The Battle Over the Seas

Above Ancestral Dragon Village, the colossal black divine gate hung like an unfathomable demonic abyss. No one knew the true horror of the power lurking behind it.

At this moment, a figure stood before the black divine gate. He was tall and refined, with a gentle appearance, but his presence radiated an overwhelming authority. His calm words sent chills through the heavens, reaching the starry void beyond the sky.

He did not intervene in the great battle above the heavens. His deep, cold gaze swept across the land, causing mountains and rivers to tremble.

From time to time, cultivators fell from the sky, their corpses raining down.

Over endless ages, the Otherworld had always held the dominant position. Their half-ancestors far outnumbered those of the Nine Provinces and the Four Worlds.

In this despairing landscape, all had lost hope. What could they use to resist? The limited powerhouses on their own side could not hold back the Otherworld armies.

Today was far weaker than any age before.

"Grandfather, don't die!" A young man shot into the sky to catch a blood-soaked general. The old man's heart had already been pierced; the youth gathered him into his arms, calling out in grief: "Grandfather, don't leave me!"

"Pfft!"

Sword-light blazed for dozens of li. A dazzling, blinding radiance slashed down from the sky, cleaving the young man in two. Blood stained the heavens. A bright young life was snuffed out, following the old man into death.

Blood rain fell from the sky. Iced corpses tumbled down endlessly. In this moment, life was utterly insignificant. The cruel reality drove all to despair.

Tragedy after tragedy unfolded across the world, far more ghastly and terrifying than one could imagine.

When Xiao Chen witnessed this brutal scene, his hair stood on end and his blood surged. He ordered Keke to search for people and to collect the potential powerhouses, while he himself charged into the sky and began a great slaughter.

Tianwaitian, Yingxiong, and the others also stirred, charging and cutting through the Otherworld army.

"Pfft!"

A long spear in the sky pierced a white-robed maiden. Blood splattered across her snowy clothes, a shocking sight.

On an island below, a child of eleven or twelve, tears in his eyes, cried out: "Sister! Don't die! Don't leave me alone!"

The Otherworld cultivator holding the spear was clad in cold iron armor. His gaze was ice-cold. He drove the long spear downwards with savage force.

"Chi!"

The sharp spear, still bearing the maiden's corpse, stabbed fiercely toward the child.

"Too far!" Xiao Chen crossed the sky, his voice trembling, but the War Sword in his hand was cold and sharp, gleaming with murderous light. He swung it forward without hesitation.

"Clang!"

The spear was severed. The maiden's corpse fell. The child was spared.

The Earth-Penetrating realm cultivator's expression changed drastically. He retreated toward a distant Otherworld half-ancestor.

But in mid-flight, he watched in horror as his limbs suddenly shattered, then his internal organs—with a bang—turned to bloody mist.

Only then did he realize how terrifying the frigid sword-light had been. The shape-slaying sword energy had already entered his body; his life force had been extinguished in that instant.

"Bang!"

Only his head, still frozen in terror, flew among the Otherworld half-ancestors. Someone caught it.

"Who? Who killed my descendant?!" The half-ancestor swept his gaze across the battlefield, roaring into the sky. The butcher's blade in his hand was stained with fresh blood; he had slain countless cultivators.

Xiao Chen heard him. His sword aura erupted, sweeping across a swath of powerhouses. Blood rained down, flesh and bone flew. He cut a bloody path forward, charging to close range. Without a word, he swung his War Sword, cleaving straight down.

Blinding sword-light dimmed the sun. He ignored the enemy's butcher's blade, letting it strike his Dark-Iron War Suit. Xiao Chen passed through in a single charge, his War Sword taking off a noble head.

Blood surged like waves. The headless Otherworld half-ancestor's corpse fell from the sky, blood gushing. His spirit rushed out, trying to reform his body.

But Xiao Chen was utterly merciless. He gave the half-ancestor no chance. The Eight Origin Syllables—he uttered only a single word: "Duo!"

The mighty spirit collapsed. The Otherworld half-ancestor perished, body and soul annihilated, scattering into nothingness.

Some had already noticed Xiao Chen. Now, seeing him slay a half-ancestor on the spot with such astonishing combat power, the Otherworld cultivators immediately marked him as an extreme threat.

"Kill him!"

Three Otherworld half-ancestors charged together. They felt Xiao Chen's strength and wanted to join forces to destroy him. But they underestimated him. They had no idea he was a Seventh Heaven half-ancestor—one who could already slay half-ancestors when he was only at the Earth-Penetrating realm.

Now, Xiao Chen's combat power was enough to overawe every cultivator in the half-ancestor realm. Even facing three great powerhouses, his expression did not change in the slightest.

He swept the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree in his hand. Seven-colored light blazed across heaven and earth. In a flash, a dragon's roar shook the cosmos. The Dragon Clan's great divine art, Imprisonment, was unleashed, pushed to the limit a half-ancestor could achieve.

All three Otherworld half-ancestors were frozen in place simultaneously, temporarily losing the ability to move. The Seven-Colored Sacred Tree blazed, and Xiao Chen shot forward. The Hand of the Supreme Being descended.

The three powerhouses were shattered in an instant. Even their souls could not escape. Xiao Chen's great hand grabbed them, crushed them utterly, and collected their pure divine power without waste, preserving it for other uses.

On this battlefield, where the clash of arms filled heaven and earth and the cries of battle rang everywhere, the Otherworld cultivators held absolute superiority. But now, Xiao Chen had casually annihilated several half-ancestors, causing an uproar.

The Otherworld cultivators had not expected to encounter such a terrifying figure here. From all directions, countless cultivators surged toward him—dense as clouds.

Among them were at least seven or eight Otherworld half-ancestors. Two had already reached the Fifth Heaven of the half-ancestor realm. They led a great host of disciples and followers, surrounding Xiao Chen in the center.

