Chapter 2691: I Want to Be the Lord of Ten Realms
The Ten Realms Battle was the greatest event in the past hundred thousand years between the Heavenly Court and Hell, bringing together the most top-tier experts of the mortal world from both sides—a true gathering of dragons.
Today, the final battle arrived, drawing the attention of countless eyes.
Que and Yin Yuanchen were both Eon-level geniuses, and their clash would surely be celebrated for millennia.
What defined an Eon-level genius?
It was a figure who could only appear once every twelve thousand nine hundred and six hundred years in an eon, or perhaps not even once—such a person could be called an Eon-level genius.
Yet in this era, with its convergence of storms and legends, several Eon-level geniuses had emerged.
Alongside the rise of these Eon-level geniuses, a host of Eon-level representative figures had risen like a swarm of heroes, contending for supremacy across the world, shining like countless stars in the sky. A grand era of picturesque landscapes, beautiful women, and passionate songs lay before their eyes.
Those who could stir the winds and clouds in this great age, stepping over the bones of heroes to become the ultimate victors, would surely be celebrated in later ages.
Future cultivators would yearn to hear tales of heroes and beauties, unparalleled legends, and myths spanning past and present.
Clearly, the Ten Realms Battle would be the most brilliant chapter in recording this great era. Today's battle between Que and Yin Yuanchen would be the most vivid stroke in that chapter.
Above the Guixu Sea, divine suns like furnaces appeared.
Their light blazed hot, illuminating heaven and earth.
Gods stood atop these divine suns, gazing down at the blood-red sea below. The sea surface shimmered like amber, with warships sailing in from all directions.
"Splash!"
Giant waves churned as the sacred realm experts of the Destiny Temple drove a treasure-blue ancient warship forward.
On the warship, the Fate Divine Maiden was cold as ice, the First Strong of the Judgment Hall, Zhuo Yunong, exuded murderous intent, the Death God Venerable's disciple, Xue Tu, radiated dominance, and Que remained mysterious, like a shadow.
Besides them, several high priests of the Destiny Temple appeared, and a sacred army followed behind the warship, like a hundred thousand ghostly soldiers treading on black clouds.
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A red turtle, hundreds of miles long, carried a magnificent temple, swimming from another direction.
Nan Sheng, the representative of the Death God Temple, stood outside the temple's gate.
Flanking him were nearly a hundred Undying Clan Supreme Realm Great Saints, including beauties like Yuanshu Zhenhuang and withered old men like bones, all exuding powerful auras.
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Lan Ying stood alone atop a demon mountain built from piled corpses, at its peak, exuding arrogance, his gaze sweeping disdainfully as he descended. The mountain pressed into the water, shaking the sea.
When the water calmed, the mountain had become a bone-white island.
Cultivators from the Green Deer Temple caught up from behind, standing around the demon mountain like stars surrounding the moon.
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The ten great tribes of the Undying Blood Clan, the seven divine kingdoms of the Rakshasa Clan, the twenty-four divine temples of the Shura Clan, the twelve bone seas of the Bone Clan, the nine ghost cities of the Ghost Clan... all major forces of the ten clans of Hell sent representatives, each a titan dominating their region.
They gathered around their clans' banner figures, such as the Ghost Clan's "Yuan," the Shura Clan's "Lan Ying," the Rakshasa Clan's "Guye Jing," the Yama Clan's "Yan Wushen" and "Yan Yu"...
On the Heavenly Court side, immortal mountains, ancient cities, and jade halls flew in, with major figures from all realms arriving. However, most cultivators from the ancient civilization factions did not come to the Wuding Divine Sea.
Before the battle began, some Great Saints from both sides were already shouting insults across the sea.
Some charged out, fighting and killing on the vast sea, leaving behind corpses.
But these were minor skirmishes.
The true sacred realm giants had not acted, knowing well who the protagonists of today were.
Xiang Chunan rode a strange beast shaped like an antelope, standing on the edge of an immortal mountain, his thousand-mile eyes searching the Hell camp.
