Chapter 3249: Reverse Battle Against the Heavens (5)

In the dim universe, only two figures remained.

One was Ye Chen.

One was Tian Dao.

The Sheng Ti had defied the heavens to arrive here, bearing wounds all over his body, finally reaching the ultimate peak of the Dao and stepping onto the chaos. He stood in opposition to the supreme heavens, his face streaked with bloody tears that tore at his heart and soul. All his current cultivation, his glory, and his most brilliant eternity had been exchanged for with the blood and bones of the common people—his wives, children, loved ones, brothers, old friends, mentors, and everyone's lives.

Elegy of the common people.

A sacrifice of the entire world.

He had never imagined that a reverse battle against the heavens would be so devastatingly brutal.

Boom!

Tian Dao finally took human form, its true appearance impossible to discern.

This was Ye Chen's first true encounter with Tian Dao.

One black, one gold.

The two stood like sentinels at the ends of time, gazing at each other across the expanse of space and time.

"Painful?"

Tian Dao suddenly spoke, originally formless and faceless, yet it revealed a face that shifted endlessly. It was the face of a generation of sacred demons, of Mo Huang Di, of E Mo Huang Di, of Qi Huan, of the ancient Tian Ting Empress, of Shen Zun, and even of Ye Chen himself.

This was Tian Dao.

It was the supreme heavens, ruling over reincarnation and controlling the universe. It could transform into anyone, wearing every possible face, with a smile that was not quite a smile and tears that were not quite tears—neither angry nor sorrowful, its eyes fiercely savage yet strangely filled with a compassionate pity for all beings.

"Pain."

Ye Chen replied hoarsely, his words flat and emotionless, devoid of joy or sorrow, rage or hatred. In the final battle of his reverse war against the heavens, he had become strangely calm, though beneath that calm lay a roaring soul.

"Merge with me, and together we shall be the ruler."

Tian Dao let out an eerie laugh, its words carrying a mocking cackle, like temptation, like a command, like supreme authority. The expressions on its face never settled, shifting between all forms of evil and wickedness.

"Humanity has feelings."

Ye Chen said faintly, advancing step by step, each step like scaling a peak.

"All beings are mere ants."

Tian Dao's words shook the entire universe, every movement tugging at the fabric of cosmic order.

It extended its hand.

In its palm, colorful light swirled, forming a seven-colored sword.

It was the Zhu Xian Jian.

What a fitting name for Zhu Xian—it was meant to slaughter all immortals in the world, and by immortals, it referred to the masses of common people, the ants who dared defy the supreme heavens.

Buzz!

The Hun Dun Ding manifested, trembling with a low hum. It was inscribed with the Dun Jia Tian characters, bathed in immortal light, evolving all things and chanting the sounds of the Dao. Though merely a divine artifact, it seemed more like an ancient emperor, hovering at Ye Chen's side and standing shoulder to shoulder with its master.

"Boss, I'm heading out first."

The Hun Dun Ding chuckled and charged forward with a buzz.

The final battle.

As Ye Chen's life-bound weapon, it was prepared to shatter into pieces.

Zing!

The Zhu Xian Jian rang out sharply, flying from its grasp and cutting a seven-colored path through the darkness. With one strike, it nearly destroyed the heavens, forming a divine waterfall of colors that almost split the Hun Dun Ding in two.

Fight!

The Hun Dun Ding shook violently, its eternal light bursting forth like raging flames.

Bang! Clang!

The collision of sword and cauldron echoed crisply, every spark brighter than the sun, casting an apocalyptic hue that illuminated the dim universe.

Weapon against weapon, warrior against warrior.

Ye Chen moved as well, striding across the river of time. His landing made the universe tremble as the Dao principles evolved into all things. He clenched his fist and delivered an eternal punch, piercing through the cosmos.

"You overestimate yourself."

Tian Dao scoffed, striking with a palm that unleashed a hundred thousand bolts of lightning.

The ultimate peak collision.

A destructive halo nearly collapsed the entire universe.

Ye Chen spat blood, his fist exploding.

In contrast, Tian Dao remained unmoving from start to finish.

Fight!

Ye Chen roared, treading on the eternal immortal sea with the vast starry sky above his head. Both his Dao self and his past self contributed their divine power, along with the unyielding will of the myriad realms' common people fused into his body—an immortal obsession that perfectly merged with his person and his Dao.

Boom!

He tore open a section of the sky, cleaved through the chaos, and crossed endless ages to reach beyond Tian Dao. His palm struck like a divine blade, splitting out an eternal immortal river.

"Ant."

Tian Dao swung its arm, summoning billions of thunderbolts that devoured the eternity.

It was the ruler, the king of this universe.

Even Ye Chen's eternal immortality could not break Tian Dao's control.

Yet, Ye Chen felt no fear.

