Chapter 3209: Someone to Hold the Fort

Boom!

Because of Ye Chen, the Wai Yu Zhi Zun were completely wiped out. That rumbling sound was the death knell for the end of the great calamity, and it was also the closing note of the Xian Mo great war.

"Dammit!"

The Huang Di of the Three Domains roared in fury, especially the one known as the Saint Demon. He had been driven utterly insane.

Indeed, it was the heavens themselves in a rage.

Defeated again, it had lost to the Sheng Ti once more. Starting from the year Ye Chen first unlocked his bloodline limits, from that moment on, it had suffered defeat after defeat, and the rules had been fractured. The Sheng Ti, born of the heavenly way, had been against the heavens ever since, becoming impossible to suppress.

Ah!

This scream no longer existed in reality, or rather, it had been buried by the wheels of history. It came from the Wai Yu Zhi Zun who had been obliterated in the various heavens, dying in the most frustrating way imaginable. Countless emperors had fallen solely because of one Sheng Ti, leading to total annihilation. Besides them, even Mo Kui and Tian Xing, though already destroyed, still echoed with residual roars.

One had been slain at the peak of perfection.

Another had been cut down while crossing a tribulation.

Ye Chen's journey to the Sheng Ti Saint Demon Domain had eliminated two major generals of the Tian Dao.

Speaking of Ye Chen, he still lay in the starry sky, like an ancient statue sealed for eternity, covered in dust and exuding a sense of timeless antiquity, completely motionless.

He was utterly exhausted and gravely wounded. His Sheng Ti, at the quasi-Huang Di great accomplishment level, was stained with fresh blood and enveloped in dark Qi—it was the resentment of Mo Kui, as well as that of the entire Saint Demon Domain.

There was no way around it; the gate to Sheng Ti quasi-Huang Di great accomplishment had been forged from the blood and bones of the Saint Demons, carrying innate resentment. It wasn't just any injury; even eternity couldn't erase it, intent on dragging him into a cold, eternal hell where he would never find release.

His slumber might well be an eternal rest.

"Ye Chen."

"Old Seven."

"Big Brother."

Calls echoed from all corners of the four seas and eight wastelands, coming from his Sheng Ti wives, children, brothers, old friends, and family, all staggering forward with blood-soaked bodies.

"Stop."

Ren Wang descended from the sky, blocking Xi Yan and the others; the God King of Creation blocked Kui Niu; Long Ye blocked Xie Yun; and the Fourth God General blocked Ye Xingchen.

This Ye Chen was no longer the Ye Chen of before. The star domain where he now lay was off-limits to everyone, even to Yao Chi at the quasi-Huang Di level.

It was because he was a Sheng Ti at quasi-Huang Di great accomplishment; because he had withstood the Huang Di tribulation to slay Mo Kui and slaughtered countless Saint Demons. The killing intent and murderous aura lingering on his Sheng Ti body were world-destroying. Anyone who approached rashly, even an emperor, would be instantly reduced to ashes.

Thus, it had become a forbidden zone. The unconscious Ye Chen made no distinction between friend and foe.

All who approached froze in place.

No one could see Ye Chen.

Yet, everyone knew that inside lay a living ancient myth.

The Sheng Ti lineage was a fierce one, also a lineage of saviors. It was he who had forcefully slain Mo Kui and reignited the extinguished light of hope across the world.

"Finally, he can rest."

Ren Wang's voice was hoarse as he sat down heavily on the ground, truly unable to hold on any longer.

As a self-proclaimed weak fighter, he had no idea how many times he'd been blown apart, and surviving was nothing short of a miracle.

Like him, countless emperors had fallen, too exhausted to even lift their eyelids, many existing only as Yuan Shen states, floating at the edges of the star domain and silently healing.

Xi Yan and the others could barely stand, and even the fearsome Eastern Wasteland Empress was covered in fresh blood.

The Dream Demon was there too, and for the first time, her gaze toward Ye Chen held no resentment or hatred. This Xian Mo great war had shown her the power of all living beings and the essence of true will. That Sheng Ti was the belief of the masses.

This universe was truly extraordinary.

"We won, we've won."

The common people wept profusely.

