504: Chapter 504 The Heavenly Emperor (69)

Heart Sword.

Boundary Sea.

A single sword strike severed two worlds.

In the past, he only knew that the Heart Sword could sever the "heart" of all things and possessed a natural restraint against the eerie power.

But he had never deeply investigated the Origin and level of this sword.

It was the second supreme treasure of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Sword Tomb, left behind by an existence buried deep within the Guixu Sea, suspected to be above the Great Emperor level.

Suspected to be above the Great Emperor level.

Now it seemed, that evaluation was too conservative.

An existence capable of severing two worlds with a single strike—its cultivation level likely far exceeded that of a Heavenly Emperor.

It severed the entire Boundary Sea.

Completely separating the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths from the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

Ye Yun closed his eyes, deeply engraving this realization into his Divine Soul.

He could feel that his understanding of the Heart Sword was far deeper than before.

The years of quiet meditation while exiled in the Void Realm, combined with the verification from the sword mark in the Boundary Sea, caused his attainments in the Heart Sword to make a qualitative leap.

But at the same time, he was also more certain of one thing.

The Heart Sword in his hand was not complete.

The Sword Intent contained within that sword mark traversing the two worlds was unimaginably more vast than the portion he could command.

"Just how strong would a complete Heart Sword be?"

This thought flashed through his mind, then was immediately suppressed.

The urgent priority was not to pursue the complete form of the Heart Sword.

It was to go home.

Ye Yun stood up, facing the direction of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

He mobilized the Qi and blood power of his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, finding a relatively weak node on the spatial barrier by the side of the Boundary Sea.

He threw a punch.

Crack.

Space shattered, and a fissure appeared before him.

Ye Yun stepped inside.

...

The Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

This mountain range was immense, spanning tens of thousands of miles; it should have been a blessed land for cultivation.

But at this moment, it was collapsing.

Peak after peak collapsed with a roar under the impact of Law, dust and smoke shooting into the sky.

Spiritual light flashed and intersected in mid-air, the sounds of collisions between Divine Abilities and Magic Treasures rising and falling.

The armies of three Emperor Clans were locked in fierce, chaotic battle within this mountain range.

On the left, two Emperor Clans had formed a coalition army, their flags embroidered with totems of the Azure Dragon and Black Snake, attacking fiercely.

On the right, the besieged Emperor Clan relied on their Ancestral Mountain, their Mountain-Protecting Formation covered in cracks, its golden light dim and on the verge of shattering completely at any moment.

Above the Formation, an old man in blood-colored robes, clearly the Ancient Ancestor of this Emperor Clan, was currently fighting to the death, resisting the joint attack of the two Great Emperors opposite him.

His Emperor robe was mostly shredded, and he had at least five or six wounds deep enough to see bone, dripping with Emperor blood.

But he did not retreat.

Behind him were millions of his clansmen.

Retreat one step, and the clan would be exterminated.

Ye Yun hovered high in the sky, coldly sweeping his gaze over the battlefield.

Wars between Emperor Clans were not rare in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

Struggles for resources, settling old grudges, expansion of power—any of these could be a reason to start a war.

He had no intention of intervening.

Ye Clan matters were more urgent.

Ye Yun withdrew his gaze, preparing to leave.

But the moment he turned, the Heart Sword within his body instinctively trembled.

After long-term meditation during his exile, he was extremely sensitive to every bit of feedback from the Heart Sword.

The trembling of the Heart Sword meant it had sensed something.

Ye Yun stopped his steps.

He did not activate his Heavenly Eye, nor did he use his Double Pupils.

He just stood there quietly, using the perception of the Heart Sword to "listen" to the battlefield.

At first, everything was normal.

The roar of Law collisions, the fluctuations of churning Qi and blood, the aftermath of erupting Divine Abilities—these were the most common reactions when Cultivators engaged in battle.

Then he heard it.

On the core powerhouses of the two-clan coalition, in the deepest depths of their Auras, hid a trace of extremely faint Impurities.

The Impurities were hidden very deep, and could not be detected at all using ordinary Divine Thought or pupil techniques.

But the Heart Sword could sense it.

Because the Heart Sword was naturally its nemesis.

The eerie power.

Ye Yun's steps stopped completely.

His expression did not change much, but his eyes turned cold.

The leading Great Emperors of the two-clan coalition were both tainted with the eerie power.

Not possessed, but eroded.

That level of erosion would not change a person's behavior or thinking, but would imperceptibly influence their judgment and emotions.

Making them more irritable.

More greedy.

More bellicose.

Ye Yun's heart sank.

On his way back to the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, he had inquired about news from recent years.