There were several hundred in total, their momentum shaking heaven and earth. They all shouted, their cold, murderous weapons all aimed at Xiao Chen.

"Kill!"

The battle cry shook the skies. Everyone struck at once. Spells, divine arts, combat techniques—all erupted in a blaze of radiance, drowning Xiao Chen's position.

But Xiao Chen, at the Seventh Heaven of half-ancestor, could not be suppressed by numbers. Before absolute power, ten thousand chicks cannot overcome a single tiger.

In that moment, thirty War Swords swept across the sky. Their light shot straight to the heavens, shaking the sun, moon, and stars.

The dazzling sword-light overwhelmed all spells and divine arts. It shattered hundreds of divine weapons, cutting and slaughtering in all directions. In that instant, blood rained down. Hundreds of Otherworld cultivators screamed in agony; blood stained the sky.

In this moment, life was utterly insignificant.

Severed limbs and shattered corpses rained down without end. This place was a Shura field. The several hundred cultivators encircling Xiao Chen were nearly annihilated. Among them were five half-ancestors, destroyed body and soul. Only the two Fifth Heaven half-ancestors escaped, fleeing in terror.

This shocking result deeply stunned everyone. All eyes on this battlefield turned here.

No one was not shaken. The Otherworld powerhouses, who had held overwhelming superiority, now felt a creeping dread. Such a powerful enemy was beyond their expectations.

As if by unspoken agreement, every Otherworld powerhouse on this battlefield charged toward Xiao Chen, gathering in this patch of sky to hem him in.

Such a terrifying figure had to be eliminated by combined force. They sensed the grave danger. If they did not kill him now, he would surely become a great calamity in the future.

Because they could tell this man was very young. He was no ancient relic, but a newly risen powerhouse.

Far away, many blood-soaked powerhouses of the Nine Provinces stood on distant islands, where children who had lost their families wept. Seeing all this, Xiao Chen's gaze turned icy cold.

Just now, who knew how many people had vanished forever, how many families had been shattered. His heart was a block of ice.

"Wuwu…"

The sounds of grief broke hearts.

"Sister, you died… I'm all alone now…"

"Father, don't leave me…"

Every tragedy before his eyes made everything seem stained with blood. In that moment, his heart held only endless killing intent.

"Kill him!" A low roar, filled with overwhelming pressure. A fierce-looking Otherworld half-ancestor strode forward. He led all the Otherworld cultivators in this patch of sky, surrounding Xiao Chen in a tight ring.

Every powerhouse on this battlefield had gathered here. Without doubt, that fierce Otherworld cultivator was the commanding figure. He had already reached the Seventh Heaven of the half-ancestor realm and was on the verge of breaking into the Eighth Heaven.

In addition, there were two other Seventh Heaven half-ancestors and a full nine half-ancestors with power ranging from the First to the Fifth Heaven.

All around, the dense ranks of powerhouses, upon hearing the command, erupted with astonishing divine power.

Below, the raging sea boiled, its waves surging to the heavens.

"Kill!"

With the commanding figure's great shout, everyone attacked Xiao Chen at once. The battle cry shook heaven and earth.

The sky shattered on the spot. The blue sea below boiled. Many islands sank. It was like the end of the world.

On every other battlefield of the Nine Provinces, all powerhouses sensed the terrifying fluctuations of divine power. They all guessed that such an array was extraordinary—it must mean they had encountered a "shock and awe" level figure.

"You will all die!" Xiao Chen was like a cold-blooded demon king now, his voice icily sharp. Facing the endless incoming divine light, he showed no fear.

Thirty War Swords materialized beneath his feet, merging with him into one seamless whole. This was a technique that had once weathered the terrifying attacks of an Ancestral God in a future world. Now, for the first time, it was displayed in the real world!

"Kill!" Xiao Chen roared.

Thirty War Swords blazed, their light illuminating heaven and earth, sweeping across the entire sky! At the same time, the incomplete array diagram trembled slightly. The vast sea shook. The heavens trembled. The stars trembled. All living things trembled. The entire world trembled!

In the sky, dense ranks of Otherworld cultivators turned to ash in great swathes, vanishing in an instant like dust before the wind.

No one on this battlefield—not even the three Seventh Heaven half-ancestors—escaped this calamity. All turned to flying ash!

This shocking result stirred every battlefield across the Nine Provinces. The seas fell into a brief deathly silence.

Then, cries and shouts rose once more.

The incomplete array diagram had shown its might for the first time, shaking every cultivator in the Nine Provinces.

"Ya-ya!" Keke came flying from afar. It had found Chen Fang and the others, and had taken many cultivators—both known and unknown—into Paradise Lost.

"Let's go!" A temporary retreat was not flight.

Xiao Chen needed to send the cultivators taken into Paradise Lost into the Death World. Staying in the Nine Provinces, these powerhouses would only die in vain.

Light flashed. Xiao Chen vanished from the seas. Crossing worlds, he appeared in the Death World, on the Ancestral Lord Ship outside the Divine Village.

He did not step down from the ship. He only let Keke, Yingxiong, and the others disembark.

"Ya-ya?" The little white beast did not understand.

"Don't go back. The Otherworld Ancestral Gods have already descended. That world is too dangerous," said Yingxiong.

"Several Ancestral Gods are fighting in the void above the Nine Provinces. I need to ride the Ancestral Lord Ship there once."

The Ancestral Lord Ship had been reforged, its brow bone fused with the Bone Well. The ship now had the power to cross great worlds.

"Wuwu…" Mournful sounds of demons and ghosts echoed. Xiao Chen drove the pitch-black, mountain-sized Ancestral Lord Ship into the grey sky of the Death World. In a flash, it vanished.