They had endured another great calamity.

The war had been devastatingly brutal.

Looking out in all directions, it was impossible to see an intact stretch of starry sky or a complete continent. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood filled the landscape, with shattered rivers and mountains dotted with blood-red war banners, burying countless heroic souls.

"Child."

"Master."

"Ancestor."

Wails of grief resounded throughout the heavens.

These were bloodied figures, each holding their loved ones and crying out desperately. Too many forces, sects, and races had been utterly wiped out. Perhaps no one would cry for them, but those who survived would forever remember—they had built that blood-red great wall with their bones.

In the Taigu Honghuang.

The Empress's hair had turned completely white.

When the emperors found her, she was drenched in blood, every wound on her body still laced with the destructive killing intent of the Tian Mo Huang Di, making them extremely difficult to heal.

As for Zai Zai Tian, his condition was even more pitiful, reduced to a mere illusory Yuan Shen, drifting into the boundless void with the ethereal winds.

In the dim world.

Di Huang and Hong Yan floated suspended, both in deep slumber, having fought to the brink of death against the Wai Yu invasion.

Their brilliance had faded.

Emperors arrived from the skies, intending to save the two.

"Do not approach."

Shen Zun's stern shout rang out, perhaps from exerting too much force or from his severe injuries, causing him to spit out a torrent of blood.

Alas, his warning came too late.

The emperor who neared the Sheng Ti was instantly obliterated.

The Sheng Ti's damage affected all.

Di Huang and Hong Yan also carried destructive killing intent and murderous aura.

Too many emperors suffered as a result.

Gazing over the Taigu Honghuang, over ninety percent of it was shrouded in a crimson blood light, including the emperors and Zhi Zun who had guarded the formations.

The Taigu Road was bathed in piercing blood light.

No one knew how many sections of this road had collapsed. Gui Di had lost his physical body, Ming Di's true form was severely damaged, and Xuan Di was left with only a Yuan Shen flame.

Only Di Zun still gripped the Xian Wu Emperor Sword, staggering along the path.

"Are you still alive?"

"What do you think?"

"Show me that rare edition."

"Get lost."

The Four Emperors' conversation was as amusing as ever, despite their horrific injuries, their laughter weary.

Fortunately, they had won.

It was all thanks to Ye Chen returning in time.

If he had been even three or two instants later, the Empress would have been slain, Zai Zai Tian destroyed, the Saint Demon unsealed, and the ethereal barrier shattered.

By then, the various heavens would have faced not only the Wai Yu Zhi Zun but also the Wai Yu Huang Di.

For a full nine days, the cries of mourning did not cease.

On the tenth day, the various heavens finally fell into silence, as if by some unspoken agreement among the living, offering tribute to the heroic souls in quiet reflection.

Gazing at the starry sky, the star domain where Ye Chen slumbered remained a forbidden zone for all. Inside, there was not only oppressive pressure, killing intent, and murderous aura, but also chaotic heavens and earth, overturned laws. Anyone who dared enter would have their lifespan instantly severed, even in death.

His feats were heaven-defying.

Withstanding the quasi-Huang Di great accomplishment tribulation and the Huang Di tribulation, he had forcefully slain Mo Kui. Who, aside from a Huang Di, could achieve such a thing? An immortal myth, stained with eternal blood.

On the tenth day, his Sheng Ti body lightly trembled, though he had not yet awakened. Eternal light bloomed from him, extinguishing the Saint Demon resentment and severing all internal killing threats. The blood gashes on his Sheng Ti healed one by one, and his strands of hair shed their snowy white, turning into radiant gold.

An anomaly appeared in the starry sky, unique to the Sheng Ti. It manifested a universe, where every mountain, river, plant, and tree was bathed in eternal light and wrapped in immortal power. The profound heavenly sounds formed the most ancient immortal melody.

On this day, a layer of eternal halo spread outward from Ye Chen as the center, extending infinitely across the nine heavens and ten earths. Wherever it passed, withered vegetation revived stalk by stalk; shattered starry skies restored inch by inch; and exploded continents mended piece by piece.

