Chapter 3252: The Real Extinction?

In the vast universe, light permeated the twilight.

The cosmos was shattered, severely damaged by the great wars, and difficult to mend.

Sheng Mo Yu.

E Mo Yu.

Tian Mo Yu.

The once desolate heavens and earth were now covered in white snow, with countless people establishing sects and schools. The heritage of all living beings would continue through the ages.

There was an eternal elegy.

The snow kept falling, having lasted a full ten thousand years.

The offerings from all living beings had not ceased for ten thousand years.

Yet, the person named Ye Chen had still not returned.

On Yu Nu Feng, the snow was pure and glistening.

At the summit stood a statue of Ye Chen, draped in a cloak sewn by his wives themselves, wishing him warmth and a safe journey home.

"Open up three mu of land and plant ten li of peach blossoms."

"Do not concern ourselves with worldly affairs or cultivation in the mortal realm."

They spoke as if in a trance, murmuring these words for a full ten thousand years. These were the promises Ye Chen had once made: once the world was at peace, they would retreat to the mountains, living simply as ordinary people, rising with the sun and resting at dusk.

Now, light bathed the human world.

But he had become an eternal memory.

Better to betray the world than to betray you.

He had lived up to all living beings, but not to his wives and children.

They would wait still, until the snow stopped, until the end of time.

Ah!

Sighs echoed everywhere.

Looking across the mortal realm, all lovers were reunited, every family whole and harmonious.

Only on Yu Nu Feng was the Tenth Emperor of Da Chu absent.

In the end, the Sheng Ti defeated the heavens, and the world no longer had eternal immortals.

He was the eternal one, the only eternal.

There would be a legend that lived on because of him.

Boom! Rumble!

The silence of the myriad domains was finally broken by thunderous roars.

Everyone rose to their feet.

But alas, it was not him.

In the starry sky, Tian Jie of the Da Di level unfolded—someone was defying the heavens to prove their dao.

It was Xiong Er.

After ten thousand years, that fellow had finally taken that step.

The people of the world showed great understanding.

They gave him a resounding title: Er Di.

"Xiong Er has become an emperor—when the hell are you coming back?"

In front of a statue, Xie Yun grumbled and poured out a cup of turbid wine.

"Xuan Zu, who is he?"

At Xie Yun's side stood a two- or three-year-old child, lively and inquisitive.

"He is called Ye Chen."

"The sect leader of Heng Yue, the emperor of Da Chu, the commander of all living beings."

"Proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and even deception and trickery."

"He was a shameless person."

As Xie Yun spoke, he began to cry, tears streaming down his face.

Ten thousand years had passed.

He now had great-grandchildren, and many others had families full of descendants. The legend of Da Chu's Tenth Emperor had been told countless times to later generations, yet they could never wait for that person to return.

"Come back to me."

At the misty peak's summit, Shen Zun let out a low roar, trying to pull Ye Chen back to the mortal world.

He attempted this every few centuries.

The reason for the intervals was that each try resulted in backlash—a terrifying hidden injury that ignored eternity, even requiring a Huang Di a hundred years to recover.

This time was even more devastating; half of his emperor body was obliterated.

Equally devastated was the Nu Di.

Over ten thousand years, the two had exhausted all their ancient splendor and tried countless methods, all in hopes of reviving Ye Chen. But their abilities were limited, and both were gravely wounded.

"Has he really been buried and extinguished?"

The Nu Di murmured, still unable to find any trace of him.

"He has never disappointed all living beings."

Shen Zun staggered forward, his obliterated emperor body healing inch by inch with great difficulty. It was not that he lacked strength or that eternity was incomplete; it was because what he did was forbidden, inviting forbidden backlash. And the Sheng Ti Ye Chen was that eternal taboo.

"Ye Chen."

Calls echoed throughout the vast universe, followed by the sounds of drums and gongs.

It was the Xiao Yuan Huang and Kui Niu.

These brothers were truly dedicated, like night watchmen who never rested. As long as Ye Chen did not return, they would keep drumming, until the end of time.