Piecing together a rough outline from fragmented information.

After the Ye Clan disappeared, the situation in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces deteriorated rapidly.

Friction and wars between the various Emperor Clans suddenly increased, with an abnormally high frequency.

He hadn't thought much of it at the time, assuming that the Ye Clan's disappearance had caused an imbalance in the power structure.

But now he understood.

It was not an imbalance.

Someone was pushing it.

Those fallen beings that had besieged the Ye Clan initially—the forty-seven fallen Great Emperors—had not left the Three Thousand Dao Provinces after the Ye Clan was sealed.

They did not continue with large-scale, overt invasions.

They broke up into parts.

Infiltrating the various Emperor Clans of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

In that extremely covert manner, eroding the minds of core powerhouses, provoking conflicts between Emperor Clans, and triggering one seemingly "normal" war after another.

Cultivators of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces slaughtered each other, consuming each other.

While the true enemy sat in the shadows watching the show.

This was a silent strategy for world destruction.

There was no need for the fallen beings to enter the field themselves.

Just a little catalysis from the eerie power, and the Three Thousand Dao Provinces would tear themselves apart.

Ye Yun turned his head, looking back at the battlefield.

The Mountain-Protecting Formation of the besieged Emperor Clan could no longer hold.

Cracks spread to the core of the Formation, and the golden light was visibly extinguishing.

The old man in blood-colored robes was forced into a desperate situation by the joint efforts of the two Great Emperors, his Emperor weapon broken, his left arm hanging limp, the bones shattered.

His clansmen behind him let out desperate wails.

The attacks from the two coalition Great Emperors grew increasingly fierce, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Ye Yun was not some compassionate Saint.

In the struggles between Emperor Clans, no matter how many people died, he would not have much feeling.

But when it involved the great terror, the nature of the matter was completely different.

This was his enemy.

His enemy, the Ye Clan's enemy, the enemy of everyone in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

...

Above the battlefield.

The Mountain-Protecting Formation finally shattered.

Having lost the protection of the Formation, the mountain gate of the besieged Emperor Clan was completely exposed before the two-clan coalition.

The Auras of the two coalition Great Emperors surged.

"Old Man Su, the Luck of your clan has reached its end!"

The Great Emperor of the Azure Dragon Emperor Clan sneered, slapping out a palm; the Emperor Dao Law transformed into a massive golden Dragon, opening its blood-stained maw to bite towards the head of the old man in blood-colored robes.

The Great Emperor of the Black Snake Emperor Clan struck simultaneously; a pitch-black snake shadow emerged from the Void Realm, entangling the legs of the old man in blood-colored robes.

Attacked from both sides, there was no path of retreat.

A flash of determination crossed the eyes of the old man in blood-colored robes.

"Even if I sacrifice this old life today, I will drag one of you down with me!"

He burned his own Emperor Dao Origin.

Golden Emperor light burst forth from beneath his shredded Emperor robe, his Aura surging in an instant.

However.

The killing moves of the two coalition Great Emperors had already descended.

The massive golden Dragon's open maw was less than three feet from the head of the old man in blood-colored robes.

"Die!"

The Azure Dragon Great Emperor roared.

Then his voice was stuck.

A hand reached out from the Void Realm.

Five fingers spread, gently gripping the upper jaw of that massive golden Dragon.

The massive Dragon stopped.

It was pinched by a hand.

The pupils of the Azure Dragon Great Emperor shrank violently.

He subconsciously looked towards the owner of that hand.

A young man in white robes stood in the Void Realm.

It was unknown when he had appeared.

His hair was very long, draping to his waist; his face was handsome but carried a hint of vicissitudes that did not belong to his age.

His right hand held that massive golden Dragon, his left hand hanging casually at his side.

"Who are you!"

The Azure Dragon Great Emperor roared, his right hand exerting sudden force, attempting to drive the massive golden Dragon to break free from the restraint.

Ye Yun did not answer.

He pinched that massive Dragon.

Crack.

The Emperor Dao Divine Ability condensed by a Great Emperor was annihilated in his palm.

The entire scene was silent.

The snake shadow that had entangled the legs of the old man in blood-colored robes from the Void Realm retracted at the same time.

The face of the Black Snake Great Emperor turned deathly pale.

He retreated a step.

Ye Yun's gaze shifted away from the Azure Dragon Great Emperor, slowly sweeping across the entire battlefield.

He saw the terror on the faces of the tens of thousands of coalition Disciples.

He saw the disbelief in the eyes of the clansmen of the besieged Emperor Clan.

He spoke.

His voice was not loud, but it carried the Qi and blood power of his Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, clearly falling into the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

"This farce should end."