A Doomsday Heavenly Halberd pierced through the chest of Great Sage Hong Tian, splattering a string of blood flowers imbued with terrifying killing intent. The divine blood that splashed out had its divinity annihilated.
This strike inflicted unprecedented heavy damage upon Great Sage Hong Tian. His complexion turned pale, no longer brimming with heroic spirit. His jade crown shattered, his hair disheveled and wild, blood staining his battle armor, strands of hair clinging to his chest and back.
However, Great Sage Hong Tian had not been slain. On the contrary, he let out a long roar, his entire body igniting with dazzling divine radiance as he engaged in fierce combat.
But before him stood not just the initial alien realm Divine Spirit; there were three in total, standing tall within the endless space between planes, attacking together. Divine techniques surged like a tidal wave, shattering his battle armor and causing blood flowers to bloom and scatter one after another, a truly miserable sight, blood splashing across the space between planes.
It was a bleak scene. Pitiable was Great Sage Hong Tian, a supreme powerhouse among Divine Spirits, his Great Dao perfected and no longer flawed, his Dao injuries eliminated, yet he still ended up in such a state.
There was no conclusion, for it was interrupted.
He also saw some scenes from the Tian Du Continent. The interdimensional passage in the great desert of the Western Region had completely exploded. Even the fundamental laws of the Tian Du Continent could not stop it, as infinite divine might rippled forth, sweeping away all obstacles.
There, a full ten alien realm Divine Spirits were descending, standing tall in the heavens, each enveloped in a sphere of divine light, as dazzling as scorching suns. Their Divine Spirit pressure swept across all directions, reigning over the Tian Du Continent.
Furthermore, countless alien realm powerers descended, an army of thousands upon thousands, far outnumbering those on the Tian Du Continent, holding an overwhelming advantage.
The Divine Spirits of Tian Du, outnumbered, retreated beyond the interdimensional passage. One even stayed behind to cover their escape, suffering the most severe attack as they left, exploding in the heavens. Blood rain scattered across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the heavens wept blood, the great world mourned, and all under heaven grieved together.
Through the images, Ye Chen caught a glimpse of that Divine Spirit's blurred face, and his heart trembled. It was none other than the Divine Spirit Ancient Ancestor of the Jiuhua Empire, a kind and gentle elder, who had just perished in the great desert of the Western Region.
He also saw that this ancestor was not slain by others. Although he suffered terrible injuries, he did not die. In the end, he chose to end his own life. At the moment of his explosion, he dragged an alien realm Divine Spirit with him into complete annihilation of both body and spirit. The other pursuing alien realm figures were also severely injured, covering the retreat of the other Tian Du Divine Spirits.
It could be seen that the Tian Du Continent side suffered heavy casualties. The situation was completely reversed. Several Divine Spirits led the remaining powerers far into the border wastelands.
Finally, those alien realm Divine Spirits led their armies in pursuit. Infinite bloody light erupted in the border wastelands, throwing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths into chaos.
Just then, the images were also interrupted, and nothing more could be seen. The final outcome remained unknown, though it was likely bleak, something one did not wish to dwell upon.
On the King's Ancient Path, numerous young seeds witnessed these scenes. Grief filled their hearts. Although they had anticipated this to some extent, many still could not help but weep in anguish.
Among those fighting were many of their elders—their parents, their masters—all respectable individuals who had contributed everything to protect the Tian Du Continent, unwilling to submit even unto death, fighting desperately in a bloodbath.
Now, they might all have been slain. Who could not feel sorrow?
One by one, the seed figures of the Tian Du Continent wept bitterly. Pain filled their hearts, yet they were powerless. They hated that heaven did not grant them another hundred years to grow, for then they could have fought alongside their respected elders, battling the alien realm powerers in a blood-soaked struggle, instead of being forced to watch helplessly as they were now.
This was the greatest hatred—they would rather die in battle than live like this.
But they had to live on. One by one, they roared their fury at the heavens, their gazes firm, burning with a powerful desire to cultivate.
Their shoulders were no longer burden-free; they now carried the hopes of countless people from the Tian Du Continent—the hopes of their elders, of unknown predecessors, and of the lofty Divine Spirit Ancient Ancestors. They hoped that in the future, these seeds would succeed and return, carving out a bright and just world, allowing the Tian Du Continent to rise once more.
Failure was not an option!
Meanwhile, the young powerers of the alien realm laughed heartily, for their realm had finally descended completely, thoroughly reigning over the Tian Du Continent.
They were about to dominate the fate of this world.
Far in the deepest part of the King's Ancient Path, Ye Chen's heart also trembled.
Ye Chen's heart trembled as well. Both Great Sage Hong Tian and the Divine Spirit Ancient Ancestor of the Jiuhua Empire were connected to him by countless threads, both being respected elders.
The fate of Great Sage Hong Tian was unknown, and the Jiuhua Ancient Ancestor had been slain. No matter what, he could not remain calm.
"Ah!"
Ye Chen could not help but roar at the heavens, his hair flying wildly like a swarm of black dragons.
Seeing this, Xia Shuangwang sneered viciously. "Have they finally attacked? Although the creatures in this prison-like world are indeed somewhat powerful, even causing the loss of the White Tiger Envoy under the command of the Primordial Demon God, they will ultimately fall under the control of our realm."