Boom!

This call did not summon Ye Chen, but it did bring a thunderous roar.

The boom came from beyond the universe.

Everyone looked up, seeing a demonic light streak into the myriad heavens from outer space. The world was a blanket of white, making that demonic light strikingly vivid, carrying an supreme aura of slaughter, mixed with a bloody scent.

The myriad heavens were unsettled.

The vast sky rumbled because of the demonic light, collapsing in patches.

The Nu Di struck, erasing the demonic light with a palm.

Shen Zun said nothing, stepping out of the universe. That demonic light was merely a residual force; the true source was still outside, an unknown entity.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Then came the roaring sounds, like ancient thunder shaking the immortal dome of eternity. From the sound, it seemed to be a battle, a destructive one at that. Even the aftershocks made the universe tremble, leaving all in the world horrified.

Shen Zun was a Huang Di!

His opponent was likely also a Huang Di, not inferior to Shen Zun.

Boom!

The Nu Di stomped the ground, stabilizing the shaking universe.

She went out as well.

With her joining the fight, the battle grew even more massive.

The faces of all living beings turned pale.

After ten thousand years of peace, the thunderous roars made their hearts tremble, bringing an ominous premonition—as if each boom was a death knell.

"Hold the cosmos steady."

The Tianting supremes and the myriad heavens emperors all ascended to the skies.

No one went out to see, and no one could go out.

Before leaving, the Nu Di had sealed the entire universe with Huang Di-level eternal immortal arts, preventing anyone from exiting. The battle outside was beyond the reach of the supremes; even another Huang Di could not interfere, for the intruder was a Huang Di-level existence.

Outside the universe, the battle raged on.

The Nu Di and Shen Zun joined forces, their eternal light exploding across the void.

Their opponent was not humanoid.

More precisely, it was an unknown creature, pitch-black all over and covered in scales, with a massive head and two large, chaotic eyes that manifested destruction.

It was indeed at the Huang Di level.

And an extremely terrifying one at that—even with Shen Zun and the Nu Di teaming up, they could only barely suppress it. Already injured, their emperor bodies were now stained with blood.

This battle lasted an unknown number of years.

When the people of the world saw the two Huang Di again, it was thirty years later, both falling from the misty heights. Shen Zun had only half an emperor body left, and the Nu Di's yuan shen was damaged, sending her into a deep slumber.

From that day on, all living beings rarely saw the two Huang Di.

They were likely healing; both were severely wounded. Though they had slain the unknown creature, they had suffered devastating blows. The broken universe was shrouded in gloom.

The snow continued to fall without end.

Looking at those statues, the power of offerings had become vast oceans.

Ten thousand years of offerings—how immense.

Regrettably, not a trace of the Sheng Ti's spirit remained. The hope they once guarded was fading with the passage of time—it had been too long.

"Is this the eternal extinction of tian dao?"

Ren Wang murmured to himself, and Long Ye shook his head helplessly.

There was a harsh reality they were gradually accepting: that person had been completely erased by the cycles of heaven. At the tian dao level, across the entire myriad heavens, no one could reach that height—not even Shen Zun and the Nu Di.

It was all because the universe was damaged and in ruins.

Even if Ye Chen had returned the tian dao to all living beings, no one could reach his level anymore. The myriad heavens universe had regressed due to its damage, and the people here were restricted as well.

In the past, it could accommodate four Huang Di-level beings.

Now, even a third one would be difficult.

Certain past glories could only remain as legends.

Unless the universe was fully repaired.

But that was an impossible task, even more difficult than reviving Ye Chen.

"If Ye Chen were revived, everything would be possible."

Zao Hua Shen Wang stroked his beard, his words full of deeper meaning.

No one refuted this.

Ye Chen had defeated the heavens above; he was the tian dao of this universe. As a Huang Di, his existence meant more than Shen Zun or the Nu Di's. The things he could achieve, they could not. If he were revived, it would be a great fortune for this universe.

The premise, of course, was that he could be revived.