It was as if, in his subconscious, he had unleashed a heaven-defying divine ability, forcibly reversing the heavens and earth and overturning the laws, solely to reshape the mountains and rivers. He wished that upon opening his eyes, he would see his homeland as it was in his memories.

Yet, no matter how much power he exerted, he could not erase the blood curtain shrouding the world or revive the fallen heroic souls.

He could rival a Huang Di.

He could rival the Tian Dao.

But he was not all-powerful.

At some unknown moment, an immortal divine force joined the halo.

When the common people touched it, it felt like a spring breeze. Those reduced to Yuan Shen were remolded with physical bodies; those covered in blood gashes had their wounds soothed away.

"Is a quasi-Huang Di great accomplishment Sheng Ti this incredible?" the God King of Creation marvelled inwardly, witnessing his own Yuan Shen giving birth to a physical form through Ye Chen's eternal light.

"The eternity is complete."

Long Ye murmured knowingly. What Ye Chen granted was immortal power, healing everyone in the various heavens. The current Sheng Ti could accomplish this fully.

"Now we have someone to hold the fort."

The Fourth God General took a deep breath, his previously shattered Dao heart restored by the eternity. If the various heavens had a quasi-Huang Di great accomplishment Sheng Ti during the Xian Mo great war, the Wai Yu would never have dared to act so boldly.

The halo continued to spread layer by layer.

This time, it was rectifying the heavens and earth.

Naturally, it was also repairing the laws of the various heavens. A Huang Di tribulation, a Xian Mo great war, a Tian Mo assault on the Seven Sha, Tian Dao against Tian Dao, emperor tribulations against emperor tribulations—all these clashes had repeatedly disrupted the heavens and earth and the laws. He needed to fix them, and only he had the capability, including reinforcing the ethereal great array and the Wai Yu barrier with eternal power.

All of this was accomplished in his subconscious, while his nirvana had not fully concluded.

Having crossed the quasi-Huang Di great accomplishment gate and tribulation, the traces of the Dao were still being imprinted in his slumber. Each imprint caused another boom from the heavens.

It was the Tian Dao in fury.

Unfortunately, it was futile.

Now, it could no longer suppress Ye Chen. Not only that, it had been stripped of much of its power.

It had weakened, while the Sheng Ti had grown stronger.

This mutual dynamic.

The common people also grew stronger with the Sheng Ti.

The Dao sounds did not cease.

More people arrived, filling the starry sky, many sitting cross-legged to listen to the immortal sounds, including the emperors.

This was the highest honor.

Ye Chen's Dao, like the man himself, had been evolving all along until eternity was complete. His comprehension of the Dao had infinitely approached the pinnacle of this universe.

Listening to it brought enlightenment.

Boom! Rumble!

Not long after, thunder resounded.

It was the ultimate emperor tribulation; someone had achieved the Dao and become an emperor, all thanks to the Sheng Ti's Dao sounds.

Originally, attaining emperorship in the various heavens was quite difficult, due to the many emperors whose imprints were etched into the ethereal, creating unknown layers of suppression.

However, with Ye Chen's great divine ability, every emperor in the various heavens, without exception, had their emperor Dao imprints suppressed, even Yao Chi at the quasi-Huang Di level.

This reduced the difficulty of attaining emperorship and paved a shortcut for the common people. Whether one could cross it depended on personal fate.

Boom! Rumble!

Starting from the first emperor tribulation, it triggered a chain reaction. More people attained sudden enlightenment from the Dao sounds and achieved the Dao on the spot.

Some were from the older generation, others from the younger.

The emperor tribulations became the most splendid spectacle in the starry sky.

With emperor tribulations occurring, the Wai Yu grew restless again.

Unfortunately, no one dared to approach, knowing a quasi-Huang Di great accomplishment sat there—whatever came would be cannon fodder.

Unless it was at the Huang Di level.

And even then, it had to be the Huang Di's true form.

As for Huang Di incarnations, there was no need to court disaster. They could beat the Empress and Zai Zai Tian to near death, but before Ye Chen, they would be instantly turned to ash.

In comparison, Ye Chen could not destroy the Empress and Zai Zai Tian in a single strike.

This was the strange dynamic among quasi-Huang Di great accomplishment, Huang Di incarnations, and half-Huang Di.