Chapter 3241

Boom! Rumble!

In the vast heavens, lightning flashed and thunder roared, illuminating the doomsday light.

"Ants, tremble!"

The words of the two Huang Di from Tian E echoed through the world repeatedly, like a demonic curse that even the great emperors could not help but feel dazed by, let alone those below their level.

"The heavens' destiny endures forever."

The common people were not without defenders. The heavenly sounds of the emperors' Dao paths intertwined perfectly, forming an ethereal immortal melody that manifested these words, standing against the curse.

"The Tian Mo Chong Qi Sha is coming soon."

"Does the merciless heavens truly intend to annihilate all beings?"

"Do we still have hope?"

Such words resounded in every corner of the heavens. Certain secrets were previously known only to the supreme ones, but the common people had now gleaned them from the emperors' Dao heavenly sounds, including the Tian Mo Chong Qi Sha, a sign of world destruction.

Indeed, the common people had the right to know.

With the situation reaching the eve of the great decisive battle, they deserved to understand clearly before facing death.

"There is hope."

Many elders from the older generations spoke resolutely, their turbid eyes flashing with firm light.

They had experienced despair before.

Such as during the time when the Dong Huang Nu Di proved her Dao.

Back then, the heavens were incredibly weak, without even a single supreme one, forged entirely through blood and bones. Too many had fallen—kings, divine generals, Yan Luo, holy bodies—all fighting to the point of shattering for that hope.

In the face of the same catastrophe, no one feared it.

The older generations felt this way and inspired the younger ones as well. The hope forged by countless ancestors must be defended with their lives; otherwise, how could they honor the heroic spirits who had died in battle? They had guarded this vast and beautiful land, and the later generations could do the same.

They would fight without hesitation, fearlessly.

The belief of the common people was also an obsession; the heavens still had a chance to turn the tide.

"Ants, tremble!"

Sheng Mo let out a sinister laugh, wild and unrestrained.

No one paid him any attention.

The emperors looked at him with calm eyes, devoid of anger or hate.

Tremble? Not at all.

Anyone pulled from the crowd here was not one to be intimidated.

Moreover, before the Tian Mo Chong Qi Sha descended, the common people would eliminate him first. This was an unspoken understanding among the emperors.

World destruction had not yet arrived, so the generation of Sheng Mo still had some utility value; he could restrain the heavenly Dao. But once the great battle began, he would become expendable. Without restraining the heavenly Dao, he would lose his reason to exist, and the emperors would not hesitate to destroy him.

It did not matter.

This was the implication in the eyes of the generation of Sheng Mo.

As long as the heavenly Dao does not perish, I will not perish.

Once all beings are destroyed and the epoch ends, the heavens will rule supreme.

"Kid, it's the final battle."

Above Heng Yue Zong, Xie Yun murmured to himself.

He was there, and so was the emperor of Da Chu.

Such words were murmured by all the emperors, with "kid" referring to Ye Chen.

The supreme ones had already donned their battle armor, ready for war at any moment.

Whenever the common people faced hardship, that holy body had never been absent—a lineage of fierce fighters and saviors. They hoped he would return against the heavens and forge a clear and bright world once more.

This time, all beings would join the fight.

Even a world-wide sacrifice would be worth it.

"Ye Chen."

The wives of the holy body lineage were no less valiant than men; they too had put on armor, like female generals of the mortal world, each with a heroic and striking presence, tinged with a tragic beauty.

They would remain in Da Chu.

They would guard their homeland, even in death, until their husbands returned.

Boom! Rumble!

Under the doomsday shroud, a series of rumbles filled the universe.

It was a thunder tribulation, at the Huang Di level.

The one undergoing the tribulation was an old quasi-Huang Di from the Heavenly Court.

"Come back."

Shen Zun snorted coldly, but it was too late. The destructive thunder sea had already engulfed the vast expanse, and that aged figure had fully sublimated, sacrificing much of his lifespan to restore his youthful form, charging upward without hesitation.

He could hear Shen Zun's words. He could also hear the emperors' shouts, but he did not turn back. He had cut off his path to life; driven to the brink, there was no way out, so he would fight desperately before death.