"No need to look; he's not there," Qing Sixue said from beside him.
Xiang Chunan withdrew his gaze and said, "I still find it hard to believe that Brother Shu is Big Brother. If he really is Big Brother, why didn't he tell me? Does he not trust me?"
Qing Sixue said coldly, "If I were him, I wouldn't reveal my identity to you either. With your personality, it's too easy to expose flaws. You must understand, his opponents at the time were Shang Zihong and Yin Yuanchen—were either of them easy to deal with? The slightest mistake would mean certain death."
Xiang Chunan scratched his head, unable to refute.
"For now, we can't confirm that Shu Qianchi is Zhang Ruochen. After all, it's all rumors spread by the Paradise Realm cultivators, with no solid evidence," Qing Sixue said.
Xiang Chunan said, "I hope it's true. Whether fighting alongside Big Brother or Brother Shu, it's a joy in life."
The cultivators of the Dragon Realm stood on a divine ship forged from a dragon corpse, with Ao Yi, Ao Xukong, and Linglong Xianzi among them.
Ao Xukong's eyes gleamed with excitement as he grew animated, saying, "I wonder, among the Eon-level representative figures, who is stronger between Que and Yin Yuanchen? They say Que's sword path and void path are unmatched in the world."
"I'm more curious about the combat power an Eon-level genius can reach. How much higher is it than Yan Yu?" Ao Yi said.
Days earlier, Ao Yi had fought for the Heavenly Court but lost to the Hell's Eon-level representative figure, Yan Yu.
Linglong Xianzi lacked their intense battle spirit and excitement, her beautiful eyes searching the Hell camp. She, too, was curious whether Shu Qianchi was Zhang Ruochen.
Amid the deafening clamor and the expectant gazes of cultivators from all sides, Yin Yuanchen was the first to let out a long roar, riding a patch of gray ancient witch-god clouds down to the center of the sea.
His posture was outstanding, his spirit elegant, and his gaze fixed on the ancient warship where the Destiny Temple cultivators were gathered. He called out, "Que, won't you show yourself? In today's battle, let me see just how remarkable the void path is!"
As this voice rang out, countless sacred dao rules surged from Yin Yuanchen's body, covering a sea area ten thousand miles wide. The seawater boiled, bubbling up like washbasin-sized bubbles.
This was the power of the Burning Heaven All Heavens!
Though he had not yet struck, such momentum already made the sacred realm experts present tremble with fear.
"Shua! Shua! Shua..."
A black afterimage appeared on the sea, constantly shifting forms, closing in on Yin Yuanchen.
Even many Supreme Realm Great Saints and the vast majority of cultivators present could not see the flickering shadow.
Only when Que stopped opposite Yin Yuanchen did they realize the two Eon-level geniuses were already locked in a clash of momentum.
"Finally, I can witness an Eon-level genius duel firsthand," many cultivators thought, their hearts racing faster than the participants themselves, more excited and passionate.
The Eon-level representative figures or quasi-Eon-level representative figures present held their breath, watching without blinking. They, too, wanted to see the style of an Eon-level genius and compare their own shortcomings.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
A sub-divine-level warship sped forward, charging into the battle circle between Yin Yuanchen and Que.
The battle circle, covering ten thousand miles, was filled with the sacred dao rules of Yin Yuanchen and Que. Who could just barge in? Doing so would trigger their momentum and invite deadly disaster.
"What kind of person is this, so bold as to disrupt the Ten Realms Battle? Do they want to die?" cultivators from all sides exclaimed.
But some saw Zhang Ruochen standing on the sub-divine-level warship, and they grew restless.
This time, Zhang Ruochen did not use his spiritual power to conceal his appearance.
"Boom!"
Both the Heavenly Court cultivators and the Hell ghosts erupted in chaos.
The news that Zhang Ruochen was still alive had only been a rumor, with few having seen him in person. Now, his public appearance caused an immense stir.
"Who is this? Everyone seems so shocked?" a young Great Saint, only a few hundred years old, asked.
