suppression—it hadn't even lasted one move. How utterly humiliating. Was the Sacred Body lineage really this formidable?

"Your origin is mine now."

Ye Chen's words were cold and desolate as eternal light bloomed from his foot, grinding the purple-haired Sheng Mo into dust.

In terms of presence, his was flawless.

No matter the purple-haired Sheng Mo's quasi-Huang Di peak cultivation or its bloodline limits, in the face of the Sacred Body's eternity, none of it mattered. The undying, eternal bloodline absolutely crushed the Sheng Mo's bloodline.

Pfft!

In an instant, the purple-haired Sheng Mo was destroyed body and spirit. Its origin, bloodline, Sheng Mo bones, divine treasures—everything—belonged to the Sacred Body supreme, all absorbed into his body and fused into his eternity.

"Sheng Mo Yu, what a good place."

Ye Chen soared through the sky, suddenly inhaling deeply.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

This inhalation caused swaths of Sheng Mo to perish, mostly at the Great Emperor level and below. They couldn't withstand the Sacred Body's authority or erasure. With just one breath, he sucked them dry, devouring their essence, including their own dao insights.

"Don't you dare run!"

Shouts echoed as nine Sheng Mo closed in for the kill, all quasi-Huang Di at the peak.

"One thought: Eternity."

Ye Chen said calmly. The nine Sheng Mo who had just arrived froze in place before they could attack.

Then, nine rays of eternal light shot from his sacred body, transforming into nine eternal war spears.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The nine quasi-Huang Di Sheng Mo all bled, nailed to the void by a single spear each.

"How is this possible? So strong."

The nine Sheng Mo were horrified, feeling as if Ye Chen wasn't a quasi-Huang Di peak but a true Huang Di.

He was too powerful.

But how could they know that, at the same cultivation level, their dao was on a different plane? With just cultivation and no heaven-defying dao comprehension, in front of the eternal Sacred Body, these quasi-Huang Di were mere targets.

"Your origins are mine too."

Ye Chen flashed forward, destroying the first quasi-Huang Di Sheng Mo's body and ripping out its origin spirit. In an instant, a thousand years passed as he devoured it completely. All of the Sheng Mo's essence became nourishment for the Sacred Body.

He only killed the first one.

Then, he crossed the void straight toward the depths of Sheng Mo Yu. He hadn't come here to fight but to eliminate the one undergoing tribulation. Quasi-Huang Di Sheng Mo weren't enough; a Huang Di-level Sheng Mo was another story.

Not to boast, but a single slap from one could turn him into a pulp.

So, priorities mattered. Taking down that tribulating Sheng Mo was the way to go.

"Stop him!"

Shouts shook the heavens as a sea of demonic blood energy surged toward him, carrying hordes of Sheng Mo. Who knew how many quasi-Huang Di were among them? Even One Thought: Eternity couldn't cover it all. The demonic blood sea was too vast; compared to it, he was like a single grain in a vast warehouse. And there were far too many Sheng Mo, a dark, endless horde.

"A head-on battle would be fatal."

Ye Chen's eyes flashed. Even someone as strong as Tai Shang hadn't dared to linger, which proved it all.

Though Ye Chen was powerful, he wasn't strong enough to take on an entire domain alone.

"Bombard him!"

The Sheng Mo killing formation activated again, forming an indestructible demonic light. It looked unremarkable but could destroy heaven and earth. He had taken a hit from it earlier and nearly turned to ash.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed, but it wasn't Ye Chen who exploded—it was a blood-haired Sheng Mo. In that split second, Ye Chen had swapped their positions, and the indestructible demonic light blasted it to pieces on the spot.

For this, Ye Chen paid a price.

The demonic light had locked onto him, and though it missed, the backlash still hit, turning half his sacred body into blood mist.

"Damn heavenly dao."

Ye Chen snorted coldly, knowing what kind of power that indestructible demonic light carried. Linked to the heavenly dao, it was enhanced by heavenly dao force—something that could truly erase him.

He had heavenly dao power too.

Though his small universe was unassuming, it contained all the rules of the universe, and he was its vessel.

That was why he could withstand it.

As he spoke, the demonic blood sea had already swept in, swallowing heaven and earth. Hordes of Sheng Mo charged out, along with weapons crossing the sky—killing swords, demonic blades, you name it—filling the void like dark stars flickering with destructive light, aiming to overwhelm Ye Chen with sheer numbers.

Good thing the Chaos Cauldron wasn't here; it would have charged out ages ago.

Weapon against weapon, that was the way. Below Huang Di artifacts, it was invincible.

Just like its master—without a Huang Di, who could match him?

But now, Ye Chen was struggling to hold the line. The sheer number of Sheng Mo was giving him chills, and the countless quasi-Huang Di artifacts were alarmingly numerous, making him feel the urge to flee. This combined assault had disrupted the rules and reversed the universe, even weakening his eternity and sealing that patch of void into illusion. Techniques that shifted heaven and earth were useless.

"Come."

Ye Chen roared, unleashing a dream realm that swept away the sky full of weapons.

Pfft!

Then, he spat blood. Though the dream dao was profound, it couldn't handle so many killing tools. The dream realm shattered, and he suffered backlash. His newly healed sacred body exploded again.

"Dammit, getting ganged up on again."

Ye Chen cursed inwardly. In a one-on-one, he could send this bunch back to their mothers one by one.

"The Sacred Body supreme is a joke."

The Sheng Mo in the sky sneered, swarming in like a tide, their divine abilities and secret arts engulfing the universe.