The female emperor said nothing and did not stop him.

She understood the mindset of that old supreme one—he wanted to fight for a glimmer of hope for the common people.

Alas, the heavens had flaws.

The world watched that destructive thunder sea and witnessed the old quasi-Huang Di being buried in the nine heavens. He was a Huang Di in name, but the path of Huang Di was broken.

Ah!

The emperor turned to ashes, leaving only a roar from his soul.

The world grieved. That roar echoed in them as well—it was sorrow and reluctance.

"Ye Chen, destruction is coming."

The female emperor whispered softly, still standing at the mountain peak, quietly watching the vast expanse.

Alas, no one responded. One day in the heavens might be a hundred or a thousand years in the illusory universe.

The child was in deep sleep.

Ever since Ye Chen merged into the unknown, it had been sleeping. Its expression sometimes showed pain, and tears occasionally streamed from its eyes—who knew if they were the child's tears or Ye Chen's.

Ye Chen could hear the calls of the common people. But he was in the unknown, fused with the child, unable to respond.

It had been several hundred years.

He had merged into the unknown for several hundred years, desperately searching for that segment of time. He could find it but could not separate from it—whether it was the child doing it deliberately or the "Xing" character seal at work, each attempt ended in failure.

"There's no time left."

Ye Chen murmured, his voice hoarse and barely audible. Only he could hear it. If it were not a crisis, the common people would not call out; it must mean the destruction of the heavens had begun, with the great battle and the end of the epoch possibly happening any instant.

Pathetically, he was still trapped here. He, the commander of the common people in the eyes of the world, might miss this battle.

At this moment, he finally understood the mindset of the Ren Dao Zhi Zun. Perhaps in that decisive battle between humans and gods, the Ren Dao commander was also absent, with humanity fighting to total defeat, relying only on obsession to summon it back.

For a moment, the child frowned slightly. That frown was Ye Chen's expression; the child was asleep, but he was conscious. The reason for the frown was a powerful presence approaching.

It was the Xu Wang Mo, previously beaten to a pulp but now recovered, sneaking in without daring to get too close, only watching from afar with narrowed eyes.

The Xu Wang Mo could likely see the child's state. Precisely because of that, it dared to come here, seeing it as an opportunity to destroy the child. In its deep sleep with blank consciousness, a sneak attack might succeed. Ye Chen could clearly see the cold light in the Xu Wang Mo's eyes—bloodthirsty and savage.

It was not over yet.

Besides the Xu Wang Mo, the Xu Wu Mo had also manifested its true form. Its shape was even more hideous.

The two demons stood one to the east and one to the west, their demonic aura surging and forming a sea of demonic blood. The aura contained countless resentful spirits struggling and wailing; the blood sea held many omens of destruction, reflecting ruin. They were still observing, wanting to see if the child with the "Xing" character would react.

"Wake up."

Ye Chen roared, trying to rouse the child. If it were destroyed like this, it would be absurd.

The child slept peacefully.

Ye Chen was not sure if the child could hear his call; he only knew that the two demons were approaching from both sides, baring their white fangs, grotesque like ghosts.

"Wake up."

Ye Chen called out repeatedly—someone was here to cause trouble.

Roar! Roar!

What responded were the two waves of demonic aura and bloodline, swallowing the void and illusion, engulfing the child. Within it, countless resentful spirits and destructive divine abilities gnawed at the child relentlessly, tearing at its body without end.

"Wake up."

Not only Ye Chen was calling, but the Xu Wang flower in the child's belly was also calling, its petals trembling lightly and blooming with brilliant light. It knew how terrifying the Xu Wang Mo and Xu Wu Mo were; they might truly destroy the child.

"You have your day too."

The two demons sneered maliciously, their eyes flashing with cruelty. They knew the child's problem lay there—it could not wake up in the short term, and that time was enough for them to devour it completely.

"Damn it."

Ye Chen in the unknown gritted his teeth tightly—what a ridiculous situation.

"Control it, fight in its place."

The Xu Wang flower whispered, speaking to Ye Chen. For at that moment, Ye Chen and the child were one; with the child's consciousness blank and Ye Chen awake, it might be possible to take control.