An elder beside him recovered from his shock and sighed, "You don't know him, but you've surely heard his name. He once defeated Que and killed Yan Wushen—the most dazzling figure of the era a thousand years ago."
"Grandfather means Zhang Ruochen? Isn't he dead? What is he doing on the Ten Realms Battlefield?"
"Who knows? Perhaps there's an even more exciting show to come."
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The sub-divine-level warship's intrusion into the battlefield triggered the sacred dao rules of Que and Yin Yuanchen, breaking the delicate balance of their momentum.
When top experts clashed, no mistake could be allowed; their spirits had to remain highly focused.
With the momentum broken, their taut nerves reacted instantly, and they struck almost simultaneously.
But not at each other—at the point where the momentum was broken, which was the sub-divine-level warship where Zhang Ruochen stood.
"Chi chi!"
In the void, countless sacred dao rules intertwined, drawing in the power of heaven and earth, forming two figures of Yin Yuanchen and Que. These two figures erupted with incredible speed, attacking the sub-divine-level warship, leaving two trails of light across the sky.
Zhang Ruochen stood motionless on the warship, but a figure condensed above his head, shooting out like a meteor, both palms striking out.
"Boom!"
The figures of Yin Yuanchen and Que collided with Zhang Ruochen's two palms.
The sea sank, forming a basin.
"Bang!"
After a moment of stalemate, all three figures shattered, causing the stable space of the Wuding Divine Sea to tremble violently, with countless hair-thin space cracks appearing.
Having broken their momentum, Zhang Ruochen laughed, "I saw you two staring each other down for so long without acting, and I couldn't wait any longer. I thought you might not be interested in the Three-Life Realm."
"But I am."
"How about I take the role of arena master in this battle? If your strength is mediocre and your cultivation insufficient, and you lose to me, then the Three-Life Realm should be mine, right?"
Que and Yin Yuanchen both fixed their gazes on Zhang Ruochen, sharp as knives and swords.
Nan Sheng was overjoyed, intending to provoke Que and Yin Yuanchen's killing intent, using them to eliminate Zhang Ruochen. He laughed loudly, "Zhang Ruochen, your arrogance knows no bounds! You dare say their strength is mediocre and their cultivation insufficient? They are Eon-level geniuses, representing invincibility below the divine realm—how can you judge them?"
Zhang Ruochen smiled, looking around, "You misunderstand! I'm not targeting just the two of them. I'm targeting everyone here. In truth, you all have mediocre strength and insufficient cultivation, not worth my notice. Defeating all of you is no great feat."
Zhang Ruochen pointed one by one at Yan Wushen, Nan Sheng, Yuan, Lan Ying, Xue Tu, Guye Jing, Yan Yu, Qing Sixue, Shang Zihong, Ao Yi... seemingly silently naming everyone who had participated in the Ten Realms Battle.
He said, "I came to Guixu, to the Ten Realms Battlefield, not just for a single Three-Life Realm. I want all ten realms! They are mine. I will be the Lord of the Ten Realms!"
"This is my Ten Realms Battle Declaration. Who among you dares to accept the challenge? Those who dare not, stop disgracing yourselves here and get lost immediately. From now on, when you hear my name, retreat a hundred thousand miles, and when you see my true form, kneel and beg for mercy."
As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen threw out a scroll, formally issuing a battle declaration to all the proud talents present.
Zhang Ruochen was not truly arrogant; he did this deliberately, and he had no choice.
First, he had to push himself this way, perhaps to break through the barrier of two eons and enter the Supreme Realm.
If he missed today's opportunity, when would the next come?
In the past, Bai Qinger had created a chaotic world on her own to reach the realm she desired, making countless preparations. Zhang Ruochen did not want to go through such trouble.
Second, Zhang Ruochen had to seize the ten realms and become their lord, accumulating capital to contend with the Heavenly Court and Hell.
The Ten Realms Battle was now Zhang Ruochen's Ten Realms Battle.
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There is another chapter today.