Chapter 894: Indiscriminate Replication

Zheng!

The deathly silent Wu Wang Da Ze was stirred into a stormy sea by the black Ye Chen's deadly sword strike.

Both Wan Jian Gui Yi and Feng Shen Jue were ultimate single-target attacks, their power overwhelmingly dominant. The technique known as Wan Jian Feng Shen combined these two divine abilities using the Chaos Wuji Dao, multiplying their force to create a devastating power that could crush anything in its path, making it the pinnacle of killing techniques.

Only when facing Wan Jian Feng Shen did Ye Chen truly grasp its terror. Even he had to temporarily evade its edge, unwilling to clash head-on.

This scene carried a mocking irony.

He was Ye Chen, yet here he was, forced to flee like a stray dog by his own self and his own secret techniques.

Zheng!

The black Ye Chen's killing sword hummed as he advanced like a streak of light, closing in step by step, intent on delivering a fatal blow without any mercy.

Ye Chen furrowed his brow. Though his speed was quick, the black Ye Chen was on the same level as him in every way, including speed. He knew all too well that dodging this lethal strike would be nearly impossible.

Tai Xu Dong!

In a flash, he halted and formed a seal with one hand, invoking the secret technique of the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon to defuse the crisis.

Pu!

The black Ye Chen's deadly sword struck precisely, piercing into the Tai Xu Dong.

However, the immense power of Wan Jian Feng Shen proved too much; the Tai Xu Dong shattered on the spot. Even Ye Chen suffered backlash, staggering backward.

Weng!

Space trembled as the black Ye Chen closed in, launching Kang Long Ba Huang—a combined strike of Kang Long and Ba Huang Fist.

Ye Chen steadied himself abruptly and charged forward instead of retreating. His golden fist fused Kang Long and Ba Huang Fist in an instant, blasting through space.

Hong!

Their fists collided with a thunderous boom. Centered on the point of impact, a visible shockwave rippled outward, churning the recently calmed sea into massive black waves once more.

Pu!

Ye Chen's fist exploded, sending blood and bone fragments flying, his vital energy surging chaotically as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The black Ye Chen was also heavily wounded, his fist cracking open, though he too spat blood. Shockingly, his injuries healed in an instant, matching Ye Chen's own recovery ability.

Zheng!

Ye Chen struck back with Feng Shen Jue and Wan Jian Gui Yi, blending intent and thought, speed and force. His form was like the wind, swift as lightning, his sword piercing through the void.

The black Ye Chen reacted swiftly, clasping his hands together and rapidly forming seals.

Hong!

With a roar from the void, the outer Dao manifestations of the Chaos World erupted. Ye Chen's overwhelming assault was completely neutralized, his momentum stripped away as the Chaos phenomena pressed him off-balance.

"So it can even replicate the Dao principles," Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, stepping back swiftly, for the black Ye Chen was already unleashing the Chaos World to dominate from above, stirring up massive waves in Wu Wang Da Ze once more.

Outer Dao Manifestation, activate!

Ye Chen invoked the Chaos World as well, knowing he had no other choice to withstand the attack.

Instantly, the two vibrant Chaos Worlds added a touch of vitality to the dark and desolate Wu Wang Da Ze.

What followed was a series of earth-shattering booms as the two Chaos Worlds collided, shattering the virtual sky. Thunder raged wildly, cascading like waterfalls and stirring up enormous waves on the sea with every bolt.

Demon Path, activate!

Ye Chen activated the Demon Path, his combat power soaring.

But the black Ye Chen synchronized perfectly, instantly demonizing as well. Demonic aura billowed skyward, accompanied by radiant Buddhist light, embodying saint, demon, and Buddha in equal measure, identical to Ye Chen.

Is this truly unconditional replication?

Ye Chen's face darkened. If it only copied combat power and divine abilities, that would be one thing, but replicating Dao principles and the Demon Path as well was disastrous news. The black Ye Chen was essentially himself—defeating an equal in level, strength, Dao principles, and secret techniques seemed impossible.

And that wasn't all; there was something even more frustrating.

The black Ye Chen fought like a puppet, feeling no pain, driven only by endless attacks. His sole goal appeared to be executing Ye Chen right there in Wu Wang Da Ze.

