Chapter 1727: The Zhou Tian Ancestor
Back in the final battle of the Divine Glory Tournament, when Yun Che fought against Luo Changsheng, it was by burning the Crimson Flame that he first turned the tide, and made everyone remember this terrifying flame that almost transcended the laws.
And now, the Dark Demonic Flame that incinerated Taiyu Venerable into nothingness in just a few breaths—its shock value was a million times greater than back then.
It also made people recall in terror that Yun Che, eight years ago, had only just begun to show his edge at the Divine Glory Assembly among the younger generation, and had only just entered the Divine Spirit Realm.
Back then, even a single word of praise from Zhou Tian was something all young cultivators envied, a glory enough to last a lifetime.
Now that he has returned, he annihilates the bloodbath of Zhou Tian with a mere snap of his fingers.
The Eternal Calamity Demonic Flame—born from the fusion of the supreme fire law of the Evil God's Divine Power and the supreme darkness law of the Dark Eternal Calamity—a bizarre demonic flame that stands above all fire laws.
Back then, he needed a considerable amount of time to ignite the Crimson Flame. Now, he can instantly summon the Eternal Calamity Demonic Flame, whose power far surpasses the Crimson Flame.
If Taiyu Venerable were at his peak, Yun Che would not have an easy time defeating him. But under the condition of exhausted oil and burnt-out lamp, the momentum of his charge did not even cause the slightest intimidation or threat to Yun Che and Qianye Ying'er. Instead, he became a stepping stone for Yun Che to display his world-shaking demonic might.
In the dead silence, Yan San suddenly let out a strange howl: "Our master's demonic might covers the world, unrivaled in the chaos! A mere Guardian dares to touch our master's scales—how utterly reckless! Bwahahahaha!"
After the peak of terror came a wild laugh like a hellish ghost, and the entire world grew cold and eerie in silence.
"Tai...yu..."
Zhou Xuzi and Taiyu Venerable had supported each other for ten thousand years, their bond deep. Watching Taiyu Venerable vanish in such a degrading manner, Zhou Xuzi's already ashen eyes lost all color again.
By his side, the three Guardians who had been guarding him stopped in their tracks.
All the Guardians left to guard the Zhou Tian Realm had fallen. Even if they rushed back at full speed now, they would only find a broken ruin.
"Master..." They looked at the Zhou Tian Divine Emperor, faces marked with unprecedented gloom and despair.
Why are the demons of the Northern Domain so terrifying? This is not what they knew—completely different!
Why has Yun Che, who once could only flee for his life under their pursuit, become so powerful in just a few years? The strongest among them, Taiyu Venerable, died at his hands without even leaving ashes.
It's over...
Is Zhou Tian completely finished...
...
North of the Eastern Divine Realm, Yin Xue Realm.
Among the northernmost realms, the demons invaded the earliest, and now they are all in great chaos. Only Yin Xue Realm remains cold and calm.
In the Bing Huang God Sect, all the Bing Huang disciples stand in the wind and snow, staring blankly at the figure in the projection—familiar yet utterly alien.
Could he really be... Senior Brother Yun Che, who once studied under their Bing Huang God Sect?
"Brother... Yun, how did he become so powerful... so terrifying?" a young female Bing Huang disciple said tremblingly.
Beside her, Mu Feixue turned her eyes faintly and whispered, "Terrifying? Aren't those who forced him to this state the truly terrifying ones?"
With that, she turned around, walked silently through the snow, and her figure soon vanished into the snow.
The Bing Huang disciples were stunned for a long time... In their perception, Mu Feixue was extremely cold and indifferent, rarely speaking a sentence in a whole year.
Elsewhere, Mu Bingyun slowly closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh.
Sister, if it were you, how would you face him like this...
At that moment, the Ice Phoenix Jade on her chest flashed with icy light, and a somewhat urgent voice came through: "Reporting to the Sect Master, cultivators from neighboring star realms have realized that the demons will not attack our Yin Xue Realm. Countless foreign cultivators and arcane boats are flooding in, and riots have broken out repeatedly at the borders."
"I understand." Mu Bingyun replied calmly. She was not surprised by this situation at all.
...
Boom rumble rumble rumble!
The entire Zhou Tian domain began to tremble suddenly. The myriad clouds in the sky scattered, a storm swept through, and an ancient, vast majesty descended from the heavens, as if from the distant past, dominating all lives.
The unusual tremor and aura abruptly halted the brutal slaughter in Zhou Tian, and once again drew the gaze of countless people across the Eastern Divine Realm.
Yun Che and Qianye Ying'er's eyes narrowed at the same time.
The tallest tower in the entire Divine Realm—the Zhou Tian Tower, which pierced three thousand miles into the sky—was shaking. A distant pressure approached rapidly, gradually becoming as tangible as if pressing directly on everyone's hearts and souls, making their whole bodies suddenly feel a reverent urge to kneel and submit.
High in the sky, reddened by blood mist, a pair of eyes slowly opened.
They seemed like human eyes, calm and divine. The moment their gaze shone down, it was like a holy light caressing the world, quickly erasing the violence, killing intent, and fear from everyone's hearts.