"I advise you to surrender obediently. Otherwise, you will undoubtedly die."
"If not, this world will sooner or later fall and become part of our realm. It cannot possibly continue to exist."
Ye Chen gazed over, his entire body radiating a terrifying, unprecedented aura. The entire world seemed to tremble because of it. "I will kill you!"
Boom—
The most terrifying power erupted. Enraged, Ye Chen attacked. The nine divine halos instantly merged into one, shooting forth a beam of immortal light. Xia Shuangwang was blasted almost into pieces, falling into the passage leading to the myriad realms.
Swish—
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Chen, his heart filled with an uncontrollable, boundless rage, followed and charged in. Almost the next moment, he appeared on an ancient land permeated with primordial aura, rich in spiritual energy of heaven and earth, yet also under the suppression of heaven and earth, greatly suppressing his power and preventing him from tearing through the void.
This was the heavenly law suppression of the myriad realms, stabilizing the world and making it difficult to destroy.
"This is... the myriad realms!?"
After consuming miraculous elixirs, Xia Shuangwang arduously repaired his injured body. But seeing this scene before him, he was greatly astonished. He never expected the very end of the King's Ancient Path to have an ancient passage leading to the myriad realms. It was completely unexpected.
"Correct, this is the myriad realms. But this will also be your burial ground!"
A cold voice rang out. Xia Shuangwang's hair stood on end. He saw a heroic figure, god-like and demonic, striding over from behind, filled with terrifying, peerless pressure, invincible.
This supreme demon king had caught up. He had no thought of resisting or fighting back. That was the suspected Samsara reincarnation body of the Yuan Yao Divine King. How could he possibly contend against it?
Almost immediately, he chose to flee. Powerful as he was, he could not muster any thought of resistance. What a joke—that was the Samsara reincarnation body of an Immortal True King, awakened to past and present lives, wielding invincible divine techniques. It was impossible to contend against.
He took out a divine ship, forged in the alien realm, with speed comparable to the previous Lightning Divine Ship, though its defenses were not as solid and indestructible.
He piloted the divine ship across the primordial land, not caring if he disturbed the fearsome demonic beasts living there. Escaping with his life was paramount now.
"Trying to escape?" Ye Chen snorted coldly and gave chase. Stepping with the Reverse Void Eight Steps, his entire body condensed into a streak of golden light that shot into the sky in pursuit. He also unleashed the Great Dao Treasure Vessel Seal, firing beams of destructive light that bombarded the divine ship.
Where the divine light reached, even though the myriad realms had complete laws and heavenly suppression, making destruction difficult, vast stretches of primordial forests still turned to ash, and two mountain peaks were shattered, leaving nothing behind.
This was the power of a Young King. Even in the myriad realms, they were terrifying figures. The heavens could not completely suppress their supreme combat power, especially someone as fearsome as Ye Chen.
That divine ship had arrays of Dao marks flashing, protecting it. Yet, even so, it trembled and groaned, large sections of its protective arrays worn away, nearly disintegrating in the void.
But it ultimately stabilized. Xia Shuangwang's expression changed drastically as he piloted the ship with all his might to escape.
The two of them, one after the other, streaked across the primordial land, continuing the scene from the King's Ancient Path. But now, the situation was completely reversed, their positions swapped.
Boom—
No matter how sturdy the divine ship was, it could not withstand Ye Chen's attacks. After enduring thirty-six punches from Ye Chen, the ship's body arrays were worn away, and it completely shattered, disintegrating in the heavens. Xia Shuangwang within was severely injured, almost torn apart, covered in blood, a truly miserable sight, unprecedented.
But he used the residual force to escape like lightning, heading towards an ancient city on the primordial land to seek refuge. Otherwise, he would surely be slain by Ye Chen.
He had already sensed the presence of living beings ahead, and in considerable numbers.
As long as he successfully escaped there, relying on the alien realm's influence, he would surely receive protection.
Swish—
Xia Shuangwang fled like lightning. He saw a vast plain where two armies were engaged in battle, their numbers easily exceeding a million. Of course, most were martial artists from the mortal world; not all were cultivators. They were engaged in fierce combat and slaughter.
Rivers of blood flowed, corpses littered the ground, and a bloody aura soared to the heavens. Countless soldiers clashed with each other, the sounds of battle and slaughter unceasing.
During this, numerous cultivators also crisscrossed the battlefield, most at the Demigod Realm, with some at the Divine Transformation Realm. They fought, collided, and slaughtered with great intensity.
"Get out of the way!"
At that moment, a loud shout rang out. A terrifying figure charged in. The supreme aura of a king caused both sides in the battle to tremble in fear. This was undoubtedly a fearsome super powerhouse.
And he was very young, actually a young heaven's pride talent, extraordinary. But at this moment, he was covered in blood and fleeing, astonishing many.
"You cannot escape!"
A demonic voice resounded over the bloody battlefield, deafening to the ears.
In the distant heavens, a hazy, mysterious figure appeared, dozens or even hundreds of miles away. He hurled a pitch-black spear, which transformed into a black lightning bolt, pinning this super powerhouse to the bloody earth, rendering him immobile!