Worse still, the most troublesome aspect was Wu Wang Da Ze's devouring force.

After their exchanges, Ye Chen clearly felt his essence, true yuan, soul power, and bloodline energy being constantly drained away. This was indiscriminate consumption; a prolonged battle would leave him depleted.

"This is even worse than the Desert Forbidden Land," Ye Chen wiped the fresh blood from his mouth and retreated rapidly, his mind racing to find a way to counter it.

Weng!

Opposite him, the black Ye Chen attacked again, summoning a golden hand that blotted out the sky. It was wreathed in Dao principles and brimming with origin energy, each strand as heavy as a mountain.

Break for me!

Ye Chen cleaved through the massive seal with a strike, then flipped his palm to strike at the black Ye Chen, only to have it pierced by a punch from him.

Immortal Fire Dao Body, manifest!

Heavenly Thunder Dao Body, manifest!

Ye Chen immediately summoned his two Dao bodies, intending to use the San Qing Fu Mo Array to slay the black Ye Chen.

But he had miscalculated. At the black Ye Chen's side, two figures also materialized—one blazing with fierce flames, the other crackling with raging thunder. Upon closer inspection, they were unmistakably the Immortal Fire Dao Body and the Heavenly Thunder Dao Body.

"So it can even replicate them," Ye Chen said, his expression grave as blood overflowed from his mouth once more.

At this point, he fully understood the terror of Wu Wang Da Ze. Anything not belonging here—be it people, weapons, or divine abilities—would be copied exactly, including every aspect like combat power and secret techniques.

He retreated, withdrawing his two Dao bodies.

He didn't summon Zi Xuan to help, knowing that if she appeared, a copy of her would as well. His situation wouldn't improve in the slightest.

Bang! Hong! Bang!

From then on, Wu Wang Da Ze grew extraordinarily turbulent.

The black Ye Chen pressed forward relentlessly, giving Ye Chen no chance to catch his breath, pursuing him wherever he went. It was as if the black Ye Chen never tired, unleashing world-shaking divine abilities that forced Ye Chen to fight back.

In the dark sky and the deathly sea, the two engaged in a spectacular battle.

It was a grand spectacle. Ye Chen burned his vital energy and bloodline power, boosting his combat strength with every increment, and the black Ye Chen matched him perfectly, their enhancements perfectly synchronized.

They fought like war gods, both mastering numerous secret techniques and exuding an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers. Their clash shattered the heavens and earth, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

While the battle raged fiercely here, the Pan Long Sea Domain outside Wu Wang Da Ze was equally lively.

"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!"

The Pan Long Sea Domain echoed with thunderous roars of anger.

Indeed, Shi Xue Yan Luo and his group were cursing up a storm, each one shouting louder than the last, their fury wave upon wave.

With so many people—hundreds of thousands of cultivators—and such a massive force that had driven the Heavenly Court Holy Lord into Wu Wang Da Ze, they had been completely outmaneuvered by a single spiritual artifact. They hadn't even realized how the Chaos Divine Cauldron had slipped away.

In particular, those whose natal weapons had been damaged by the Chaos Divine Cauldron were fuming with rage.

Now that the cauldron had escaped, they had lost out twice over. They hadn't divided the divine cauldron, and they'd sacrificed their own divine weapons in the process. The loss left everyone aching all over.

Shi Xue Yan Luo was the angriest of all. That magnificent cauldron could have been his to study back at Shi Xue Hall, but due to pressure from all sides, he'd been forced to hand it over for division. In the end, he hadn't even gotten a scrap.

His face twisted into a grotesque expression, his eyes gleaming with cold light as he glared at Xue Ling Laozu and the others. If not for them, the Chaos Divine Cauldron would already be his.

Under his gaze, Xue Ling Laozu and his companions immediately bristled, their eyes flashing with hostility as well. They were already seething with frustration—did he really think they were push overs?

Thus, the atmosphere in the Pan Long Sea Domain grew oppressively tense. Even the roaring waves seemed to freeze, while chilling winds swept in, carrying a frosty edge. The hundreds of thousands of cultivators teetered on the brink of all-out war.