Far away in the Eastern Domain space, Zhou Xuzi's limp body slowly straightened. His arm trembled as he raised it toward the sky, his face streaming with tears of grief, and he cried out in a sorrowful voice: "An...cestor!"
Thud!
On the blood-soaked land of Zhou Tian, one by one, Zhou Tian disciples knelt deeply. They wanted to shout, but one after another, they choked with sobs.
Their last hope had finally appeared, but they could not feel a trace of joy. Their eyes were filled only with blood and bones, their hearts only despair.
"Yun Che, stop."
A ethereal voice descended from the sky—an old woman's voice, like ancient Brahmanic chants, like the vast waves of ten thousand miles.
The moment the voice came down, the souls of all beings in the Eastern Domain seemed to be silently purified. The fierce battle and killing intent eased. Everyone involuntarily looked up to the sky, wanting to listen to that world-shaking sound.
The Zhou Tian Pearl Spirit.
All the world knew of its existence. As the only Mystic Heaven Supreme Treasure to have appeared in the world, it was also considered the sole existence worthy of the name "god spirit."
In the perception of the world—including most Zhou Tian disciples—this was its first appearance before humans.
With its manifestation, its divine spirit voice sounded, and what it cast down was an overwhelming spiritual pressure that transcended everything.
At that moment, the beings of the Eastern Domain, in a daze, seemed to truly see the descent of an ancient true god. A feeling of insignificance and lowliness arose from the depths of their souls. Their eyes stared blankly upward, and their whole bodies surged with the urge to kneel and worship.
Facing the god spirit's eyes that had appeared in the world, Yun Che slightly raised his eyes but did not turn around. There was not even a hint of reverence on his face. He spoke slowly, his voice cold and mocking: "Just a mere Zhou Tian Pearl spirit, and before this Demon Lord, you dare to speak down from on high? Get down here!"
The god spirit had appeared, yet Yun Che dared to be so arrogant and harsh.
All beings of the Eastern Domain were stunned. Zhou Xuzi's eyes bulged, and he was so angry and resentful that he nearly fainted again.
Yun Che's words made the god spirit's eyes in the sky slightly contract, as if surprised that even in the face of its appearance, Yun Che was still this wild.
Yun Che smirked, his gaze turning dark. Golden flames suddenly ignited on his body, and then a golden radiance shone down from the sky. A golden blazing sun appeared!
Then came a second, a third... until nine suns hung in the sky, golden light dazzling.
Nine Suns Heavenly Wrath!
Under the golden flame's radiance, the people of Zhou Tian felt as if they had fallen into a fiery hell. Their bodies were in extreme pain, the earth gradually turned black and scorched, and the pools of blood rose with an intensely pungent blood smoke.
Just the flame's radiance alone was like this. If the nine suns descended, it was unimaginable what kind of fiery hell the Zhou Tian Divine Realm would become.
"Get... down... here!"
Yun Che commanded again.
In the scorching silence, a faint sigh was heard. The god spirit's eyes in the sky slowly closed.
A moment later, a misty, illusory figure appeared directly below.
Yun Che waved his hand, and the flame's radiance scattered. He finally turned around to look at the figure in his sight... The figure was very faint, as if it would dissipate with a breeze, but one could vaguely make out an old woman's silhouette.
Above the figure rippled a unique divine spirit aura, though thin and faint, far less clear and pure than He Ling's, yet it was enough to be a special existence that stood above all beings.
"Heh," Yun Che laughed lowly, his brows lowering. "You held out for so long before coming out. I thought you were planning to keep your turtle head tucked in forever. Tsk."
Being the Zhou Tian Pearl spirit, it had never been treated with such disrespect and foul language.
It did not get angry. The divine spirit voice sounded again: "Yun Che, you have committed such sins. Are you not afraid of the punishment of the Heavenly Dao?"
Heavenly Dao. Again, damn Heavenly Dao.
Yun Che smiled, a very cold smile. He stepped forward, actually approaching the awe-inspiring Zhou Tian Pearl spirit: "Heavenly Dao? What the hell is that? And what the hell are you?!"
"During the Crimson Calamity, when the Demon Emperor returned to the world, where was Heavenly Dao? Where were you?!"
"When I saved the worlds, saved all living beings, where was Heavenly Dao? Where were you?!"
"When I saved the world and was abandoned by it, when my family was destroyed and I fell into the abyss, where was Heavenly Dao? Where were you?!"
Yun Che stepped closer, his gaze cold, each word piercing the soul: "Before the calamity, you did not show yourself. When Zhou Tian took the lead in hiding my deeds of saving the world and instead hunted me down with all their might, you didn't even fart!"
"And now you jump out to talk to me about Heavenly Dao? Hahahaha!"
Yun Che threw his head back and laughed wildly, his eyes like a demonic abyss. Facing this world-dominating god spirit, he had no respect—only deep contempt and disdain: "What do you think you are, to lecture me?!"
"..." The Zhou Tian god spirit was silent.
Yes, it found itself with nothing to say.
And across the Eastern Divine Realm, countless cultivators were at a loss, looking at each other in confusion.
What Demon Emperor returning to the world? What saving all worlds?
What is this terrifying demon Yun Che talking about!?
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[Short. Tomorrow long.]