Tian Dao was emotionless, but humanity had feelings, and the common people of the myriad realms were his unending source of strength.

Another punch.

He blasted through the void and finally closed in on Tian Dao.

In that instant, the supreme heavens' gaze wavered.

Also in that instant, its Tian Dao power began to ebb away.

"A firefly's light dares to compete with the sun and moon?"

Tian Dao thundered in rage, making the universe quake as it exploded with billions of demonic lights.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The rumbling sounded like funeral bells echoing through the cosmos.

The Sheng Ti against Tian Dao unfolded the curtain, shattering the heavens and splitting the earth.

Ye Chen embodied eternity, his battle intent invincible.

Tian Dao controlled the rules, governing the cosmos.

The entire universe transformed into two realms: one of light, where all things revived and every flower, grass, tree, and wood seemed vibrantly alive; and one of darkness, where mountains of corpses piled high and rivers of blood flowed. The two realms collided repeatedly, every thread of light bringing destruction, overturning the rules and shattering the cosmos.

Because of their battle, the universe crumbled time and again.

Fight!

The Hun Dun Ding roared, burning like fierce flames. Its once massive and sturdy body was now covered in sword scars, having been cleaved countless times, yet it stubbornly held on with its eternity. As Ye Chen's cauldron, in this final war, it absolutely could not disgrace its master.

Buzz!

The Zhu Xian Jian trembled with a sharp ring, not faring much better.

It had underestimated that cauldron, just as it had underestimated the cauldron's master—a Roach that refused to die. It had lost count of how many times it had shattered the cauldron, yet it could not destroy it completely. Looking at its own sword body, it too was etched with cracks, all from collisions with the Hun Dun Ding.

"Suppress."

The Zhu Xian Jian snorted coldly, multiplying into thousands of swords that formed the Zhu Xian Jian array. Countless sword shadows and sword energy stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, tearing the universe into deep fissures.

Bang! Clang!

The Hun Dun Ding was trapped in the array, crashing about wildly. Its already damaged body gained more gashes from the swords, each mark glowing with colorful eerie light that carved into its form and ravaged its foundations. In an instant, it nearly disintegrated.

"Extinguish."

The Zhu Xian Jian swung its sword from afar, sending billions of divine swords slashing down.

"Break."

The Hun Dun Ding bellowed, its body shaking violently and dispelling the killing intent invading it. It then arranged the Dun Jia Tian characters around itself, shattering the billions of sword energies.

Zing!

The true Zhu Xian Jian charged in, its sword delivering devastating blows and piercing straight through the great cauldron.

"Come in here."

The Hun Dun Ding roared, forcibly dragging the Zhu Xian Jian into its inner world. Inside, eternal laws danced, immortal forces intertwined, and terrifying thunder raged, all channeling destructive refining power. Its master excelled at refinement, so how could his life-bound weapon be any weaker?

"Open, open for me!"

The Zhu Xian Jian went berserk, slashing the inner realm to pieces. From outside, the Hun Dun Ding's body cracked open repeatedly but stubbornly refused to break, relentlessly refining as the sword's dazzling seven-colored light was extinguished over and over.

This was a strategy of mutual destruction—hurting the enemy at the cost of self-damage.

Only this way could it destroy that sword of the supreme heavens meant for slaughtering immortals.

The Zhu Xian Jian grew afraid, becoming even more frenzied.

However, it had underestimated the Hun Dun Ding's resilience, much like its master, who possessed an unbreakable will. Even with its body riddled with holes, it strained to maintain itself, suppressing with eternity.

"Break for me."

The Zhu Xian Jian went mad, buzzing as it shattered half its own body.

More precisely, it was a sacrifice.

In exchange, it gained destructive power, slicing open the Hun Dun Ding and leaping out from within. It rose to the ethereal peaks, then swung back down, forming a seven-colored immortal river that split the void and exploded with chaotic light.

"The fortunes of the heavens, eternally vast."

The Hun Dun Ding roared hoarsely, dragging its shattered body upward against the heavens. The surrounding Tian characters engraved themselves onto its body, enhancing its eternity as it dominated the skies and earth.

Bang!

Sword and cauldron clashed head-on, shattering the void and collapsing the cosmos.

Crack!

The Zhu Xian Jian broke apart, its seven-colored fragments scattering across the universe.

Ah!

It howled in fury and resentment—it was the sword of the supreme heavens, undying and eternal, yet in a battle of equals, it had been shattered by an ant's artifact.

Crack!

The damaged Hun Dun Ding trembled with a buzz and exploded.

"Boss, you have to win."

The Hun Dun Ding's voice was hoarse and faint, barely audible. It tried desperately to reform its body and aid its master in battle, but it lacked the strength. Its fragments, one by one, lost their glow in the fall, like chunks of scrap metal plummeting into the icy depths of Jiu You.