Chapter 285: The Power of Heavenly Emperor War Chariot

Ye Chen’s tone was calm, but his words sent Beiming Ancestor into a rage.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t defeat the Champion King. Using a secret technique, he had refined the deadly Nether Water, shunned by most cultivators, into North Nether Water, capable of corroding even treasured physiques and artifacts.

This skill had earned him a fearsome reputation among Nascent Soul cultivators. But the Champion King’s Northern Emperor War Chariot, with its Black Tortoise Spirit, happened to counter him perfectly. Plus, being in Great Chu territory, he had held back, wary of attracting the Great Chu Ancestor’s attention.

Even so, he had dominated the Champion King most of the time. Yet, the Champion King had selectively preserved only the moments where Beiming was briefly suppressed, crafting them into a recording stone.

When the footage spread, Beiming Ancestor’s reputation took such a hit that he couldn’t bear to face his peers. He even skipped a Nascent Soul-stage trade gathering out of shame.

For prodigies, defeating someone above their realm was a badge of honor. But for the defeated, it was utter humiliation. What was a cultivator if they couldn’t even beat someone of a lower realm? Behind every genius who triumphed over higher realms stood countless cultivators too ashamed to show their faces.

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“Die!” Beiming Ancestor roared. After probing and confirming no guardian was nearby, he waved his hand, unleashing a torrent of azure North Nether Water like a cascading celestial waterfall, surging toward Ye Chen to refine him into nothingness.

Simultaneously, Zhanye Ancestor moved with intricate steps, silently appearing behind Ye Chen. With a flash of his eyes, countless terrifying sword intents materialized in the sky, raining down like a storm toward Ye Chen on the war chariot.

Both unleashed their killing moves without hesitation, wary of Ye Chen’s background and eager to end the fight swiftly.

Nascent Soul cultivators were formidable, capable of influencing the heavens and earth. Their attacks carried the momentum of the world itself, instilling fear as if one stood alone against the cosmos.

But Ye Chen was unfazed. With a thought, he activated the Heavenly Emperor War Chariot beneath him. It blazed like a radiant sun, and Ye Chen, standing atop it, was bathed in the Black Yellow Primordial Essence from his bell. His black hair whipped wildly, his body glowing with crystalline light, as if he were a Heavenly Emperor reborn.

In the next moment, he charged straight toward Beiming Ancestor, completely ignoring the North Nether Sea before him.

Beiming Ancestor’s expression shifted as he sensed the chariot’s aura. His North Nether Sea surged even more ferociously, aiming to engulf Ye Chen.

But as the sea neared, a shadowy figure emerged on the chariot—a black-armored, eight-legged creature with an indescribably terrifying presence, too dreadful to gaze upon directly. In an instant, the entire North Nether Sea froze solid.

The chariot smashed through the sea, untouched by the corrosive waters that could erode treasured physiques and artifacts. In a blink, it reached Beiming Ancestor.

Beiming’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief. That fleeting shadow—was it a Gu?

The Gu, the most peculiar of the ancient Vicious Ten. Unlike True Dragons, Phoenixes, or Qilins, whose bloodlines were innately fearsome, the Gu were mere aquatic insects, treated as fodder by other waterborne creatures, with pitifully short lifespans.

Yet in ancient times, the Gu Ancestor had defied all odds, rising to the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm with terrifying power, earning its place among the Vicious Ten. Those rare Gu that rose from obscurity were unimaginably fearsome, dreaded even by the Black Tortoise in water. And this chariot carried a Gu Spirit? How was that possible?

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But what shocked Beiming Ancestor even more was yet to come. The chariot’s shadow shifted again, transforming into a Kun Peng. The chariot’s speed surged, accelerating dozens of times over.

Beiming Ancestor had no time to react as the chariot closed in. The Kun Peng vanished, replaced by a True Dragon shadow. The chariot’s destructive force skyrocketed.

In the instant of impact, Beiming Ancestor’s body exploded into a mist of blood.

In his final moment, he managed only a desperate cry: “Zhanye, save me!”

At that moment, Zhanye Ancestor’s sword rain descended.